Author's Note: This is literally fourteen pages of pure smut, guys, so buckle up. And, Jesus, I really didn't expect this much of a response to this story, so, again, I say, thank you! Seriously. And please review some more. ; )

"Relax," Aubrey whispers, sitting beside Beca on the bed, and it's barely a second later that Aubrey's fingers sweep Beca's hair behind her ear with tenderness that Beca's never really been on the receiving end of before. And, okay, it actually does calm her down a little, too, even if her stomach buzzes wildly in reply to the gesture. "It's going to be aca-amazing," Aubrey grins. "Don't worry, okay? We're going take care of you, Beca."

"Mm," Chloe hums her agreement, propping herself at Beca's other side. "We," she whispers a kiss over Beca's cheek, "are going to such good care of you, Becs," she echoes the promise softly, but there's something deeper in her tone that definitely makes it suggestive, too.

"Wait," Beca frowns, and scoots away from Chloe a little to be able to see her better, and that puts Beca's back pretty solidly against Aubrey's front, because, yeah, they're all sitting really close together, and Chloe and Aubrey are positioned inward to face both Beca and each other. But Aubrey's arm circles around Beca's waist, and her thumb dips under the edge of her shirt, brushing strokes of heat beneath Beca's belly button, and fuck if that isn't distracting, so Beca has to take a second. But Beca remembers that she was making a point, and catches the pout that she'd unintentionally put on Chloe's face, so, in an effort to soothe it away, she repeats, "Wait. No. I mean, yes, but no," Beca insists, and she trifles her fingers through her hair. "I want – I want you, too," she tries. "This isn't just me. I mean, right?" Beca inquires anxiously, but doesn't wait for an answer from either of them. "This is… us. All of us," she finishes uncertainly, and Beca thinks that maybe she's said something right, because Chloe smiles, and swallows, and her eyes tear up a little.

And then Chloe nods, takes Beca's hand in her own, and says softly, with a tiny little crack in her voice, "You're right, Becs. It's us."

"All of us," Aubrey resonates quietly in Beca's ear. "But," she adds, and Beca bites her lip, because Aubrey curves her hair over her shoulder and leans forward, somehow finding the most sensitive place on Beca's neck that Beca never even knew she fucking had and flicks her tongue against it, and Beca's canines carve into her lip until it actually bleeds, "Chloe and I," Aubrey murmurs, lips tripping over Beca's flesh, "have been together before. And tonight," Aubrey drags her teeth over the muscle that stretches between Beca's neck and shoulder, "we want you, Beca."

"Okay," Beca shudders out a breath and nods, "but," and Beca needs more contact from them, more contact that's a little less sexual, because this is important, and Beca needs them to understand what she means. So Beca reaches back to lift Aubrey's cheek to rest against her own, and reaches her opposite hand out to palm Chloe's jaw, gently tugging the redhead closer until her forehead leans a liitle against Beca's, "I want to learn you. Both of you," she says softly, and, okay, maybe the wording is a little weird for Beca, but it's the best way that she can think to explain what she needs – and, God, she means it – so she's trying so hard to make sure that sincerity backs up her words, but she can feel Aubrey against her back and Chloe's somehow inching closer to her front, and the feeling of being sandwiched between them is heady and heated and dizzying, so Beca thinks her voice might just sound like sex.

"I'm sure we can make that happen, Becs," Chloe winks, and her nose strokes upward against Beca's like a breeze that's barely even there, and then Chloe's eyes are hooded, and she murmurs, "We're gonna kiss now, okay?"

And Beca hears (and feels) Aubrey chuckle against her ear, so she knows that Aubrey's there, but it still surprises her when, right after Beca's lips connect with Chloe's, Aubrey's lips are connecting with Beca's flesh, too, and sliding openmouthed kisses up the column of her throat. But Beca tries to focus, because, okay, this is Beca's first kiss with Chloe, and while Chloe had been a little distracting during Beca's first kiss with Aubrey, she hadn't done anything like this. And Beca so isn't about to be tricked into forgetting this same experience with Chloe because of Aubrey and her stupid feminine wiles, so Beca regroups and throws everything she fucking has into kissing Chloe Beale.

And, fuck, kissing Chloe is like kissing the sun, because it's warm on first contact, and it burns with heat upon prolonged exposure, and Beca's skin even feels like it's burning, too, but it feels so fucking good that she just can't go inside, or pull away, or… whatever. Beca's metaphor is starting to confuse her, and it's taking up concentration that Beca desperately needs, so it just needs to stop right there.

So Beca refocuses, and kisses back. She dips her tongue into Chloe's mouth, and feels Aubrey's breath stagger across her ear when Beca's hand sweeps up the length of Chloe's covered torso to cradle her ribs. But Chloe's apparently not satisfied with that, like, at all, and shuffles up onto both of her knees, leaning harder into Beca, and Beca, in turn, has to lean harder against Aubrey, who crafts a tiny little whimpering noise into Beca's hair that sounds an awful lot like need to Beca, and she's pretty sure that it's her undoing.

