Hey nerds! Sorry it's been literally forever since I've updated- work has been crazy, there was a bout with pneumonia, summer getting started . . . I could make excuses forever. Anyways, I hope to start updating more regularly - no promises, but I'll try! Let me know what you guys think! Might help spur my creativity!
Steal My Girl - One Direction
Beca felt the warm sun on her back as her hands and feet dangled over the edge of the raft and into the water. It was a relaxing juxtaposition, the cool water on one side, heat on the other. Of course she was covered head to toe in a triple layer of 70 SPF sunscreen, because unfortunately, her pale skin wasn't quite reflective enough to bounce back the sun's rays.
It was Sunday, the one day she absolutely refused to do any work on - it was her one constant - the one day of the week where she had no plans other than relax with her fiancée.
Fiancée.
The word still made her stomach flutter like a kaleidoscope of butterflies had suddenly taken flight inside it.
She assumed that one day, maybe 50 years from now, she would get used to the idea of spending forever with Chloe; that the mere thought of it wouldn't make her heart skip ahead a beat, or her skin feel warm and tingly. Today however, was not that day; and she felt her insides jumble as she raised her head to look across the pool at the redhead.
The dancing instructor was floating on some ridiculously complicated chair raft in a Corona bikini that Beca had gotten her half as a joke. Her red hair was tucked up in a big floppy hat and a pair of Raybans were perched on her nose. She was reading one the many wedding magazines they had spread across the house- no doubt trying to decide if they should decorate the place setting with lilies or roses or some other obscure but but no doubt beautiful flower that Beca had never even heard of.
Music was wafting through the backyard, a beach themed playlist of Beca's own devising; and the light buzz of her earlier pina colada was hazing the edges of her consciousness.
It was a good day. A great day. She tried to think of anything that could possibly make the day better, but she couldn't - except maybe the addition of a second band to her left ring finger.
Beca grinned. THAT would certainly make her day better.
"Hey, Bec?"
"Hmm?"
"I think we should plan our first dance."
"Hmm?"
"Ya know, as a married couple."
"Hmm."
"Bec," Chloe's voice took on a slight whine. "I'm serious."
"I don't dance." She mumbled to the water, the float against her chin slurring her speech slightly.
There was a moment of a silence, and for a brief second she thought that might be the end of it until she looked up again to see Chloe staring at her over the top of her sunglasses, magazine open on her lap.
"Need I remind you that you were the star member of an all ladies a Capella group for four years of college?"
"Yeah but that was different, that was 'synchronized lady dancing'"
There was a pause and Beca turned back to the water, hands and feet paddling her aimlessly.
"You dance at parties."
" 's different."
"How?"
"Chlo, I don't think you want me to pop lock'n drop it at our wedding reception."
Her fiancée sighed and honestly Beca was surprised that the wind force of it didn't send the redhead sailing across the pool.
"Becs."
"You want me to do some 'dancing with the stars' shit."
Oh god, dancing with the stars. If she gave into this - and let's face it, any protest she put up against those blue eyes was merely for show- WHEN she did this; if the media ever found out they would definitely be on her to do that stupid show.
She groaned out loud and then there was water dripping on her back, Chloe's foot dangling over her.
"Don't you want our wedding to be special? You only get married once!"
Beca jerked upwards as quickly as she could without flipping the float, her face twisted in horror.
"Shit, shit, shit!"
In an instant, Chloe's face went from pouting to concern.
"What?"
"Did I not tell you about my first marriage?"
Blue eyes went wide until realization hit and then the same foot that was dripping water on her moments before was thrusting towards her in a playful kick. She managed to catch the foot, but Chloe jerked it back and she was thrown off balance, careening face first into the pool water.
She sputtered for a moment when she reached the surface again, water stinging the back of her nose. She swiped at her eyes while treading water, grateful that she had decided to skip the makeup this morning. She spotted her sunglasses where they had sunk to the bottom of the pool and she dove down after them, relishing the feel of the silky water. Her ascent was much more graceful this time, and a few short strokes brought her to Chloe's float.
The redhead had abandoned her magazine, tossing it to the side of the pool, and even though she was still wearing her sunglasses, Beca knew those blue eyes were trained on her every move. She put both hands on the side of the raft and Chloe squealed, no doubt expecting Beca to try and flip her into the pool. Instead, the DJ heaved herself onto the float beside her fiancée; tangling them in a mess of wet skin.
The shorter girl maneuvered until she was prone on top of her fiancee, curling around the older girl's body and digging her chin until her face was snuggled in the space between Chloe's cheek and shoulder.
"I'll look like an idiot." She protested, her lips mumbled against Chloe's neck.
Warm fingers came up to draw calming circles on her back and a shiver raced up her spine.
"You won't look like an idiot, Becs." Chloe's voice was low and reassuring and the sentiment warmed her more than the 80 degree weather.
"Look, Beale-"
Chloe's hand smacked her shoulder.
"Future Mrs. Mitchell."
Beca groaned in mock irritation, ignoring the spike of heat the words sent through her abdomen.
"Look, future Mrs. Mitchell - I know you know how awesome I am; because, let's face it - why else would you marry me? - but not everyone else knows that. So when I get up there with my two left feet to do whatever Sound of Music style waltz you have in mind, they're going to think you just married some uncoordinated idiot."
Chloe's giggle rocked the float.
"Becs, you'll be fine. Have you forgotten that I actually make a living teaching people how to dance?"
Her fingers resumed their tracing on Beca's back.
"Besides, I could offer you some . . . private lessons."
"That does sound tempting."
