Beca knocked on the door twenty minutes later, not looking exhausted, but definitely out of breath. Chloe let her in, quickly getting her a glass of water - a drink request that made more sense now - before leading her to the couch. "I am sorry that I seemingly forced Cynthia Rose to talk to you, but I didn't really have any other options."

The smaller woman took her time in taking a drink of water before she turned to Chloe, her dark blue eyes tinted with something the redhead didn't quite recognize. "I want you to full understand what this is going to be like," she started, setting the glass down on the table. "This is obviously not something I normally do, but it was the only thing I could think of." Beca leaned forward, pressing her lips to Chloe's, one hand coming up to tangle in her hair before pulling away slightly. "Six months with no kisses." Her free hand rested on Chloe's hip, toying with the hem of the shirt the redhead was wearing. "Tell me when to stop."

"Don't," Chloe breathed, her voice low.

Nodding, Beca slid her hand under the fabric, moving over the smooth skin slowly. "Six months without touching." She released her hold on Chloe's hair to unbutton the shirt, her eyes taking in the form. Her hand slowly moving over the bra, noting how Chloe arched her back as Beca's fingers slid over her nipples. "I need you to encourage this, Chloe, because this is something I am so unsure of.. that I am scared of.. and I have to know that you want this - need this - as much as I do."

Chloe decided, in that moment, instead of using words, she brought her hands up, pulling the tshirt off of the other woman before putting her lips to her neck, gently biting down on her pulse point, feeling heat race through her body as Beca moaned. Her fingers hooked into the belt loops, pulling the brunettes body closer to hers. "Bedroom," she mumbled, the couch not offering enough room for the contact she was craving. They stumbled to the bedroom, Chloe falling backwards onto the bed, Beca quickly climbing on top of her, pressing their bodies together, her fingers running gently over the scar on the redheads forehead.

"How'd you get that?" she asked, her fingers sliding down the womans cheek, to her neck, resting on her shoulder.

"I was seven," Chloe smiled. "I was playing basketball and there was some junk on the ground and I failed miserably at a layup and went face first into this pile of wood and metal and busted my head open. Twelve stiches."

Beca nodded, her hand suddenly continuing its journey south, playing with the strap on Chloe's bra. Wordlessly, the redhead leaned up, unhooking the back and watching as Beca slowly slipped it off. Chloe closed her eyes as Beca's hand began massaging one breast while her mouth immediately went to the other, licking and sucking until Chloe's back was arching off of the bed. "Too many clothes," Beca smirked, playing at the waistband of Chloe's pants. She undid the buttons, slowly pulling down the pants and the red underwear that matched the bra that was now on the floor.

She placed a soft kiss just above Chloe's ankle, then another slightly higher, her fingers trailing behind, almost tickling the skin. When her lips reached Chloe's inner thigh, she gently pushed her legs further apart, not wasting any time in sliding her fingers across the wetness, listening as the redhead inhaled sharply, her hands tangling in Beca's hair, almost pulling her closer. The brunette pushed two fingers into Chloe before closing her mouth around her clit, letting her tongue work the bud, becoming obsessed by the force with which Chloe was holding onto her hair, almost holdinf her in place. The redheads breath was coming in short gasps, almost whines, causing Beca to slow her pace, which earned her a firm tug from a fistful of hair.

Her fingers picked up their pace, her tongue matching it, feeding off of the throaty moans that were coming from the redhead. She could feel her tighten moments before her body went stiff, the most erotic scream-tuned-moan Beca had ever heard escaping her lips. Chloe took a moment to catch her breath, watching as Beca stripped herself of her remaining clothes, letting out a shocked yelp when the redhead pinned her to the bed, immediately dipping her head down, taking a nipple between her teeth, biting gently as she flicked her tongue over it, smirking against flesh as Beca's hips bucked.

Chloe ran her fingers over Beca's clit, slowly circling at a steady pace. The smaller woman let a sharp hiss out as Chlie bit down on her nipple as she slid her fingers into her, pushing her hand against the woman, her thumb keeping thecircular motions on her clit as her fingers stroked. Chloe could feel Beca's nails digging into the skin of her back, leaving burning paths in their wake. Her noises were addicting, driving her rhythm, bringing Beca to her orgasm, falling to the side of the woman, placing a soft trail of kisses from her shoulder to her neck, resting her chin on her shoulder and pulling the blanket over them.

They remained silent, Chloe drawing invisible circles on Beca's stomach, noting how the younger woman stared at the ceiling. "I'm scared," Beca whispered, almost twenty minutes later. Chloe didn't respond, instead placing her arm across Beca's waist, pulling her closer. "I knew when I enlisted that I might get deployed.. but I didn't know I was going to be this scared. But, the weird thing is, I am not scared for me. I am scared for you." She turned her head, looking at Chloe. "I am scared of how much you care about me, and I am scared of what it would do to you if I didn't come home."

"I don't let myself think about that."

Beca nodded slowly. "We can have friends and family come see us off at the base.. I want you to come, and I bet Cynthia Rose is going to tell Stacie to come, and we can introduce you to Aubrey. She can help you two out with how to cope with us being gone."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Chloe whispered, moving some hair from Beca's face. "You have to go back to base, don't you?" There was a hint of sadness in her voice that she couldn't hide.

"Yeah. But I have the two days before I leave that I can get a pass to be out overnight. There is an Inn that is for when visitors come into town. I'll get us a room and we can spend both days just like this," she replied, taking a few minutes to memorize the feel of the redheads arms around her. "I don't want to go. I don't want to go anywhere."

Chloe bit down on her lip, trying to stop the tears. If she let herself cry now, she knew it would be worse in the nights before Beca's deployment. "We can do this," she mumbled. "I'll spend my days at work and come sit in front of my computer in the hopes you get the free moments to Skype. I will send you cookies and pictures and letters. I will be your reason to come home."

"Promise?" Beca asked, her voice barely above a whisper. It didn't hide the amount of fear that had laced its way into the words.

"I promise."