~B~
Wednesday, June 7th, 2017
Beca worked quietly in the hallway outside her room, trying to arrange her surprise while it was still hot and not wake up the sleeping birthday girl. Per her self-created birthday tradition, she was serving Chloe breakfast in bed and after last year's almost debacle bringing things up the stairs, she'd decided to carry them up in stages and put it together out here. Currently she was arranging a covered plate, glass of orange juice and a single rose in a small vase on the tray for Chloe. Carefully she lifted it and nudged the bedroom door open with her foot, smiling as she saw Chloe buried in a huddle of blankets and pillows.
Setting the tray down on the dresser, she stealth crawled her way up until she was propped up on her right arm next to her sleeping wife. Slowly she leaned down and pressed feather light kisses all over Chloe's face until she stirred, then captured her lips to ease her gently awake.
Chloe's arms slid from the blankets and around Beca's neck, humming in approval. "Mmm… Morning."
The kiss broke as Chloe gave a sleepy stretch and Beca whispered softly into her ear. "Happy Birthday, Chlo." She ran the back of her fingers across Chloe's cheek, watching as those gorgeous cerulean eyes blinked open. She wasn't sure how she could be more in love with this woman every day, but she was. Even though she'd been falling since that first day at the activities fair, she never took it for granted.
Chloe nuzzled under Beca's chin and placed a kiss on her neck. "Thanks, love." She pulled Beca down tight against her body. "Are you my present?" Her hand ran down Beca's side until her fingertips slid under the elastic of Beca's shorts and nails scraped lightly at her hips.
Beca moaned softly, pushing her body even closer. "I mean, I do consider myself a gift to mankind…" She hissed as teeth nipped at her neck. "But I did make you breakfast."
"What if I want you for my breakfast?" Chloe's hand moved to rest against her stomach, dipping further under her shorts and stroking lightly just above the juncture between her legs.
"Ungh… Breakfast…" Beca briefly wondered how many times she'd squeaked that word in the time since she'd met Chloe. It seemed like a lot. She swallowed. "I would consider… Sweet baby Jesus, Chlo… myself more of a dessert." Against her will she found herself angling her body to give Chloe better access as her hand slipped lower. She could always just remake breakfast, right? Then Chloe's hand stopped.
"Do I smell bacon?" Chloe sniffed the air. "Did you actually make me bacon?"
"What?" Beca blinked. "I… Yes." She swallowed and tried to refocus again. "Do you… should I get…" She twitched a thumb over her shoulder. "Tray?" Words were complex when the blood was rushing elsewhere.
Chloe laughed as she kissed her one more time. "I love that you make me breakfast in bed, Becs." She pulled her hand out of Beca's shorts. "Huh. That's… well that's a phrase with two meanings." Chloe giggled wickedly.
Beca rolled her way off the bed and groaned, sticking with the original intent of Chloe's words. "I love that you all finally taught me how to cook things without burning the place down." Beca had always been horrible in the kitchen; it was a long standing joke that all she was good for was coffee. But she had wanted to contribute more to the cooking while they were in college, for reasons she still wasn't sure she understood, so the Bellas had taken turns teaching her one breakfast food throughout that first year in the house.
Chloe had taught her to make bacon after several weeks and false fire alarms. Beca still flinched every time it popped, grease screen or not. The day she discovered there was a company that made actually good microwavable bacon in a pouch, she was set for life. Unless it was something special, like for Chloe's birthday, then she did it the traditional way.
Stacie had taught her how to make eggs, scrambled, fried and over easy, as well as bacon and cheese omelets, which had become Beca's signature go to. She still wasn't sure about adding milk to it, it went against everything she'd seen growing up, but she did it rather than face her wrath. Plus, they were eggcellent, if she said so herself. Which she did, often, to the groans of the others.
Jessica and Ashley had taught her pancakes, though they never turned out a perfect circle. Chloe said that just meant they were unique, like Beca.
Flo had taught her how to make Huevos rancheros, which sounded intimidating until she was told it basically eggs and a few other things mixed with chorizo, which also intimidated her until she found out it was essentially a spicy sausage.
Cynthia Rose had tried to teach her waffles, but after several failed attempts, Beca stuck with Eggos. Once in a while she'd help Chloe make them, but she'd accepted it was never going to be something she did well.
Amy said she would teach Beca a food from her homeland, but that just turned out to be the fact that she put the milk in the bowl before the cereal. "What kind of monster does that, Amy?"
No one could understand what Lilly was trying to teach, but when she pulled out a steak knife, most of them evacuated the kitchen, including Beca.
When they first moved into the condos, Aubrey had offered to teach Beca how to make French toast. Hesitantly, mostly out of PTSD from Bellas training, Beca had agreed. She had been more than pleasantly surprised to find that Aubrey was a patient teacher in the kitchen. She took her ability to break down a routine and used it to make the steps easy to remember. Beca didn't do it that often, her slices turned out soggy more often than not, but on several occasions where Stacie would travel with Chloe, Beca would surprise Aubrey with French toast for breakfast. Beca always tucked away the shy, pleased smiles whenever Aubrey would come out and find a plate being loaded for her.
As Chloe sat up and arranged their mass of pillows as a backrest, Beca paused as she admired how that put her wife's naked form on display. Since Beca had taken the day off, she had woken Chloe up just after midnight with a whispered "Happy Birthday on Hump Day." Chloe had let out a sleepy laugh and let Beca thoroughly make love to her until they passed out in a warm mass in the center of their bed. That was another tradition Beca hoped to be able to continue and her favorite so far.
Beca brought the tray over to the bed and set it down as far as her arms could reach. "Wait!" She stopped Chloe from grabbing it. Beca climbed carefully on the bed and shuffled on her knees until she was able to lift it and set it gently over Chloe's lap. She took the cloth napkin and flicked it open, draping it across her chest like a bib. "There." When Chloe arched her eyebrow Beca shrugged. "Gotta protect the girls from any spillage."
"Our hero." Chloe deadpanned as she rolled her eyes.
"Breakfast is served." Beca lifted the lid off the plate with a flourish. She'd made Aubrey's French toast recipe, taking extra care to avoid her sometimes soggy results, with a couple scrambled eggs and a side of bacon. Sitting beside the plate was a small container of syrup and the tiny salt and pepper shakers they'd stolen from their many hotel stays.
