Thank you for the kind support with my fanfiction, I'm kinda new to this so I really appreciate it!

98% of this chapter is a flashback and I haven't put it in italics or whatever because I'm a lazy aca-bitch! Enjoy.

In result of mind-numbingly stacking CD's, Beca drifted her attend away from the Adam Lambert CD in her hand and to a certain redhead she'd rather be spending her time with. She tried to contain her raging smile as thoughts of the woman raced through her mind as Luke might think she was a bit of a psycho, smiling at a job that was so tedious.

Beca had been waiting for a text from Chloe all day, but Chloe loved to tease her (in more ways than one) so she would keep Beca hanging there like a puppet on a string until further notice. Beca was sure Chloe would call, she always does. And if she does call, Beca will go running like a servant to its master. But she can't help it. There's something about the gorgeous redhead that she can't refuse. Her eyes maybe, her endearing smile or maybe the way she holds Beca in her arms. Maybe they all add up to the huge package that makes Chloe so tantalisingly good yet so utterly bad for her.

"I'm reading too much into this." Beca thought to herself. So instead of thinking too much about Chloe who causes a dull throbbing to her core, she recalled the first time their sexual arrangement occurred, a couple of months ago.

February 2012

"Incoming!" Beca tore her focus away from mixing songs on her laptop and looked around for the source of the noise; she had her headphones on so the yell must had been pretty loud for her to hear it. Sure enough she saw a large blonde galloping the DJ's way, waving over-excitedly being pursued by a tall busty brunette and a plump black woman who was enjoying the view from behind. Beca groaned at the thought of human contact with her abnormal friends and slipped her headphones off her ears so she looked vaguely entertained by their presence.

"Yo DJ Mitchell," Fat Amy hollered followed by some scratching noises of an imaginary DJ desk. Beca cringed at her friend's entrance and smiled awkwardly as if to warn others she wasn't friends with these people, let alone know them.

"What are you guys doing here?" Beca asked, her voice sounding unintentionally irritated.

"Hello to you too!" Stacie giggled as she and the other two woman took a seat on the grass, encircling Beca.

"No seriously, what are you doing here?" Beca asked this time more sternly as she noticed her friends were making themselves comfortable.

"We have a free period and decided to have lunch with our aca-awesome midget of a friend!" Fat Amy replied smiling.

"Oh fair enough," Beca said, defeated, "Amy would you stop using aca in front of every word. You're not even in an acapella group." She claimed.

"I think you'll find I was in a acapella group back in Tasmania, the only group with teeth." She corrected, showing a cheesy grin exhibiting her pristine teeth. Beca rolled her eyes at Amy's double life and turned her attention to the food Stacie and Cynthia-Rose was already tucking into.

After minutes of munching on food, Stacie shattered the comfortable silence and said "So Beca, what's the deal with you working at the radio station?" She developed her point as Beca furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "I mean it doesn't exactly sound fun. Or do you just go for the eye candy?"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh yeah, are you getting in with that guy who works there, Justin or whoever?" Fat Amy joined in, all three girls staring at the helpless brunette waiting for her to spill the beans.

"His name is Jesse. And I don't know what you're talking about." Beca responded, batting away Amy's teasing remark with a firm shake of the head. And with that Beca was bombarded with a wave of questions about how their secret relationship came about and frequent teasings and compliments on what a nice choice she had made; all woman present not knowing who Beca really had a crush on.

Beca had finally had enough and with her friends blatantly shunning her previous threats, she decided to make them shut up. She scanned the area for anything worthy to throw at them and spotted a ripe untouched tomato from their lunch. Perfect. By this point Amy was dancing around giggling at their newly found secret. Beca's aim wasn't great and a moving target definitely didn't help. But despite that, the small brunette launched the tomato at Amy at a considerable speed. This throw only verified that Beca was a terrible shot as it narrowly missed the Australian, who had only just realised what was happening and flew straight into the path of a tall ginger walking obliviously by.

The incident would of been easily resolved if Beca didn't know the unlucky person who had just been splattered with tomato; making a new acquaintance on the way. But Beca did know the girl. In fact this woman was her philosophy teacher. Instead of apologising, the guilty brunette just sat there gaping at how the tomato had burst against the redhead's body causing a layer of tomato skin and juice to coat her attire. But she couldn't help but think how her teacher still looked attractive even with the tomatoey mess dripping off her startled face.

Slowly Beca realised her fault and got up, dragging her limbs behind her to awkwardly make amends.

"Oh my god Miss Beale, I'm so sorry." Beca cowered as she made her way towards the slender woman.

"That's ok, Beca." She replied trying to wipe off the mess from her clothes, but only making it worse, "I'm sure I've got another top in my bag. No need to worry." She reassured, gripping Beca's wrist causing the younger woman to feel uneasy and slightly turned on at the new found contact. Beca gazed at her wrist and then lustfully into the redhead's calm blue eyes, getting lost in the serenity of them.

"I better go change. I probably smell terrible." Her teacher declared, winking at Beca wickedly, breaking the contact and walked off confidently even though she was covered in tomato remains.

