Beca's finally moved in, and she's beyond happy to take a shower and clean the grime of the day off of her skin. She usually takes quick showers, but today she lingers, because really, it's been an exhausting day and she enjoys the water cooling her overheated skin. She's been standing underneath the showerhead for close to ten minutes without actually cleaning anything before she decides that it's time to get out and get dressed.
She grabs the towel from the towel rack and wraps it around her chest after she wipes her face off and then steps out of the bathroom.
Beca lets out a shriek when she sees Stacie smiling at her from the toilet seat, as if waiting for a friend like that is a normal occurrence. With Stacie, it might actually become that. "Jesus! What the hell are you doing there? That's like so creepy, dude," Beca admonishes, bringing a hand up to hold her towel up.
"I just wanted to see you naked," Stacie scowls. Beca looks at her, unsure is she's affronted or flattered. "What? You can't blame a girl for trying," Stacie winks and Beca grins at her.
"We've literally had sex before. You've seen me naked."
"Yeah but that was, like, three-plus years ago." Stacie's right, Beca realizes, it has been three years since then. Which, wow, time flies. Bella's three years old, now. That's just crazy to her.
"God, I didn't realize it's been that long," Beca says as she walks to the bedroom wrapped only in the towel. Stacie must've put Bella to bed already because she can't hear at all – but she can hear Stacie following her and decides to put on a bit of a show. Stacie immediately heads to lay on the bed and Beca pulls on a pair of panties before dropping her towel as she faces Stacie and puts her loose-fitting tank on, breasts fully exposed.
Beca can hear as Stacie's mouth opens and she looks up at Stacie's face, smiling smugly at the expression. She's never seen Stacie so aroused and it's doing wonders to her self-confidence. After she grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it down, she picks up her towel and throws it at Stacie. "Stop staring, you perv," Beca grins haughtily.
Stacie jumps as the towel hits her then her lips turn downward. "Why do you tease me like that? It's mean." Beca's always guessed that Bella had learned how to pout like her mom, but Stacie's voice might be the whiniest thing she's ever heard. It's kind of attractive, if she's being honest.
Beca takes a second to debate her response – flirty or sarcastic. She thinks it over and decides on flirty. "Maybe I'm just giving you a sneak peak for tonight." Beca smirks again at Stacie's reaction. Her cheeks are a beautiful shade of red, eyes wide open, breathing heavily and Beca feels a sudden impulse to kiss the sly grin on Stacie's lips.
She suppresses it, just barely.
Instead, she lays down on the bed next to Stacie and gets under the covers. "Come on, Stace. Get under the covers," Beca urges when Stacie doesn't move. She shakes her arm until Stacie shakes herself lose from being zoned out and obliges.
"Shouldn't we turn the lights off first?"
"I wanted to talk, if that's okay?" Beca's going to open up tonight because she feels like she has to, like she needs to, and she's feeling very nervous. She's never felt the need to do this before, but she wants to clarify some things and needs some things clarified for her.
"Of course that is. You know I always want to talk to you. What did you want to start with?"
Beca smiles because, well, that's good. Talking is good. "Uhh, maybe you and Aubrey?" When she sees Stacie stiffen next to her, she immediately amends, "Not if you don't want to! I- I though maybe I could get the full picture? The last thing you said was that you walked in on her cheating on you with Donald – and oh my God I'm being completely insensitive! I'm so sorry, Stace!" Beca finishes her ramble and lays her head on Stacie's chest to hide her embarrassment from Stacie.
"No, it's okay, Becs. Really, it's fine." Stacie looks down and smiles at Beca. "Where do I even start?" She takes a breath and Beca rubs a hand over Stacie's stomach comfortingly.
"Wherever you want," Beca murmurs.
"Well… So, I walked in on Aubrey and Donald and it hurt but it really wasn't terrible because we were both at the point of breaking up. Again, I know. I was never able to understand why we were always so hot and cold, but we were. We'd break up, have break up sex, then a week later we'd be having makeup sex like there was no tomorrow." Stacie pauses. "Maybe that's why – the makeup and breakup sex was truly awe inspiring. It was fantastic," Stacie breathes with longing.
"I walked in on them and told Aubrey it was over. For good. Of course, that only lasted for three weeks – which was our record for staying apart at the time."
