Okay so this chapter is definitely nearing the M rating;) Just a warning. I'm trying to stay on top of this whole writing thing but it's hard to find time so chapters may just come when they come. Sorry.
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Becs: We still on for dinner tonight? Chloe immediately smiled.
Obviously! We can't be lonely alone!
Becs: You have a good point, Red. I guess I can tolerate you for a while.
Always a charmer, Becs.
Becs: You know it ;)
With that, Chloe shut off her phone, attempting to concentrate on the lecture. She failed miserably. In the two hours she sat there, Chloe managed to pick up the name Edward Jenner and something about chromosomes from her professor; getting distracted by a certain brunette. Chloe knew her feelings went far deeper than a little crush, she was absolutely, 100% in love with Beca Mitchell. The worst part? She didn't want to stop it. She wanted to scream it from the fucking roof tops and hope that maybe, just maybe, Beca would feel the same. But she couldn't, shouldn't, and wouldn't do that. Their friendship was too special to even think about ruining it and honestly? Chloe wouldn't deny that she had spent countless nights thinking and possibly crying (she wouldn't admit that part) over this freaking tiny brunette she called her best friend. Apart from Aubrey of course. Another problem. They had just about learned how to tolerate each other, dating Beca would only flare up more shit that, although Chloe would argue was worth it to be with the brunette, she couldn't be fucked to deal with any of it. She had had enough of that from the day Beca arrived on campus.
By the time the lecture had ended and she made it to Baker Hall Chloe had gone over every single scenario to be with Beca. Every single fucking one. It only confused her more. Maybe frustrated is a better word? She didn't know. Nor did she care at this point. She was here, about to spend time with Beca and she couldn't let herself get trapped in her thoughts. Their time together was special and she wasn't going to waste it. Just knock on the fucking door, Beale.
"Coming," she heard Beca shout, followed by a bang, making Chloe smile. Classic Beca. "Oh my God, do my eyes deceive me or did Chloe Beale herself knock! Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?"
"Ha-ha, very funny," she shot back, her voice dripping in sarcasm at the obvious joke towards her lack of personal boundaries. She's trying.
"So, what do you want to order for our special Valentine's Day feast?" Beca asks as she sits in her desk chair, spinning in circles.
"I don't know but I'm thinking we should go big, it is Valentine's Day after all and I'm fucking beat," she answers, falling onto Beca's bed face first.
"Okay, wow, now I'm worried. You knocked and now you're saying fucking. I don't think I've ever heard you say that…oh my god, Chloe, I've never heard you say that!" She actually seemed shocked and Chloe had to smile at the look on her face, she seemed genuinely concerned and maybe…confused?
"I'm a changed woman," she states confidently. Beca just scoffs as a reply, letting out a little laugh with it.
"Well, Miss Beale, could you decide on what it is you would like to eat?" she asks in a formal tone, imitating a waitress.
"Hmm…Chinese?"
"Sure, I'll phone and order a feast for us."
"I love how you don't even ask what I want," Chloe says, a smile on her face, looking at Beca with her phone to her ear.
"We've ordered too many times, I know exactly what you like."
An hour later, they're sat on the floor surrounded by empty Chinese food containers and wrappers, the only light source, other than the laptop that is, being the small lamp planted on the desk.
"I think that's one of the best meals I've ever eaten," Chloe says as she starts standing up.
"That says a lot coming from you. I still don't understand how you eat so much yet you look like you do," Beca says as she leans back, practically lying in the middle of the floor.
"Is Beca Mitchell calling me hot right now?" Chloe makes a fake surprise face, shooting Beca a playful smile as she leans over Beca's computer.
"Hey, Beale, what are you doing? You know I don't like anyone touching that," Beca starts to get wary. She trusts Chloe but that doesn't stop the reflex.
"Chill, Mitchell, just putting on some music."
"Okay, just make sure it's decent music," she gives in as she watches Chloe hook up the water speakers-it always did amuse the redhead-and click play.
"No. Nu-uh. Not happening," Beca quickly takes back, standing.
"Come on, Becs, you know I love this song!" Chloe defends, starting to dance to the music.
"Yeah, that's the problem, you love it too much, Miss Lady Jam," she shoots back, searching for a new song on the computer.
