Sorry I've taken so long to update, I've been on holiday with no wifi (argh)! I will try and make it up to you guys by (hopefully) a next chapter soon; not making any promises though...

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Beca mumbled angrily to herself as she turned the corner getting closer to her destination. She couldn't believe this was happening. The sun was beating down on the petite brunette, but fortunately there was a gentle breeze approaching from the left as she reluctantly walked the journey to the gym.

She hated most forms of exercise; the worst of the worst being the gym. And you could tell she hated it by her heavy footed walk, kicking the occasional stone as she went by and she felt weirdly uncomfortable in the form fitting clothing that clinged tightly to her body. But she was never going to back down or otherwise she'd have an angry Stacie to deal with and she would have failed herself; her worst critic, the person who looked back in the mirror. Plus, it was probably a good idea to go as she felt guilty sharing that pepperoni pizza last night; she had eaten most of it and she also felt self-conscious as Stacie had said that she was getting a small food baby.

But there was no going back now as she pushed open the glass doors, entering the building, walking briskly past the front desk. A beefy stocky man sat behind it. She walked into the locker room, checking the sign on the door attentively to avoid an awkward and embarrassing mistake. Stuffing her bag filled with shampoo and a change of clean clothes into a annoyingly small locker, she slung her towel over her shoulder, looking professional and prepared herself to go pump some iron.

As she dawdled into the gym, the overpowering smell of sweat and metal flew into her nostrils. As she journeyed deeper into the white room with a long mirrored wall that looked never ending, she felt even more out of place. Most people in here were almost twice the size of the intimidated brunette and were deeply tanned, contrasting with her ghostly white complexion. The equipments dotted around the large room looked more like instruments of toture nothing like those to help increase your muscle size. This didn't help Beca decide what machine to use first.

She decided on the safest opinion: a treadmill. That was pretty much the only machine she would be able to identify in this room as she screwed her face up at passing bulky silver machines. She soon found the treadmills. There were only two and one was already occupied, this consequenting in her casual walk to become brisk, so no one else would claim it before her, causing the brunette to have to reluctantly use something else.

But as she walked closer to the machines she noticed the woman of whom was purely focused on her running on the treadmill. Beca smirked wildly as she watched the woman run, her red hair that had been pulled into a ponytail, swishing around, her vivid blue eyes narrowed and beads of sweat tumbling down her neck towards the encasement of tight clothing she was wearing.

"Are you stalking me?" Beca questioned, capturing the redheads attention and her spreading smile as she recognised the smaller woman immediately.

"Beca!" Chloe said, surprise running through her voice, obviously she thought the gym was not Beca's scene, "I think you'll find I was here before you. So, you're the one doing the stalking."

"I don't stalk." Beca claimed, quirking her eyebrow up in protest.

"I beg to differ. Recount the night two weeks ago at mine." Chloe spoke with such ease, despite the fact her body was running at such a pace and her voice didn't even sound laboured nor did she break eye contact with Beca, confident she would not stumble or fall.

Beca tried to remember that night. It was as if her mind was scouring through files after files of memories to find it. And she soon did find it; remembrance flooding back to her swiftly.

It was after her lessons had all finished for the day. She had seen Chloe earlier and had asked when she would be home so Beca could pay her a little visit. Chloe had said she was going shopping straight after school. So Beca had turned up unintentionally early at the redhead's apartment; not realising how early she actually was. Chloe finally got back to her apartment, to find Beca sat outside her front door waiting patiently, for what seemed like hours to the now tired brunette.

"That was not stalking." Beca finally replied, trying to reason with the other woman.

"You waited outside for a solid two hours. If that's not stalking, I don't know what is." Chloe debated, still running.

"It wasn't that long." Beca said, maybe she did sound a little creepy, "and plus, I was only one time."

"One too many Beca."

Beca gave up reasoning with the redhead and decided to not rise up to it and actually do what she come here to. She dangled her towel on the side of the treadmill and walked precariously onto it. Gazing at the control panel, she punched in buttons hoping it would make it start reasonably slowly. It did, coming alive suddenly, causing Beca to vaguely stumble at the abruptness. Her feet soon got used to the unusual rubbery surface, in enough time as it quickened its pace, resulting in a respectable jog from the brunette.

"So what brings you to the gym Beca?"

"Oh, I'm here all the time, you know. Pumping some iron, working on my abs." Beca said, not turning to look at Chloe as it would knock her concentration but patted her stomach in unison with her reply.

"We both know that's not true." Chloe laughed as Beca was making it blatantly obvious she didn't work out monthly, let alone weekly due to her strange running technique and deep panting even though she'd only started running a couple of minutes ago. She prodded further with her accusations.