Beca interjects, "And so are you still seeing each other? The last time I saw the two of you together was like, three months ago."
Stacie looks ashamed. "I started getting real emotions for her after Worlds. When she came back to me, she seemed like she meant it for the first time and well, I was a goner from then on. But she told me some time later that she didn't want a relationship with me, only sex, and like the lovesick idiot I was I said yes. It's been like that ever since. She just uses me and then discards me," Stacie whispers, voice full of emotion.
Something doesn't add up to Beca. "Are you sure she doesn't have feelings for you?"
Stacie clears her throat and runs a hand through Beca's hair. "I just told you what she said. She said sex, not feelings, or something like that. How much clearer can you get than that?" Stacie's voice breaks at the last word.
"Stace, I've talked to Aubrey. I've heard the way she talks about you. I know she loves you, dude. She's just protecting herself because she's Aubrey and Aubrey can be a bitch."
A laugh comes out of Stacie and she agrees, "You're not wrong. She looks so hot when she's being a bitch, though. Like super hot."
"Please never talk about Aubrey like that again," Beca groans into Stacie's skin. She slowly slides her hand down the smooth fabric of Stacie's top and stops when she meets the small bit of flesh between her bottoms and her top. Beca strokes the flesh there lightly and she can feel the muscles become taught and Stacie gasps quietly.
"Fine, but only if you continue to touch me like that."
A smirk forms on her lips and she obliges. She gently runs a finger underneath Stacie's shorts and notices that she's not wearing panties. The thought arouses her and she continues to roam her finger right under the elastic waistband.
"So-o," Stacie mutters, "what's going on with you and Chloe?"
At this, Beca stops her hand and rests the flat of her palm against Stacie's skin, fingers still under the bottoms. Stacie's skin is warm and smooth, and she can just barely feel the tickle of hair against her fingertips. "I haven't talked to her since… you know…" Beca trails off.
"Since the letter," Stacie finishes. "Are you still in love with her?"
"Unfortunately," Beca grimaces. "Probably will be forever." She sighs derisively at herself. "You know, I cheated on Jesse once," Beca drops in the conversation and Stacie slaps a hand to Beca's shoulder.
"What!? With who? When? Why? Just once? Multiple times? Multiple times with the same person or different people? Was it good? Wh–"
"Woah, woah, there Stace, calm down," Beca says, stopping Stacie's barrage of questions. "It happened twice – the night of the riff-off in that dude's basement and the night when we went and scouted DSM." Beca lets her words linger, seeing if Stacie can guess who it was with.
"Wait, Beca, you didn't! Not with the enemy! Please tell me I'm wrong!"
Giggling at Stacie's reaction, Beca elaborates. "Yep! With Kommissar both times. God, she was hot and just so… German, you know?"
"You call me the slut and you're the one who cheated on your boyfriend with the enemy. Seems pretty hypocritical to me, really."
"Nope!" Beca titters, beginning to move her hand again.
Stacie shifts her waist at the movement. "Well, why did you do it? How was it?"
Beca lets out a dreamy noise, then answers: "It was wonderful. Spectacular. I guess I was feeling lonely – Jesse was supporting me, kinda, but also not really because he was so busy that we hardly ever talked. And then I knew that Chloe hated the way I acted around her and maybe I felt a little annoyed at how she seemed to just, I don't know, ignore me? Maybe that's not the right word. She was mean to me and I wanted to get back at her. God, it was so pointless because Chloe still doesn't know about it – Jesse doesn't even know about it." Beca takes a short break, breathing in through her nose and then out for a moment. "Those moments were the only moments I felt sane all senior year. She provided some calm and clarity that I needed. I needed it so badly." Beca shrugs as she finishes her monologue.
Stacie pulls Beca in tight, causing Beca's hand to slide over to her hip and Beca could feel her shiver at the sensation. "I can't believe they don't know. It seems so naughty and so unlike you. But I guess I understand why you did it and I'm sorry that I didn't help you out. Had I known, I would've."
"I guess that's why I've been torturing myself about this. I mean, I cheated on Jesse. I committed adultery and I can't even bring myself to regret it." Beca huffs heavily and runs her hand from Stacie's hip, to the side of her ass and then back to her stomach. She repeats the motion, using the rhythm to calm herself.
