Later That Night
"Oh my God, you're so impatient!" Beca's hands fumbled trying to unlock her room door. When Chloe had grabbed her by the waist and hugged her from behind, she had been perfectly fine. When Chloe's lips and tongue found their way to her neck, though, it was all just a little too much and she found that her coordination was failing.
"Oh, I'm the impatient one, am I?" Chloe whispered before taking Beca's earlobe between her teeth and tugging until it slipped free of her grasp.
The kiss they had shared right before the cab arrived had left Beca feeling a bit intoxicated. Once they had gotten into the car, though, she shook off the clouds and had felt keyed up. Admittedly, she had been somewhat frisky on the ride back from town, kissing Chloe in the back of the cab, her hand massaging Chloe's thigh.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Beca lied as she tried once more to get the key into the lock. When, yet again, she failed, she turned in Chloe's arms. "You need to let me focus on opening the door so we can get out of this hallway."
"You don't want to make out right here?" Chloe asked innocently as she pressed against Beca, pushing her back into the door. She leaned in, hovering within an inch of Beca's face. "I could take you right against this door if you wanted me to." A few breaths passed, ghosting over Beca's chin, before the brunette closed the distance between their lips.
When a group of people walked past them, some of them giggling, one guy saying, "Oh, hell yes," Chloe moaned, low and breathy, and kissed her deeper, pressed against her harder, further confirming Beca's preexisting suspicions that Chloe Beale was an unabashed exhibitionist.
She managed to pull her mouth away from Chloe's and say in a shaky, hoarse voice, "Seriously, Chlo. Let's get inside."
Chloe stayed flush with Beca and grabbed the key from her. She effortlessly slid it into the lock, turned, and opened the door. "After you."
Beca backed in and quickly crossed the room, feeling the need to get a little bit of distance between herself and Chloe, a little bit of air. The effect that Chloe had on her was consistently dizzying and she wanted to take a moment to collect herself. She took a few steadying breaths and set down her bag. After taking off her jacket and straightening her shirt, she turned back to Chloe, who was similarly shedding herself of her outermost layers.
For a moment, once they had stilled, they stood there, looking, taking in the sight of one another. Chloe finally broke the silence. "We could watch a movie. If you wanted to, or if…"
"No," Beca interrupted. "I mean, if you want to… Whatever. We can do whatever. I just want to be with you." She added the last part, her cheeks turning rosy.
Chloe raised an amused eyebrow, eyes bright. "We can do whatever?" She advanced towards Beca, appraising her from head to toe. Beca fidgeted, feeling scrutinized and vaguely nervous. Chloe stopped a few feet away, somewhat abruptly, her mouth open, somewhere between a thought and a voicing of that thought.
"What?" Beca asked when it seemed like Chloe was stuck in place.
"Nothing."
"Chloe, what?" Beca persisted, sounding borderline annoyed, but mostly just curious and a little uncomfortable.
She blinked a few times. "It's nothing. I was just… Sometimes…" Chloe broke her gaze and looked at Beca's shoes. "Sometimes I get… lost in you. Looking at you, kissing you."
There was a silence after that that spread between them and filled the entire room. "Oh," Beca finally offered when she felt like the walls might burst around them. Chloe flicked her eyes back to Beca's. "Me too. I mean…" she chewed on her bottom lip, "…yeah, me too." It was true. Chloe often made Beca feel lost or dazed or like she was maybe floating away. She also, at times, this moment for instance, had the ability to remove all traces of the brunette's eloquence.
Chloe looked at Kimmy Jin's bed. "I can't help but think about that time my roommate was away." Beca cringed and made an uncomfortable noise in the back of her throat. "No… Hey, I don't mean that," she assured Beca after seemingly reading her mind. Although, Beca surmised, this particular thought was quite obviously telegraphed. "Well, I guess that's part of it. But I mostly mean the part before that."
"Oh," Beca parroted, still feeling less than articulate.
Chloe raised on her tiptoes, her hands close against her sides, bunching into fists, then flaring her fingers out wide, "And I can't help but think about the cab ride and the hallway and the fact that we both tend to err on the side of impatience. Which is why I'm not kissing you right now. You make me feel… reckless."
