Hello! After my first Bechloe oneshot (Strangers at the Bar), I received a staggering amount of requests for more. This story is the culmination of the first of those requests - I'd credit whoever sent it to me, but I honestly don't remember anymore, so... Yeah. I hope you all enjoy it!
"This sucks," Beca moaned, slumping in her seat and resting her head on the counter, watching Stacie as the taller brunette cared for her nails and cuticles.
Stacie waved her hand airily. "Don't be such a sourpuss, Beca," she admonished with a playful shove that earned her a murderous glare. "At least you get to work with me. Imagine working at the theatre and listening to Bumper going on and on about his-"
"Yeah, okay, no," Beca cut in. "I know it could be worse. It just sucks that I have to work here while I could be making music, you know?"
"I know, I know," Stacie sighed. "But your dad promised to help out if you held a job down all summer. Surely, working in this place isn't that bad?"
"It's a clothing store," Beca deadpanned.
"Yes. And everyone likes clothes, so why the long face?"
With a groan and a thump, Beca let her head fall back down to the counter. Stacie, for her part, just ignored the grouchy theatrics and continued inspecting her nails, eyes occasionally flitting through the store to check for customers. "Looks like it'll be a slow day, oh grouchy friend of mine."
"I'm not grouchy," Beca countered without lifting her head. "I'm broody. It's part of my charm."
"Speaking of charm," Stacie suddenly piped up. "Two cute customers just entered our domain."
Beca slowly lifted her head, more out of curiosity than actual interest. "Dude, what the fuck?" she almost yelped, looking at the customers Stacie had pointed out. "Those are girls!"
Stacie shrugged mindlessly, not taking her eyes of the newcomers. "Well noticed, Beca. Really, you are astoundingly perceptive."
"Shut up," Beca muttered, fiddling around with the cash register. "I just didn't know you were into chicks, okay?"
Again, Stacie shrugged. "I'm into good-looking people, Beca. You should have figured that out by now."
"Oh, I'm sorry for not having any interest in whoever you decide to sleep with. Oh, wait, no I'm not," Beca snarked in return, causing nothing more than a chuckle from her long-time friend. Stacie was used to this behaviour, for which Beca was grateful. Even if she'd never voice it.
"I'll go and see if they need any help. You can stay here and pretend-work while I'm busy earning us money."
"Yeah, cool, good idea," Beca nodded seriously. "We don't want me to scare the customers away."
"You're not nearly as menacing as you seem to think," Stacie laughed as she stalked towards the two women perusing the racks.
For a few moments, Beca watched her colleague working her magic on the customers, effortlessly leading them to the articles they were looking for. Deciding she should at least be somewhat productive if she didn't want to get fired, she reluctantly started sorting through the returned pieces of clothing, mentally browsing through her vast music catalogue to find a good fit for the mix she would continue working on when she'd get home.
This part of the job Beca actually almost enjoyed. Not having to deal with people and being able to drift off into her own mind, constructing mixes in her head, all that was fine. It was the customer interaction that ticked her off.
"Um, excuse me?"
It took every lesson of customer-etiquette Stacie had imparted on Beca to keep her from rolling her eyes and telling the woman to go and fuck off. Instead, she quirked her lips upwards in a sort of half-smile, and turned around to face her.
It was one of the two women Stacie had pointed out – about their age, Beca estimated. She immediately spotted Stacie on the other side of the store, holding several articles of clothing and showing them to the blonde, who either shook her head curtly, or gave a single, sharp nod before taking the item from her.
"Hi!" the woman in front of Beca smiled widely – too widely – forcing Beca's attention back on her.
"Oh, sorry. I got distracted for a moment. Can I help you?"
For a moment, Beca had the fleeting idea that the redhead's eyes lowered to her chest, but when those startlingly blue eyes found her own again, she figured she'd imagined it.
"Actually, Beca, I think you might be just what I need."
"How do you know my name?" Beca asked, voice laced with suspicion and distrust.
Apparently, that was funny, because the redhead giggled – actually giggled – and pointed at her chest again. "Nametag," she chuckled.
"Right…" Beca muttered, wishing the ground would just open up and swallow her whole. "How can I help you?"
"Well, I need someone's expert opinion," the redhead beamed at her, holding up two shirts.
"Oh," Beca stammered. "I'm really not- That isn't- I'm so not the right person to ask about that."
The redhead quirked an eyebrow, grin never fading. "Why's that?"
"I'm not really good with… all that," Beca replied lamely.