"Becs, that's real bacon. Not your microwavable pouch bacon." Chloe's eyes sparkled. "You do love me!" She poured syrup over her pre-buttered – Beca had the amount memorized at this point – French toast with a small pool to dip her bacon in.
"Until my last breath and probably beyond." Beca smiled and leaned down for a kiss. She watched as Chloe took her first bite and moaned appreciatively. "I'll be right back." She scuttled off the bed and to the hall table where she'd left her own tray. She came back in, repeating the process to settle on Chloe's left. Her own plate held her normal omelet and she applied the salt and pepper liberally.
"So, what do you want to do today, birthday girl?" Beca watched as Chloe thoughtfully finished her bite of food.
"You mean other than you?" Chloe wiggled her eyebrows. "That joke never gets old, by the way."
"I hope not." Beca's voice was scandalized. "And yes, other than me."
Chloe dunked some bacon in syrup and ate it. "I didn't actually have anything in mind this year."
"Chlo, you're too young to be treating this as 'just another day' like my grandma."
"I know. But. I just feel like things are perfect. I can't think of anything I want to add. I do wish I'd have thought about a day trip to Disney earlier, it might not be so bad this early in June on a weekday."
Beca's mouth dropped open. "Oh man! Disney on Hump Day? That… I'm so disappointed in myself for not thinking of that!"
"Stacie would kill us if we went without them, especially on my birthday. I didn't think of it until yesterday, way too late for either of them to arrange the day off."
Beca nodded, her mind filing the idea away for future celebrations. "Alright. So. If you have no plans… Let's spend a leisurely morning here, and I'll take you out to lunch. Then we have dinner with the girls."
"Sounds like a perfect day to me." Chloe reached over and took Beca's right hand, bringing it up to her mouth for a kiss. "Thank you, love."
As Beca went to respond, Chloe's phone started to ring. Beca pushed Chloe's tray down so she could pull her legs free and gingerly roll to the side of the bed to grab it. Beca swallowed, helpless to stop her eyes from roving over the view as Chloe pushed to her hands and knees to reach her phone. Beca's pulse beat harder and desire stood up and started waving to get her attention, which was already firmly on Chloe's ass.
"It's Emily!" Chloe bounced a little and Beca's mouth went dry.
"Chlo, you can't FaceTime – you're naked." Beca was still trying to wrestle with her desire to ravish her wife again.
"Oh, yeah." She tossed the phone to Beca. "Answer, I'll put on a shirt." She slid off the bed and pulled a drawer open on their dresser.
Beca nodded absently, eyes still distracted by smooth skin. "Yeah, sure." She looked down and hit answer before it went to voice mail. "Yo, Legacy."
Emily's smiling face filled the screen before her eyebrows furrowed. Her mouth was open, probably to sing 'Happy Birthday.' "You're not Chloe."
"I'm so glad college is helping train that sharp brain of yours." Beca forked up another small bite of her food.
"Shut up." Emily stuck out her tongue.
"She's getting dressed." Beca's tone was sly. "She wasn't camera ready." She loved watching that disconcerted look cross Emily's face. She waited, knowing what was coming. It was one of her favorite things about Emily and Beca loved to provoke her into saying it.
"Gross." But Emily was smiling, her tone affectionate.
"Beca, don't scar Emily with that sex talk." Chloe said as she crawled back onto the bed, grabbing a stand for the phone as she did so.
"Aca-mom 2, you can't say sex when I know you're naked!" Now Emily sounded, and looked, to Beca's amusement, scandalized.
Chloe settled back in, pushing her tray against Beca's. She balanced the phone in the stand so it sat on both trays and they could both see Emily and she them.
"Happy Birthday, Chloe!" Emily waved at her.
"Thanks, sweetie!" And she devoted her attention to the phone when Emily began to sing to her.
Beca waited half a heartbeat before she joined in. It had been too long since she'd sung with Emily, the girl – young woman, she corrected herself – she'd taken under her wing her senior year. Well, eventually. It was more accurate to say 'when Beca finally got her shit together after the retreat'. She smiled at Emily's excited grin as their voices blended. She heard a sniffle and looked over as Chloe wiped a few tears from her eyes.
"I love you guys." Chloe smiled. "I don't know how much more perfect this day can get, and it's barely started."
Beca squeezed her hand and went back to eating, letting them catch up. After a bit, she heard Chloe ask something she'd been wondering at for a while.
"How come I'm 'Aca-mom 2'?"
"Well…" Emily's voice trailed off and she squinted a bit.
"Spit it out, Legacy." Beca nodded. "You know she'll get it out of you anyway."
Emily took a deep breath. "You kinda scared me my first year, Chlo."
Beca interjected. "Because of the crazy eyes she'd get over Worlds and DSM?"
Chloe still looked a little mortified every time it came up. "I'm so sorry about trying to kill you with my eyes after the riff-off! I never really wanted you to crawl under a rock and die."
Emily still flushed faintly at the memory. "I know, Chloe. It's… I forgave you a long time ago. Like the next day when you made me cupcakes." She grinned. "Though, you were still always nice to me… Beca kept running out of practice before the retreat. Maybe I've had it backwards this whole time."
"You can't just choose who your aca-moms are, Legacy." Beca's expression was stern, though her lips twitched.
"But, Beca. I technically met Chloe first. So really…"
Beca sighed. "You're probably right. Plus, she is older. So I guess it-" Chloe's hand hitting her in the stomach stopped her words with a gasp. "Though she doesn't look a day older than when we first met." Beca said quickly.
Emily beamed at them, her happiness actually radiating through the screen to bathe them both in its warmth.
They spent the next half hour catching up while Beca and Chloe finished their breakfasts, before Emily finally had to go for class.
"I can't wait to see you guys at the Reunion. And in October!" Emily bounced in her seat. "I miss you guys so much."
"You miss Disneyland, you mean." Beca pointed at her. "That's ok. I get it. We're second on your list."
"Shut up. Disney is just like, a bonus to seeing all of you."
"Don't let her fool you; she's bummed because we didn't think about a day trip to Disney for today." Chloe leaned her head onto Beca's shoulder, careful not to bump the trays.