Beca exhaled a breath that alleviated the tension she hadn't realized had been building within her since before they had made it inside her room. "I…" Beca closed her eyes and tried to wrangle all her emotions into something coherent she could offer Chloe. "I want you to be kissing me right now. I want," she chuckled, "I want to be impatient and not give a shit about what might happen if we get reckless or lost in each other or the moment or whatever. And I want…" Beca released a frustrated groan.
"Hey, listen," Chloe said, softly, finally making her way to Beca and placing her hands on the other woman's shoulders.
Beca drew in a terse breath and looked at Chloe.
"I just want to…" Chloe paused, making sure to be mindful of her words. "I want us on the same page. So if anything makes you feel…" She stroked a hand over Beca's cheek. "If you want to stop, or slow down, or whatever, just let me know. Just tell me. Ok?"
Beca wrapped her arms around Chloe's waist, holding her in a loose loop. "Ok."
Chloe smiled. "Promise me you won't run away again?"
Beca resisted the urge to apologize, again, for the way she had shut Chloe out and instead said, "This is my room. Where would I run to?"
Chloe moved her hands to link them around Beca's neck. "Do you promise?"
Beca kissed her, tender, patient. "I promise," she whispered.
Chloe kissed her back, matching her restraint. Even when they inevitably deepened the kiss, there was an almost lethargic quality to their movements, to the swipe of their tongues, to the roam of their hands. It reminded Beca of their first kiss, a thought that started in the middle of her chest and quickly spread to the ends of the earth, knocking her back a few inches and making her take in a sharp breath of air.
Their kiss broken, Chloe licked her lips then announced, "I'm hot."
"What?" Beca questioned, puzzled.
Chloe pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it onto Beca's desk chair. "I was hot. It's kind of warm in here."
Beca hummed her understanding. "You're still hot," she said simply, letting her eyes roam over Chloe's torso, the redhead's white undershirt hugging her body, her dark bra visible underneath. "Take off your shoes." Beca kicked her sneakers off and shrugged out of the open button-down she had been wearing, leaving her in only the sleeveless black tee underneath. She grabbed Chloe by the wrist and tugged her along as she made her way to sit on her bed.
Chloe rid herself of her boots, then stood in front of Beca, nudging her knees apart so she could inhabit the space between. With two fingers, she tilted Beca's chin upward, then used both hands to sweep the brunette's hair back, leaving her open to Chloe's view.
Beca held her gaze as long as she could, but eventually she felt the need to break the silence. She blinked and the beginnings of a smirk crossed her face. When her lips parted, Chloe ran her thumb over the corner of her mouth, between her lips, cutting off whatever Beca was going to say and replacing it with a breathy almost-moan.
"You're magnificent," Chloe said with such quiet affection, Beca's heart jumped behind her ribs. Not allowing her the chance to respond, Chloe bent down and kissed her, her face cradled in Chloe's hands.
They kissed like that, with more fervor than before, until Beca's neck began to protest from the strain of the angle. "Come here." Beca kissed her again and wrapped a hand around the back of Chloe's neck as she laid down. Chloe followed, kneeling above her, her knees framing Beca's hips.
Their mouths melted together. Beca could feel Chloe's body heat emanating from above and it drew her in. She squirmed, seeking contact, but Chloe stayed out of reach, teasing. Beca bit down on Chloe's bottom lip, a little harder than she normally would have, a little harder than she had meant to.
Chloe groaned and pulled away. She sat back on Beca's thighs and ran both her tongue and her finger across her lip. Without preamble, she pulled her shirt up and over her head. Beca watched as red hair was first trapped then sprung free, cascading over pale shoulders. Chloe grasped the hem of Beca's tank and said, "Give me this."
"So demanding," Beca commented, but she reached down, arching her back, pulling the shirt free and handing it to Chloe. "All yours."
Once settled, she pressed her hands flat against Chloe's stomach and curled her fingers around to trail up Chloe's sides. When she reached the bottom of her bra, she dragged her fingernails back down, scratching lightly against Chloe's ribs and stomach. She slipped her fingers just under the waist of Chloe's jeans and gripped firm, not pulling, just holding.