"You… you think you deserve the pain, don't you? You think that because you screwed up and lied to both Jesse and Chloe, that you deserve what Chloe did to you." Stacie turns her head slightly towards Beca and releases a breath that ruffles Beca's hair.
Beca doesn't say anything.
"You deserve so much better, Beca! Someone who loves you and cherishes you and who wants to be with you always. Not someone who will leave you over notions of normalcy that have changed." Stacie places a kiss to Beca's temple. "Let the pain go, let Chloe go and then you can move on."
A tear leaks from Beca's eye and drips down the side of her face until it dampens Stacie's skin. "I don't want to. I don't want to give her up." A wet sob escapes her throat. "I just want Chloe in my life. I want her to love me like I love her! And I want kids with her and a family and I want to watch as her dad walks her down the aisle and God I miss everything about her."
Beca's didn't mean to open up this much, but suddenly she's crying and sobbing and making a mess as she blubbers into Stacie. She pulls her hand up and rests it on Stacie's other shoulder, clutching her like a life line.
"Oh, Beca," she hears Stacie murmur, breath tickling her ear, "I've got you and I love you, okay? No matter what, you'll always be my best friend. And we can get the girl back, if you want. We can make her realize how much she messed up and how much she misses you." Stacie strokes her nails lightly against Beca's arm a she talks. "Or, and this is my recommendation, just forget about her. Go out and find someone else, someone better. Maybe date a guy this time, remind yourself of what it's like to be with a man."
Beca shake her head vigorously, because no. "I don't like guys. I thought I did, but… they've never done anything for me."
"Mhmmm, so that sounds like we need to hit up a gay bar tomorrow night."
"Tomorrow is Sunday."
"Then you'll have to be quick." Beca can practically hear the wink even though she can't see it and she laughs a little, despite herself.
"I'd rather stay here with you and Bella," she whispers after a second, voice turning back to vulnerable, exposed. "You make me feel safe, and I don't want to leave that comfort just yet, okay? Just- just give me some time. I've never told anyone any of this." Beca sniffles lightly. "It's a lot to deal with and I need to process it."
"Okay," Stacie mouths, "okay. I can do that."
After that, Beca and Stacie both quiet down. Stacie hands her a tissue from the nightstand and Beca softly blows her nose, reaching across Stacie to put it on the nightstand when she finishes. Tiredly, Beca molds herself to Stacie's body, right hand playing with the hem of Stacie's top. She fiddled with it, slowly moving it up until the whole of Stacie's stomach was exposed. She dragged her nails there again, enjoying the feeling of gooseflesh appearing underneath her fingers.
"Do you have to do that? It's distracting," Stacie huffs, and Beca knows that Stacie likes the attention as much as she's pretending at the moment.
"I've literally done this every night we've slept in the same bed," Beca says. "Plus, you like it." Beca doesn't mention that she likes it as well, that she likes the way she can see Stacie's toned stomach flex and ripple and move in response to her. She feels the urge to move her head down and place a kiss to the navel she's currently staring at, but she stops herself before she does it.
Not tonight, she tells herself. Maybe some other day, when she's not physically and emotionally drained.
"Mhmmm, I do. It calms me, weirdly enough. Decompresses me," Stacie explains, bringing her hand back up to Beca's hair and scratching her scalp.
Stacie lets out a giggle as Beca purrs – and God help her, she actually purred – in response. Beca can feel her cheeks warm and she tamps down on her vocal approval, embarrassed.
The diminutive brunette presses her face tightly into Stacie's chest and her lips are against the swell of Stacie's breast. She flattens her hand down, stroking the stomach underneath her hand softy, feeling the smoothness of her skin.
"Stace?" Beca questions into the flesh she's pushed her lips against, mouth open but voice muffled.
A grin tugs Stacie's lips as she flirts, "You're going to have to stop trying to make out with my tit if you want me to understand you."
Beca's embarrassment grows and she pulls back, laying her cheek to the skin she had just kissed. "I said, Stace?"
"Yep. That's me. Your best friend."
"Can we go to bed now? I'm tired."
"I want a kiss first. And," Stacie quips, "I want tongue. Minimum of a minute, and then we can go to sleep."