"Did you eat too much Taco Bell, is that your reason?

"No," Beca started but soon faltered at finding a sufficient excuse, "yes."

"Well you've got a long way to go Becs. And a measly two minutes on the treadmill isn't going to do anything."

"You sound like a personal trainer." Beca moaned, feeling the ache in her legs already.

"No back chat Sergeant Mitchell. Head down and run!" Chloe barked, lowering her tone and sugar coating it with authority.

"Yes Sir!" Beca cheekily chanted, complete with a salute, earning a scowled look from the older woman, which actually successfully motived Beca to keep on running.

It felt like Beca had been running for a long time until her leg muscles were screaming out to her in searing pain to stop running. She pressed a few buttons and the treadmill slowed down, eventually coming to a halt, so she could take a well deserved breather. This breather gave Beca enough time to check out Chloe, of whom was still running beside her as the now sweaty brunette had been too focused to opt a glance over to the other redhead while she had been exercising. Chloe was dressed in form fitting clothing, a tight dark blue strap top and grey gym tights. Both items were clinging to her body, showing her delicate curves and accentuating her perky backside, which Beca could not take her eyes from as it tensed and slightly jiggled as the redhead ran. Chloe looked as if she came to the gym regularly or had a very high metabolism as her arms and legs looked strong but not chunky; just with defined muscles and tanned skin wrapped around them.

Chloe eventually came to a halt with her perpetual running, walking off the treadmill to join Beca who didn't want to remount the machine again since her muscles were still burning. Chloe took a glug from her water bottle staring intently at Beca.

"How's the study sessions going?"

"They're okay. The teacher's kind of scary, so definitely motivating." Beca replied, looking scared just thinking if the woman.

"That's good."

Since their last fiasco in the library, Chloe had thought it was for the best that beca would get a new teacher for her needed study session; she had only managed one session, and they were supposed to meet twice a week. Her or Beca ceasing advantage of each other during or after a lesson was seen as unprofessional and unethical to Chloe; despite the fact their whole arrangement was the definition of that. It would be the best for everyone in the long term and Beca would finally understand and agree with her decision when she got the grades she wanted. Beca didn't like Chloe's decision one bit when the redhead had told her, liking that they could spend time with each other without the lying and sneaking around. But that was part of the fun.

"But she's old and doesn't give me the kind of rewards you do after we've finished the session." Beca moped, making Chloe feel good about her teaching abilities, even though they were beyond unethical when the certain brunette was involved.

"Yeah well, not all teachers can be like me."

"No," Beca said, a frown visible on her face. But it soon turned into a mischievous grin, "but that would be great. But my concentration levels would be even lower than normal and I would be exhausted all the time."

"Wishes may come true Beca." Chloe teased.

"Lets hope so. But while we wait, feel free to clone yourself. I could have a Chloe Beale for everyday of the week." Beca ranted, excitement running through her voice at her ideal teaching experience. Chloe merely rolled her eyes trying hard to conceal her smile at the brunette's cheeky grin and wink; the petite woman becoming undeniably cuter by the second.

The two woman stood in a comfortable silence, catching their breath, drinking from water bottles and dabbing their moist skin with absorbent towels, feeling colder as the droplets were swept away. Beca did have to admit she was enjoying herself, the redhead's encouraging words, presence and heartwarming smile, deeply helping her inaudible argument in favour of the gym.

Beca decided she would subtly thank the redhead for her help, not feeding Chloe's pride too much. She turned to speak to the woman but the redhead was pouring over something much more interesting. Beca followed Chloe's line of thoroughly engaged eyesight and noticed it landed upon a woman on the other side of the gym. Beca would have been less offended if the woman wasn't attractive, Chloe's eyes just happening to innocently land on her figure, for a moment and soon fluttering onwards. But the redhead was profoundly engrossed by the woman, and the woman on the receiving end of Chloe's intrigued orbs was attractive after all. She looked like the typical woman who would be on a billboard for the latest sportswear commercial, toned abs, tanned body, small figure and a nice ass, to Beca's disappointment. The lady's ass was the one feature Chloe could not peel her eyes off, a guttural mumble that sounded a lot like "Damn" seeped from Chloe's mouth as the woman bend down, stretching before her exercise and displaying her butt perfectly. Beca had to admit she was hot, but this had to stop.

"Chloe!" Beca snapped through gritted teeth, trying to tear Chloe from her daydream. Chloe connected her gaze with Beca's, raising her eyebrows in an innocent manner. But Beca could see straight through her act.

"What?" Chloe pondered, her voice reflecting her guiltless expression.