Chloe reached behind herself, unclasped her bra, and removed it in one fluid motion. Beca swallowed, her eyes wide, her nostrils flared. When she made no move to relinquish her hold on Chloe's pants, the redhead reached down to unbutton and unzip her own jeans. Gravity and Beca's grip pulled the front open.
Chloe hooked a finger into the front center of Beca's bra. "And this?" She playfully tugged a few times. "Can I have this, too?"
"Demanding and greedy." Beca sat up, propping herself on her arms, her torso at an angle to the bed. "Unhook it for me?"
Chloe hummed a low sound and reached around Beca's body to do as requested. "I might be a little demanding, Beca, but I'm definitely not greedy." She laid Beca back against her pillows and kissed her once before pulling away, taking the item of clothing with her and tossing it in the same general direction she had discarded Beca's shirt previously.
Chloe splayed her fingers out across Beca's lower abdomen, tapping her fingers into the flesh, softly humming a melody that the brunette didn't recognize. She grasped Beca's jeans between her fingers, one hand on each side of the top button. "And this?" She tugged once, making it clear what she was asking.
Beca closed her eyes and nodded silently, her lips pulled between her teeth. Chloe undid the button and pulled the zipper down, slow. When Beca felt Chloe's touch leave her, she opened her eyes and saw the redhead's hands roaming over her own body, over her stomach and up to her breasts, squeezing. Beca watched, transfixed, as Chloe's nipples hardened under her own touch.
"Beca," Chloe said, bringing the other woman's attention up to her face. "Do you want to touch me?"
Beca opened her mouth to respond, but only managed, "Uhh…"
"I want you to." Chloe said, licking her lips.
Her voice failing her, Beca nodded.
"Are you nervous?"
"Yes," Beca admitted after an extended pause.
"So am I," she said gently. She grasped Beca's hands and pulled them up so that they were against her ribs. "A little bit." She bent down and kissed Beca's jaw. "Why are you nervous?" She brought her attention to Beca's neck, licking, sucking, lightly nipping with her teeth.
"I think…" Beca moaned, interrupting herself. She turned her head to bring her lips together with Chloe's, feeling overwhelmed with sensation and needing to ground herself in order to finish the conversation. After a thorough kiss, she leaned back. "I think it's just because I've never done this before."
She knew that Chloe was already aware of that fact, but the admission sent an unexpected thrill through her that was only rivaled by the one caused by Chloe's response of, "Neither have I. Not really. Not with another woman." And Beca knew this too, but the words, along with the final addition of, "Not with you," sent her into overdrive. She kissed Chloe again, frenetic and needy, her hands cupping Chloe's breasts, her fingertips drumming over Chloe's nipples.
They became a mess of lips and limbs and teeth. Once they managed to kick out of the rest of their clothes, Chloe laid to the side of Beca, her leg draped over her hip, her hand massaging Beca's breast as they kissed. Chloe dragged her hand lower, down Beca's stomach, across the expanse of fluttering abdominal muscles. When she reached the spot below Beca's belly button, she stopped her descent, swirling her fingers in careless patterns over the skin, from one hip to the other back to the first.
"Beca," she said against her lips. "I want…"
Beca combed her fingers into Chloe's hair and kissed her deeper, not letting her finish her thought. Instead of voicing a response she widened the spread of her legs.
Chloe whimpered and flattened her palm against Beca's skin, her fingers bent slightly, applying pressure. She slid lower and when her fingertips found their destination, felt how fucking wet Beca was, they both moaned, a lewd chorus.
Beca bucked her hips against Chloe's fingers, irregular, wild. Chloe pressed her leg tighter against Beca, trying to still her movements so she could find better purchase. She held her hand in place for a moment and focused on kissing her, achieving the calm she had been seeking. She pulled away from Beca's lips and started a circular motion, watching her face for reactions. The sight of Beca, her eyes closed, mouth open, tongue slack, spurred Chloe on, her movements becoming more sure, firmer. Small, sexy noises worked their way from the back of Beca's throat.
"Beca, look at me." When her eyes stayed closed, Chloe kissed her again, hot and wet and deep. Beca squirmed under her, pressing herself against Chloe's fingers. Chloe pulled back from their kiss and lightened her touch, earning a whine and a roll of Beca's hips. "Baby, look at me."
