A/N: Hello all! I'm back here with part two of this little world. Chloe's point of view . I hope you all enjoy this! It doesn't go far into the down and dirty, it's just not my forte but I did my best with what I did do.

SIDENOTE: I've had quite a few people request I do a 'jealous Chloe' chapter. People love a jealous Chloe and I'm one of them. So, your patience will pay off because she will make an appearance in an upcoming installment to this universe.

Ch. 2

The loud music pulsed in her ears, making it impossible to hear her own thoughts. She knew, though, if she could hear them, they would all be centered around one thing: Beca. She hadn't taken her eyes off the brunette the entire night on the dance floor. Their sweaty bodies playing off each other to the rhythm of the remix bombarding the crowd.

Watching Beca move, uncharacteristically uninhibited in her dancing, Chloe had to bite her lip to control herself and not just maul her right there on the floor. Chloe continued to watch, feeling the familiar pool of desire flooding through her and deciding it was definitely time to get Beca alone.

She leaned in, still having to shout over the music even close to Beca's ear.

"Ready to go?"

Beca nodded while swiping her hair away from her face and grabbed Chloe's hand. Using her small stature, Beca easily maneuvered them through the crowd.

Chloe was so high on the night and every night with Beca, she kept dancing once they were outside. She spun her girlfriend around and then pulled the laughing girl against her.

She was continually blown away by her relationship with Beca. Each day the once closed off, cynical girl let Chloe see more and more of herself. Sure, she still wasn't the easiest at social situations and still sarcastic as hell, but for the redhead she was different.

She was open.

She was relaxed.

However, now, in the car as Beca drove her towards her apartment, she could see the girl getting lost in her head. She did that sometimes. Chloe wondered where she went when she did that. Anytime she would ask, the girl always gave some vague answer or dismissed it all together as nothing. That was something Chloe wished would change, but she thought she had a good read on her girlfriend to know when to push and when to step back. The night was going so well Chloe decided she didn't want to spoil it.

When she asked Beca to leave the club, Chloe hoped they might take advantage of her empty apartment.

Maybe even…full advantage.

She cast her gaze at the driver as these thoughts came to her. They'd been together for a little while now and lately Chloe had been wondering when they might reach the next step.

Knowing how Beca was, Chloe was determined to let the other girl take the lead. She would never pressure or push her into something before she was ready. Even if Chloe spent a little too much time in her room with Titanium playing, remembering the way song sounded in Beca's voice as the redhead imagined her hand was Beca's. Despite her frustrations, Chloe knew she would wait years if it took that long before Beca was ready.

The car came to a stop and Chloe wasted no time in inviting Beca up at the first opportunity; smiling at the other girl's quick response.

As happened at the end of many of their dates, the two were soon deep in a feverish kissing session. Chloe was over the moon as she was immersed in the taste of Beca. Her hands dancing along Chloe's torso, doing nothing to quell the desire burning within her. She wondered if her girlfriend could feel the heat coursing through her.

She was on fire under Beca's touch. The attentiveness of her girlfriend was on a level Chloe had never experienced in any previous relationship; guy or girl. There was a tenderness that didn't take anything away from the passion. Chloe never wanted it to end.

Except…

There it was.

Chloe felt the change in the other girl. It was hard to describe, but she could sense it when the girl seemed to disappear into her head. Her actions lost some of the passion Chloe had previously been praising in her head and it all became sort of … routine. Normally, Chloe did her best to ignore it, knowing in a few minutes it would pass like it had never happened. But tonight, she just couldn't.

She wanted to know what seemed to pop into the brunette's head every time they were together.

So, against her body's demand to keep going, Chloe pulled back. The surprise evident on Beca's face as Chloe separated. Surprise was quickly replaced by confusion when Chloe asked what was wrong.

"What? Nothing," the girl answered right away; predictably so. The girl went on, "I'm sitting here with my gorgeous girlfriend, why would you think anything's wrong?"

Chloe ran her hand through her hair. The compliment made her heart bloom, but she refused to be deterred from her mission.

She did her best to explain her concerns to Beca. Choosing her words carefully so she could hopefully get her point across without having a negative effect on the girl's confidence. She saw Beca's eyes fall to her hands and knew, despite her efforts, that her girlfriend was becoming self-conscious so she gently covered one of those hands with her own to encourage her.

