Chapter 3

Beca woke to a warm body pressed against her back, and long arms wrapped around her waist. She put her hand on Emily's arm tiredly. Only managing to shift Emily's arms lower on her waist. She looked around, and didn't see Mrs. Junk in the living room. She heard some shifting around in the kitchen, and realized that the older woman must be attempting to make them breakfast. She wiped a hand over her face tiredly. Then dropped her hand back to Emily's forearm. She turned slightly in the younger girl's grasp. She felt like the situation was ridiculous. She was 2 years older than the other girl, but somehow Emily had a couple of feet on her height. She felt incredibly small now that she was wrapped up in the much taller girl's arms. Beca ran her thumb over the bend in Emily's arm. She felt Emily shift, and press her face into her neck with a grumble.

"Come on. Now I know you are awake. Your mom's making us breakfast." Beca patted Emily's shoulder.

"No. Warm." Emily grumbled. Beca laughed.

"So is coffee." Beca pointed out.

"Did you sleep okay?" Emily pulled her face away from Beca's neck to lean her head against one of the pillows.

"Surprisingly. That was the best night of sleep I've had in a while. You?" Beca turned to look at her.

"I could sleep anywhere, and apparently I like to cuddle. That's something new." Emily smiled.

"You've never slept with someone before?" Beca rose an eyebrow.

"I've slept with people before. Just not actually slept with someone before." Emily put an emphasis on the second slept, and Beca looked at her in shock.

"Emily. That wasn't want I meant." Beca slapped her arm laughing.

"What… Did you think I was a prude?" Emily laughed.

"No. I just… Wait. You said people… have you… have you slept with a woman before?" Beca asked her in surprise.

"Did Stacie never tell you how we met?" Emily looked surprised.

"Oh my god. If you tell me you slept with Stacie right now. You need to let me get up." Beca squirmed in Emily's arms. Emily laughed.

"I was dating her old room-mate before she moved into the Bella's sorority house. Before Benji." Emily explained.

"Thank god." Beca sighed in relief. Emily laughed again.

"You think I would sleep with Stacie?" Emily looked at her with an arched eyebrow.

"Well. I don't know anymore. You have so many secrets." Beca huffed.

"They were neve secrets Beca. We just never really talked about anything like this before." Emily tapped Beca's hip with her thumb.

"I guess you are right about that. I'm sorry I was so standoffish." Beca backed away far enough for them to see each other.

"Chloe, and Stacie explained you had a lot going on. Internship at the recording label. Bella's. School. Then everything that was going on with Jesse. I was just some new kid trying to get your attention." Emily shrugged.

"You never had to try too hard Legacy. You are hard to miss." Beca chuckled when Emily rolled her eyes.

"Yeah. Well. Someone has to compensate for your lack of height. I hope mom made coffee." Emily shot back releasing her grip on Beca's waist to run a hand over her face. Beca took the opportunity to sit up.

"I need to go into town today." Beca stated simply.

"No way." Emily propped herself up as best as she could behind Beca.

"My dad's place is just off campus. It's like 10 minutes away." Beca laughed.

"No Beca." Emily commanded easily.

"I told you I'm from Minnesota, and I have a damn truck. I'll be fine." Beca stood up. Emily sat all the way up on the sofa.

"I know you can handle it, but I'm worried about all the assholes who aren't you." Emily grumbled.

"It's only for dinner. Then I'll be back." Beca promised.

"Absolutely not. It's way too dangerous. It snowed all night. The roads are worse than they were yesterday." Emily implored gripping Beca's sleeve.

"Fine. I'll walk then." Beca laughed.

"By yourself. In Georgia….? Well, if you walk. I'm going with you." Emily looked at her unamused.

"Emily." Beca sighed dropping her face into her hands.

"If you don't want me to go, because it's too dangerous. That's kind of the point I'm trying to make here." Emily glared at her.

"She has a point!" Kathrine shouted from the kitchen. Beca laughed, and rolled her eyes.

"I'll call my dad, and tell him I'm being held hostage." Beca conceded. She felt Emily sigh in relief from the armrest. Her movements limited while Beca was still sitting in front of her on the sofa.