At least, she was pretty sure, until Chloe covers Beca's roaming palm with her own and inches it upward until both of their hands are linked over Chloe's breast, and Beca thinks maybe that's her undoing, instead. But Beca also thinks that Chloe's probably going to tighten their grip soon, so Beca beats her to it, hugging the soft flesh over Chloe's shirt and bra with gentle, humble fingers, and Chloe moans and breaks away, tipping her head back with not-at-all-suppressed delight.

And Beca swallows hard, because, yeah, Chloe Beale is fucking gorgeous. But Beca almost can't look at her right now without exploding (because, Beca thinks, hi, Icarus, I think we're going to be meeting up soon, I'm flying pretty fucking close to the sun, myself – and Beca damns her father for imparting any knowledge of literature upon her at all, because this is so not the time), so Beca turns her face so that her nose tucks against Aubrey's cheek and she breathes hard while Aubrey eases off a little, delicately folding a kiss over Beca's forehead, like, yeah, Beca, take a minute. We love you.

And that gesture takes whatever breath that Beca had managed to get back right away again, so Beca laughs, husky and incredulous, "Fuck, I think you're going to kill me."

But Beca's not really talking to either of them. Or, actually, she's talking to both of them, but she's lucky that they figure that out before Beca does, because Chloe's suddenly smiling mischievously and batting Beca's hand away from her chest, and Beca frowns, because, dude, why can't she touch Chloe anymore? And, okay, maybe Beca pouts a little, but Chloe winks at her, so Beca tempers her expression to a frown as she watches. And Aubrey's watching Chloe, too, her chin weighing lightly against Beca's shoulder, and Chloe just whips her shirt over her head like it was never meant to fucking be there in the first place, and Beca definitely can't breathe.

Her vision is clouded with freckled skin and black lace, so Beca is a little mesmerized when she stretches out her hand to trail her fingers over Chloe's stomach, and the flesh gives soft and easy beneath Beca's fingertips. Chloe releases a strangled gasp when Beca's index finger drags slowly against the line of muscle that frames her abs, and Beca's eyes dart up just in time to watch Chloe's eyes fall shut and her lips pull back together, and, fuck, Chloe's stunning like this, and Beca wants to see so much more.

But Beca whirls her head to face Aubrey, unintentionally dislodging the blonde from Beca's shoulder, and she demands, "You too," and shoots forward to kiss Aubrey, hot and fast and hard, and like it's Beca's last fucking kiss in this world, but when Aubrey moans and starts to tease Beca's mouth with her tongue, Beca withdraws and denies her, and shakes her head. "I want yours off, too," she orders on a whisper, and she doesn't care, because she wants to see them both. Because, okay, yeah, they're going to date – but this still doesn't feel real, and even if it isn't, Beca wants all of it.

But Aubrey lifts her chin like she's considering the option of denying Beca, now, and Beca is so many different kinds of not okay with that idea. So she twists around to put her back to Chloe, instead, and Chloe's hands move quickly to reach around Beca and latch onto her thighs, and Beca feels blanketed in warmth for just a second before her arms surge forward, effectively shoving Aubrey against the bed, while the blonde raises her feet to lay herself fully across the mattress. And Beca climbs over her to straddle Aubrey's legs, but she's interrupted from doing more, because now Chloe's scrambling to straddle Aubrey's knees, and she has something to say about this.

"Oh my God," Chloe breathes into Beca's neck, and Beca starts to think that maybe it's Chloe's go-to response whenever Aubrey and Beca interact with this kind of intimacy. But then Chloe speaks again, and it's raw and primal in Beca's ear, so Beca pays attention (like she has a fucking choice, she scoffs to herself), "Look at her, Beca…"

And Beca already is looking, but, okay, yeah, she can see what Chloe sees. But maybe she doesn't, because Beca sees Aubrey's sexy, tangled hair fanning across the white pillowcase and her darkened eyes tracking Beca and Chloe's every movement, and Beca sees Aubrey's famed composure falling to pieces all around them, and it's beautiful – Aubrey is just fucking beautiful – but Chloe keeps speaking, and Beca sees something else.

"You take away her control, Beca," Chloe tells her softly, and Beca sees that, now, too. Yeah, that control is definitely gone, because Aubrey's cheeks are glowing pink and she's lying compliantly atop the sheets, panting just a little with her hands beside her ears like surrender. But Beca doesn't know if that's actually a good thing, because Aubrey really likes her control, so maybe Beca shouldn't have shoved her against the bed. But Beca needed to see more of her – still needs to see more of her, and soon – and she'd been pretty desperate to make that happen.

