Showers are sort of their thing. It's fitting, really, considering how their friendship and eventual relationship started, but tonight feels brand new.

Beca's already in the shower, soaking in the nearly scalding hot water as she waits on Chloe. Her fingers drum against her own thighs with excited yet nervous energy as she waits and when she hears the bathroom door open and click shut, she sucks in a deep breath.

Turn around, Chloe says from the other side of the frosted glass and Beca quickly obliges, facing her body against the tile of the shower stall. She turns slightly when she hears the door open, peering over her shoulder at Chloe, and her jaw drops just a little when she takes in the sight of her girlfriend, dark blue strap on affixed to her hips. She's all confidence and swagger and Beca feels the dull ache between her legs intensify as Chloe smirks at her.

Hi, Chloe practically purrs against Beca's ear as she leans in, the strap on pressed against Beca's ass. You ready for this?

All Beca can manage is a nod.

Chloe goes slow, using her left hand to guide the dildo into Beca's wet heat and making sure she has enough time to adjust to the size before starting to slow move. It's embarrassing, really, the way she goes from hissing in pain/pleasure when Chloe first slides in to begging her for more - for harder, faster, god something - within minutes because she's rightthere in ways she's never been before. And Chloe - god… perfect, beautiful, fucking amazing Chloe - just gives in to what she wants. She's got one hand gripped around Beca's hip, slippery from the water cascading over them, and the other is in Beca's hair, weaving in damp tendrils. She tugs, pulls Beca's head back just enough to kiss her. It's hard and desperate, their mouths sliding together and teeth clicking and Beca's hips are bucking against the fucking cold, hard tile because she can't even stop herself right now.

Chloe's hand on her hip slides further down and presses against Beca's clit and surely - fucking surely - the stars she's seeing are partially due to the fact that she drops her head just a little too hard against the tile, but she knows it's mostly got do with Chloe and her hands. And fuck she doesn't even know if she can stand anymore, but Chloe's right there, holding her up, whispering how hot she looks when she comes and how much she loves her.

And Beca? Well, she's pretty sure she could die right now and it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.