The woman simply waved her objections away like they were nothing but a pesky insect. "Don't be silly, you're perfect for this. You see, I can't choose between these two."
Beca carefully eyed the two shirts – one blue with a deep v-cut, the other green with ruffled sleeves. Eyes shooting from the one to the other, Beca made a non-committal sound, somewhere between a hum and a grunt. This was, apparently, as far as her customer skills got her.
Evidently, it didn't deter the redhead, who seemed content to wait patiently until Beca had finally formed an opinion. When she realized such a moment wasn't going to come anytime soon, she gave an airy nod. "I get it, it's hard. I should just try them both on and then you can tell me which is better!"
Beca was only faintly aware of Stacie slipping behind the counter to ring up the blonde's purchases, staring at the redhead as she walked off without a single backward glance.
"You better follow her," the blonde customer said out of the blue. "Otherwise she'll never get out of your hair, and I don't have the time to loiter around here all day."
"Yes, Beca," Stacie added with a smug grin. "Go and do your job."
The brunette barely kept from firing off a biting retort, instead settling for a sizzling glare as she made her way to the dressing rooms. She had just rounded the corner when the redhead threw the curtain open, now wearing the green shirt she'd shown Beca before.
"So?" she asked easily, turning on the spot and checking herself out in the mirror.
"It looks… good," Beca supplied, feeling about as useless as her reply probably sounded to the redhead. It didn't seem to matter much to her, though.
"Awesome. Give me a sec and I'll try the other one on too."
Beca patiently waited for the curtain to open again – this was her job, after all. When it did, she was a little surprised at her own reaction to seeing the redheaded stranger in the low-cut shirt. Her mouth didn't usually run dry when looking at other people, nor did her cheeks usually flush like this.
"I- Um… That's… O-kay, yeah, that one's… good… too," Beca managed to stutter out, cursing her mouth for opening before she was ready.
"Are you sure?" the redhead asked as she spun in front of the mirror.
"Um, dude, look at yourself," Beca chuckled nervously. "You're like… every guy's dream or whatever."
The redhead gave her another kilowatt smile before ducking back in the changing room. Beca quickly took the green shirt from her, excusing herself to go and hang it back on the proper rack while Stacie handled the cash exchange.
She was just about to get back into her mental music catalogue when the redhead's voice rang throughout the shop. "Bye, Beca!"
She looked up to find the redhead exaggeratedly waving at her as her blonde companion gave an exasperated shake of her head and attempted to drag her out of the store. Figuring being rude could cost her this job, Beca plastered on a small grin and gave an awkward wave in return.
"Thank god she's gone," she muttered under her breath as the door closed behind them.
"I heard that!" Stacie's voice immediately sounded all the way from the other side of the store.
"Dude, what the-"
"I'm telling you, ma'am," Beca muttered through gritted teeth. "It looks fine."
The older, heavy-set woman narrowed her eyes at her, turning her nose up and looking at some point somewhere above her right shoulder. "I'm not sure I like your tone, miss," she practically sneered.
"Yeah well, maybe you should just-"
"Beca," Stacie interrupted from behind. "Do you mind if I take over for a bit? There's a customer that needs your help."
"I'll be over in a bit," Beca groused without breaking eye-contact with the rude customer in front of her. "As soon as I'm done helping-"
"Now, Beca. She specifically asked for you," Stacie interrupted again, placing her hands on Beca's shoulders and gently pushing her out of the way.
"Now then, what seems to be the problem?"
As she was walking away, Beca heard the customer ask for the thousandth time whether those pants made her butt look big. Yes, but you won't find anything that won't make it look big, Beca thought to herself, walking into the direction Stacie had pointed towards.
She recognized the red hair from a few isles away, causing her shoulders to suddenly tense up. It'd been a little over a week since the redhead had first visited the shop, and Beca had almost managed to forget about it.
As soon as she heard the footsteps, the redhead turned around towards her, and as soon as she noticed her a smile seemed to slip onto her face. "Oh, hi! I'm so glad you're working today, because I really need your help."
"Let me guess, you can't choose?" Beca asked with, what she hoped to be, a friendly smile.
"Oh, it's so much worse than that," the redhead laughed. "I'll need your help picking something out today."
"O-kay," Beca muttered slowly, eyeing the girl warily. "Like what?"
"Well, I need an outfit to impress someone," the redhead replied instantly, biting her lower lip as her eyes glossed over the store.
"Impress like at a job interview? Or for like, your boyfriend?"