"Don't," Aubrey swallows, like, okay, yeah, she knows what Beca's thinking, but, "Don't. It's… God, Beca, it feels so good," Aubrey confesses vulnerably, and Beca thinks, yeah, that kind of makes sense, too, because Aubrey must need to feel that loss of control sometimes, right?

"I can't do it," Chloe husks in Beca's ear, but her voice sounds like she really, really likes watching Beca do it, though. "I can't take it away from her," Chloe says, and Beca knows this is a serious conversation, but they were doing things, and Beca's eager to get back to them, so she shifts restlessly atop Aubrey's thighs and exchanges an impatient glance with the equally impatient blonde. But hearing Chloe talk is also such a turn on in its own right, so Beca feels conflicted and waits for Chloe to finish. "But it's so," Chloe nibbles on the lobe of Beca's ear and moans out, "so sexy to see it happen. And to see you need her so badly that you just strip it away without even thinking about it… Oh my God, Beca… You have no idea," Chloe manages finally.

And Beca warms, because, fuck, Chloe's super turned on, too, and Beca loves so much that she played a part in that.

But Beca thinks she needs to be careful about how much control she takes away from Aubrey, especially if Aubrey doesn't usually do this, because, okay, this is important. Aubrey's putting some serious faith in Beca, here, and Beca can't disappoint her. She has to do this right.

So Beca takes a deep breath, and moves her fingers, swift and sure, to the edge of Aubrey's top, and she purposefully doesn't ask if she can lift it. She purposefully avoids Aubrey's gaze to keep from asking permission with her eyes, too. But when she does lift it, Beca does it slowly, reverently inching the material upward to deliberately reveal the length of Aubrey's tanned, toned stomach, and Beca can't help but to lean down and land a kiss against her ribs when Aubrey shifts upward a little to give Beca room to remove it.

And maybe Beca's tongue dips out to catch her first taste of Aubrey's skin, too, so Aubrey sighs softly and Beca feels her stomach clench. Beca isn't sure why, but she thinks for a second that Aubrey tastes like mountains. But the thought is only there for a second, because, fuck, Aubrey's got lace, too, Beca discovers when she raises the rest of the shirt over Aubrey's head and throws it somewhere that's immediately forgotten – lace like Chloe's, only red, and Beca thinks they both look so fucking good in it.

So Beca curls her fingers over Aubrey's waist and bites sharply into the flesh above her hip as she works her lips down from Aubrey's ribs, skimming her tongue against the flesh in her mouth, and Beca's sure it'll leave a mark. And, okay, yeah, Beca's pretty fucking proud of that. But she's much prouder when Aubrey throws her head back and moans loud in reply, and Chloe's lips vibrate against Beca's neck with a sexy noise, too, so Beca sweeps her direction to the right to pop the button of Aubrey's jeans open with her teeth, glancing up for Aubrey's reaction before she does it, and Aubrey looks fucking predatory, but she doesn't move an inch.

Beca hears Aubrey hiss in a breath when Beca's chin digs into the seam of her pants as the clasp pulls apart, and Beca really wants to reveal the rest of Aubrey's matching panties, because she can see the crimson material peeking out tauntingly from beneath the blonde's still-fastened zipper, but Chloe impedes Beca by tracking a hand through her hair.

Beca mewls out an embarrassingly affectionate noise and leans into the touch like she can't fucking help it (and Beca actually knows that she really can't), but Chloe's touch is gentle and sweet, and she's rhythmically carding the strands of Beca's hair through her trembling fingers, so Beca sighs helplessly and just keeps making that stupid fucking noise.

"Beca," Chloe whispers out her name, and Beca thinks it's fucking sexy as hell, so she forgets what was trying to do, and only remembers it for a second when Aubrey sighs this soft little wanting sound beneath her like she needs more, but Aubrey brightens a moment later when Chloe whines, "please," and Beca isn't sure what she's asking for, so she turns her head over her shoulder to frown at the redhead, whose fingers tighten desperately (and kind of painfully, but, fuck, it feels good) in Beca's hair, "I want to see you."

And Beca feels Aubrey's fingers dart up the buttons of Beca's flannel shirt without any hesitation at all, so she knows that the blonde wants that, too. So Beca sits up straight again, but then Aubrey's fingers are at the top of Beca's shirt, and the blonde is tracing the pads of them back down through the widened gap that her shirt had created, exposing a strip of bare skin with a plain black bra because, fuck, Beca hadn't been prepared for this like Aubrey and Chloe were. But Aubrey's fingers are brushing down the valley between Beca's breasts like she's the fucking Statue of David or something, and Beca bites her lip, because it's already been decided that, no, Beca isn't all that secure, and now there are two unbelievably attractive women tearing Beca apart with their eyes.

