Prompt: Can you do established bechloe with jealous beca?
"Hmm, baby, I have to go." Chloe whined sadly as Beca continued to leave open mouth kissed down her neck. Her hands following the familiar pattern they explored mere hours ago as they skimmed over her toned stomach all the way up to the side of her breasts. Chloe moaned at the touch and arched her back.
The morning light coming from the window did nothing to distract Beca from her task as she smirked and applied more pressure, traveling her mouth south. Or she planned to because that was the moment Chloe grabbed her face and pulled her in a deep kiss.
"Stop it." She said semi-serious, pecking Beca's lips a couple of times before she turned to her side, away from the frowning brunette.
Beca resisted the urge to pout and instead spread across the bed, staring at the ceiling. "But I don't want to stop. It's my day off. I wanna get as much of you as I can."
Chloe smiled then chuckled as she grabbed a t-shirt and pulled it over her head. "We've been at it since last night. I think you've had enough." She joked lightly and walked inside the closet to get her stuff.
Beca scoffed. "Have you seen you? I could never get enough of you."
Chloe cooed loudly making Beca roll her eyes. "You're too sweet, Becs."
"Whatever." Beca murmured and turned toward the closet, looking at it pathetically. "Just come back to bed!"
"I can't." Chloe reappeared in the room, dressed in work-out gear with her pink duffel bag in hand. She sat down on the bed to pull her socks on. Beca took the opportunity and sneaked behind her, sweeping the red hair away from her shoulder blade and began kissing it.
Chloe rolled her eyes fondly, leaning into the touch for just a second. "I need to rehears. I've rented the studio out for a few hours to practice with Tom. The Winter Formal is in two months." She said distractedly, moaning when Beca hit a practically sensitive spot.
The Winter Formal was an event that her school hosted on every Christmas Eve and invited only the best performers to participate. Chloe was lucky enough to be chosen and she wanted to give it her all.
"Hmm, who's Tom?" Beca murmured against her skin.
"My new dance partner." Chloe said, reaching behind her and wrapping her hand around Beca's neck. But the brunette suddenly wasn't there, her lips no longer kissing her.
Chloe turned back confusedly and saw Beca frowning at her.
"What?"
"What happened to Greg?" Beca asked accusingly. She knew Greg, Chloe's long time dance partner since they both started Julliard. He was nice, funny and most important of all, gay.
Chloe raised her eyebrows slightly. "He went skiing with his family and broke his leg. I needed somebody for the exam and Tom's really great."
Beca bit her bottom lip. "Really great, huh?"
Chloe frowned, eyes searching for some kind of a clue why Beca was acting this way. "Yeah, he's at the top of his class. He learnt the choreography really quickly."
Beca hummed and glanced away. She saw Chloe's routine a hundred times before and she knew how the dance required a lot of body contact. And she was okay with it…when Chloe was dancing with Greg. But now she wasn't sure anymore.
As she turned to the wall, Chloe finally connected the dots and surprise colored her expression.
"Are you jealous?" She asked bluntly, a smile curving on her lips as Beca puffed. "Oh my God, you totally are."
Beca rolled her eyes. "I'm not."
"You so are." Chloe squealed with the biggest smile on her face. "Aww, baby. Come here." She reached for her, climbing on the bed. Beca turned away and tried to escape but Chloe got a hold of her and started kissing her cheek. "You don't need to be jealous. We're just dancing together."
Beca scrunched up her nose and tried to push Chloe's face away but the redhead was persistent. She pulled Beca into a deep kiss, lingering until air became a necessity.
"I love you." She murmured quietly as their foreheads were pressed together. "But I have to go." She smiled genuinely then quickly got out of bed and walked out of the room.
Beca's eyes lingered on the closed door before she sighed and threw herself down on the bed.
As Beca drew closer to the studio, the music increased in volume. She's been here a few times before - whenever she had the time - to visit Chloe and sit in on her rehearsal. The brunette loved seeing Chloe dance.
She loved seeing how the redhead got lost in the music, completely giving over her body to the rhythm and seeing how happy it made her. And sure, Beca also enjoyed some of the private dance lessons Chloe tried to teach her which more often than not, ended up them being horizontal.