Emily's eyes widened. "Oh. Em. Aca. Gee! That would have been amazing." Her eyes darted over to Beca who nodded slightly. She knew Emily was thinking of next year just like Beca. They really were an aca-family. "I love you, Aca-Moms! Happy Birthday, again, Chloe! Tell my Aca-Aunts I said hello for me! I'll call them this weekend."
"Wouldn't Aubrey be more of your aca-grandmother?" Beca pondered out loud before she could stop herself.
"I am not calling her that!" Emily gasped, shocked. "She'd make me do cardio or something!" Her voice dropped into a whisper. "For life!"
"Besides, she's as old as me. What're you trying to say Beca? Again, I might add." Chloe's voice purred in her ear.
"Uh…" Beca swallowed. "It's cause she gradua-… firs… Heh-" and she trailed off as Chloe's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Uh huh. Keep going."
"No, I think I'm good just dropping this here. Aca-Aunts it is."
"Probably best." Chloe looked back at Emily. "Love you, Em!" She blew her a kiss.
"Make good choices, Legacy." Beca grunted at the elbow in her side. "What? She knows that's how I say 'I love you'!" Emily laughed, nodding.
"Beca." Something in her voice made Beca meet her eyes and she saw Chloe's eyebrow wing its way up. "You said that to me on your first Hood Night. Like, literally the fourth day we ever saw each other." Her tone was almost shy and definitely quietly pleased.
Beca stopped, aware that Emily's face shot had shot closer to her phone. She ran through that night in her mind, her lips twisting slightly as she hit that moment. "I… Oh. I did. Huh. Right after that whole jiggle juice thing." Beca grinned as Chloe blushed. "I was so fucking stupid." Chloe's soft look was starting doing things to her insides, pulling and tugging, demanding she get closer.
Emily's squeal would have made Ashley proud. "You guys are perfect."
"Bye, Legacy. I'm about to do something that would scandalize you completely." Beca's hand reached blindly for the phone. She turned in time to see Emily's face change, caught between horror and delight.
"Oh, GROS-" The laughter cut off as Beca ended the call.
"Why, Mrs. Mitchell…" Chloe ran her hand down Beca's arm as Beca handed her the phone. "Whatever could you have in mind?" She set it out of the way.
Beca was silent for a moment, as she moved out from under her tray and scooted to the edge of the bed, tugging it after her. "I'm going to make last night look like a warm up to the main event."
"Oh. My." Chloe bit her lip, her eyes darkening. "That's a mighty big claim." She lifted her tray to the side as Beca came around to get it after setting her own on the dresser. Setting Chloe's next to it, she faced the bed.
"You'll have to grade me later." Beca moved closer and stripped out of her clothes, feeling Chloe's eyes on her. "Let me know if I lived up to your expectations." She stalked across The Expanse as Chloe pulled her shirt back off.
"You usually do." She tugged Beca over until she was straddling Chloe's leg.
Beca lowered herself slowly, savoring the pressure sliding between her thighs. "Usually?"
"Oh yeah." Chloe pulled their bodies together. "Okay, maybe more like, all the time."
Beca leaned her head down, stopping to whisper against her lips. "Happy Birthday, Chlo."
~C~
Chloe sighed happily as she leaned back in the passenger seat of Beca's convertible. After a completely wonderful breakfast in bed, a conversation with her aca-child and a second bout of birthday sex, she really couldn't have planned the day any better than this. She smiled to herself. She was going to have to do some thinking about how to celebrate Beca's. Beca did need a new laptop, but... It was on a Saturday this year, so maybe… She'd think on that a bit longer, maybe talk it over with Aubrey and Stacie.
She stretched a bit, all the right muscles just a little bit sore; Beca certainly had made good on her promise after breakfast. She'd never admit it, but Chloe kind of needed a nap after all that. Especially after the lunch they'd just eaten. So it was with surprise that she noticed they were driving past their exit. "Is this a kidnapping?"
"Maybe." Beca kept her eyes on the road but turned down Lauv's 'I Like Me Better' that she'd been singing with. "Maybe I'm taking you to my secret lair."
Chloe leaned on the arm rest between them. "Beca, the only places you'd call your lair is your studio at work or at home."
"Rats. This is true." Beca snapped her fingers. "Curses, foiled again."
Chloe settled back against the seat, eyes closed as the sun warmed her while the breeze blew over them. Beca had gotten the BMW 4 series convertible – in black sapphire metallic, of course – when she'd gotten promoted to full time producer last year. The bonus she'd gotten had made the perfect down payment. Originally she wanted to get something more practical for them, but Chloe had insisted they get something fitting for Beca's new title. She was perfectly happy with the car they'd gotten upon reaching LA. It's not like she had to impress artists or anything, just haul around a bunch of singing teenagers to their dance competitions or for pizza and ice cream.
They had fun picking out the bells and whistles – the M sport design, executive package, night blue Dakota leather upholstery, aluminum dark carbon trim, the driving assistance package that Beca thought ridiculously unnecessary – and literally every single option the car came with.
Chloe opened her eyes as they slowed to make a turn. "What…" She looked at Beca. "Why are we in a Cadillac dealership?"
Beca parked her car. "Sec." She got out and moved around the back to Chloe's side. "Madame." She opened the door and held out her hand.
"Becs?" Chloe felt excitement beginning to bubble up.
Beca stepped back until the whole of the lot was behind her. She held out her arms. "Pick one."
"What?" Chloe was sure she'd heard wrong. "Did you just say…"
"Pick one. Happy Birthday!" Beca rocked back on her heels, clearly pleased with herself.
Chloe had to whisper it. "For serious?"
Beca whispered back. "Dixie Chicks serious."
Chloe squealed and launched herself forward, almost bringing them both to the pavement. She dropped kisses all over Beca's face before planting several very thorough ones on her lips.
Beca laughed and spun her around. "Seriously though… Pick one. Whatever catches your eye. Whatever you want to put in it. On it, whatever."
"Careful, Mitchell. I'll take you up on that." Chloe stepped back and tilted her head.
Beca leaned forward. "Dare you."
And Chloe had taken her up on it, boy had she.