Beca, realising she was still smiling at the wake and memory of her flirtatious teacher, scurried back to her clan of friends.

"Wow you really made a mess of things there Bec!" Cythnia-Rose laughed when Beca returned. The brunette sarcastically laughed at the others attempt at a joke and turned her head to watch Miss Beale walk into an outside toilet to obviously clean up. She bit her lip pondering whether to pursue the woman. She grabbed her litter of bags, headphones and a laptop and told the girls "I'm gonna go apologise to Chloe again," implying not to wait for her; deciding she would follow the woman despite apologising multiple times already.

"Ohh Chloe? On first name bases are we now?" Amy giggled to the others, receiving a unpleasant hand gesture and a mocking expression from Beca.

"You know, I think you really pull of the messy dirty look." Beca commented as she entered the weirdly unlocked bathroom that was occupied only by the person she seeked the most. Chloe who was dabbing water on her stained blouse was completely unfazed by the younger woman's presence, almost pleased in fact. The more water she applied, the clingier and translucent the blouse became which benefitted Beca very much as she could just about see the redhead's bra underneath.

"Well at least someone's enjoying themselves." Chloe replied looking at Beca's reflection in the mirror on the wall by the sinks she was standing at.

"I'm sorry Miss." Beca moped, pouting slightly. Chloe merely shook her head reassuringly.

"You might want to lock the door though, or otherwise some innocent freshman might come walking in." Beca advised smugly trying to avert her gaze from her teacher's chest.

"I think they already have," Chloe said, quirking her eyebrow as if she knew Beca wasn't here to excuse herself again, "lock it then." Beca hurried to the door and turned the lock.

Realising she was fighting a lost cause with the ruined top of hers, Chloe unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off revealing smooth bare skin and her lace bra. Beca coughed innocently, her eyes widening. The noise of her throat clearing made the redhead dart her gaze to Beca's, recognising her eyes were filled with lust. Chloe fumbled around in her bag trying to find another blouse, retrieving it eventually. She slipped on this pale blouse with as much ease as before.

"Let me," the younger woman offered. She clutched hold of the collar, looking deep into Chloe's piercing blue orbs. Beca was expecting the other woman to back away, but to her surprise, she did not. She only tensed as Beca's fingers slowly grazed over the her taut tanned skin. Beca peered deep into Chloe's eyes, looking for some kind of approval of what Beca was thinking of doing next.

Chloe's moan was an excellent voice of approval after Beca leaned in and kissed her with meaning; like she had wanted to do that for a while. It was like the whole world was shut out and it felt like only the two of them remained as their lips locked. The kiss become very heated after that with tongues and teeth clashing, becoming more urgent by the second. Chloe being the oldest, took control not that Beca minded as she was lost in the moment. The redhead hoisted the younger woman up on the counter never parting their mouths.

"I've been wanting to do this for ages," Chloe mumbled against Beca's skin as she started kissing and nibbling on her neck, "ever since you walked in at the start of this year." Beca moaned in agreement running her fingers through Chloe's fiery locks. Chloe took off the brunette's plaid shirt over her head, instantly reattaching their lips together and running her hands up and down Beca's uncovered sides.

After minutes of torturous teasing by skimming her hands around Beca's throbbing core and kissing every inch of skin she could find, Chloe tugged the DJ's jeans off as her moans were merging into needy whines. The redhead rubbed slow circles on Beca's core, moaning at how deliciously wet she felt.

"Please Chloe." Beca begged pushing the older woman's hand further towards her clit.

"Miss Beale," Chloe corrected tutting as she slowly shimmied Beca's underwear around her delicate ankles and started tracing random shapes between her slippery folds, driving Beca crazy. She wasn't in the mood for games. The brunette was biting her lip and had her eyes tightly shut in anticipation. Painfully slowly Chloe inserted two fingers into Beca, knowing it wasn't enough and Beca's pleading moans magnified her theory. Eventually when the novelty had gone of teasing Beca, and Chloe realised she really wanted her high, she fluidly dove her fingers in and out of Beca making her curse and moan loudly. Chloe added to the pleasure by added another digit swiftly and sucked hard on Beca's pulse point, hopefully causing a hickey. The DJ's grip tightened on the redheads shoulder as did the walls encasing Chloe's fingers as Beca got closer and closer to her climax and suddenly let go releasing not only curse-filled moans but fluid down Chloe's working hand.

Beca slowly regained her breathing and her posture as she had slumped herself on Chloe's shoulder after feeling absolutely exhausted with pleasure and content. She sighed happily. Chloe ran her hands under the tap to get rid of the smell Beca and tomatoes as the other woman jumped off the counter pulling up her lower garments.

"So umm, is this going to become a regular thing?" Beca asked pointing between the two of them, intrigued. The other woman hadn't thought of this idea, but she liked it, despite the fact that it was wildly forbidden.

"If you want it to be."

"Yes Miss."

I Hope you liked it. Sorry it was a bit long, I underestimated my writing ability! Please reviews, it means a lot :D