Hands Touching Hands
Chloe was sitting on Beca's bed, her eyes glued to some psychology textbook. She was reading, making notes, every now and then she would push her hair behind her ear. Not that Beca was watching her the whole time, or something. She just looked over sometimes, for a little while, until she felt the now familiar tug at the corner of her mouth, the smile that appeared when she looked at Chloe, when she was alone with her.
Like tonight.
Of course, she was supposed to study something, or write an essay, instead she tried to mix some songs. Only that didn't work so well either tonight. The songs didn't fit, the rhythm didn't mesh, the beat was all wrong - all songs, all rhythms, all beats. Or maybe Beca was simply not in the mood.
Not that this had ever happened before. Music was her life force, it was the essence she dug into, all she ever needed to lift her up or distract or simply enjoy. Not anymore - or so it seemed.
Beca took her headphones off her ears and lay them on the desk next to her laptop. She turned her chair so that she could watch the woman who had set up her studying post on her bed, office surplies all around her. Chloe was impossibly messy with all those things but her notes - they were organized and structured, always to the point. It was astounding, Chloe was simply astounding.
She now looked up, smiled at Beca and scrunched her nose.
"Already finished with mixing?" she asked the smaller girl but Beca shook her head.
"I'm not really feeling it tonight," she confessed and walked over to the bed. Chloe took some of her material and put it on her right, cleaning her left for Beca to sit by her. Beca did, her legs crossed, her hair falling into her face to cover the slight blush that always crept up her skin when she was near the attractive redhead.
Chloe reached out her hand and took Beca's. The junior looked up into those shining blue eyes that had captivated her from the moment she first looked into them.
"What kind of songs were you working with? Any particular genre?" Chloe asked.
"Actually I was trying to make a mix out of a couple of songs from Aubrey's list. You know, those ladies from the last century songs… I don't know, some of them are really good but… I feel that they need somethng modern to mix them with," she told Chloe who nodded.
"A little like the Bellas, huh?" the redhead asked. Her fingers held Beca's losesly but started to carress. The brunette wasn't sure Chloe was even aware of what she was doing and lost track of the conversation for a moment. Chloe's questioning look brought her back to it, though.
"Yeah, maybe," she said and dared to move her fingers against Chloe's. It was exhilarating, her heartbeat picked up with the feeling of skin on skin.
"I know what you're thinking - that Aubrey is just some nutty control freak and the old Bellas were a bunch of… bitches, mainly… but we weren't. We just wanted to… beat the guys and were trying to fit the profile. And it worked until…"
"Aubrey lost her cookies?" Beca grinned and Chloe smiled a little, too.
"Yeah, that was a little unexpected. Not completely, not for me. I mean, I know about her anxiety problem and all, so… But don't worry, it won't happen again. Not as long as she feels in control," the redhead assured her new friend.
Beca nodded. She was looking at her hand that was now holing up in Chloe's slightly bigger one. It felt so warm and comfortable, at the same time exciting, sexy. Her own thumb rubbed Chloe's, felt it, felt her.
"I think she'll losen up at some point, let us come up with new ideas, new songs. And maybe mixing some of the old songs with new ones… she might like that," Chloe continued when Beca didn't answer. She was aware of what was happening and her heart beat possibly even faster than Beca's was. She had felt the pull since she had first seen the freshman and it had gotten stronger, the need to touch her was overwhelming most of the time and she had given into it. But not like this, not this intimately.
"I don't think Aubrey likes much of anything I do. She simply doesn't like me," Beca said with a slight grimace. She looked up at Chloe, Chloe at her and they smiled shyly at each other. They were aware of what they were doing, they liked it, they wanted to just sit and continue this - indefinitely.
And their hands kept carressing, feeling skin. They lost each other in the other's eyes, not a thought on what they had been talking about before. Their breaths grew labored even from the simple touching of two hands.
And it was really too simple, too little. And they both knew that they needed more. More contact, more touch. Beca leaned forward a little, unsure for a split second if this was right but seeing her movement mirrored gained confidence. She licked her lips, another mirrored gesture and then they met. Lips touched in a soft kiss, parted, touched again not so softly. Hungry mouths shifted against each other, hands pulled each other closer, battled suddenly for dominance, as their mouths did, as their tongues did.
For eternal minutes all that counted was touch. Only breath grew more important than the need and they parted, looking at one another again.
"I think she likes you just fine," Chloe said and smiled that bright smile of hers, the one nobody else could quite match. "She'll come around, you'll see," she promised and then started packing her things together.
Beca was too stunned to say anything, too overwhelmed to stop Chloe when she finally closed her backpack and stood. Once again the redhead took her hand in her own and Beca felt herself melting to her core. Her breathing hitched.
"You have really nice hands," she said before she gave it a squeeze and left.
