A/N: Got this idea because I was listening to Partition, so blame Queen B. Also, to get an idea of what the two of them look like, I made a manip. I posted that on Tumblr. Basically:

Beca's outfit = The outfit Anna wore to the Rebecca Minkoff fashion show at NYFW recently.
Chloe's outfit = The dress that Brittany wore to the Carolina Herrera fashion show in New York (I think it was last year.)


A week later..

Beca stands in front of the mirror in the living room as she tries to put her earrings in. She's been trying to get the damn things in for a good five minutes now. (The perks of dressing up for award shows.) She finally gets them in, smiling triumphantly at herself as she checks how she looks again in the mirror.

She's wearing a black dress and a white blazer, her hair down in curls, and less of her usual black eyeliner on. She thinks she looks presentable, but in all honesty, she can't wait to see how Chloe looks. The redhead has been getting ready for 45 minutes now, and she's been waiting to wear her new dress since she got it two weeks ago.

(The redhead called it her 'my-girlfriend-is-nominated-for-a-Grammy-so-I-have-to-look-the-best-I-can' dress, and she hasn't let Beca see what it looks like yet.)

With that in mind, Beca makes her way to the stairs, pulling her phone out of her clutch bag to see that they should be on the red carpet in roughly an hour. As she checks her phone, she sees the limo driver pull up on to their driveway, and she quickly goes over to the window to wave at him.

"Chloe baby, are you ready?"

"Oh my God, one second!" Chloe yells, muttering a quiet "geez, woman" under her breath as she struggles to slide the straps of her dress over her shoulders. She grunts, clearly irritated. The dress fit her a couple of days ago. Why the hell can't she get it on now?

"I'm not trying to push you or anything babe but the driver's here." Beca shouts up the stairs, and tries to suppress the laugh when she hears Chloe let out an annoyed scream.

"I can't get my dress on, Beca!"

The brunette's eyes widen, thinking that if she goes upstairs, Chloe might be like.. half naked. She'd rather not have that image in her head either, not when they're supposed to be on their way to the Grammy's right now.

"What do you mean you can't get it on?"

"I CAN'T GET IT ON!"

"Okay, I'm coming!"

The brunette quickly goes and opens the front door, waving to get the driver's attention. Once he looks at her, she holds up both of her hands, signalling that she'll be ten minutes, and he nods in understanding as he turns the engine off.

It's not the first time this has happened anyway, so really, he's not surprised.

The brunette rushes upstairs, as fast as she can considering that she's wearing five-inch heels, and she swings the door open. Chloe is standing in front of the long mirror. She looks beautiful, really. Her hair looks perfect, her face looks even more perfect. But her dress is half-on, a she has a somewhat sad and apologetic looking smile on her face.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Beca asks in a gentle tone as she approaches her girlfriend, and Chloe sighs.

"The dress doesn't fit anymore." she says, moving a stray bit of hair behind her ear as Beca places a comforting hand on her back. She looks at herself in the mirror again, sighing in defeat.

"What's that face for?" Beca asks. "You have a million other dresses."

"But this is a Jenny Packham dress, Beca! This isn't just any other dress!"

"Okay baby." the brunette whispers, leaning in to place a kiss on Chloe's cheek. "Don't get upset. We'll figure something out."

She moves to stand behind Chloe, leaning up to place another soft reassuring kiss on the back of her neck as she tries to think of what they can do. She places her hands on the redhead's shoulders, rubbing them soothingly and smiling when the tension eases from them. Her eye then catches sight of the zip, and she raises her eyebrows as she moves to pull it down fully.

"Chloe Beale, you're an absolute fool."

"What?"

"You hadn't zipped it down fully, that's why it wouldn't fit!"

"Seriously?!"

The brunette bursts out laughing as Chloe easily slips the dress over her shoulders with wide eyes.

"How didn't I even notice that?!" Chloe asks with a small laugh as she turns around to look at the brunette, who is wiping under her eye where a tear had fallen out while she was laughing. They both look at each other and burst out laughing again, Beca quickly muttering a "come on", grabbing Chloe's hand and pulling her out of the bedroom.