Once she settled on the Escalade, the salesman had finally come over after Beca had waved him off the first time. He kept showing her different options, and she kept adding them and Beca kept smiling. At the end of it, what she'd come up with was a 4WD Platinum trim (which seemed to be just a super luxury package) Escalade in Crystal White. She'd selected every option like they'd done with Beca's, including a 4 bike carrier that could added to their trailer hitch, as well as innumerable roof carriers for whatever was required for Chloe's competition trips and hauling her kids and their outfits. She may also have been envisioning various road trips the four of them could take when she added the ski carrier.
When they were all done, and she saw the price, she'd barely kept her gasp contained. She fully expected Beca to laugh and tell her 'ok, funny joke, let's get real now.' But what Beca had said was…
"We'll take it."
Chloe had had been unable to speak, her ears filling with white noise for a second as the world faded out. "Becs..?" There was no way –
But the salesman was already shaking hands with her wife. "We actually have a fully loaded one on the lot, in that color. It won't take long to get the carriers together; we can load them in the cargo area for you."
The world came back in an instant. "Wait. That's – Beca. How can we?"
Beca reached over and took her hand. "Yes. We can. Joel Cain signed with the label Monday. I got a bonus. This one's for you. But I'd have done it anyway without it."
Chloe barely restrained from throwing herself in Beca's lap out of excitement. The news that Beca had actually gotten Joel to sign with the label was aca-mazing and she was so proud of her. The prospect of a new car was just a cherry on top.
She turned around. "So, wait." The salesman looked up from gathering the paperwork. "You have one of these, with all this." She pointed at all the checkmarks she'd made on a list. "In stock. Now. On this lot."
"Yes, ma'am." He smiled at her. "You'll get to drive it out of here once we get the paperwork done." He stood. "I'll go work with the finance guys. I'll be back."
Beca nodded. "Thanks, Barry."
Chloe was up the second he was out of the office and pulling Beca to her feet. She hugged her tightly before pulling back to look her in the eyes. "Are you-"
Beca shut her up with a kiss. "Positive. We got this, love."
Chloe let out another squeal and pulled her into another tight hug.
Best. Birthday. Ever.
~B~
Stopping at home to drop off Beca's car, the two of them were going to go for a drive in Chloe's new car. Beca took advantage of it and ran up to their room to brush her teeth. Midway she wandered over to her closet, thinking about changing to a lighter top, and as she turned around, she happened to look out her window, thinking she'd get Stacie to help her take out all the carriers and store them in the garage.
Her head slowly tilted, the brush idly held in her mouth. "Huh. So. Aubrey's a boob woman. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised."
She continued to watch, without really thinking about it, as across the way a topless Stacie was standing at the foot of their bed, head thrown back, while an equally topless Aubrey nuzzled at her breasts. Beca noted the way Aubrey would pull back a little before swooping back in and –
"HOLY FUCK! WHAT AM I DOING?!" Beca's eyes shot wide in panic, the toothbrush angled out of one corner of her mouth, forgotten. "WhatdoIdoohgod."
Beca, in full prudish panic mode, spun to look back into her own room. This was something she should not be seeing right now. Though, really, to be more honest, this was something she wasn't sure if she was allowed to see… yet. That was a different animal all together and one she didn't really have time to work out right then thanks to her current level of freak out.
Cautiously, she closed her eyes and turned around, fumbling for the string to close the blinds. She finally found it by blind luck and started to close them. Until it jerked to a halt. "Oh of COURSE you get stuck right now. Jesus Christ." Beca jerked at the cords in her frustration. "Goddamned…. Blinds… fuckery… always happens… when it's least convenient. Which is always." The blinds snapped all the way up with a crash. "Fucking…"
Beca opened her eyes in frustration, momentarily forgetting why she had closed them. Until a vivid reminder sprang into view as Aubrey's arm looked like it was moving back and forth, hand below Beca's line of sight, and Stacie had wound her own hand into the back of Bree's hair, pulling her head back, bringing Aubrey's chest into sharp relief. "Oh my God. They're totally sexing in front of my eyes." She frantically tried to get the blinds down, but every time they got halfway they would stick and she would have to rake them to the top and start again.
She was so caught up in her curse laden and ongoing battle with the window treatments that it took her a minute to realize something had changed. Against her will, she looked across their yards before she could stop herself.
Aubrey and Stacie, still TOPLESS for fucks sake, were standing in the window, watching her. Beca watched as Aubrey's hand came up, but it felt like everything was moving in slow motion like some film about an existential crisis Jesse had made her watch in college. The hand waved back and forth and Beca's eyes shifted over as Stacie started laughing. Beca didn't think her eyes could get wider as the panic mixed with mortification at being caught and, well yes, hello there lust. She swallowed as Stacie stepped behind Aubrey, her hands coming up to cover Aubrey's breasts until Aubrey grabbed one, pushing it down over her stomach. And lower. Aubrey's head leaned back against Stacie's shoulder and that's about when Beca mentally slapped herself. Repeatedly.
Completely unsure which emotion swirling through was stronger, though mortification was tying with too-rapidly-rising lust, she flattened herself against the wall like a cat burglar caught in the act. A high pitched hysterical giggle filled the room. "Maybe... yeah, no... Maybe they didn't see me… Maybe?"
"Becs?" She could hear Chloe's voice coming up the stairs. "Are you ok, babe?"
"Yes! Yeah. Yep. Everything is fine. Here. In our room. Nothing. Uh. Nothing is going on across the way. Nope." Beca's eyes darted around the room even though she wasn't sure what she was looking for. Maybe just an escape from the moment.
"I…" Chloe stopped in the doorway. Beca knew how she must look, pressed into the wall. Her eyes felt wide and probably crazy and, oh yeah, she had been brushing her teeth, so she probably looked rabid on top of it.
'Fuck, I totally look like a rabid fucking cat burglar right now.'
"What's all this?" Chloe's finger wiggled at her. "This is new." She walked into the room.
Beca waved her back as she hissed, "No, they'll see you!"
"Who?" Chloe moved over and looked through the window. "And why are you whispering?"
"Aubrey and Stacie! They're –" Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth, unable to say the words. Chloe just stared at her, waiting. "TheyarehavingthesexandIthinktheysawmelooking."