Shaking her head to get rid of the thoughts now consuming her mind, Beca bit her lips and slowly opened the door to the room. She knew it was pointless to knock, they wouldn't hear it.
Peaking her head inside, she saw the both of them standing in front of the mirror, with Chloe's back to that Tom guy as they slowly rolled their bodies together to the music.
Beca pursed her lips together, not liking the guy's lustful expression on his face that she could see in the mirror. Or the way his hands were resting on Chloe's stomach.
Just as Beca cleared her throat to yell over the music, Chloe stopped the move and pulled out a little remote control, pausing the song.
"That was great." She was smiling as sweat glistened on her forehead. She must have been rehearsing for while, Beca thought as she let her eyes wonder over her frame.
Damn, she looked good.
"Beca?"
Chloe's confused voice interrupted Beca's not so appropriate thoughts and brought her back to reality. Beca laughed internally when the guy instantly retreated his hands.
"What are you doing here?" Chloe asked as she walked over.
Beca raised the two brown paper bags she was carrying in her hands and smirked. "I brought you lunch."
Chloe tilted her head to the side with a suspicious look on her face. Beca knew she never ate while she was practicing because the food weighted heavily in her stomach and when she pushed herself she would get sick.
"Thank you." But instead of confronting her, she stepped closer and embraced her tightly. "I know why you're here." She murmured, trying her hardest to conceal her smile.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Beca murmured back and released her then turned to the guy. "Hi, I'm Beca. Chloe's girlfriend."
"I'm Tom." Tom held out his hand for a handshake but coughed to cover up a squeak when Beca made sure to shake it with a dead-grip.
He cleared his throat. "I've heard a lot about you."
Beca faked surprise as Chloe watched on curiously. "Really? I've never heard about you."
"Babe." Chloe said quietly, grabbing her hand and intertwining their fingers. For some bizarre reason she liked that Beca was jealous but she never wanted her to be mean.
Tom opened and closed his mouth before speaking. "That's…okay. I'm Chloe's dance partner."
"I know. I've heard you're really great." Beca said, smiling at him too widely for it to be real. Beside her, Chloe stayed silent, eyes bouncing back and forth between the two.
Tom suddenly smirked. "Oh, so you did hear about me." The comeback hit the target as Beca's smile fall apart and was replaced with a clinched jaw.
And that was when Chloe decided to step in. "Alright. Tom, do you mind if we take a break? We can meet up here in, let's say, 30 minutes?"
Tom nodded but didn't take his eyes away from Beca as the brunette shot daggers at his head. "Sure. I'll go and get something to eat. It was nice meeting you, Beca."
"Hm." Beca murmured back and watched as Tom walked out of the room, closing the door behind him, leaving the couple alone. "I don't like him."
"I know." Chloe said and stepped in front of her.
"I don't like that he has his hands on you." She said, looking into Chloe's eyes.
"I know." Chloe took the bags out of her hands and dropped them to the floor. She shed the sweatshirt tied around her waist, not taking her eyes away from Beca.
"I don't like that he gets to touch you like that." Beca got lost inside her head, listing all the things she was thinking since seeing them together. Oblivious to the fact that Chloe pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a sports bra underneath.
"I don't like that he wants you." Beca said sternly and when Chloe reached for her shirt to take it off, she stopped. "What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to get you naked." Chloe said bluntly and continued to tug on the shirt, wanting it off.
"Why?" Beca asked confusedly. She thought they were going to fight but instead Chloe wanted to have sex? That never happened before.
Chloe paused and took a step closer, eyes boring into Beca's. "Because I don't care if he wants me. I don't care that he touches me or any other stuff that you said. You know why?"
Beca didn't dare speak and just shook her head.
Chloe smiled. "Because I want you. And I love you. Nobody else. And if I can't convince you with words then I'm gonna show you."
Beca swallowed at the intensity in Chloe's eyes.
"So, get naked because we only have 30 minutes and that's barely enough time to properly show you how much I love you."
Beca exhaled a quite 'fuck' underneath her breath.
Chloe smirked hearing the word. "Soon, baby, soon."