"Just dance with me, come on," Chloe says as she tugs Beca away from the laptop with a groan. "I won't try anything on you, I promise…unless you want me to that is," she shoots Beca another playful smile as Beca laughs quietly, thinking she was joking about this whole thing. God, Chloe wishes she was joking.
So Beca finally agrees as Chloe takes her hand, dancing separately but their hands connecting their movements as the remix of Titanium flows around the room. But Chloe's smart. She knows that Beca won't blink an eyelash if Chloe slowly gets closer to her. Beca almost expects it from Chloe.
As the fast beat starts up, a part requested by Chloe herself, the closeness begins to become more apparent as Chloe's back moves inches away from the brunette's chest. But Beca encourages it, much to Chloe's surprise, as she grabs the redhead's waist while Chloe speeds the movement of her hips to match the beat.
It isn't the first time they've danced so intimately, this is a monthly occurrence, at least, when the Bellas go out clubbing, a tradition which no one dares to break, but it's only ever been in big groups of people while they're intoxicated by alcohol. Never has it happened when they're both fully sober and alone. It feels more intimate and special, Chloe decides.
When the sped-up chorus picks back up, both girls are belting out the words, smiles spread across their face as they dance together. Chloe almost manages to convince herself that this is what normal friends do, dancing so close, but the thoughts gone as soon as it comes.
Beca only flusters her more, pulling her closer, somehow, to the point where Chloe can feel her breath on her neck.
Both girls know that this isn't normal. Far from it.
But then the music slows and before Chloe can think about it, Beca's slowly spinning her in circles. It feels magical and right, God, it feels so, so right. Like Chloe was made just to live this moment. So, she gives in and smiles, her eyes closed, as she tilts her head towards her hand attached to Beca's above.
Opening them as she comes to a stop, Chloe's met with Beca's eyes, staring straight into hers. Beca's hand is resting on her waist, holding her in place, while the other is still intertwined with Chloe's own. Chloe didn't even realise until now that her own hand had gravitated to Beca's neck. They're swaying slightly to the left-over music flowing through the room. But neither girl is bothered about that. They're eyes haven't left each other.
Chloe's not completely sure but she's pretty sure Beca steals a glance at her lips and before she has time to contemplate it, Beca's lips are on hers. She's not even sure who initiated it, it could have been both of them. But she's kissing Beca.
Beca fucking Mitchell.
The first thing she feels is just how soft Beca's lips are and then both of her hands are on Beca's neck, her fingers fiddling with the hair that's come loose from the brunette's messy bun. Beca's hands are on her waist, holding her in place, one of her thumbs stroking Chloe's skin where her top's rode up.
They start to edge towards the bed, taking slow steps together as their bodies move against one another. And sure, they're stepping on leftover Chinese boxes and probably food but neither can find it within themselves to care. Their lips break apart for a blink of an eye as Chloe's back hits the mattress and Beca climbs on top of her, carefully holding her weight on one arm. And their lips just gravitate towards one another. Like magnets. Chloe thinks for a second, just one, that they've done this a million and ten times before and she almost convinces herself that they have with how natural this all feels. Almost. Because the foreign yet amazing feel of Beca's lips reminds her that this is new and exciting and she's kissing Beca fucking Mitchell for the first time.
Before Chloe knows it, their tongues are in a war and Beca's thigh is raising in between her legs. And Chloe knows she should stop it and they should talk but god damn it she doesn't want to. She just wants to stay in this moment, kissing Beca, for the rest of her life. But then Beca's leg is moving slightly and Chloe only realises then that Beca's not the only one moving. She lets out a hmm that's half a moan before she can even think about it and Beca only smiles against her lips.
"Becs," Chloe says against her lips as she gently places her hands on Beca's shoulders.
"Chlo," Beca basically repeats in the same tone. Chloe only rolls her eyes with a playful smile.
"Don't you think we should talk about this?"
"Dude, I think we were communicating just fine." Another eye roll.
"Seriously Becs, what does this mean? Are we like together now? Like, what's happening here?" Okay so Chloe may be freaking just a tad.
"It's a I wanna be with you and you wanna be with me, that's what's happening Chlo," Beca explains simply.
"You just avoided half of my questions and who says I wanna be with you Mitchell?" Chloe gives her a teasing smile from below as Beca fakes a surprised face.