Chloe looked at her like she'd just grown horns. "Did you just say 'having the sex' like an old person?"
Had she? "Oh my god. Maybe?"
Chloe said, slowly. "I thought you were interested in this kinda thing. Isn't that why we had our big talk?"
"We had our talk. I don't know if they did! I don't know if we're allowed!" Beca flailed her arms. "This is like - sacred stuff if you're not allowed!"
"Well – Oh." Chloe stopped, her inflection changing to greatly intrigued as she leaned toward the window. "Are they naked?" She didn't sound scandalized, like Beca thought she should, but this was Chloe and she was always more open with the 'sex stuff' as Beca had once called it.
"OH MY GOD. DON'T LOOK. Close the blinds, they're not working for me again!"
Chloe stepped closer to the window. "Oh. Why, yes they are. Aubrey just turned her back to us and pushed Stacie down on her knees." She sounded curious, more than anything, and Beca couldn't believe she was standing their calmly like she was describing a golf game. "And… OK. Bree obviously keeps up her training more than I thought. I didn't know that her leg could go that far to the side. Maybe Stacie's been working with her on her splits." After a pause, Chloe cracked up at her own statement. "In more ways than one."
Beca felt trapped between two very strong emotions. She still firmly believed that she wasn't allowed to see any of that because the four of them haven't had a talk about it. But, ok, yeah. She kinda wanted to look.
Instead she just looked up as Chloe asked her, "Do you think we should get a notepad and offer scores on the most difficult positions? Or take notes, in case, you know."
Beca eyes slipped closed. "Oh. My. God."
"Like, I feel I should get popcorn and take the drive later." Chloe snickered. "We'll just watch Stacie take Bree for a drive."
"Dude! Privacy!"
Chloe scoffed. "Hey, they're the ones that didn't close the blinds once they realized you were ogling them."
Beca's response was instant and indignant. "I was not ogling!" Except she was fully aware that was a lie. She totally had been. And, if she were to start being honest with herself, maybe wanted to do again.
"Then?"
"We're not allowed yet!" But, Bree had been standing there, letting Stacie touch her, knowing Beca was watching. Maybe they were allowed. Curiosity was now rising beside the other emotions clamoring for her attention.
"Yet?" Chloe turned to look at her, one hip resting against the window sill.
"IF EVER. Oh my god." Beca idly wondered how many times had she said 'oh my god' in the last five minutes alone.
Chloe's eyes turned back to the window and widened. "Oh, my."
Beca couldn't fight it anymore, she had to look. She was only human after all. She leaned forward and peeked around the window frame. The window across the way was empty. She turned her eyes to Chloe, who quickly stepped back out of range, laughing.
"You should see your face right now." Chloe's eyes sparkled in the sunlight.
"You're lucky it's your birthday." Beca paused and had to take a deep breath as Chloe's smile widened. "And still that pretty." She closed her eyes and took another breath. "I can't believe you punked me like that."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that. Most of it was true."
"What?" Beca blinked at her, feeling like she was still running a few steps behind.
"Yeah, no. They dropped to their bed just before you looked. But everything else totes happened."
"So. They're totally having sex. Right now. While we're talking about it." Beca said it slowly, as if she were processing at half speed. "Just… out of sight.
Chloe was already nodding. "Oh, totes. If we got the step stool we'd probably be able to look over and down onto the bed. We could always ask them to move it in front of the window for next time."
Beca stared at her. "You… can't be serious?"
Chloe stepped up to her and gently took the toothbrush that Beca had forgotten about out of her mouth. "Can't I?" She placed a kiss to the corner of Beca's mouth and put the toothbrush in her hand. "Why don't you finish that up and we'll go for a ride, yeah?" She spun on her heel and sashayed out the door, with far more hip sway than was necessary outside of a strip tease or catwalk.
"Uh…" Beca felt what was left of her brain melt and settle between her thighs. She called after her, "I mean… we could always give a return show…?" She ignored the quiver the thought of the others watching her and Chloe sent through her. There was already too much going on in her head to add that to the mix.
But Chloe was already downstairs, leaving Beca alone with her toothbrush and the knowledge of what was going on in the house behind her.
"Maybe I have time for a cold shower before we leave." Beca muttered to herself as she went back in the bathroom to rinse out her mouth.
~A~
Aubrey pushed her chair back from her dining room table and stretched her legs out. "I can't eat another bite."
"Dinner was amazing, Bree, thank you." Chloe reached over and squeezed her hand.
"Anything for the birthday girl." Aubrey smiled at her before cutting a look at Beca. "Nice ride you got your girl."
Beca jumped, a guilty look flashing over her face. "What?"
"The Caddy." Stacie let out a whistle. "That is one nice looking tank you picked, Chloe."
Beca leaned on the table. "I couldn't tell you liked it, what with the lying on the hood like you were at a car show. Again."
Chloe snorted with laughter but ignored her. "I know, right? Totally over the top. But… The ride was so smooth." Chloe winked as Stacie leered at her. "But, it'll keep me and the kids safe in the event that something stupid happens." She sat up in her chair. "Plus, we can totally take all our gear in one car now, including our bikes, when we want to torture Beca with nature."
Beca's face morphed into a frown. "I don't mind nature." She scratched her nose. "I like sitting by the pool. It's the 'peddling through heat' thing that gets me."
"Cardio is good for you, Becs." Stacie leaned over to ruffle her hair but Beca ducked out of the way.
"Why am I always saying 'why cardio' to you people?" Beca huffed and drank the last of her wine.
"Because you love us." Aubrey said it simply. It was a fact that could still surprise her once in a while.
"Touché." Beca shrugged. "Fine, we'll take a trip soon. And I won't even bitch about it. Much."
"I'll believe that when I see it." Stacie leaned one elbow on the table. Aubrey recognized the look on her face and tried to keep hers expressionless. Stacie had already talked to her about what was going to happen next. Aubrey was kind of looking forward to it. "Speaking of seeing." Beca froze in the act of picking up the wine bottle to pour them all a bit more. Chloe reached over and took it, doing it for her.
"I don't suppose we could all agree to never speak of this?" Beca's face was turning an interesting shade of red that Aubrey hadn't seen before.