The redhead laughed for a moment. "Neither. I suppose you could say I'm hoping to woo someone, though."
"And then you're asking for my help?" Beca asked with sarcastic amusement. "That's much more Stacie's thing."
"Maybe," the redhead conceded. "But you did so well last time, so I'm sure that, between the two of us, we'll manage to find something aca-mazing!"
"Aca-what-now?"
"Sorry," the redhead giggled. "I'm an a cappella gal."
"Oh, right, that's a thing now…"
"Sure is!" Again with that kilo-watt smile… "So, I was thinking… casual, but not too casual."
"Yeah, that's really not helping," Beca muttered under her breath as her brows furrowed in thought. "Like, how casual is 'not too casual'?"
"No sweatpants or baggy sweaters," the redhead responded seriously. "Other than that, I'm open for suggestions."
Beca hemmed and hawed for a moment, running through the options in her mind. Mostly, she was wondering if there was any way to con Stacie into handling this. Despite that, however, she couldn't stop the image of the redhead in some flattering outfits flitting through her mind either.
"What about jeans?" she heard herself ask, catching the redhead's attention.
"I don't know," the redhead hummed. "Wouldn't that be too… normal?"
Beca cocked her head sideways for a moment. "Do you have boots?"
"Boots?" the girl asked, clearly not following Beca's mind.
"Yeah. Boots. Like, the kind that reached like the top of your calves or something? Brownish, maybe with a bit of a heel?"
The redhead was silent for a moment, before she slowly nodded. "Yeah, I have something like that. What're you thinking?"
Beca closed her eyes for a moment, a slight blush creeping across her cheeks. "Well, tight skinny jeans, those boots, and then maybe something like a red blouse or something."
"That sounds kind of… simple," the redhead responded slowly.
Beca shrugged, suddenly feeling insecure. "Maybe. I think it'd look really… um… good."
"Well, I asked for your advice, so I guess it'd be rude not to follow through now," the redhead laughed.
"Dude, no, like, you don't have to listen to anything I say," Beca quickly objected, hands flapping around uselessly.
"You looked like you put some serious thought into this, so I'm just going to give it a go," the redhead said with an exaggerated wink, grabbing a pair of jeans from a nearby pile. "Could you find me that red blouse or something and bring it to the changing room?"
The redhead was already scurrying off when Beca nodded her head. She quickly made her way to the other side of the store, having a perfect blouse in mind and feeling fairly confident about the size she would need.
Halfway towards her destination, however, something else caught Beca's eye, causing her to stop dead in her tracks. The new shipment had come in only a few days ago, and the blouse Beca was now holding had been part of it.
Beca didn't know why she was putting so much thought into this. She didn't even know the girl, for fuck's sake, so there really wasn't any reason why she would go out of her way to make her happy. Except that she was a customer, of course, and a happy customer was a… How did Stacie put it? Oh, never mind.
Shaking her head to rid her thoughts of those confusing questions, Beca made her way to the fitting rooms, finding the redhead already wearing a pair of really tight jeans, patiently shifting from the heel of her foot to the front and back. "Ah, there you are!" she beamed contentedly.
"Yeah, sorry, I got side-tracked for a moment," Beca responded, holding the blouse out for the redhead to take.
"This isn't red," she observed.
"No," Beca muttered with a blush. "It's blue."
"I can see that, yes."
"I um… I thought it'd go well with your eyes…" Beca stammered, barely audible.
"My eyes?"
"Yeah. Because they're so blue…" Beca murmured softly, wondering what the fuck had come over her to turn her into such a cheesy mushball.
As soon as the curtain closed, separating her from the customer, she rubbed her eyes harshly, shaking her head at the same time. Something was seriously wrong with her, and she had to get over it.
"You okay?" And damn, even her voice did strange and foreign things to Beca, and she so wasn't ready to deal with any of this.
"Yeah, just tired or something," she responded grouchily before opening her eyes. And, in hindsight, she should've just kept them closed, because she had just decided she wasn't ready to deal with all of this, and yet here she was.
"So, good enough to impress?" the redhead asked.
Beca mutely nodded her head in the affirmative, before remembering to close her mouth and maybe blink a few times. "Uh, yeah, you look um… If this guy has eyes, you'll definitely woo him…"
The redhead stepped back into the fitting room with a chuckle. "No one said anything about a guy, Beca," she said with another one of those darned winks. "Thank for your help though… I couldn't have done it without you!"
