Ha, I'm such a cocktease. Alright you guys, serious question. Should I bump up the rating to M and write some dirty bits? Leave a review with your vote. Majority wins. Also, be sure to prompt me with pairings and scenarios that you'd like me to write at my tumblr: .com. I'll write anything with any pairing, even crackships. Enjoy!
Chloe was adorable. Like, super cute. Not that Beca would ever say that out loud. The girl's ego was massive as it was, not in a bad way, just really massive. And Chloe might take a compliment like that the wrong way, as if Beca liked her or something. Which she totally didn't. Maybe. Besides, it wouldn't be like she was going out of her way to compliment the ginger, she was just calling it like she saw it. Chloe would blow it way out of proportion, like it was some big deal for Beca to tell her that she was cute. Which it wasn't.
"And this is my bedroom!" Currently Chloe was giving her the grand tour, bouncing around like an excited... not a puppy, Beca already knew a puppy and she didn't like him at all. Maybe a kitten? Yeah, an excited little kitten. Purring and pouncing and playfully predatory.
Alliteration. Ugh.
"Do you like it?" No, not really. It was frilly and pink and so not Beca's style, but it was nice, she guessed. The way Chloe was looking at Beca made her wonder what the redhead would do if she didn't approve it. Completely renovate? It was an amusing mental image.
"It's very you." Beca, unlike Chloe, had tact and didn't immediately make herself at home. It was only until Chloe yanked her onto the bed that she relaxed. She settled her head onto the pillow, trying not to think about the fact that it smelled like Chloe, and watched the girl as she sat on the end of her bed.
"Is that good or bad?" There was that face again. The one that said that Chloe was hanging on her every word for no good reason. Like Beca's opinion was the only one that mattered. It was a strange but good feeling.
"A few days ago, very bad. Now? Not so much. I think the pink is affecting my brain, though, so I'd rather not spend so much time in here," Beca frowned. She didn't like the look in Chloe's eyes.
"Is there anything I could do to make you change your mind?" And suddenly the was a redhead on top of her. Sitting on her legs. Right below her hips. Biting her lip. Fuck.
"Um." Beca didn't have much to say. Her scumbag brain was too busy making a diagram of every possible path that this night could take.
"I'm a really possessive person, Beca. Do you know how jealous I was when I saw you kissing Aubrey? My best friend? Fuck, Beca, you have no idea." She put her weight on her hands, leaning toward Beca with an adorable pout.
"What exactly is happening here?" This was not an area of expertise Beca was familiar with at all. Hell, she'd only put her own hands down her pants once, ad she'd stopped before anything major happened out of sheer awkwardness.
"Let's see, I'm putting my best moves on you and you're defending your title as World's Most Oblivious Girl." She sat back down, this time directly straddling Beca's hips.
"Was that sarcasm, Miss Beale? You've been hanging out with me way too much." It was an automatic response, a sarcasm reflex that came in handy at times when her brain had ceased functioning. Like now.
"Actually, not enough. Titanium's play count on my iPod has reached record levels." Jesus fuck, this girl was going to be the death of her. Was it hot in here? It hadn't been this hot before, Beca was sure of it. She was vaguely aware of the hand toying with the hem of her shirt.
"I'm going to kiss you now." Any lasting brain activity Beca had left was thrown out the window as soft lips met hers for the second time. A small shift of Chloe's hips drew out a soft whine, a sound Beca hadn't realized she could make. Her body acted of its own accord, pressing up into the other girl. She turned her head, breaking the kiss as she blushed furiously.
"You're so cute," Chloe grinned, breathing hard.
"Am not!" Beca pouted.
"Chloe, what's going on?" Both girls' heads whipped around to find a woman standing in the doorway.
"Mom? What are you doing here?"
"Grandma got very sick, so we had to leave. Who's your... friend?" The woman, Mrs. Beale apparently, had her eyes glued to Beca's fingers underneath the top of her daughter's jeans. Which was odd, because Beca did not remember putting them there and she should probably remove them now oh God.
"This is Beca. Beca, this is my mom." Chloe's eyes were wide, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
"Oh, the girl who just joined the choir? I've heard a lot of good things about you. It's a pleasure."
"The pleasure's all mine." Another automatic response.
"I can see that." The blush was even brighter now.
"Mom! Get out!"
"Sorry!" And she was gone.
"She seems nice."
"You're such a jackass." Chloe smacked her shoulder, hard. Ouch.
"But I'm your jackass, and now that you've got me, you can't get rid of me." Beca might as well say what she was feeling. She'd never really been one to hide what she was thinking.
"Really? No more kissing other girls?" Chloe looked at her like having Beca's full attention was the best thing in the entire world. Like she'd cured world hunger or some shit like that.
"I think you've pretty much staked your claim."
"Good."