"Oh nothing." Beca said feeling annoyed at Chloe's attempt to hide the fact she was practically drooling over the woman across the room.

Chloe looked at Beca questionably, reading her peeved look and then to the woman she was happily gazing at before. As she looked back at Beca surprise was plastered on her face.

"Oh my god Beca, you're jealous!" Chloe claimed her mouth gaping. Never had she seen Beca jealous before, but the symptoms were practically flashing off her.

Beca laughed awkwardly before replying.

"No I'm not."

"You totes are!" Chloe exclaimed, incessantly prodding Beca with her assumptions. Beca just shook her head violently in response, feeling her cheeks burn red in embarrassment. God, maybe she was jealous!

But she wouldn't let Chloe defeat her, even when the redhead had her surrounded, virtually chanting that she was jealous as she punctured each word with a mocking poke to the body.

"Chloe get off!" Beca cried, trying to shield herself from the redhead's playful pokes. The only option was to retreat, so she followed suit of her idea and ran back to the changing rooms, narrowly avoiding the passing people.

She hurried into the cream tile walled changing rooms, immediately sitting down on the bench that almost surrounded the entire room apart from the archway to the showers. Beca took off her shoes and socks, feeling trapped in them and buried her face in her towel, trying to bury the unusual feelings she had had in the gym involving the redhead.

She wasn't feeling embarrassed because Chloe was checking out the another girl, that wasn't her. She was embarrassed because she had felt jealousy towards that girl. That feeling was only supposed to occur if she had feelings for Chloe other than friends with benefits or whatever situation they were in. Chloe could look at anyone she wanted, it wasn't like the redhead and the brunette were in a relationship together. Beca hadn't claimed Chloe for her own. But what she had just experienced was new to Beca and she didn't know if she liked it. Yes, sometimes she had feelings for the colourful redhead other than lust and but she knew they were wrong to feel; primarily due to the fact the university would strongly forbid their relationship if they found out.

Beca didn't know why she was thinking so diligently into this, she didn't even know how Chloe felt towards her. For all Beca knew, Chloe could be dating someone right now and not feel she needed to tell the small brunette. A feeling of regret washed over Beca as she thought of that last comment, now it would just fester within her, eating her alive, making her doubt what she had with Chloe. But Chloe would never do that to her, Chloe was kind and thoughtful and caring. Beca didn't need to think about this relationship; only feel. They were only having fun, the extra feelings she sometimes had were just misguided and confused.

Beca decided she should go out and face the redhead, when the door flew open almost unhinging itself as someone swept in with purpose. Beca couldn't see what was happening as her head was immersed in her towel, but as she lifted her head up to see the disturbance, an intruding hand clutched her roughly around the wrist, pulling her up and away in a blur of colours and light.

She felt her legs follow obediently to the pulling force, her eyes adjusting slowly to the speed and contrast of light from shortly before. She felt the thud of something cold behind her as she collided with it and she heard a swift zipping sound like paper being removed from its envelop. The brunette's dark blue orbs soon absorbed enough light to see again.

The redhead of whom Beca was just about to seek out, was standing before Beca with a mischievous grin while she pinned down the smaller woman to the wall. Beca happened to be in a shower cubicle with the redhead, the shower curtain tightly shut, to increase privacy. Before she could ask what Chloe was doing or make any sudden movements or sounds, the redhead started peeling off her workout clothes, discarding them onto the hooks on the wall of their cubicle.

Before Beca knew it, Chloe was standing in her dainty naked form, making Beca's eyes wonder down her curves in awe. As a pool developed between her legs, she felt hot and flustered and her clothes felt unusually tight around her body. Chloe looked intently into Beca's eyes before connecting their lips together, minimising the space. All Beca's doubt whizzing around in her head, melted away as Chloe's soft lips found hers and passionately mounded against them. Soon, tongues were weaving into each other's mouths and Beca's hands were dragging down the lean curves of Chloe's back in delight.

Chloe unhitched their lips, gliding her's up Beca's jaw and to her ear lob, softly biting on the flesh. Her hot breath tingling Beca's skin as she spoke huskily,

"We can't have a shower if you've still got your clothes on"

Chloe tugged at the bottom of Beca's top, in hope she'd get the hint. Beca did, quickly removing them, not wanting to miss a beat of what Chloe had planned.

The redhead reached her hand next to Beca who was still pushed up against the wall by Chloe herself, her other hand lazily pinning her down by her hip but Beca gave in easily as Chloe's nipple occasionally brushed her own, sending a chill down her spine. Chloe clutched the shower and the water started to trickle, eventually a downpour landed on the two women, droplets scooting down their figures as Beca this time reattached their recent kiss.