Taking that as permission to scurry off and hide somewhere that wasn't here, Beca turned tail to do exactly that.
"Your redhead was here yesterday," Stacie suddenly piped up out of nowhere, just as Beca was about to take a bite from her sandwich.
"She's not my redhead, Stace," she responded with a roll of her eyes. "Besides, this is a clothing store. It's not that weird for her to drop by, okay?"
"Yeah, but she didn't buy anything. Just asked me if you were working… When I told her it was your day off, she left again," Stacie smiled with a waggle of her eyebrows.
"Dude, stop that, it's creeping me out," Beca snapped at her. "And you know I don't swing that way."
"Uhhuh," Stacie murmured, disbelief plainly evident in her voice and expression. "Speaking of your redhead, guess who just walked in?"
Beca's head whipped around so fast that she felt and heard the crack in her neck. But, surely enough, the redhead and her blonde friend were casually sauntering towards the counter. Beca noticed, worriedly, that the redhead was wearing the exact outfit she and Beca had gathered last time – having finished it off with the exact boots Beca had described.
"Beca!" she practically squealed. "So good to see you!"
"Hello, Aubrey," she heard Stacie smile from beside her, and her eyebrows raised towards her hairline as Aubrey gave a reserved smile.
"Stacie," the blonde smiled with a small nod of her head. "I'm afraid we're not here to buy anything today. Chloe just wanted to see the hobbit. Make it quick, please?" she asked the redhead, before turning around and walking to peruse the racks behind her.
To Beca's growing concern, Stacie walked after her, effortlessly striking up conversation with the reserved blonde. "Did she just refer to me as a hobbit?"
"Yeah," the redhead – Chloe – winced. "Don't mind her. She's excruciatingly polite most of the time. She's a nice person, really."
"I'll take your word for it," Beca groused, glaring at the blonde's back for a moment before turning her attention back to the redhead. "So, you wanted to see me?"
"Um, yeah," Chloe smiled, seeming uncharacteristically shy. "I was wondering if I could have your number?"
"Oh, yeah, of course," Beca smiled politely, taking a blank piece of paper from beneath the counter and scribbling down the store's phone number on it. "There you go."
"Thanks!" Chloe beamed. "Well, I should probably get going again, before Aubrey loses her patience…"
"Right, yeah, of course," Beca nodded. As Chloe turned away, Beca suddenly remembered something. "Oh, I was wondering… Um, how did that wooing go?"
Chloe merely gave her a sly smile. "You tell me…" she said with another one of those winks that caused Beca's heat to skyrocket.
It took her mind a few moments to reboot, and when it did, Chloe and Aubrey were already walking out of the store. "What's that supposed to mean?" she muttered to herself, drawing a questioning hum from Stacie. "Nothing, nothing. Let's just get back to work."
A few hours later, when they were almost done with their day, the phone behind the counter started its incessant ringing. "Stace, can you get it, I'm kinda tied up back here!" Beca called from the storeroom.
When, a few minutes later, she walked back towards the counter, she could clearly see and hear Stacie snickering with the phone still held to her ear. Intrigued, Beca moved behind the counter to start the dreaded task of counting the money.
"Oh, yeah, that's very true," Stacie chuckled. "She denies it, but yeah, totes."
Beca frowned, wishing she could hear the other side of the conversation. It certainly didn't sound as if Stacie was discussing something with a customer. Especially when the taller brunette started rattling off a series of numbers.
Ending the call, Stacie turned towards her with an amused grin. "Either you're a dense and oblivious idiot, or you really are straight."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Before she could get an answer, her phone chimed. It was only then that Beca realized why that series of numbers had sounded so familiar. She fished her phone from her back pocket, finding an unread text message.
When I asked for your number, I didn't mean the STORE. I meant YOU. Xoxo Chloe
Not knowing what to answer, Beca pushed her phone back into her pocket, attempting to ignore Stacie's staring and barely concealed laughter.
"Not going to answer that, Bec?"
"I'm working, Stace," she replied instantly. "You should try it sometime. I'd hate this job even more without you here. Wait, on second thought…"
"Yeah, yeah, I know you love me," Stacie smiled, giving Beca a hug from behind. "Just shoot Chloe a text. You'll thank me later."
"Stacie, I told you, I'm-"
"You're not straight, Beca. And you know it."
"Whatever."
Two weeks later, Beca still hadn't figured out how to respond to Chloe. She wasn't even sure she wanted to. Chloe did things to her. Made her feel things she wasn't supposed to feel. Wasn't used to feeling. And she didn't know if she wanted to feel those things.