But Chloe's impatient and sweeping the lapels of Beca's shirt over her shoulders, and, for a second, all Beca can think is holy fuck, none of them have shirts on, and, holy fuck, this is happening. But then Beca's disoriented, because Chloe's pushing her this time, away from Aubrey, landing Beca with her back against the bed and her hair a mess that she can feel around her ears, and Aubrey's leaning up on her elbow to keep her gaze honed on Beca's newly revealed flesh.

Beca wants to squirm under the raw intensity of that emerald stare, but she doesn't even have time, because Chloe abruptly shuffles from the bed and strips off her jeans just as quickly as she'd divested of her shirt, and Beca feels captivated by the expanse of her legs. And, fuck, yeah, Chloe's got a matching fucking set, too, because her panties are black and lacy and hot against all that naked skin, and Beca wants to appreciate it some more. Beca wants to appreciate it, like, all the fucking time. But then Chloe's crawling over top of her like some chick in a music video that shouldn't even be real, and Beca's breath catches in her throat, only to puff out raggedly when Aubrey's lips close gently over Beca's shoulder.

"You're so pretty, Becs," Chloe whimpers, the warmth of her breath splashing over Beca's mouth, and it's almost too hot – Beca's almost too hot – but it tastes sweet like fucking cotton candy or something, and Beca thinks it's mouthwatering. "God, Bree, I can't even – "

And whatever Chloe can't do, she can't seem to say, either, because she looks helplessly at Aubrey, whose fingers coil soothingly into Chloe's flaming curls, turning Chloe's face until her cheek is against Beca's nose, instead, and Aubrey nods. "I know. She's a fucking vision," Aubrey murmurs, and the muscles in her arm ripple deliciously as she arches upward to lock a kiss over Chloe's mouth.

And Beca gets it now – gets Chloe's assertion now – because, okay, they're kind of talking about Beca like she's not here, but Beca is, and Chloe's fingers are tightening over Beca's shoulders, like, God, she definitely remembers Beca's there, and when Beca catches sight of two pink tongues curling together no more than an inch away from Beca's face, the only words that Beca can think to breathe are, "Oh my God."

Because, yeah, they're that fucking hot, and, for a moment, Beca can't believe that this is the first time she's actually seeing Chloe and Aubrey touch beyond a comforting clasp of hands. But their lips whisper affection into each other's mouths, and Beca can't even bring herself to feel even a little excluded at all, because the fingers of Aubrey's opposite hand, still on the bed, are toying with the ends of Beca's hair like Aubrey needs to be touching Beca, somehow, too, and Chloe's chest is brushing teasingly against Beca's as her back bows down low, so Beca lifts her palms to hug Chloe's hips, fingers bunching against the scant material of Chloe's underwear while she watches them meld together above her.

"Fuck," Beca mumbles, because Aubrey's palm drifts through the threads of Chloe's hair until she's cradling the dip of Chloe's bare lower back, and the contrast of their skin is fucking with Beca in ways she really never anticipated. And Beca thinks that touch is promising and seductive and wanting all at once.

So Beca cranes her neck upward and flexes her lips over Chloe's jaw, and she can hear Chloe rake in a gasp before she and Aubrey suddenly aren't kissing anymore, and Aubrey folds her mouth lovingly over Chloe's cheek. But then Chloe is sitting up straight, and breathily announcing, "More. I need to see more of you, Becs. Please."

And Beca thinks that Chloe could shove a pistol into Beca's palm and say please like that again, and Beca would nod and fire a bullet straight through her own mouth, so she knows she's fucking finished. So Beca swallows, nods, and somehow manages to grate out a noise that barely resembles, "Okay," from the back of her throat.

And Beca doesn't get to feel anxious about Chloe's fingers working at the clasp of her jeans, because then Aubrey's lips are on Beca's, slow, but demanding, and she's whispering something hot into Beca's mouth that Beca has to seriously focus on to catch, "Chloe's eager to fuck you, Beca."

Shit, Beca thinks, because, okay, yeah, the idea is hot, too, but the crude words parting from Aubrey's lips are more pressing right now, and Beca can't remember ever being so turned on.

"And she's going to," Aubrey declares, dragging her teeth over Beca's bottom lip, and Beca's pretty sure that a choked moan escapes her before Aubrey speaks again. "We are going to fuck you, Beca. And we want to hear you," she says, and Beca thinks she might come just from Aubrey's words, and the transcendently erotic tone that she's voicing them with. "We want to hear every," Aubrey's tongue flutters softly against the roof of Beca's mouth, "single," she flits a kiss over Beca's chin, "sound," Aubrey murmurs, and Beca feels a kiss against the line of her jaw as she almost absently raises her hips to help Chloe lower her jeans down her legs, carrying Beca's simple black boyshorts along for the ride, and Beca hardly notices.

"And we want you to scream, Beca," Aubrey finishes steadily, but it's barely more than a whisper in Beca's ear before Aubrey's tongue is tracing along the shell of it.