"Well, I know you Beale and you wouldn't make out with anyone you don't want to be with so I'm going to take that as a hint…Look, Chlo I wanna be with you and if you do too then I wanna do this." It surprises Chloe just how much emotion Beca puts in.
"I wanna be with you too," Chloe all but whispers, pulling Beca's chin towards her to place a single kiss on her lips.
Everything slowed in that moment, Chloe's eyes still closed below Beca, as Beca's thumb grazes her hair line before rolling to lie on her side beside Chloe.
Chloe just keeps her eyes closed. She can tell Beca's staring at her but she's kind of enjoying it. Loving it. She almost convinces herself to open her eyes before Beca's placing light kisses on her shoulder, trailing up to her jaw.
She still hasn't opened her eyes. Instead, let's out a sign of contentment, somehow trying to let Beca know that she's more than okay with this. Chloe knows she's received the message when she feels Beca's smile against her skin, continuing to kiss up to her ear.
"Enjoying this are we, Beale?" Beca eventually whispers in her ear; the smirk on her face evident in her tone. Chloe only hums in response, a small smile overcoming her own face.
Yet, her eyes are still closed.
Beca's hands start to make their way up Chloe's top, resting on the redhead's stomach, as the kisses continue over her neck. Beca's fingers start to move and then Chloe's screaming and laughing as Beca's tickling her.
"Beca…Beca stop!" Chloe cries in between laughs.
"Sorry, what was that? You want me to carry on? Well, okay, if you insist." Chloe did always say Beca wouldn't be Beca without the sarcasm.
"No…no, stop!"
Despite Chloe's best efforts, Beca only stopped when she was sure Chloe was about to pee herself.
"I'll get you back for that Mitchell," Chloe all but panted when Beca stopped.
"If I live to see the day," Beca retorted from where she was straddling Chloe.
Oh, and there's the eye roll again.
"Come here," she whispers from under Beca.
So, Beca moves her body down Chloe's until her face is in front of the redheads and one legs placed in-between Chloe's.
"What can I do for you, Red?" the brunette whispers as she rests her forehead against the woman beneath her.
Chloe only tilts her chin, connecting their lips.
But this time's different. More serious. But Chloe's pretty sure she meant for that to happen. Yep, 100% her intentions.
It doesn't take them long to get into a comfortable rhythm, tongues in a war and hands travelling over and under clothes. Chloe's fiddling with the hem of Beca's top in hopes the brunette will get the message; she doesn't want to force it off her, she has no idea how far Beca wants to go with this. But Beca's also massaging Chloe's waist where her top has raised. So, she takes that as a hint that Beca's okay and starts to lift her top up the brunette's body and God she's thankful when Beca sits ups, removes her arms and pulls her head through. Chloe only follows her body, sitting up with Beca, which results with Beca's knee right on Chloe's core-but she's okay with it. And Beca seems to be too. If her kissing has anything to do with it-she's definitely okay with it.
Chloe knows that it's way too obvious that Beca's knee is doing things to her-things that just shouldn't be happening with this level of contact. But it's not like she can control it. Neither does she want to. But Chloe can only tell how transparent she is when Beca lightly smiles into the kiss as her knee starts to move.
And then Chloe can't deal with it anymore.
She quickly breaks the kiss, removes her hands from Beca to pull her own top over her head before connecting their lips together, all a bit frantic for Chloe's liking but she doesn't care. Not right now. She needs to feel Beca's skin against hers.
In one swift motion, she flips Beca over onto her back, so she can straddle the brunette, one leg either side of Beca's hips. Leaning down, her body flush against Beca's, she reconnects their lips, all while spreading her fingers over Beca's rib cage in an attempt to keep herself steady. And then she realises she can't.
Feeling Beca's body begin to grind against her, and her own reciprocating, Chloe moves her lips down the girl's neck, urging herself not to leave any marks. Beca would kill her. But that doesn't stop the craving because God Chloe just wants to leave marks over every inch of skin, truly marking Beca as her own. But she can't. So, she just keeps kissing her way across Beca's collarbone and down the valley of her breasts, slowing, unsure of herself, when her kisses move to the edge of the brunette's black bra. She doesn't want to move it in fear of pushing Beca too far. So, naturally, her eyes move up to seek for reassurance, only to be met with Beca staring right back at her, more love in her eyes than Chloe thinks she's ever seen in a person.