She'd read Chloe's text numerous times, even typed up a few responses, but she'd always deleted them before she could send it. With a deep sigh, she put her phone back into her pocket and exited the break room. "Stace, I'm back."
Rather than Stacie, Beca only found Aubrey waiting in front of the counter. "Finally. I've been standing here for hours."
"Hello Aubrey," Beca sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "I only had a half-hour break. Where's Stacie?"
"Helping the gentleman over there finding a matching tie for his suit," the blonde responded instantly, nodding over towards the far corner, where Stacie was indeed helping a customer.
"Okay, and what can I do for you?" Beca asked suspiciously.
"Chloe needs your help," the blonde shrugged. "She asked me to ask you to come to the fitting rooms. Apparently, she needs your opinion again."
"Oh… right. Okay, I can do that."
Aubrey merely cocked a single eyebrow, looking entirely unimpressed. However, when Beca made it to the fitting rooms, she didn't find the tell-tale gleam of red hair anywhere around her. "That's odd…"
"Beca, is that you?" a voice called from behind one of the curtains.
"Chloe?"
"Yeah, in here."
"Aubrey said you needed my help with something?" she asked slowly, wondering what she'd be asked to judge this time.
"Yeah, in here," Chloe repeated cheerfully.
"Um, yeah, you're going to have to come out here if you need my advice… Only one person in a fitting room at a time. It's the rules."
"Please?" Chloe's voice countered in a low, pleading keen.
Heaving a deep and theatrical sigh, Beca rolled her eyes and grabbed the curtain, pulling it off to the side to slip through. "Fine, fine, what is it you-"
"Hi," Chloe smiled, voice barely a whisper.
Beca hardly noticed it, eyes too busy roaming over the tantalizing amount of bare skin the redhead was displaying. For some reason her brain could not comprehend right now, Chloe wasn't wearing a shirt, leaving her view of the redhead's top-half obstructed only by the black lacy bra.
And okay, yeah, right now Beca was seriously reconsidering her opinion on this whole 'being straight' thing she and Stacie had been discussing, because a straight woman would not be ogling another woman like this, wishing for the bra to come off so she could run her hands over her smooth skin, and-
"So I'm guessing that's a positive gaping, right?" Chloe asked tenderly, still sporting a teasing grin and tearing Beca's attention back to her face.
"Um, yeah, totally," Beca laughed nervously, trying to focus her attention on anything that wasn't the redheaded customer, hoping that might lessen the awkwardness.
"So can you help me take it off?" came the sultry follow-up question, the redhead looking at her with a hopeful pout.
"What?!" Beca stammered. "That's- I- But-"
"I can't reach the hooks on the back," Chloe shrugged, all hints of seduction suddenly gone.
"So that's why you needed me," Beca sighed, not sure whether she was feeling disappointed or relieved.
"Oh, no," Chloe laughed, turning her back towards the brunette. "Aubrey could've helped with that. I just needed to know your thoughts before I bought it."
Swallowing heavily, Beca unclasped the bra, watching the tension leave the fabric. "And why's that?" she asked lamely, trying to keep her temperature a few steps down from spontaneous combustion.
Pausing a moment to slide the bra down her arms and hang it off the hook mounted on the wall, Chloe slowly turned around. For a few moments, Beca tried her hardest to keep her eyes from wandering, but with the redhead standing in front of her unabashedly like this, the dropping of her eyes was inevitable.
"You're really dense, aren't you, Beca?" Chloe asked, taking a small step towards the brunette and practically cornering her.
"Dude, you're-"
"I'm pretty confident about all this," Chloe shrugged easily, taking another small step forward.
"Um… You should be," Beca barely managed to stammer.
Voice lowering even further, Chloe was now practically pressed up against Beca, whose back was all the way against the back of the fitting room. "Yeah?" she murmured breathlessly.
Beca was confident that there was a clever remark to be made here, but couldn't find the mental capacity to figure out what it should be. Instead, she acted on instinct, hands settling on hips, head canting upwards. Chloe's smile didn't fade as their lips made contact – rather, it grew even wider.
Revelling in the softness of Chloe's lips, Beca released a contented sigh, spurring the redhead onwards to deepen the kiss. She felt one of Chloe's arms snaking around her back, pulling their bodies flush together, while the other one slipped behind her head, fingers tangling themselves into her brown locks.