And Beca's pretty sure that she would have expected the dirty talk from Chloe (not that her expectation could have prepared her for it, anyway), but that it's coming from Aubrey – that Aubrey is flaming this filth into Beca's ear… That's really fucking with Beca. So when Aubrey's hand lowers to dance patterns over Beca's hip, Beca thinks she might actually die from overstimulation, even though Beca's pretty sure that isn't actually a thing; or that, if it is, it can't actually kill you.

But then Chloe's leaning forward again, her center heating feverishly against Beca's stomach, even through the fabric of her underwear, and her lips traipse over Beca's opposite ear as she speaks softly, like it's supposed to be innocent, but it so isn't, "We want to watch you fall apart, Becs."

And she knows that Aubrey can hear, too, because she susurrates low on the other side, "Do you have any idea," and there's a harsh nip on the lobe of Beca's ear, and the cry that Beca lets out is loud in the otherwise quiet room, but Chloe hisses like Beca's noise is doing something to her, and Aubrey moans something soft and needy, too, so Beca can't feel embarrassed about it, like, at all, "how often we've thought about this?"

"Jesus fucking Christ, then do something about it," Beca snarls out finally, because, God, no, she didn't have any fucking idea until tonight that this had occurred to them at all, but now she's imagining them together, naked and damp and flushed, getting each other off with thoughts of Beca in their heads and tripping off their lips, and that makes Beca want.

And she isn't the only one who wants, now, either, because Aubrey bites down hard on the soft flesh beneath Beca's ear, and Beca feels her back rise off the bed instinctively, and somehow Chloe's swift enough to trap a hand beneath Beca's back. And Beca barely has time to think before the clasp of her bra is snapping apart, and each of them are lowering a strap down Beca's arms until she's completely bare before them.

Chloe and Aubrey barely exchange a heated glance before Aubrey's fingers rise to unclip Chloe's bra, too, and Chloe shakes it off impatiently, shifting her legs so that she can straddle one of Beca's thighs. Beca wants to marvel at the exposed flesh of Chloe's breasts, because they're full and a little freckled, and fucking gorgeous, but she only gets to look for a second, because then Beca's frowning and turning her head. Because Aubrey's standing up now, and Beca wants to know where the fuck she's going, but Aubrey just lifts her brow and smirks a little as she tugs against the zipper of her jeans.

"Oh," Beca realizes gracelessly, and flushes as Aubrey lowers the denim over long, lean legs, and Beca just watches, because, okay, Aubrey's pretty fucking incredible, too.

But then Beca moans, because Chloe's just skipped over any sort of descent down Beca's chest at all and her lips are closing right over Beca's breast, tongue swirling mutedly over Beca's hardened nipple, so Beca darts her hand up to roughly tangle her fingers in the cloud of red that's hovering above her.

But Beca peeks up a second later and realizes that she can't take her eyes off Aubrey again, because she did that for, like, a second just now, and she somehow missed the removal of Aubrey's bra, and, fuck, Beca has to take a minute to promise herself that she'll pay closer attention next time. But now Beca watches closely, because Aubrey's fingers are hooking into the band of her panties, and she's shimmying out of them tauntingly slow, like she's a seasoned fucking stripper or something, and Beca can't do anything but swallow as the material glides down her legs.

"So fucking sexy," Beca murmurs hoarsely, and Chloe hums against her flesh in what Beca assumes is agreement before she scrapes her teeth across Beca's nipple until she arches up and hisses.

Aubrey settles back on the bed, and she (politely, Beca mentally snorts) whispers, "Thank you," against Beca's cheek as a reward for her compliment, and Aubrey cradles it in the palm of her hand, tipping Beca's head to face her.

But Beca doesn't let her decide to do it; Beca, despite being restricted by Chloe's weight atop her, launches forward and claims Aubrey's mouth as her own, cornering Aubrey's tongue in the blonde's mouth until she feels a groan buzz deliciously against her lips.

"I want," Beca tries, but is seriously lacking oxygen, and Chloe's mouth is working magic over Beca's breast, so Beca inhales and starts again, "I want you to touch Chloe."

And some guttural noise falls from Chloe's mouth as Beca's nipple does, too, but it sounds like surprise and desperation, so Beca thinks she said something right – especially when Aubrey mutters back, "I'll touch Chloe," she nibbles against Beca's bottom lip, "when Chloe touches you, Beca."

And, seriously, as far as stipulations go, Beca's heard much worse ones. And Chloe's apparently game for that, too, because her lips latch onto Beca's neck, and the redhead's thigh rises to make first contact with Beca's core, so Beca raises her hips and acquiesces instantly, moaning not at all softly, because, fuck, she really thinks she could get off from just a few more repeats of that, and she doesn't want to.