"You can take it off," Beca whispers so quietly, Chloe's not sure if she heard her right.
"Are-are you sure?" Chloe stutters, making it a bit too obvious that she's just slightly nervous.
"Chlo, I trust you," Beca says, so confidently that Chloe can't remember the girl whose walls were 10 feet high.
They hold eye contact until Chloe's lips are inches from Beca's and she slowly lowers herself to push her lips against Beca's. There was no movement, not by their lips anyway. Chloe pulls back after a moment, only barely though, so there's enough breathing space to whisper, "I trust you too."
And then her lips are taking a familiar path down Beca's neck, to her collarbone. Her lips carry on moving as she pulls Beca up to a sitting position, herself straddled in the brunette's lap where she's forced to disconnect her lips.
Again, they hold eye contact, like they're in the deepest conversation of their lives, yet no words are being spoken. Chloe's the one to lean forward, resting her forehead against Beca's. And both of them are just in that moment, in their bubble; nothing can touch them. Beca's hands are wrapped around Chloe's waist, her finger's tracing patterns on the redhead's lower back, like she's trying to reassure Chloe, and herself, that everything's okay. Which they are. Chloe's hands are tracing Beca's bra, and Beca can tell that she's still unsure of herself. She wants to do this, of course she does, but she can't get rid of the doubt that Beca's not okay with this, like she wants to run for the hills like she always does. So Beca moves her hands to copy the redhead's actions. Any move Chloe makes, Beca does too.
So, Chloe gravitates to the clasp and smoothly snaps it open, and her own blue bra makes the same sound a moment after.
Both garments fall off easily and are quickly pushed off the bed, the girls falling back onto the bed in a mess of limbs and connected lips.
The desperation gets to them then; the pace quickens, and kisses become almost messy and sloppy-but they're still in that moment. Beca's unbuttoning Chloe's jeans from above as Chloe's fingers are gripping and smoothing over any of Beca's skin she can reach, in a desperate mission to let Beca know that she's ready and she freakin wants this. Like a lot. Her finger tips trace onto Beca's side, eventually leading up and around her sensitive nub before spreading her palm across and giving her a gentle squeeze, all while pushing her body up and kissing Beca with a hell of a lot more force than before.
The brunette's back arches downward into Chloe's touch, her hand slipping under her jeans and resting at the redhead's panties. Chloe herself isn't sure how much more she can take; she can feel that feeling deep in the pit of her stomach, waving down to her core and making her crave Beca more than ever before.
"Becs," she lets out against Beca's lips. It's a plea, both know it, but Chloe didn't even realise it came out until it slipped past her lips. But Beca responds, knowing the meaning behind it that Chloe needed her right now and quite frankly, Beca wasn't sure how much longer she would last either.
Chloe feels Beca's hand lower and eventually generate soft circles over her panties and she has to admit that she struggles immensely to continue kissing Beca. But Beca, and Chloe couldn't be more thankful in that moment, understands and trails her lips down the redhead's neck and reaches her nipple, twirling her tongue and giving it a slight suck. Knuckles become white as Chloe's finger's curl around the bed sheets and her other hand seeks Beca's in an attempt to anchor herself, even in the slightest, to this moment.
And Beca grips to Chloe's hand like a lifeline; when she watches Chloe's head dig into the pillow, when she places light kisses to the redhead's stomach, and when some of those light kisses turn into desperate sucks that Beca knows will leave a mark. She only releases Chloe's hand when she starts the mission of getting her jeans off. And under the immense pleasure, Chloe can't help but berate herself for wearing jeans on today of all days-the ultimate cockblocker when it comes to sex.
The jeans come off, surprisingly, with ease and they're soon skin to skin again. Chloe loves it; feeling Beca's light weight on top of her and her warm skin blanketing her from above.
Hands roam each other's stomachs, torsos and back, latching onto one another like the other will disappear any minute. But they also know that no one is going anywhere. It's a weird feeling.
Chloe's soon regaining control, flipping Beca over and fiery, red hair coming down to fall over her shoulders. Her hands continue their journey down Beca's stomach and start to edge Beca's sweats down, a smile overcoming her as she reminds herself of what they're actually doing. She's undressing Beca fucking Mitchell-who wouldn't smile at that?