"Wait-my purse!"

The redhead rushes over to their bed, picking her purse up off of it and quickly checking if she has everything in it. As she turns to run back to Beca, she jumps when she sees that Beca is standing right in front of her, staring at her.

"What?" she asks with a suspicious smile when she sees how Beca is looking at her, and Beca smiles intently up at her.

"What?" she repeats, and Chloe shakes her head with a soft laugh.

"What are you staring at?"

"You."

"Why?"

"You're just really beautiful."

Chloe smiles, pushing playfully on Beca's shoulder as she tries to walk past her, but she's stopped by the brunette's hand on her hip. Before she can ask her what she's doing, the brunette's lips are on hers, kissing her softly and passionately, and pulling her closer.

"Bec." she mumbles into the brunette's mouth as she throws her arms over Beca's shoulders, and Beca's tongue swipes across her bottom lip as she pulls her in closer. She should be stopping her, seeing as the driver is waiting outside, and sure.. he's being patient. But she likes to be on time. She'd rather not be the couple who arrive late to the Grammy's, because everyone will probably know what they have been doing.

With that in mind, she reluctantly pulls away from the brunette, placing a soft kiss on her nose before she pulls her out of the bedroom by her hand. Beca locks the house behind them while still holding Chloe's hand in hers before they both make their way to the limo.

"Sorry it took so long." Chloe says to the driver as she gets in the car, trying to ignore the way Beca's hand attaches to her hip, rubbing it in a way that's supposed to be protective and comforting. Except it's not comforting at all.

In fact, that, along with the kiss they just shared, is kinda really turning her on.. a lot.

The drive to the Grammy's is filled with loving touches, and innocent kisses. They talk about what they're gonna do when they get there, and about who is performing. Beca would normally perform, but she hasn't been asked to tonight. So that means that the two of them get to sit together all night. Oh, and Beca's nominated for best newcomer, which Chloe is super proud of.

(They found out that she was nominated a fortnight ago and Chloe is still rewarding her for it. If you know what I mean.)

About halfway there, Chloe starts to feel Beca's hand slowly creeping up her thigh, and she can't help the way her breath hitches at the feeling.

"Stop." she whispers to the brunette, who leans in and starts to place gentle kisses on her jawbone, her fingers still stroking Chloe's thigh. Her eyes flutter shut instinctively, and Beca suppresses the smirk when Chloe let's out a soft whimper.

"I need you." Beca whispers huskily against her skin, and suddenly, Chloe is out of her seat and she makes her way to the front end of the limo, looking through the partition where the driver is.

"Um, excuse me." Chloe says to him, flashing him her usual charming 'Chloe Beale' smile at him. She taps on the partition that is halfway up with her finger and asks, "could you roll this up please?"

"Of course, ma'am." The driver nods, and Chloe thanks him before moving back to sit down next to the brunette.

"Good thinking." the brunette whispers, before crawling off the seat and positioning herself between Chloe's legs on the floor of the limo. "Don't want whatever the fuck he's called seeing me on my knees."

"Baby. Baby please."

Beca hums at the term of endearment, taking both hands and scratching up Chloe's thighs before she reaches Chloe's underwear. The redhead bucks her hips, moving her hand down to touch herself.

"No, no." Beca commands, swatting her girlfriend's hand away. "Let me."

"Baby, please just hurry up." Chloe mutters when Beca spreads her legs wide, pushing her dress up to pool around her waist. The brunette can see just how wet Chloe is already, and she smiles a knowing grin up at her.

"God, I wish we had the strap-on." she whispers as her mouth attaches to Chloe's thigh, keeping her eyes on Chloe's. She gently bites at the skin there and Chloe's head falls back to rest on the car seat as her legs spread out wider and her eyes close unwillingly. Beca's mouth is soon gone though, and Chloe opens her eyes to see Beca is looking up at her expectantly. The brunette pulls Chloe in by the back of her neck, and she moves her mouth beside Chloe's head.

"I wish we had it so I could fuck you hard against the car seat." she whispers, her breath hot against Chloe's ear, sending chills down her spine. "You look so good tonight, and I can't wait to take you home so I can ruin you. Can I fuck you right now, baby?"