So she's relieved when Chloe's nails scrape roughly up the length of her thighs and her fingers dance inward, and Chloe shuffles the back of her knuckles over her own thigh so that she can touch Beca where she really fucking needs it, and, without any other warning at all, Chloe circles her forefinger around Beca's clit. And Beca hears herself pant, but mostly she hears the blood rushing and pounding and whirring through her head, and, fuck it all, Beca thinks she's definitely, actually dying right now.

"Fuck," Chloe gasps, and Beca feels the ginger's eyelashes flutter against her neck, but Beca's still struggling to see past the fucking black clouds that are overwhelming her vision. "Bree," Chloe whines, "she's so wet for us."

And Aubrey bites her lip, like she totally wants first-hand knowledge, but Beca fights through her devastating arousal and raises her brows expectantly until Aubrey's fingertips flutter down the length of Chloe's stomach to fulfill her promise, and Chloe shifts her hips eagerly, just enough to give Aubrey room to work.

Beca watches as Aubrey sits up a little and fastens her teeth over Chloe's shoulder, her hands deliberately tracking over the material of the ginger's (somehow still present) black panties, before Aubrey palms roughly against it, and even though her hips don't move, Chloe's breasts press firmly into Beca's as she sighs hard relief over Beca's collar. But Chloe keeps her pace over Beca's clit, so Beca groans her appreciation and combs her fingers through Chloe's hair.

And Beca's still watching when, a moment later, Aubrey's fingers sweep Chloe's panties to the side, and Beca hears Aubrey whimper, "Chloe," and Beca thinks that sounds almost as sexy as when Aubrey says Beca's name. And she knows that Aubrey must be doing something really good for the redhead, now, even if Beca can't see it, because Chloe's fingers still and her teeth dig sharply into Beca's neck. And, okay, Beca's glad that Chloe's being looked after, too, but she almost wants to fucking weep, because why isn't she moving?

So Beca tries to wait, but she's so far beyond patience right now that even the word is a fucking joke, so she slopes her hips up for emphasis, and ominously demands, "Damn it, Chloe, don't stop."

Chloe exhales a breathy moan over Beca's neck but nods like, give me a minute, Becs, and her curly hair tickles beneath Beca's jaw, but Beca's edgy and needy and she fucking wants it, like, yesterday, so she throws her head back with frustration and almost sobs.

"Chloe," Aubrey breathes hotly, and Beca thinks suddenly that, fuck, Aubrey must need some relief, because Beca's definitely desperate, and she knows that Chloe is, too, but Beca can't reach the blonde right now, so she vows to take care of Aubrey as soon as the opportunity arises, "if you stop, I will, too," Aubrey delivers the challenge with a calmness that Beca knows isn't there, because she can see Aubrey's eyes now, and they're honing in on Beca and fucking wild with need.

But Chloe treats that threat like it's fucking dangerous, and swiftly drags her fingers lower, the tip of a single digit sliding hot and fast into Beca's soaking center, and Beca thinks that maybe Chloe moans louder than she does, but Beca doesn't care, because that feels so fucking good. And Chloe presses her forehead over Beca's heart as she slips in further until she's knuckle deep inside of Beca, and Beca's fingers flex tensely into Chloe's hair. And Chloe somehow manages to rasp out, "Bree, she's so fucking tight."

"How long has it been, Beca?" Aubrey inquires darkly, and her voice sounds like fucking gravel, but Beca doesn't think she can seriously expect an answer right now, because Aubrey twists her fingers hard inside of Chloe and Beca can tell that it's just right, because Chloe frantically works a second finger inside of Beca and thrusts quick and rough, and like she fucking knows that Aubrey won't let her come until Beca does. And Beca knows that Chloe needs so badly for that to happen. "How long has it been since someone's touched you? Since someone's fucked you, Beca?"

And, oh, Aubrey does expect an answer? Yeah, no, that's not happening. Because Chloe's thumb mashes hard against Beca's clit, and Beca quickly discovers that talking is definitely a no-go, because her lips part for a scream as her head throws back, but sound never happens.

"God, you're both so sexy," Aubrey whispers, like her voice can't possibly reach a higher decibel, and Beca thinks that maybe Aubrey's figured out that her previous line of questioning was a lost fucking cause, but Beca's eyes are clamped to a firm close, so she can't see the reverent look on Aubrey's face. And she definitely can't see Aubrey's palm connecting with Chloe's clit, either.

But Beca can hear; fuck, she can hear, because Chloe sighs yearningly and her lips touch softly on Beca's flesh before she senselessly pleads, "Beca. Beca, come for us. Come for me. God, please, Becs."

And three of Chloe's fingers shove inside Beca, and she actually, literally screams, "Fuck!" Because, yeah, Beca is coming, now, harder than she ever has in her entire fucking life, but Chloe starts to tremble above her, so Beca forces her eyes to open in spite of the stars or fireworks or fucking strobe lights or whatever that flash in front of Beca's eyes like they fucking want her to miss this, and Beca refuses to let that happen.

