Dear Pitch Perfect 2: you made it too easy for a Stacie/Aubrey shipper.
Established relationship.
Implied smut, if that's a thing.
Enjoy.
"Bear traps?!"
Aubrey looked up calmly from her desk, to regard the tall brunette who had just barged into her office without even knocking. "You should be with the rest of your group, you know."
"You eye-sex me while you're yelling at us, then you spring the fact that you put in bear traps?"
"I figured it would be inappropriate to make out with you right there." Aubrey pointed out.
Stacie glared at her, closing the door behind her and locking it. Aubrey's staff knew her, and knew who she was, but she was yelling at their boss. "Bear traps?"
"We hardly ever have actual bears in them, don't worry." Aubrey waved her hand. She leaned back and smiled at the other girl. "You look pretty."
"Oh, no no no, Aubrey Posen. You do not get to compliment me." Stacie shook her head. "I don't recall bear traps being part of your plans for this place."
"Or we were too busy doing it in the primal scream therapy cabin for you to have noticed." Aubrey pointed out.
Stacie paused, and smiled fondly at the memory of the soundproof structure that she and Aubrey had spent a ridiculous amount of time in, when she had come to visit the Lodge over the summer. She shook her head, as if to clear it, and turned back to glaring at her girlfriend. "You put bear traps." Stacie enunciated. "Bear. Traps."
"I told you—"
"And you greeted us with a shotgun?" Stacie reminded.
"Some jerks decided they were too good for trust exercises."
Stacie gaped at her. She knew Aubrey had mellowed out some since they first started dating, but she was also aware of the flares in temper that happened with the blonde. "You shot—?"
"What? No." Aubrey waved off the alarm in Stacie's expression. "I challenged them to shooting skeet. Guess who won't have to deal with unruly overage frat boys for the rest of the week." She pointed at herself. "This girl."
"And then you tell me I'm sharing a tent with everyone?"
"Technically I told everyone. I can't play favorites, you know that."
"Everyone knows we're in a relationship!"
"All the more reason."
Stacie pointed at her. "You're going to regret this, you know that, right?"
Aubrey leaned back in her seat, and gestured at the air conditioned cabin that served as the crew's main office. "Am I, Stacie? Will I, really?"
"You remember the sex that we're never going to have again?" Stacie reminded.
"Stacie, I love you, but I don't see how that threatens me more than you." Aubrey pointed out.
"Oh, I have my ways." Stacie countered. She added, "I love you too, but don't test me, Posen."
Aubrey shrugged. "I was going to offer you accommodations for the evening, once your teammates were asleep, but if you're bandying about threats — threats to withhold sex, especially — then I don't see why I should help you."
Stacie raised an eyebrow.
Aubrey met her stare evenly.
Stacie groaned, throwing her hands up in surrender. "Fine. But I don't see why you couldn't have offered us one of the deluxe tents, or two. I don't want to be in the same confined space when Beca has her meltdown."
"Did you see her hug me before anyone else?" Aubrey noted, pushing her chair away from her desk as Stacie walked around the desk to stand in front of her. "What's going on?"
Stacie shook her head. "I don't really know anymore. Beca's imploding, and Chloe's channeling you from three years ago, and Emily's trying too hard to prove herself."
"And you?"
"Me?" Stacie pointed at herself. "My girlfriend is making me stay in a tent with nine other girls not named Aubrey Posen, while she either stays in the staff's comfy cabin or drive to her cozy apartment. I'm pissed off, is what I am."
Aubrey looked up at her. "Where do your teammates think you are, right now?"
"Does it matter?"
"One of the points of the retreat is to do everything together, Stacie." Aubrey told her.
"My girlfriend — who I hardly see anymore because you need to talk to your best friend, seriously — is finally an unmarked booby-trapped walk away." Stacie retorted. "I think I can be forgiven for a few minutes of non-bonding time."
"You really shouldn't leave the path." Aubrey noted.
"And I am not going to be subjected to your extremely bossy quirks, Aubrey."
"You know, I did tell you I wasn't going to pull punches to get you guys your sound back." Aubrey reminded.
"Well, I said I was going to do whoever it takes to get us back to the top." Stacie countered.
"I suppose we find ourselves at an impasse." Aubrey noted.
"I guess so." Stacie remarked.
The two engaged in a glaring match, willing the other to be the first to break.
Even if they both knew their individual stands were actually in line with each other's goals.
In the next instant, Aubrey was out of her chair and stood between Stacie's legs, the taller girl seated on the desk with her hands pulling Aubrey closer by her now-unbuttoned top.
"Fuck, you know I find it hot when you yell at people." Stacie muttered between fervent kisses, trying — unsuccessfully — to untie the knot of Aubrey's scarf to gain access to her neck. Giving up, she pushed off Aubrey's top to rake her nails down the blonde's back. "Fuck I've missed you."
"I miss you too." Aubrey slid one hand to cup the back of Stacie's neck, pulling her closer, as her other hand strayed to the other girl's leg, pulling it up to wrap around her waist. "But you're really breaking the rules here, babe."
"Does it count if I'm breaking them with the one who — shit, right there — makes the rules?" Stacie returned, tilting her head back to let Aubrey trace a line of kisses up her neck. "And you knew I'd notice you undid one too many buttons on your shirt."
"You're to talk." Aubrey whispered huskily, taking a playful bite on Stacie's earlobe before returning to her lips. "Wearing a tank and a skirt?"
"I missed my girlfriend."
Aubrey smiled, one hand gliding up Stacie's thigh, slipping under the hem of the skirt in question. "And you know I love easy access."