"I'm sorry I made you jealous." Chloe apologetically mumbled, still fiercely kissing the brunette. Chloe's tongue ran across Beca's bottom lip, her teeth biting at the soft flesh and tugging slightly. This caused Beca to moan her answer, a string of word that sounded vaguely like "that's okay" to Chloe.

Chloe waited until their tongue battle was over and they needed air, to speak her next comment.

"It's not okay." She said, lifting Beca's chin and looking into her eyes, pristine blue meeting sultry navy. Beca just smiled at Chloe's thoughtfulness.

"If it's any consolation, your ass is pretty cute." Chloe continued, practically growling as she squeezed Beca's butt with her outstretched hands for effect.

Cute? Beca thought, "Wow, you really know how to charm a girl, comparing their ass to a cuddly dog." Beca said, half amused, half annoyed.

"I only said it because it matches your personality." Chloe chuckled, knowing exactly how to get Beca annoyed.

"You're really not winning today."

The redhead quirked her eyebrow in protest and slowly laid kisses past Beca's jaw, down her neck, staying longer on Beca's sensitive spots and down to the intruding valley to breasts.

"Let me make it up to you." Chloe whispered, barely audible as she concentrated her attention on the mounds of flesh before her. She left a small circle of saliva around Beca's left nipple of where she had just been kissing, teasing the younger woman. Chloe's mouth soon enveloped the nipple, sucking, biting and flicking it with her tongue and teeth. Beca's moaned became noticeable as Chloe worked hard at teasing her, her left hand slowly massaging Beca's right breast.

Chloe removes her working hand and mouth to inspect her ministrations, happy with Beca's now erect nipples. She continued her recently paused journey down Beca's body, leaving a trail of invisible marks only Beca could feel, down her stomach and to her navel of where she irritatingly stopped.

By this time Chloe was on her knees on the cold floor, the water still gushing in her face. But she didn't care, she was more concerned with where Beca needed her the most. The redhead pushed her hand in between Beca's legs, attempting to separate them. Beca widened them obediently, moaning pleads as Chloe was so close to where she needed and wanted her. Chloe painstakingly ran her fingers up Beca's thigh, narrowly avoiding her heated center as she carried on down the opposite leg. She repeated this several times, much to Beca's dislike.

"Please," Beca whined huskily, and continued "Miss."

Chloe gave in as Beca must of really wanted her touch as she was using the unneeded 'miss' routine.

But Beca thought the redhead was just going to bypass her groans of want as Chloe carried on her lazy motif of running her hand up her leg, the touch alone making Beca's eyes flutter back. However, as Chloe reached the top of Beca's legs this time, she dipped a finger through the brunette's soaked folds, making her eyes clamp shut.

Seeing Beca in such ecstasy and feeling how unbelievably wet she was, Chloe couldn't help but replace her finger with her eager tongue. Running her tongue across Beca's radiating center and lapping up the brunette's tantalising juices were making both woman crazy with pleasure. Beca was pushed harder against the wall, as Chloe wriggled her tongue more forcefully around Beca's sensitive area. The icy tiles that pressed into her back left patches of freezing cold down it, but she didn't mind as it contrasted nicely with how hot and sweaty she was, due to the redhead's nimble touch. Loud groans spilled from Beca's mouth accompanied by mumbled curse words as Chloe thrusted her tongue deep into Beca. She used her skilled tongue to hit Beca's g-spot with every jab, pushing Beca closer and closer to the edge everytime.

Chloe's agile hands joined in in the pleasure making as they snaked up Beca's body landing on her breasts. The mounds of flesh were kneaded and tweaked by the redhead's slender hands adding to the immense enthralment that was about to boil over any second now. With a couple more expert thrusts from Chloe's tongue in all the right places, Beca tumbled over the edge, practically screaming. As beca hit her orgasm, pleasure coursed through her body sending shock waves down her spine, igniting fireworks inside her, making her toes involuntarily curl and cramp as the feeling was so strong.

As she came down from her high, the throaty screams and curse word entangled unintelligible sentences were silenced, in favour for heavy panting. Chloe slowly scrambled back onto her feet, coming face-to-face with Beca's, wearing a Cheshire Cat grin on her face. But Beca could not see due to her eyes were still closed, trying to savour the previous feeling as much as possible; but failing miserably. Chloe sighed contently and pushed strands on chestnut hair away from Beca's eyes, tucking them neatly behind her ears.

"Am I forgiven?" Chloe purred in Beca's ear, weakly from exhaustion. Beca's eyes slowly quivered open.

"It's a start."