Later at the party:
Beca had only just entered the room, being a little late because of all the 'good work'-pats on the shoulder and other congratulatory words she had had to endure from all the acas present. But as she neared some of her fellow bellas talking together, her captain - and now friend - Aubrey squeeled.
"Beca!" she called out and then whooped throwing her arms in the air as she came over to the younger woman. She did a little sexy happy-dance and Beca could only guess at the amount of alcohol that had already been consumed by her friends. But she didn't mind Aubrey's enthusiasm at all, it amused her and made her happy. It told her that she did good. And so did Aubrey.
"You were amazing tonight," the tall blonde congratulated her and let her arms sink on Beca's shoulders. She pulled her into a tight hug as Beca's arms found their way around the blonde's waiste.
"We were all pretty awesome," the brunette said.
"Aca-awesome," Aubrey corrected and Beca laughed.
"Aca-awesome," she agreed. Aubrey pulled back a little, just to look into those enticing dark blue eyes. They smiled at each other, both a little surprised at how things had changed between them, how the atmosphere had shifted.
Aubrey's right hand went to Beca's hair, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. then she cupped her cheek. She hadn't meant for it to become so… physical, this intimate but a sudden notion told her to pull Beca in… for a kiss. and she did.
It wasn't even romantic, it was more of an exuberantly smiling we-did-it-kiss. Nothing to write home about. They laughed, they smiled some more.
"There's a lot of kissing going around tonight," Beca commented.
"Yeah, I guess… for you at least," Aubrey agreed. "You simply made us all fall in love with you tonight."
Beca smirked but her eyes told Aubrey that she was quite surprised at the admission, they were round.
"Are you quite drunk?" the DJ asked.
"Not as drunk as i could be," Aubrey gave back and they laughed again. Aubrey's hand was still on Beca's face, carressing lightly. They looked into each other's eyes. Aubrey leaned in once again, this time their lips lingered, capturing each other. This was a kiss, alright. Nothing exuberantly triumphant about it.
Beca puled back.
"Jesse… and I…," she stammered.
"Right," Aubrey smiled and let go of Beca. She was about to leave the brunette standing there but Beca had not yet let go of her, her hands tightened their grip on Aubrey's waiste. The blonde turned back to her.
"Don't go, just don't," Beca begged and pulled Aubrey back to her. They felt back into their embrace and their kiss. The atmosphere had indeed shifted.
A short distance away Amy was staring at the two women kissing.
"So, that's what it was all about between them? I thought they just didn't like each other…" she murmured.
"Could have told you they got the hots for each other," Cynthia Rose beside her said. Amy looked at her:
"Next time just do."
