"I wish I was rooming with you." Beca pouted as she and Chloe stopped outside of Beca's room. Beca wanted to reach out and touch Chloe, but she resisted the urge, balling her hands into fists at her sides. She had been doing that a lot since they came to Sochi. Beca was really beginning to miss her girlfriend's touch.
"Now that would raise some eyebrows." Chloe smirked. "Even more I mean."
Beca cocked her head to the side, confused.
"I already saw people looking at us weird when we sat together at dinner." Chloe explained.
Beca's eyes clouded over with worry.
"Really? They were? Lots of people?"
"No, not lots. But it must have looked kind of strange. You are the enemy after all. My competition." Chloe teased.
Beca bit her lip, and Chloe took a step closer to her, her eyes soft.
"Hey, don't worry about it okay? Nobody suspects anything." She quickly glanced down the hallway in both directions before reaching out for Beca's hand, running her thumb in soothing circles over the top.
"Not yet they don't." Beca glanced down at Chloe's tender fingers before gently pulling her hand away.
"We have to be careful, Chlo."
"We are being careful. I haven't kissed you once in three days. I'm dying here."
Beca laughed weakly.
"Me too."
Chloe took a dangerously close step towards Beca, and Beca glanced nervously around her.
"There's so many things I wish I could do to you right now." Chloe whispered in Beca's ear. Beca's body reacted as it always did, flushing with heat from her ears down to her toes. Her eyes fluttered slightly and she swallowed hard.
Without realizing what she was doing, Beca answered back in a whisper.
"Like what?"
"Like..."
"Hey guys!"
Beca jumped about ten feet in the air as Amanda Harris, a figure skater from the United States waved to them from down the hallway.
"Hey, Amanda!" Beca managed to say clearly, hiding her shaking hands behind her back. Once Amanda was out of sight, Beca's body relaxed, but her face had taken on a new hardness.
"Shit." she ran a hand through her loose brown hair. "That isn't 'being careful' Chlo!"
"It's fine, she didn't see anything." Chloe assured her.
"We can't keep cutting it this close!"
Chloe took a step back, a look of hurt crossing her features.
"Don't yell at me, Beca."
Beca crossed and uncrossed her arms in distress, finally placing her hands on her hips. She wasn't really mad at Chloe and she hated the fact that she had put that hurt into her girlfriend's eyes, but she had a quick temper and wasn't always the best at controlling it.
"I'm sorry, I'm just frustrated, okay? Being here means more than anything in the world to me, and I don't want to do anything to fuck it up or jeopardize my performance. I need to go to bed, I have a big day of practice tomorrow, and I need to be on my game."
Without even saying goodbye or giving Chloe the chance to talk, Beca opened the door to her room and walked inside.
Her roommate wasn't back yet so she took the time alone to shower and collect her thoughts. She knew she had just been an enormous bitch to Chloe when she didn't deserve it, but competing in the Olympics meant more to her than anything in the world. She needed to focus entirely on that. For the next two weeks her relationship needed to be put on the back burner.
Once Beca climbed into bed, she pulled out her phone to text Chloe.
I'm sorry about how I acted earlier. You didn't deserve that. I just tend to completely lose all of my senses whenever you come anywhere near me and while I'm here my focus needs to be entirely on competing.
Chloe responded almost instantly.
Clearly you make me lose all of my senses too. And I agree. The relationship we have with our partners is the more important relationship and we should only be focusing on that for the next two weeks.
Beca felt silly at the fact that Chloe's text stung a little, since she was only agreeing with what Beca had said and Beca was the one who had initiated the conversation in the first place. But the slight bit of hurt she felt was nearly erased when she received another text thirty seconds later. She opened it, fighting back a smile as she read the message.
Doesn't mean I won't be thinking about you;)
