Ok, so this is super last minute! I've been hanging around this site for years and have always loved indulging in Bechloe week... this morning however, I'm inspired. This is my first post, like ever, so be gentle and try this on for size, I'll get to the other prompts later...

Cheers!

Accidental kiss:

She dreams a lot, like A LOT, always has. Call it busy brain syndrome or whatever but her brain never quite turns off, even when it's biologically supposed to! It's annoying too because whilst she can remember certain things, the large proportion of these dreams come with that 'can't quite reach' feeling as tiny whisps of detail remain when she wakes, never quite sinking in to place enough to actually be 'remembered'.

Her dreams have become more and more focused on one thing lately, that one thing that dominates her waking thoughts now demanding time in her unconscious ones too. She can't say she minds, she dwells in the admittedly higher than average 'recollections' of these dreams during her days, anxious to see what her brain will come up with next, once she finally gets back to the one place where she can actually say these things out loud. In her dreams, she can kiss her whenever she wants, she can hold her, she can tell her over and over again just how much she really does love her. Right there in dreamland it isn't scary, it's easy and safe and so, so right that when she wakes each morning, she almost finds the courage to actually confront this all head on. Almost. But then she looks into those ice blue eyes, that never stop shining like the most precious of diamonds and wavers. What would happen if all of this is truly only in her head, what would she do if she left, if these feelings meant that they couldn't be together anymore. That thought is truly frightening and ultimate wins her battle of inner turmoil every time. So she indulges the dreamland relationship a little more, admittedly with a tinge if guilt that her head has more than once undressed her best friend without her consent, that does make her feel like the biggest creep ever but her unconscious brain is winning that battle too.

There are times though, like this morning, as she lies in bed with her arm draped lightly over the waist of her best friend, that she's still asleep enough to not quite be out of dream land but awake enough to know that she doesn't want to leave. She forces herself to stay where everything is right, everything is as it truly feels like it should be, always.

In her dream, red hair tickles her nose as Chloe stirs herself, wriggling in her embrace to turn and face her. In the dim light of another day of her dreams, she breathes in the scent of the sweetest thing she's ever been privileged to and draws her arms tighter, closing the distance between them. She brushes her nose lightly over the the other girls, as the red head stirs again. The action stimulates a flutter of movement as she catches the faint outline of eyes opening in the darkened room. The glint of those eyes would be impossible to miss even in the darkest setting and she repeats the action again, pushing forward to lightly brush her nose over the red heads again before feeling the action mirrored by Chloe. She inhales deeply, as hands she now feels she knows intimately snake up to barely hold her cheeks, brushing her nose again before lips that she knows she's tasted a hundred times, if only her in her dreams, ghost over the tip.

A faint 'Bec' whispers out from between perfect pink lips as Chloe presses her forehead to hers, she leans forward to capture lips that fit perfectly with hers in a slow, peaceful kiss repeating her mantra in her head 'don't wake up, don't wake up'.

As the kiss draws to it's naturally sleepy and content conclusion, she feels the pangs of consciousness drawing her away, again... she can't do this anymore. 'It hurts too much'.

'What hurts Bec?' She hears whispered across her face as the red head still hangs close enough for her to feel every breath she takes tickle her skin.

'I don't want to leave you, Chloe' she hiccups. Tears beginning to fog her still sleepy voice.

'I won't let you, not ever' Chloe whimpers, as she feels her drop another light kiss to her lips.

'But you will' she breathes out hard, 'I'll wake up and I won't ever be brave enough to tell you how I feel and, and'

I light gasp fills the room before Chloe asks, voice clearer now 'How do you feel, please tell me Bec?'

'You know how I feel, dream Chloe always knows how I feel, she knows I love her...' another gasp reaches her ears as she's pulled into a much deeper kiss than her paltry level of consciousness is ready for... wait, consciousness?

Pulling out of the most intense kiss she has ever shared, ever, even with dream Chloe, Beca hedges... 'Chloe...?'

'Hmmmm?'

'Are you awake?'

'Yeah Bec, I'm awake and I love you too'.