Beca snorts. "This seems like a slippery slope."
"How so?"
"It starts as a kiss and then within a month we're having sex every night." As soon as she says it, Beca knows that this is Stacie's goal.
"Duh. That's the plan." Stacie pauses. "You really think we'll be banging every night? I didn't peg you as a sex addict."
Beca stops her eyes from rolling only because she's pretty sure she's going to strain them if she keeps this up. "Fine. Only tonight and only if it'll get you to shut up and turn the light off."
Stacie beams and Beca thinks she's insufferable. Hot (and adorable), but insufferable. She sighs and tilts her head upwards and immediately her lips are fused to Stacie's, sliding against each other. Stacie must have an eternal clock because she's quick to swipe her tongue across her lips and forcibly stick her tongue in Beca's mouth. Beca opens her mouth readily and she can feel the weight of Stacie's tongue in her mouth and it's an arousing feeling.
Her hand drifts down of its own accord until it dips below the waistband and she can feel Stacie's muscles tense as her hand roams from hip to hip. Beca leans forward slightly, letting Stacie probe deeper into her mouth and she responds, biting down on the tongue in her mouth and tugging on it lightly.
It's hard to do because she's grinning into the kiss and she's trying to focus on her hand as well, but she manages to control the kiss for a long few seconds. Beca lets go and Stacie then takes her lip between her teeth and Beca's now the one with teeth digging into her flesh and she groans a little bit. It doesn't hurt, not really, because Stacie's too gentle for that, but it does feel good.
Beca tilts her head a little to the side, deepening the kiss and she molds her lips to Stacie's, tongues still pressed wetly against each other. Beca has to remind herself to keep her hand moving and not let it dip too far south, otherwise she's certain that they'll end up having sex and Beca knows she's still not ready for that.
But a kiss? A kiss is just what she's been needing.
It lasts for much longer than a minute – closer to ten – and by the end of it, Stacie's rolled on top of her and has a hand underneath her top, touching the area below her breasts and Beca's hand is struggling to not give in to its urges.
Stacie pulls away with a gasp, eyes so dark and hooded that Beca would be surprised if Stacie had anything but pupils. They're both breathing heavy and she can tell that neither of them wants to break the moment. The air is thick with the smell of arousal and sexual tension, and Beca really wants to take Stacie, then and there, and be done with it. She does. But she knows she shouldn't, knows that it might mess things up.
So, naturally, she speaks. "God, I'm so gay," slips from her lips before she can stop herself and she realizes just how stupid it was to try and talk after a kiss like that. She blushes but thinks that Stacie probably can't even notice because Beca knows her cheeks have to be red from exertion. Beca does, however, see how flushed Stacie's cheeks are and she acknowledges just how beautiful Stacie looks right now, breathing heavy and clearly aroused.
Stacie preens at the compliment. "Thank you! I worked quite hard on my craft, you know."
Beca can't help but grin back at Stacie. "I can tell. Remind me why we don't do that more often?"
"Because you're still pining over Chloe."
"You're still pining over Aubrey."
"Eh, kinda. Not really. Chloe's married."
Beca grows confused at the first words but the last word causes Beca to start. "Married?" she interrogates.
"Engaged, really. At least that's what Aubrey said last I talked to her but the wedding should be coming up pretty soon." Stacie rolls off of Beca and heads towards the light switch. "You think we'll be invited?"
"Nope," Beca says as the light flickers off and Stacie clambers back into bed, an arm pulling Beca against her, "and if she did, I wouldn't go. Self-healing and all that jazz," she mumbles.
"Good. I'm proud of you. But if Aubrey asks me to be her date, I might have to reconsider."
"Only if she agrees to formally date me too. Otherwise, you're staying here with me." Beca pulls her shirt all the way down. "Maybe it'd be good if you stopped seeing Aubrey too."
Beca can hear Stacie's sigh. "Maybe. Probably. But you said something about sleeping so…" Stacie trails off.
"You're right." Beca leans up and places a kiss to the underside of Stacie's jaw. "Night, Stace. Don't move when you sleep."
"Night, babe. Please don't snore." Beca just slaps her hand lightly against Stacie's stomach but doesn't say anything, a smile playing against her lips as she embraces sleep.