"Or maybe I should let you talk to him." Beca laughed.

"No way. He's your dad." Emily chuckled.

"I think that was our first fight." Beca nudged Emily.

"The first of many. I'm sure. Especially if you want to keep doing stupid stuff like driving on half a foot of snow." Emily shoved her lightly putting a hand behind her head.

"I'm from Minnesota Emily. Why are you so worried about it anyway?" Beca laughed. Emily pushed herself up to be at eye-level with Beca. She didn't say anything, but they locked eyes. Beca saw the muscles straining in Emily's arms in the effort to hold herself up in the awkward position. Beca was staring at her in surprise at their closeness.

"You can be really dense sometimes Beca Mitchel." Emily informed her with a smirk.

"I'm offended by that statement." Beca whispered.

"That good, because it was meant to be an insult." Emily smiled.

"Emily." Beca put a hand on Emily's stomach trying to keep some distance between them. Emily sighed, and pressed their foreheads together.

"Beca." Emily conceded.

"I'm not daft. I'm not. I'm just not sure if I'm ready for someone like you." Beca admitted.

"Someone like me?" Emily kept their foreheads pressed together.

"Someone good. Someone who gives everything. I'm not like you. I have walls, and scars." Beca whispered.

"I just think you haven't been with the right people. You don't have to bring your walls down all at once, or at all. For that matter. I want you to trust me, and let me in at your own speed. I don't expect you to trust me right away. Maybe I can help you with your scars. If you want to give this a shot." Emily told her honestly. Wiping away a few tears that had fallen from Beca's eyes with her thumb.

"You have to be patient with me." Beca warned her.

"Always. I'm here for you. I'm here when you are ready for me." Emily promised backing away to look at her.

"I am older than you… right?" Beca let out a watery laugh.

"Only by two years." Emily smiled running a hand over Beca's shoulder.

"That can't be comfortable for you." Beca gestured to how Emily was sitting.

"It's worth it." Emily shrugged. Beca took Emily's hand forcing her to fall back onto the arm rest of the sofa. Emily chuckled until she realized Beca was hovering over her. She wanted to brush Beca's hair behind her ear, but her arms were being held at her sides. She could have easily over-powered the smaller girl, but that would go against her desire for Beca to get to make the first moves.

"What are you doing?" Emily whispered.

"I think I want to kiss you… Is that okay?" Beca smiled as she brushed their noses together.

"Only if you're sure." Emily threaded their fingers together on both hands.

"Yeah. I'm sure, Emily." Beca smiled finally leaning in to close the last bit of space between their lips. Emily let out a sigh of relief once they were finally connected. Beca's smile widened against her lips. They kissed gently for several seconds until Beca deepened it. Emily was happy to go along with whatever Beca was willing to let her have. Although she wished she could run her hands through Beca's hair. Emily leaned forward trying to keep in contact with Beca's lips when Beca pulled away from the kiss that had turned more passionate than she had intended for it to.

"Wow." Emily whispered against her lips.

"Yeah." Beca bit her lip.

"Em! Breakfast is ready!" Kathrine called out from the kitchen. Beca pulled back putting a hand on Emily's knee to push herself off the sofa. Emily sat, and watched the smaller girl look around the room for her phone and laptop.

"Beca." Emily tried to reach for her hand. Beca squeezed it reassuringly.

"I just need to call my dad, and tell him I won't be able to make it tonight. Then I'll be in there. Go ahead, and have some time with your mom." Beca suggested.

"Do you want me to talk to him?" Emily asked her thoughtfully. Beca laughed.

"No. I think I can handle it. I was just messing with you. I heard what you said Emily. This is what I want." Beca promised. Emily smiled at her brightly.

"Stacie is going to be so jealous!" Emily laughed.

"Chloe's going to be pissed. Hope you are ready for that." Beca shot back with a smirk when Emily's face turned pale.

"I'll see you in the kitchen." Beca kissed Emily on the cheek as she grabbed her phone off the table beside the sofa. Then headed out onto the back porch after she wrapped herself up in a blanket.

She noticed she had about 50 notifications on her facebook app. From a photo, and video she had been tagged in by Emily via her mother, and a friend request from Kathrine.