"It's just…ok, how many people have…"

Chloe's brows lifted as she heard the beginning of the question. Beca stopped, obviously rethinking it. Had she been about to ask what Chloe thought she was? Why would she want to know that? Chloe certainly had no desire to know how many people Beca had been with. It wasn't important to her, but clearly it mattered to Beca.

Chloe wasn't ashamed.

If Beca really needed to know, she would share; Chloe had nothing to hide.

"Chloe," Beca started again, "our, um, experience levels are probably pretty different. It makes me nervous, ok?"

Chloe chuckled. She couldn't help it. She hadn't realized Beca would be so worried about comparing their experiences.

"Is that really what you've been so worried about?"

"Well, yeah."

Chloe grinned and patted the back of Beca's hand.

"First of all," she began hoping to ease her concern, "I haven't exactly been all around. I've only been with a few people. It's no big deal."

Four people, to be exact. Two guys and two girls. Her meet ups with Tom came to be after a frustrating year following a break up with her last girlfriend. He was nice enough, but neither were wanting much more than a physical release at the time.

"Well, even just once means it's more than me."

Beca's confession to a second to really sink in. It sounded like she was saying…

"Oh," Chloe voiced, "You mean… you've never?"

Well, Chloe hadn't been expecting that.

Not that she thought Beca was the sleep around type or anything; it was just surprising that someone as amazing as her had never met someone who could see how wonderful she was. Chloe was pulled from this train of thought as Beca started rambling on about ruining the moment.

As cute as the redhead found it when the other girl would go on and on like that, she stopped her before she could get too self-deprecating and runaway. To ease her girlfriend's concerns, Chloe made her own confession. She admitted to Beca that, yes, she thought about it too.

That she was nervous, too. Her first time with Beca would be like her first time all over again; even more so. It would mean more than every other encounter she'd had put together. Because it would be with Beca. Her Beca.

To Chloe's surprise, just seconds after assuring Beca that there was no hurry, the girl had surged forward into her arms and crushed against her lips. Even though she reacted automatically, it still took her mind a moment to completely understand. This wasn't just any kiss. This was more than a kiss; this was a kiss that would lead to…

"Are you sure?" Chloe asked breathlessly as she looked deep into Beca's eyes.

The girl nodded without hesitation, "I just might need some…coaching."

Chloe smiled and led Beca into the bedroom. With the promise to go slow, she sat the girl on the edge of the mattress.

With a caring kiss, she carefully guided her girlfriend to lay back, making sure she was ready. Taking the first step, Chloe settled over Beca, careful of where her weight sat on the smaller girl, and searched her for any sign of discomfort. Seeing none, Chloe leaned down to give her another gentle kiss before sitting back and removing her shirt.

She paused, not wanting to push too much too fast, and waited for Beca to let her know she was ready to keep going. She could swear she felt the heat from Beca's eyes trailing over her.

"Can I touch you?"

Beca's whispered request sent a flush of affection through the redhead. Even after they'd established their intentions and let it be known what they were doing, Beca still asked for Chloe's permission. Of course, she granted it.

Soon after she agreed, she felt Beca's trembling hands coast over her skin. Starting at her stomach and gliding up, making Chloe's abdomen tense up at her touch. Her hands traveled up, dusting over the fabric of her bra, then over her shoulders and down her back.

Chloe controlled her breathing as Beca's touch danced over her. As the fingers reached the clasp of her bra, Beca's eyes zeroed in on Chloe's. Another silent request being asked. Chloe answered by leaning down and meeting her lips again.

Whispering against her skin, "Go ahead."

She did. The hands on her back fidgeted a few moments, eliciting a nervous chuckle from Beca, before they finally worked it free. Chloe slid it off her shoulders and tossed it aside blindly into the room. She moved her hands to grab Beca's and moved them around to place them over her now exposed breasts and gave her another sensual kiss.

She felt Beca's breath hitch into her mouth once her hands encountered the soft flesh. Chloe smiled at the reaction and continued to kiss her as she felt Beca begin to take the initiative and slowly began to move her hands to knead softly. Chloe felt her desire begin to burn and whispered to Beca, coaching her as requested.

"Kiss them."

She felt Beca move to do just that and let out a shuddering breath as she felt the other girl's lips press carefully against her burning skin; first on one side, then the other. The brunette looked up at her and asked, "Was that ok?"

"Oh yeah," she assured, then spoke as her she felt her breaths getting heavy, "Take off your shirt."

Chloe leaned back and helped Beca as she hurried to comply; her bra soon following Chloe's out into the abyss of the shadowed bedroom.