"Isn't the phrase 'never speak of this again'." Aubrey nodded her thanks at Chloe and picked up her refilled glass.
"No, 'again'. Period. I would really like to not…"
Stacie interrupted. "Talk about how you totally were getting off on-"
"I WAS NOT." Beca looked embarrassed. "I didn't even mean… It was an accident… The blinds wouldn't close…"
Aubrey started to laugh. "That's what gave you away, by the way." Chloe looked at her quizzically as she sat down. "The blinds were just going up and down."
Stacie snickered. "It was like some sort of fucked up Morse code and went on for like - ever."
"Oh god, please let me die right now." Beca slumped forward and put her head in her hands.
"Aww." Chloe reached over and rubbed her arm. "It's ok, Becs. We're all friends here. Very close friends apparently." Beca just groaned again.
Aubrey took pity on her. "Beca." Her tone pulled Beca's eyes up immediately. "It's ok." The echo to her conversation with Stacie wasn't lost on her. "I'm not mad. I mean, obviously. We waved at you." She decided to leave it unspoken that they just as obviously were putting on a show.
"Me either, if anyone cares." Stacie waved at the table.
"I've seen you parade through the Bella house when you forgot a towel," Beca said dryly.
Stacie waved her hand across the table. "Like Aubrey said. We're not mad." And her voice changed at the last word, making Aubrey narrow her eyes. "It was ridiculously hot, actually."
Aubrey laughed as Beca took a huge gulp of wine. "Stace," she chided, though she thought it was obvious she didn't mind.
Stacie held up her hands. "What?! It was!"
Stacie was absolutely right, and it still greatly surprised Aubrey that she had felt the same way. It was hot enough that Aubrey didn't even think about pulling away or closing their blinds, which was what she would have done before her talk with Stacie the month before. But today… and she didn't really know what all Beca had seen before they saw her, though she could guess. The thought that Beca might have been watching when Aubrey had slid her fingers into Stacie – well that was enough to cause more than a little arousal even all these hours later. It had made her bold enough to stand there, proudly. Agree to let Stacie cup her breast from behind, to push Stacie's hand down between her legs to see how long Beca would watch them. To wonder how it had made Beca feel to watch it. If she… enjoyed it and was affected as strongly as Aubrey was by knowing Beca was there.
Aubrey smiled to herself. Though even in that moment, she had known that Beca's top emotion was going to be panic. So it didn't surprise her when Beca had quickly darted out of view, but it may have disappointed her just a little, which did surprise her a bit. And while they had chuckled over it, it hadn't changed what they were doing. Not even when Chloe took Beca's place. Though, she admitted, she had turned her back, not quite ready to be that open. Literally, considering what Stacie was doing with her mouth at the time.
'Lord, we really all need to talk about this soon. There are too many different ways this could fall apart if we don't.' Aubrey shifted in her chair, both hating and enjoying the frission of desire stretching its claws down her spine. 'Not tonight, but soon.'
Chloe traced the rim of her glass. "You guys were just celebrating the holiday."
All of them looked at her, confused, but it was Beca who asked it. "What holiday?"
Chloe shrugged. "Hump Day."
As the others cracked up, Chloe simply sipped her wine, looking beyond pleased with herself.
Beca wiped a tear from her eye. "I walked right into that."
Chloe nodded. "Both eyes. Wide open."
Aubrey stood up. "Alright, I'll clean the table, you guys go sit on the couch."
Beca stood and stretched. "I'll help." She waved her hand dismissively when Aubrey tried to stop her. "Whatever, it'll get done faster. Besides, it's not like the Bella house days, you guys have a dishwasher. I just gotta rinse and throw them in."
Aubrey shook her head but relented. With Beca's help they were done quickly, which Aubrey kind of wished they weren't. She and Beca didn't get to spend quiet time like this together very often. Maybe that needed to be another thing that happened soon. Find some reason to send their wives out to play while she and Beca… Well, she wasn't sure yet, exactly, but she had a half image of Beca working on music while Aubrey read over contracts on the couch in Beca's studio. It was a warmly domestic image that she usually associated with Stacie or, back in their college days, studying with Chloe. It helped tamp down the lingering desire into simple contentment.
The thought made Aubrey smile as she walked back into the living room and found Stacie braiding Chloe's hair. She settled on the other side of the sectional with Beca. "Birthday braids. Good choice." She'd just leaned back when she remembered that they still had to give their gifts. "Oh! I'll be right back." She set down the wine glass she'd brought in with her and went upstairs to her office. She had to lift a few folders until she found what she was looking for.
She laughed as she came back down. "We almost forgot." Aubrey set the two envelopes on Chloe's lap before sitting down again. "Happy birthday, Chlo." She sat back down beside Beca who handed her the wine glass again. "Thanks, B."
Chloe ran her fingers over them. "Aw, you guys. You didn't have to."
Beca snorted into her glass. "She's on this 'it's just another day' kick today."
"Except it wasn't just another day. You guys have all made it kind of perfect. I need to find a word better than 'perfect.'" Chloe smiled. "Guess I haven't reached Grandma Stage after all."
Aubrey was indignant. "I certainly hope not. I don't like to think what that'd say about me."
"That you're old." Beca deadpanned beside her before grinning impishly as Aubrey's jaw dropped. "Which you most definitely are not."
"Nice save." Aubrey raised her glass slightly before turning back to Chloe expectantly. "Well?"
"Hold on, just gotta do the ends." Stacie finished her braid and sat back to admire her handiwork. "There. Perfect." She nodded. "Go on."
Chloe picked up the first envelope, her name in Aubrey's neat handwriting, and opened it eagerly. "Ooh. A spa day before the reunion?!" She looked up at Aubrey, eyes dancing. "I love you!"
Aubrey laughed. "Glad you like it. I wasn't sure-"
"Are you kidding? A day being pampered with my bestie? What's not to love?" Chloe looked back down at the reservation and ran her fingertips across it. "Seriously Bree, I can't wait." She folded the paper and put it back in the envelope before turning to the other, unlabeled, envelope in her lap.
Beca nudged Aubrey. "You did good. The timing on that is perfect. She always worries, though she won't admit it, about the reunion."