When Beca opened her eyes, Chloe slid inside. Suddenly, Beca was encapsulated in her. Chloe was everywhere and everything. All around her and inside her and a part of her. She was the air that Beca was breathing, the taste in her mouth, the blood in her veins. She was the heartbeat thumping in her ears, and, most of all, she was the inciting, slow stroke against her most sensitive parts. Beca felt the echoes of it bouncing around her bones, reverberating to every inch of her body. She felt it climb up her windpipe and out her mouth, past her lips; a licentious outburst that she knew was because of, made of, made for Chloe.
The sound ignited something in the redhead, who shifted her body so that all of her was between Beca's legs. She pressed herself against the back of her hand and let her hips keep pace, rolling thrusts pulling whimpers and moans and profanities and grunts and the occasional, "Chloe," from the brunette's lips.
Beca considered internally that this feeling, these sensations, being fucked by Chloe, she could do this forever. And in the next instant, she felt herself clenching around Chloe's fingers. The redhead coaxed, "That's it, baby. Let go," and Beca came, hard, digging the fingernails of one hand into Chloe's back and the other into the flesh of her ass.
As she came down from her orgasm, Beca felt the swaddle of Chloe's cocoon loosening its hold. She could feel it flaking away with each labored breath, leaving her to emerge as something new, someone new. She wasn't exactly sure how she was changed, but she knew she was. And she knew this new Beca wanted Chloe, wanted her even more than she had prior to her transformation. Wanted to envelop her and devour her and change her. Beca wanted to pull her apart, sever every atomic bond in her body then reconstruct her.
When her senses came back to her, Beca became aware of the fact that Chloe was still on top of her, kissing her collarbone, her sternum, her breasts. Everything about Chloe, the way she was holding her body, the constraint of her movements, her breathing, the small noises coming from her, it all reminded Beca of a coiled spring creaking under pressure. "Hey," she said, as she skimmed the palms of her hands over Chloe's arms and shoulders. When Chloe looked up at her, hair disheveled, mouth open and panting, eyes heavy and darker than Beca had ever seen, a sharp quake, an aftershock, rippled through her body.
Beca kissed her, eliciting a needy whine from Chloe. She grabbed her hip and pushed up, urging her to roll over in the small bed. They managed to reverse their positions without breaking their kiss, Beca's knees between Chloe's. She parted her legs in a series of tiny movements, nudging Chloe, opening her.
Beca sat up, leaning back and taking in the sight of Chloe, naked and flushed.
"Where are you going?" Chloe asked, breathy and quick, worried.
Beca laid her hands on Chloe's legs, just above her knees, squeezing, caressing. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." She slid her hands higher up the insides of the redhead's thighs. "I wanted to look at you." Chloe shivered at that and Beca was reminded of her earlier thoughts about Chloe's not-so-latent exhibitionism. "I like looking at you." Her hands ventured further, up Chloe's stomach to her breasts, her already hard nipples. "I especially like looking at you like this."
She ran her hands over Chloe's body, letting her fingers trail over every bone, every dip, every swell of flesh. "I've thought about you like this a lot." For a fleeting moment, a spark of inhibition or embarrassment or regret burned hot and bright in the pit of Beca's stomach, but quickly flamed out.
"Beca," Chloe closed her eyes and her body arched, her head thrown back.
She wrapped her hands around Chloe's ribs and pushed her back down into the bed gently, leaning over her a bit. She dragged her fingernails down Chloe's sides, back to her hips, back down her thighs. "This is how I think about you when I touch myself."
Chloe whimpered, almost a cry, almost pitiful, but something in Beca didn't want to take pity yet. "Beca, please." Chloe brought her hands to her own abdomen, one roaming low on her stomach, the other reaching down to slide between her legs.
Beca didn't let herself get caught up in the fierce thrill that shot through her body like lightning at the possibility of watching Chloe pleasure herself, and instead grabbed Chloe's wrists, pulling her hands away, laying them against the bed. "No. Let me." Chloe bit her lip and nodded.