Once the sweats are off, Chloe returns to Beca, one knee beside each hip as she hovers over Beca. The brunette's hands gravitate to Chloe's core again, creating soft circles over the fabric. And then Beca's pushing them aside and inserting her fingers into her folds and Chloe won't lie, it surprised her how bold Beca was being with this. But, God it felt good.
Chloe tries to kiss Beca back, she really does, but it's just not possible after a while. Their foreheads rest against one another instead, breaths mingling together, and Chloe feels bad because she needs to give Beca something. She wants to give Beca something.
Slowly, Chloe lowers herself down to put more weight onto Beca and the bed, but she never lets their foreheads disconnect. Through her heavy breaths and gasps, she can make out her hand moving down Beca's body and slipping inside Beca's own Black boxer shorts. It's a strange experience to say the least. Because, yes, Chloe had been with other girls-not many but enough- after actually realising that she was bi, but Beca was different. A whole new level of a game that Chloe didn't even realise she was playing. And she says that simply because she had thought of this moment, maybe dreamt of it a few times, from the moment she saw the little alt girl at the activities fair and even more so when she'd caught a glimpse in the showers. So, yes, Chloe had waited a long time for this.
But feeling Beca, really feeling her, is something totally new and brilliant. She can feel the change in Beca's breathing when her fingers slide into her folds and she lets on finger slide down into Beca. And that's when Beca breaks. She lets out a throaty moan, the first one she's made in this whole experience, and it hits Chloe like a brick wall. Something switches, and Chloe's more turned on than she thinks she's ever been, which says a lot. She's pretty sure Beca notices too as her hand speeds up and she takes the risk of kissing Chloe again before kissing any skin she can reach.
Chloe's so incredibly close that she almost abandons her Beca duties but quickly speeds up at the realisation, inserting and curling her fingers expertly as they exit, desperately trying to get Beca on the same level as her, if she isn't already. And then the two are in this little of bubble of pleasure that neither have experience. A bubble made up of heavy pants, sweaty foreheads mushed together and the steady movement of their bodies against one another. And it should be awkward and weird but it's just not, it feels like the most natural thing in the universe.
Chloe feels herself reach a point and the few seconds of build-up have her eyes squeezed and mouth open before tipping over the edge. She almost has another when Beca comes a moment after, her face taking a similar form to Chloe's own. And the redhead loves it.
They lay there for a moment in the after-math, Chloe's forehead now having sank to Beca's chin and the brunette takes the opportunity to place a light kiss on the girl's hairline and Chloe just smiles and lets out a content sigh.
The redhead hops up after a minute, grabbing the blanket from the end of the bed to wrap around herself. The blanket that Beca puts there for her-she had started doing that when Chloe would stay on a regular basis and she did always get cold so Beca just saved the harm of leaving the bed in search of one. This is why Chloe loves her.
When she walks out of Beca's closet with two old, over-sized tops, Beca's confusion seizes just a little. Chloe watches it drop of her face as she throws a top at her, removing the blanket and popping her head through her own. She jumps on the bed then, landing on her knees and taking Beca's invitation to cuddle into her side at her lifted arm. Her head finds a comfortable place just beside Beca's shoulder while her arm lays on Beca's stomach, and one leg coming up and between Beca's so they're feet wrap around one another. And she'd be lying if she said they hadn't done this before. Because they had. Just not like this. Not this intimate. But Chloe decides it's a nice change. An encouraged one.
Beca's bringing the duvet around them before Chloe can even think how Beca managed to get under it in the first place. It ends up right at Chloe's shoulder and she knows Beca only did that because she knows that Chloe will get cold half way through the night and will 100% shiver to the point of Beca waking up and actually being concerned that Chloe's about to die. It had happened before-more than once. But Chloe had always done that so she just assured Beca she was fine and that it was normal.
Beca's hand comes up to the one led on her ribs and intertwines them, giving Chloe's a gentle squeeze as her other hand traces patterns on the redheads back absentmindedly.
"Becs?" Chloe tilts her head to look towards Beca more, not like she can actually see her but whatever.
"Yes, Chlo?"
"I liked that," Chloe says simply, like she's just stating the weather. A moment of silence follows before Beca whispers, "Me too, Chlo."
"And Becs?"
"Yes, Chlo?"
"I love you," Chloe whispers, almost unsure if she should be saying that. But not a moment of silence follows as Beca whispers, "I love you too."