"God yes." Chloe mumbles, loving every sound coming out of the brunette's mouth. And it's not a secret that she absolutely loves it when Beca talks dirty to her. In all honestly, she's pretty sure she could get off just from Beca's voice, whispering filthy things into her ear.

But there's better than that. Beca's head is in between her legs again before she can even think to say anything else. Her underwear is already gone, and Chloe is just thankful that the brunette hasn't ripped them off again like she normally does.

The redhead's hands hold onto the seat behind her, desperately wanting to grab onto Beca's hair, but she knows how long the brunette has spent on it, and she'd rather Beca not stop now. The brunette's mouth suddenly attaches to her center, and she squeezes her eyes shut and throws her head back at the feeling. Beca smirks against her, immediately bringing her fingers into the equation as well.

"You don't understand how bad I want to rip this fucking dress off of you." she whispers, and an unrestrained moan falls from Chloe's mouth. "How bad I want to make love to you slow and sweet until your throat is raw from screaming with pleasure. "

She slides her index and middle finger inside Chloe, her thrusts slow to start with, fingers curling inside her. Chloe moans quietly, her hips bucking faster than the motion, calling for Beca to speed up. She's embarrassingly easy to get off like this, far easier than she's ever been able to do for herself. Beca finds it endearing though.

(She's has a praise-kink. Sue her.)

"Keep going baby." Chloe whispers, and Beca smiles against her. She loves to hear how well she's doing. She loves Chloe telling her what to do, or where to touch her. She loves it. Yeah, sometimes she goes completely against what Chloe tells her, but still. She loves it. She loves her.

"I swear to God," Chloe groans, but loses the rest of what she meant to say. The words dissolve with the rolling rhythm of her hips, rocking herself, fucking herself against Beca's mouth and fingers. Her tongue is soft, it's so soft, but firm, and wet. And it feels fucking amazing.

"Come for me." Beca's voice is deep and hushed, and Chloe can feel her orgasm approaching already.

She's panting now, and her hips unconsciously lift off of the car sear, and Beca reaches up to grip her hips to keep her from sliding away. The car turns a corner, and the two try their hardest not to fall sideways off of the seats.

Stars burst behind Chloe's eyes; she wasn't aware she had them shut, actually. The noises have stopped except for the occasional squeak. She's holding her breath. She's-

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," she whispers, holding her hand over her mouth to stop the scream that she so badly wants to let out. Her hips buck back and forth, rolling up and over, and Beca doesn't have the heart to stop her from grinding against her tongue. She's done teasing now.

Suddenly, all her muscles tense in preparation for one last blast of pleasure. And she comes, biting down harshly on her knuckle, but slamming her other fist into the leather seat. Every muscle tenses up as the climax rocks through her core, soaking Beca's hand to the base of her fingers, and down her chin.

When Chloe gets herself together, she looks down to see that Beca is grinning smugly, her face shiny and wet. The brunette wipes her chin, sitting back on the seat beside Chloe as she leans in to place a soft gentle kiss on her lips.

"I love you." Beca smiles, cupping Chloe's face in her hands, and the redhead grins. It always surprises the hell out of her how Beca can go from dirty talking to her and fucking her against the car seat, and then speaking to her in the most gentle, soothing voice afterwards, making her almost melt at the tone of her voice.

So really, she can't win. Whatever Beca does, it takes her breath away.

"I love you babe, but.. can you get my pants please." she asks, pulling her dress back over her thighs and sorting herself out. They feel the car stop, and there are flashes coming from outside. Quickly, Beca passes Chloe her panties so she can put them back on, and they sort themselves out just in time for the door to be opened.

Beca steps out first, holding her hand out for Chloe to get out of the limo after her. Immediately, Beca wraps her arm around Chloe's waist as usual, and the two of them pose for a few pictures before they get on the carpet.

And the rest of the night is spent with loving glances at each other, even when they both go their separate way for interviews. The only thing Chloe can think about is how she can make it up to Beca when they get home.