"Please, Becs?"
She pulled back to look the older girl in the eyes, but just as she opened her mouth, the doorbell alert on her phone rang out.
"Food's here! Saved by the bell!"
"This is not over, Mitchell!" Chloe called out after her as she scrambled very un-gracefully over the edge of the pool and onto the concrete.
It was a week and and half later on a shopping trip with Aubrey and Stacie for reception decorations when Beca finally gave in. They were in the midst of looking at napkin options when Beca turned towards Chloe, the suddenness of the movement startling the older girl slightly.
"So, I've decided. You can choreograph our first dance." Chloe jumped on the balls of her feet, hands clapping excitedly, only to stop when Beca held out her hand. "On one condition."
"Anything!" She agreed quickly; too quickly.
Beca's eyes narrowed.
"I get to pick our first dance song."
"Ohhhkay?" The end of the word lilted up, and Beca grinned at the implication.
"You were expecting something dirty, weren't you?"
She could see the blush starting in Chloe's chest and working its way up her neck.
"What?! No!"
The older girl shuffled through the napkin options to try and hide her lie, but Beca only chuckled; moving closer so that her breath was on Chloe's ear, her breasts brushing the redhead's arm.
"You shouldn't lie to your fiancee, Beale."
"Mitchell." She corrected, her breath puffing out in a stutter.
Beca chuckled in her ear. "What?"
Chloe's fingers drifted along the napkin selections as she replied matter-of-factly.
"Future Mrs. Mitchell."
Beca smirked against the redhead's ear.
"You're really concerned about that right now?"
She moved her lips down to Chloe's neck.
"It's - it's important."
"Well, Mitchell, I don't think it's appropriate for us to start off our married life with lies."
"Lies?" Any pretense of looking at table settings was forgotten as Chloe's hands gripped the display in front of them.
Beca snickered, her hands tracing a hot trail up Chloe's arms before settling on her shoulders. "You seem a little tense, Red."
The pulse point under her lips fluttered erratically.
"Need a back rub?"
"Becs, we're in public."
"I don't think there's anything illegal about a back rub."
"There is is when you do it." was the muttered reply.
"Hah! I knew your mind was in the gutter!"
"You're the one playing dirty!"
"What are you even talking about? My hands have been completely above the waist. Just admit that you thought that I was going to ask you to do something kinky in return for the first dance."
"No! Most-" She groaned as Beca hit a tight spot on her shoulders. "- most definitely not!"
"I see." The DJ hummed in response, her fingers playing with the tiny hairs at the back of Chloe's neck for a moment before she continued. "So what is it that you wanted me to ask for?"
She could see the redhead shiver as Beca's nimble fingers pressed into her neck muscles.
"What?"
"What is it that you wanted me to ask for? You must have had something in mind. . . "
A dozen images scrolled through her mind from various conversations they had had about things they might be open to trying on special occasions and she felt a jolt of nervous excitement as she awaited Chloe's answer.
There was a long pause and she hummed.
"Must be a good one."
"No, I -"
"It's ok, Chlo, whatever it is; we can still do it." her hands stopped massaging to wrap around the older girl's waist, pulling her into a backwards hug.
"But I wasn't -"
"Alright!" Aubrey's voice cut into the moment. "Let's get you two out of here before you start banging on the tablecloth display."
"Bow chicka wow wow." Stacie supplied, complete with hip shimmy.
"Way to ruin the moment, guys." Beca complained, keeping her arms around Chloe's waist and nestled her head into the redhead's neck to stare up their taller friends.
"Please," Stacie waved a hand. "The past eight years with you two has been 'a moment'."
She felt Chloe shrug and sink backwards into her embrace.
"It's not our fault we have great sexual chemistry."
Beca snickered at that, and the look of exasperation on Aubrey's face.
"Did you guys even manage to pick out table settings or have you just been eye-fucking this whole."
"Ooooh!" Beca crowed in Chloe's ear. "Big bad Posen said the 'f' word."
The redhead giggled at that, hands coming up to cover Beca's hands where they were clasped around her waist.
"Yes, Bree, we picked out table settings - black tablecloths, white plates, purple flowers in the centerpieces."
That - actually sounded perfect. She nodded in agreement over her fiancee's shoulder.
The blonde eyed them with an air of distrust. "You guys are really taking this stress free wedding thing seriously, huh?"
Chloe nuzzled her head into Beca's. "I'm telling you, as long as I come out of this thing as Mrs. Beca Mitchell; I really couldn't give two shits what we eat at the reception."
"I know what I'm eating before the reception." Beca waggled her eyebrows and then grunted as Chloe's elbow jabbed into her side. Aubrey's eyes rolled while Stacie held out her hand for a fist bump.
"Nice one, Shorty!"
"Can we please get out of here before my fiancee decides to embarrass me any more?" Chloe's voice was a whine but her hands tightened over Beca's.
"I never thought I would see the day that I, Beca Mitchell would embarrass Chloe Beale - the one and only shower stalker."
Chloe turned in her arms, hands coming up to pinch her cheeks. "I'm so proud of you!"
In a testament to how far she's come in her acceptance of people - of a certain redhead - that she doesn't fight it, that she instead leans in, crashing their lips together in what soon becomes a heated kiss.
"Ok, alright that's - ; we're going to the car just - don't - ugh c'mon Stace."
Beca presumes that they leave at that, but she isn't sure until a saleslady breaks them apart a few minutes later with a quiet clearing of her throat.
They may not have been getting married for two more months, but there was nothing wrong with starting the honeymoon phase early.