But when Beca finally snaps her lids apart, she finds Aubrey's eyes, first, and they're practically fucking black. And Beca realizes that she can't actually see Chloe, because the redhead's teeth are latched onto Beca's neck, and they aren't letting go. But Beca knows – she knows Chloe's so fucking close, so she rakes her hand through Chloe's hair again and all but wrenches, crashing her mouth unforgivingly over Chloe's and biting the ginger's lip like maybe it'll throw her over the fucking edge, and Chloe inhales so hard that it makes a whooshing sound that draws cold over Beca's face and dries out her tongue. And Aubrey's watching them closely, definitely desperate, now, because her lips are parted and she's panting deep and rough, but then Chloe's releasing this long, loud moan that Beca knows, even though she's never heard it before. And Chloe freezes, shudders, and collapses on top of Beca like she can't even fucking think to move.

And Beca's physically exhausted, now, too – but she has something to do, so she can't let Chloe stay. She can't. So as soon as Aubrey's hand glosses across the sweat slickened skin of Chloe's abs and separates from the redhead entirely, Beca circles her feet around Chloe's ankles, grips hard on her hips, and flips her until she's surprised and startled, and flat on her back.

Beca lodges a firm kiss against Chloe's mouth, like I'll be back and relax now, honey – you earned it, and then she turns, and propels herself forward, and Beca really doesn't care that when she makes contact with Aubrey, the blonde's head falls to the foot of the bed as her back collides with the mattress. She doesn't care at all, because she's crushing Aubrey beneath the pressure of probably the roughest kiss that Beca's ever bestowed on anyone, ever, and their teeth are rapping together, and from somewhere behind her, Beca can hear Chloe recovering her breath and losing it all over again when she catches sight of them.

But Beca doesn't stay at Aubrey's mouth for long, because she's busy raining quick kisses down her neck and chest, and Beca only pauses to shower a single, frenzied kiss over each of Aubrey's breasts. But she doesn't linger, because Beca knows that the time for foreplay is so long gone, and she can explore Aubrey later. Because now, right fucking now, Aubrey needs her.

So Beca trails her lips down Aubrey's quivering stomach and stops to nip at the mark that she'd claimed earlier at Aubrey's hip, shuddering at the sharp gasp that the action carries from Aubrey's throat, and then Beca rings her arms under Aubrey's waist and stares. Only for a second, because, yeah, she knows that Aubrey needs her, but Aubrey's sex is drenched in a coat of want, and Beca thinks it's fucking beautiful. But Beca shakes herself into motion and dips her head low, looking up at the blonde with stormy, hooded blue eyes as she licks a taste of pure Aubrey into her mouth, and Aubrey cries out like, shitmotherfuckingdamnit, and throws her head back, her yellow locks waterfalling over the edge of the mattress.

"Beca," Aubrey whimpers, and it's needy, and Beca knows – Beca knows what she needs. But Aubrey wants to lose her control, and Beca wants to take it. And Beca wants to hear her ask for it.

So she laps against Aubrey's clit one more time, pulls away, and orders gently, just loudly enough for Aubrey and Chloe to hear, because Beca knows that Chloe wants to see this, too, "Tell me, Aubrey. Tell me," Beca blows a soft stream of cool air over Aubrey's wetness, and husks, "that you want it."

And Beca knows Aubrey can. She knows, because Aubrey's been spouting off naughty murmurs all fucking night, so Beca can wait. She can wait until Aubrey decides she needs it badly enough to ask for it.

"Beca," Aubrey warns hazardously, and her lip curls up like a sneer to add weight to the implication.

And maybe Beca should listen, but she's so far fucking past that, because Chloe and Aubrey have literally given Beca a night of fucking fantasy, and Beca wants to return the favor. And she knows that Aubrey wants this – maybe even needs it – so Beca ignores the caveat and hears Chloe's breath hitch with understanding from behind them. And Beca thinks she hears a little sloshing sound, too, so she curves her neck over her shoulder and has to take a second to remember something as trivial as her own fucking name, because Chloe's panties have finally been discarded somewhere, and the ginger's fingers are lost between the apex of her thighs, and Chloe breathes out, "Beca," and, "yes," as her hand thrusts inward, and Beca wants so badly to watch. But Aubrey groans, and that's all it takes before Beca recalls that she was definitely in the middle of something else.

So, as fucking hot as Chloe is, Beca diverts her attention back to Aubrey. And Aubrey's lean frame is flushing almost to the tips of her toes and the roots of her hair, so Beca requests again, "Tell me, Aubrey."

And when Aubrey says nothing in reply, only squirms restlessly beneath her, and arches her hips firmly toward Beca's mouth like, that should be enough, Beca jerks away and shakes her head.