Chloe marveled at the topless girl beneath her. She could see the nervousness in Beca's face as she lay exposed to her. Quick to beat it back she spoke her thoughts out loud.

"God, you're beautiful," she told her and leaned down once more.

This time she placed her lips along Beca's jaw trailing downward over her neck, collarbone and down to her chest. She felt Beca jolt, a quiet gasp leaving her throat, as Chloe gave special attention to her nipple.

"Oh," Beca voiced, surprised by the new sensation, "Shit.

Chloe grinned, proud of herself for getting such a response, before switching to the other one to even it up. She could feel Beca writhing beneath her at her attentions.

"You like that?" Chloe asked, pressing a soft kiss to the center of her chest.

"Uh-huh," Beca nodded, unable to speak more than that.

"Then you're going to love this." Chloe continued to trail warm kisses down Beca's quivering stomach until she got to the waist of her jeans. Her fingers made quick work of the button and started to unzip them when Beca's hand suddenly grabbed hers; effectively stopping her from going further. For a worried moment, Chloe thought she'd gone too far.

"Wait," Beca said, already breathing heavy, "What about you? Shouldn't I...?"

Chloe smiled up at her, "Later," she told her, "This is for you."

Feeling Beca's hand loosen on her own, Chloe finished unzipping the jeans all the way. Double checking with Beca once more.

"Sure, you're ready?"

"Yes," she answered and nodded, "Yes."

Encouraged by her girlfriend, Chloe worked to pull her pants down, feeling Beca assist with a lift of her hips to allow her to do so. Once they were gone, Chloe took her time to run her hands up her bare legs, admiring every inch of skin before getting back up to the band of her underwear. The heat coming off the girl under her was enough to drive Chloe mad. As promised, however, she controlled her tightly wound desire and went slow.

The next morning, Chloe woke up still blissfully wrapped around Beca just as she'd been when she fell asleep. The previous night was everything she could've wished it to be. She could live in the sounds Beca made beneath her; in the touch of her hands over her bare skin.

She knew Beca had wanted to return the favor, as it were, but it became clear that would come another night. As Chloe expected from the intensity of the other girl's responses, she'd fallen asleep soon after and still hadn't woken up. From the looks of it, Beca hadn't even moved in her sleep. The redhead had no doubts that her stamina would increase with …practice.

The thought of repeating the night with Beca filled her chest and it was all she could do not to squeeze the girl in her arms until she woke up just so she could look in her eyes.

Instead, she took care to unwrap her arms without disturbing her. She held her breath when Beca moved around a bit, releasing it when Beca settled back into the pillow and let out a sigh without ever waking.

She remained still for another moment just to be safe. Her eyes roamed over Beca's sleeping form, drinking in the rare sight of her stillness. She learned quickly that the girl was never still while awake. Even when she was just sitting there, for all appearances doing nothing, she was always moving.

Tapping her foot or moving her fingers along to some song only she could hear. To Chloe, Beca was a living embodiment of music, and that was one of the things she loved about her. She smiled to herself before quietly sliding off the opposite side of the bed.

Taking a few seconds to get out some comfortable clothes for herself as well as laying some out for Beca to put on once she woke, she made her way to the kitchen.

Humming to herself, Chloe started making breakfast for the two of them. She tried not to get carried away in her thoughts, but really, she just couldn't help it as her imagination took on a life of its own. A wonderful life at that.

She was picturing more mornings like this one.

Beca sleeping in their bed instead of her bed.

Some days getting up early and making her breakfast; others just lying beside her with no reason to leave.

It was everything she wanted.

She'd known her feelings for Beca had been growing since that first meeting; lately she'd been dancing on the edge of naming that feeling. But there was no denying it anymore the moment she'd opened her eyes next to Beca that morning.

Chloe knew she wouldn't be saying it to her right then. Beca had made leaps and bounds in her emotional maturity, but she still worried about scaring her off by moving too fast. On the other hand, their relationship had taken a huge step last night and Beca had said declared that everything felt different. Maybe this was one of those things that had changed, maybe that meant Beca was there too.

Like most things in their relationship, Chloe would allow an easy pace at Beca's lead.

Well, to a reasonable degree anyway.

Until then, she would continue to be happy just knowing how she felt for herself.

It wouldn't stop her from imagining it though. The moment she would tell Beca that she loved her and, hopefully, the moment she would hear Beca say it back.

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