"That's cause of Alice." Aubrey's lip curled. She wasn't always as thrilled about her reunions as she once thought she would be. There was always that bit of tension when they walked in, waiting to see if she'd hear 'Oh, it's you slut bags' from the side. It hadn't happened yet, which made the rest of the night more enjoyable. Well, and that and all the rest of her Bellas, new and old. She was learning to just enjoy watching Beca scan the area before leading them in and stop letting it get to her. Once the pressure was off, they always had a good time.
"You mean That Whore Alice™." Beca's lip curled to match.
"Let's… not think of her now." With Beca nodding, Aubrey turned back as Chloe started laughing and threw her arms around Stacie.
"You're welcome."
Beca looked confused as Stacie's words were directed at her instead of Chloe. "What?" She looked from her wife to her friend as Chloe continued to giggle helplessly. "I'm missing something."
Her words caused Chloe to laugh harder and Aubrey couldn't help but laugh with her. "Chlo, you'll have to show her."
Chloe handed over the card she'd opened. Aubrey watched Beca scan the flowery and sentiment laden Hallmark moment.
"Yeah?" Beca shook her head. "I don't get it." She took the paper that Chloe then handed over.
The font for the first two lines was huge, Stacie was just obviously trying to fill the entire page in landscape mode. The rest of the lines were in slightly smaller print below.
One IOU for Chloe Beale
Sex Toy Shopping Sextravaganza
And some lunch if we work up an appetite being hot.
Which, let's face it. We will.
Because we're hot.
From Stacie Conrad
"Oh for the love of…" Beca began to laugh helplessly, leaning on Aubrey.
Stacie beamed as she patted Chloe's back and pulled away. "Exactly, B. For the love." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Making."
They were interrupted by Chloe's phone, and they knew it was hers because "Makeba – Dirty Ridin' Remix" was the ringtone blasting from the kitchen. Beca had made it for her last month and Chloe hadn't gotten bored yet. She wiped her eyes as she got up, kissing Stacie once before heading into the other room to answer it.
"Are you saying you think I need help in bed, Stacie?" Beca mock glared.
Aubrey's eyes widened. "Oh Beca, I don't think you wanna start…" but Stacie grinned wickedly.
"I dunno, B. Yet."
"Oh… Jesus." Beca's face instantly turned red. "I… Yeah, nope. I surrender. Right now."
Whatever else they might have said was interrupted by a loud squeal of joy from the kitchen. "You are!? WHEN!" Chloe rushed out into the living room. "Guys! It's Jessica and Ashley, they're moving to LA!"
"That's aca-mazing!" Aubrey clapped once and echoed Chloe, "When!?" while Stacie and Beca let out a cheer at the same time.
Chloe just waved her hand. "Shhh. Uh huh… Yeah… No. Oh totes!" She was nodding and smiling like a bobblehead; it always made Aubrey happy to see Chloe so excited. "Definitely. I'll call you tomorrow when I find his card." A short pause, then, "No, we're at Staubrey's having dinner." She looked back at the rest of them who were watching her with various degrees of affection.
Aubrey felt her heart thump at the nickname. It may have started as a joke but she loved how it tied her to Stacie. Beca, of all people, said she felt the same way about Bloe, even though it had come up at one of the lowest points of their relationship.
Chloe was nodding, "Sure, one sec. Girls, Jessley wants to say hi." That was another Amy nickname that had stuck. She often joked that her nicknames had the power to make couples, and with a 3 out of 4 success rate, she might be on to something. She'd tried to make "LillyRose" a thing in college and while everyone had known that was doomed to failure, they were all not-so-secretly happy it had crashed before it left the gate.
Chloe switched from a voice call to FaceTime and Jessica and Ashley appeared on the screen as she turned it toward the couch. Their faces were pressed together as they yelled, "We love you guys! We won't have to miss you anymore!"
Aubrey, Beca and Stacie yelled "We love you!" at the phone, trying to see who could be louder.
Beca threw herself at Stacie and tried to cover her mouth. "No fair, your lungs are bigger because you're taller and they have to support your giant boobs!"
"That's not how bodies work, Beca!" Stacie pushed her back and they fell into an impromptu wrestling match on the couch. It seemed to be more tickling and squealing than headlocks. Aubrey watched them, smiling with affection.
Aubrey heard Ashley ask, "Do they do that often?"
"Unfortunately." Chloe mock sighed. "They're like teenagers sometimes."
"What, like all horny all the time? What, ow, stop hitting me Jessica. It's a legit question for those two!" Ashley rubbed her arm.
"Perv." Jessica wrapped her arm around Ashley's head from behind and covered her mouth. "Sorry about her."
"It's not like she's wrong." Chloe turned the phone around and winked.
"Ha." Ashely pulled the hand away from her mouth. "But we'll let you guys get back to your after dinner wrestling whatever. Happy Birthday again, Chloe."
"Wait! We have to sing! Chloe, go sit with the girls." Jessica cleared her throat.
"When did you get so bossy?" Beca asked as she waved Aubrey over to the couch on the other side of Stacie as she flopped breathlessly back into.
Aubrey rose and went were directed. "Hi. Would you like to be pot or kettle?" She laughed as Beca stuck out her tongue when Chloe sat down between Beca and Stacie. "Shall I count us down for old time's sake?"
"Thanks, Bree." Ashley said as Jessica smiled widely.
Aubrey switched her gaze from the screen to her best friend.
She counted, softly, "1, 2, 3, 4."
By the end of the beautifully, if she said so herself, harmonized rendition of "Happy Birthday" Chloe was a sniffling mess. Aubrey reached behind Stacie to give a soft tug on Chloe's braid and got a watery smile in response.
As they all wished Jessley a good night, Aubrey once again thanked the Universe for putting these women in her life. She couldn't imagine anything different or anything that could make her life more complete.
"What was that about finding a card?" Beca ran her knuckles down Chloe's cheek, smiling when Chloe captured it in her own and brought it to her lips.
"Oh. Uh." She sniffed once, clearing her throat. "They're moving. Like, soon. End of July soon. So they wanted to know if there was any housing here."
"Oh there's totally empty houses!" Aubrey sat up on the couch. "That would be aca-awesome."
"Totes, right? I'm going to call them tomorrow when I find that guys number."