With her eyes secured on the intended target of Chloe's touch, an image streaked through Beca's mind like the flash of a popping bulb. She thought of her mouth on Chloe, her tongue exploring and tasting and teasing her. Both her breathing and her pulse went erratic at the thought and she cleared her throat, trying to regain control. Chloe looked down at the sound, her eyes wild, unfocused. Beca's grip on Chloe's wrists loosened and their fingers almost instinctively moved to interlock.
Beca scooted her knees back, out from under herself, until she was in more of a laying position. Holding eye contact with Chloe as she lowered her head, she asked, "Will you let me?"
Chloe's jaw dropped open, and she breathed, panted the other woman's name. When Beca's mouth made contact, Chloe threw back her head and let out a moan so guttural, so loud, Beca couldn't hear her own pleased intonation.
Gradually, her touch transformed from that first chaste press of her lips to a more thorough open mouthed kiss. She reveled in Chloe, in her taste and her scent. In her movements and vocalizations.
In little time, Beca found a rhythm, thinking of a slow, sexy song that had always reminded her of Chloe, had always brought about less than wholesome thoughts of the redhead. Chloe squeezed Beca's fingers and released a litany of obscenities. She knew Chloe had been on edge already, knew her arousal had reached critical mass, so it came as little surprise when she was soon saying, "Beca… Fuck… So close…" Her hips bucked, unbridled, and Beca pulled one of her hands loose from Chloe's, wrapping it around her thigh, grounding them both. Chloe's free hand snaked around the back of Beca's head and grabbed a fistful of hair, causing Beca to moan into her flesh. They both held tight, riding out Chloe's orgasm, Beca not letting go, not stopping until she felt Chloe's grasp slacken.
Afterward, Beca peppered her thighs and belly with soft kisses, feeling the rise and fall of Chloe's oxygen-greedy body underneath her. Eventually, Chloe reached down, cupping Beca's face and drawing her upward. "Here," she said between still heavy breaths. "Come here."
Beca rose to her knees and positioned herself above Chloe, looking into her eyes. "Hey, you," she said, quiet, warm.
"Hey, you," Chloe echoed, wrapping her arms around the brunette, pulling her in for a kiss.
Beca resisted. "I'm uh… kind of messy."
Chloe moaned and pulled harder, kissing her deep. Beca relented and kissed her back, laying her full body weight down on top of Chloe. When they finally pulled apart, Beca stroked Chloe's face, gazing into her eyes. After a moment, she looked away, shy, hesitant.
"What is it?" Chloe asked.
"Well… I was just wondering if you were going to… like, if you wanted to stay. All night?"
Chloe smiled at Beca's awkward proposal and giggled as she placed a peck on her lips. "Yes, I'd like to stay. All night."
Beca relaxed and moved a little off to the side so she was less on top of and more next to Chloe. She looked to the clock on the wall and said, "You know, it's still like really early." She traced her fingernails in lazy circles across Chloe's skin. "And I don't know about you, but I'm not really tired, so…"
Chloe propped herself on her side, coming face to face with Beca. She pressed her body into her, pushing her against the wall, sliding her thigh between Beca's and pulling the brunette's leg over her hip. "Mitchell, if you think I'm finished with you for the night, you are absolutely," Chloe kissed her, "completely," kissed her again, "mistaken."
Hours later, after they had both been expended to physical exhaustion, after they had fallen asleep, entangled in each other's limbs and Beca's sheets, the brunette woke to Chloe's mouth on her neck, just below her ear, whispering, "Wake uuuuuup."
Beca opened one eye to look at the clock, groaning. "Noooooo. Leave me alone. We don't have to be at practice for like two and a half hours."
Chloe nibbled on Beca's earlobe then said, low and sultry, "Maybe I can convince you?"
Beca pulled away from Chloe's teasing mouth and brought the covers over her head, hiding from the daylight. "Chloe, I can't. I literally can not even think about going another round with you. Let me sleeeeeep."
Chloe laughed, "Get your mind out of the gutter, pervert. I'm starving." Beca's face peeked out from under the covers. "And If I'm not mistaken, I owe you pancakes."
"Pancakes?" Beca rolled her eyes and sighed, knowing she had lost this fight. "You should have lead with that."
Author's Note: And that's all. Thanks to Redlance for helping to keep me on track and also helping me to stay (mostly) sane.