Time seemed to slow down as Beca felt the redhead's tongue flick across her lips, impatiently begging for entrance. She opened her mouth beneath Chloe's explorations without even considering the alternative, matching every warm, wet stroke with one of her own.
Feeling emboldened by Chloe's enthusiasm, Beca allowed one of her hands to explore, gently traveling up Chloe's spine, marvelling at the softness of her skin. Reaching her neck, Beca's hand started its descent again, before suddenly coming to a jarring halt as she remembered the girl she was kissing was entirely topless.
The current direction of her thoughts brought Beca's mind to a screeching halt. They were in a public place. Chloe was half-naked. They were having a rather intense make-out session, and anyone could walk in on them at any given time.
Chloe seemed to pick up on Beca's internal debate, softly biting down on the brunette's lip and giving a soft pull. She opened her eyes – when had she even closed them? – to find the redhead shooting her another one of those lascivious winks, before she resumed the kiss in full force.
Swept up by her expert ministrations, Beca was quick to forget about her objections again, continuing to move her hand in exploration as Chloe gave an encouraging hum. It wasn't long before her hand landed on unexplored territory, feeling the weight and warmth of Chloe's left breast in her hand and giving an experimental squeeze.
She really wished she'd had some way of recording the soft little sound that brought forth – halfway between a gasp and a moan – because she instantly loved it more than any music she'd ever heard. Feeling more confident, Beca gave another, firmer squeeze, slowly dragging her thumb over the redhead's taut nipple.
She didn't object when the redhead started to work her hands underneath Beca's own shirt, sliding it upwards and bunching it above her chest to run her hand over the thin material of her bra. Without even thinking about it, she found herself making similar sounds as the redhead had been making only moments before.
All too soon, she felt the hand moving away, only to then realize that Chloe snaked her arm around Beca's back again, hand coming to rest on the clasp of her own bra. Too far gone to worry about the chances of being caught, Beca gave an agreeing hum, lips never parting from the redhead's for more than a quick breath.
Chloe's fingers expertly unclasped the little hooks, and Beca grinned into the kiss as Chloe's hands impatiently pulled the garment out of the way. The grin quickly turned into a gasp as that same hand came to cover her breast, rubbing and massaging in a way that made Beca's head spin with desire.
The craziness of the situation registered briefly as Beca allowed one of her hands to travel down Chloe's stomach, coming to rest on the button of her jeans in an unspoken question. Receiving an almost desperate groan as reply, Beca's fingers made short work of the button, slipping her hand underneath the denim and-
"Oh my god, Chloe! Really?!"
Beca's head whipped around to the curtain – now pulled aside – so fast that it was actually painful, eyes wide as saucers as she watched Aubrey and Stacie looking back at them.
"Kind of busy here, Bree," Chloe hummed without turning towards her friend, instead nuzzling her face against Beca's throat.
Quickly pulling her hand out of the redhead's jeans, Beca glared at Stacie. "What?"
"Just marvelling at your staggering straightness," Stacie replied with a smug grin, waggling her eyebrows for extra measure.
"Fuck off!" Beca snapped in return, pulling the curtain closed again, and returning her attention to the topless redhead still pressed up against her. "Where were we?"
"In a fitting room, topless, with your hand down my pants," Chloe giggled in return. "Maybe we should go and find a better place to do this…"
Beca released a pitiful whine. "But I don't want to stop," she pouted, giving the redhead her best puppy eyes, even though she was already reaching for her bra.
"Neither do I… But wouldn't this be so much better in a bed?" the redhead asked seductively as she helped Beca fasten her bra again.
"I suppose…" Beca groused out slowly. The brunette watched as Chloe put on her shirt again and grabbed the bra she – hopefully – intended to buy. "Wait," she asked just as Chloe was about to open the curtain again.
"Hm?" the redhead hummed with an amused grin.
"What is this?" Beca asked, uselessly motioning between the two of them with her hands. Seeing that Chloe didn't quite get the question, she elaborated. "Like, are we just hooking up because you think I'm hot? Or do you want… more?"
"What are you offering?" Chloe asked with an even wider grin than before. "I'm open to… suggestions."
Feeling her blush returning full-force, Beca cleared her throat nervously. "Well, maybe I could um… take you out to dinner or something? Maybe… tonight?"
Whatever response Beca had expected, it wasn't to suddenly be tackled into a hug by an energetic mass of red. "Thank you," the warm breath tickled against her ear. "I was kinda hoping for that, too."
I am not going to say this will not get a continuation at some point in the future. I'm also not going to say that it will get one...