"Oh I have it in my rolodex! I'll give it to you before you head home for the night."
"Of course you still have a rolodex." Beca rolled her eyes.
"That's saved your bacon once or twice, DJ Titanium. Like when you lost the number for AND forgot the name of the client you were supposed to show around the office last year?"
"Oh. Yeah. Right." Beca shrugged. "One of us has to be an adult, I suppose."
Stacie asked, "I really like adult things, does that count?"
Beca answered, "No" at the same time Chloe and Aubrey said, "Yes."
Stacie was smug. "You're outvoted, B."
"Yeah yeah. I'm getting used to it." Beca rubbed at the side of her nose with her middle finger.
"Real mature." Aubrey raised an eyebrow.
"You still love me."
Aubrey sighed. "Unfortunately."
"Ha." Beca sat back against the couch. "I win."
Aubrey grinned to herself as Stacie spoke up, not-so-subtly redirecting the conversation. "Hey, Chloe. Are you getting a personalized license plate?"
"Oh man." Beca leaned forward again. "This is going to require alcohol." She leaned over and grabbed her glass from the other side of the table. "For the record, I still think ACA AWES would be fine."
Aubrey laughed looked at her quizzically and back at Chloe, who perked up. "That does sound like you, so what else could you be thinking of?"
"I'm just having problems deciding between two." Aubrey just twirled her finger, asking her to keep going. "OK, here they are. I-M-T-H-T-T-S." She watched as they tried to put it together.
After a second of silence, Beca offered. "I'm the tits."
Aubrey choked out a laugh. "Chloe!"
Chloe giggled and waved a hand. "No wait. There's one more. W-R-T-H-T-T-S."
"'We are the tits'?" Stacie laughed. "That's actually more perfect than ACA AWES, Becs."
"Bingo!" Chloe laughed. "I lean more toward the second, because of the whole 'we' thing. That could be my team or my wife, and it's always going to mean the Bellas. Or all of the above."
Aubrey winced. "But, Chlo… What will your kids' parents think?"
Beca pointed at her. "See? Adult."
Chloe's face fell and Aubrey felt bad. "Oh. I didn't think of that."
"Who cares?" They all looked at Stacie. "They're not paying for it. And she's already established herself as a responsible, and trophy winning I might add, instructor. That suddenly won't change cause she quasi has 'tits' on her license plate." Chloe's smile was getting wider by the second. "They're not the ones in her bed. Who cares what they think?"
"What does the bed have to do with anything?" Beca asked but now Aubrey was nodding.
"All good points, hon."
Stacie waited the slightest fraction of a beat. "No, those are on her chest."
It was just long enough that both Aubrey and Beca were taking a drink and it caused them to simultaneously snort and almost shoot wine out through their nose.
Chloe looked coyly at Stacie and smiled. "Thanks."
Stacie just leaned back and smiled smugly.
Chloe bounced in place. "So, Bree. What all does this spa have?"
Aubrey jumped up and grabbed her hand. "Oh! I forgot to include the brochure in the card. C'mere, it's upstairs. I can get you that number too." She tugged until Chloe got to her feet. "We'll be back. Behave while we're gone, will you?"
Beca groaned as they headed upstairs. "You know that just makes Stacie think inappropriate things, Bree."
~S~
After she watched them head out of the room, Stacie looked back and smirked as Beca eyed her narrowly. "It's like you expect me to jump your bones immediately or something."
"I ain't givin' you no ideas." Beca sipped from her glass and Stacie saw something shifting behind her eyes. "So, that party that I stupidly suggested we throw."
Stacie scooted back until she could lean on the arm of the couch. "Yeesss. Not one of your smartest moves, inviting all our offices."
Beca groaned. "I know. I was in a good mood. Or drunk. Or in a good mood while drunk, I don't know. Whatever. I think we need to plan better this time, though."
"What do you mean?"
Beca ticked them off on her fingers. "Last time we ran out of chips before the sun even went down. There was an emergency ice delivery that had to be made by 8. We almost ran out of beer. The last person didn't Uber their ass out until like 3 in the morning." That last was said just a little too casually, but Stacie couldn't find anything in it that felt like it needed to be hidden.
She tilted her head. "You think they'll be here late again?"
"The party is bigger." Beca shrugged. "I mean, the invite said to be ready to Uber, no exceptions." Beca rolled her eyes. "But in a more… office politics correct way. Thanks to Bree and her lawyer-ese."
Stacie laughed. "You gotta admit it does come in handy sometimes."
"Whatever. But…" And her eyes did that shifting again. "Yeah. I think it's going to be really late before we get the last one out the door." She cleared her throat. "Thankfully we have both Sunday and Monday to recover. I had one mother of a hangover last year."
Stacie thought she was starting to see what Beca might be getting at peeking around the edges. It had crossed her mind that the party was a perfect time to see if they were all ready to maybe do this thing. Or start the actual talk about it. And, if the past few weeks had been any indication – hell, today alone was like a giant signal fire - it really was just a matter of time. But Beca had a point. They were all super drunk last year. Stacie actually didn't remember the last person leaving or going to bed. She had woken up in her party outfit, makeup smeared all over her pillow like a cheap whore on a bender. Even Aubrey, while she'd managed to wash off her makeup and change into pj's, took at least another hour to wake up after Stacie had crawled her way to hug their toilet.
Maybe… this was Beca's way of telling her to wait. That the answer would be 'yes'. Eventually.
Or Stacie was totally full of shit and reading things that weren't there.
She decided to ignore it for tonight and focus on what she could answer without asking potentially awkward questions. "You're right. Ok, so how about this year…" She thought a minute while Beca waited. "I know Bree has that full list of food and drink. I'll look at it and see if she accounted for those random outages. Knowing her, she probably did, but I'll check." Stacie suddenly grinned. "Have you gotten the playlist ready?"
Beca groaned. "No! Chloe keeps adding things and now Aubrey keeps texting me her ideas."
Stacie laughed. "That doesn't surprise me. Is this too much for you, DJ Titanium?" And for once she didn't mean any of the underlying things that could, and usually did, mean.
Beca glared at her. "Don't insult my honor, Legs."
Stacie dodged the decorative pillow thrown at her, laughing easily.