"Fucking tell me, Posen," Beca growls, because, no, she's not relenting on this, and she needs Aubrey to know it.

Chloe moans, and that doesn't go unnoticed, because Aubrey's head lurches to her left to watch, and somehow her black eyes grow darker (which Beca knows shouldn't be possible, because you can't get blacker than black, but Aubrey's eyes do), and Aubrey snarls, "Chloe is fucking herself behind you, and you're seriously going to play games right now?"

And Beca could snap back a reply, no problem, about how, fuck, this isn't a game, it's Aubrey's pleasure, and she fucking deserves to have it, but Beca doesn't. No, because Beca knows that this is hard for the blonde, and she can wait. Beca can exhibit that ever-elusive patience that she's never had before but somehow finds in herself for these two girls. So Beca lowers her head and bites down hard on Aubrey's thigh, hard enough to leave dents and probably a bruise, and she contrasts the roughness with a soft susurration, "Whenever you're ready, Bree."

And Beca knows Aubrey's had enough, now, because she snaps – literally and figuratively – and barks out, "I want you to fuck me already, Mitchell!"

So Beca does, because she fucking wants to, and because, God, it's sexy that she can do this to Aubrey, and, because, yeah, Aubrey's waited fucking long enough. Beca hears Chloe draw an awed breath from behind her, but that's the only thought that she can spare for the redhead at the moment, because Beca's tonguing the entrance to Aubrey's core, and Aubrey's hands are clenching tightly in Beca's hair, so Beca thrusts her tongue in and releases a profound moan when Aubrey's muscles clamp hard over the invading appendage, and the blonde's hips launch upward, forcing Beca's nose against her clit.

Aubrey gasps hard and Beca glances up, but the breath is literally winded from her lungs, because Aubrey's cheeks are so flushed they look like fire, and her hair is matting against her temples, clinging against the perspiration there. So Beca nudges her nose forward again, and Aubrey's head pitches to the left as she groans out something dark and fucking primal, but Beca thinks that's probably not helping anything at all, because that puts Chloe directly into Aubrey's line of sight. But Beca inches her tongue out again and brings one of her hands around to thrust three fingers inside of Aubrey without any introduction at all.

And Aubrey sobs out, "Fuck!" and it doesn't seem like it ever ends, because even when the word is gone, the sound keeps erupting from Aubrey's mouth.

And the fit is so fucking tight, but it works, because pushing Aubrey's limits is definitely Beca's objective, here, so Beca finds a fast pace and keeps it, and Aubrey wriggles like, fuck, Beca's amazing. And, yeah, Beca fucking is amazing at this, she knows, and she's going to make fucking sure that Aubrey gets what she needs from it. So Beca thrashes her tongue against Aubrey's clit and times a particularly rough plunge inward as she suckles the nub of Aubrey's sex into her mouth, and Beca knows that Aubrey is almost there.

Because Aubrey's been building up to this all night long, and she's already watched Chloe and Beca get off, so now it's her fucking turn.

And Beca gives it to her, offering two hard thrusts and a final brush of her tongue against Aubrey's clit, and Aubrey's whole body just quakes under Beca, and then Aubrey screams and Beca fucking knows that she hears, "Please," crash off of those perfect pink lips as they fall apart.

Aubrey's entire frame curves upward, her hips launching from the bed, and the blonde completely stills for just one, long moment, before Aubrey's fingers loosen in Beca's hair, and a drawn out keen of release and exhaustion and freedom curls off of Aubrey's tongue. And Beca barely has time to wipe her mouth over her shoulder before Aubrey pulls her upward, tenderly repeating, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," as she pleats frantic kisses across Beca's mouth, and cheeks, and her forehead, and neck.

But, okay, wow. Because Beca knows Aubrey needed that, but Beca didn't understand until right now exactly how much, because she has to filter her fingers through Aubrey's hair, and whisper, "It's okay," softly into the blonde's ear before Aubrey stops murmuring her appreciation and warms her forehead against Beca's, instead. And Aubrey's eyes are soft and warm and, God, so open, that Beca actually feels like she's drowning. So she says again, "It's okay," and slants a kiss over Aubrey's temple, looping her arms beneath the blonde's shoulders to hold Aubrey's quivering form tightly against her.

And a soft moan breaks their attention, so Aubrey looks over Beca's shoulder, and Beca does, too, just as Chloe's eyes start to water and her back arches up, and Chloe falls off some imaginary ledge of tension like a fucking eighteen-wheeler that's crashing into a wall, because it's that loud, and that breathtaking, and that devastating.

And Beca thinks this moment is really important, because Aubrey Posen is totally fucking relaxed, and Chloe Beale is actually overwhelmed by her emotions, right now, and a tear is sneaking away from the corner of the redhead's eye, so Beca just sits, and she stares, and she takes a long minute to just marvel at them both.