PROMPT: So I don't know if you've heard of different types of full moons (Like Blue moons, and supermoons) But can you please do a one-shot where Chloe is really affected by the Blood Moon and Beca kind of has to keep her under control?
[PART ONE]
"I told you I'm not going to let her get out again, Aubrey," Beca mumbled into the receiver of the phone; the hot mix of plastic and metal was wedged between her shoulder so she could cook dinner without being interrupted. She had to refrain from rolling her eyes at the blondes worried attitude towards her girlfriend of three years. "I think I know how to deal with this stuff by now."
"I'm not worried about her getting out," The seething tone seeped through the object, the brunette knitting her eyebrows together as she let the sharpened edge of the knife into the carrot with an audible crunch. "Though, you need some work with that too."
"Not the point."
"Right." Aubrey drew in an audible breath "This is a different type of moon, don't you watch the news?"
"Of course, I watch the news." She defended herself "It's a blood moon, big deal. They said it would make people feel a little weird, and that you're considered lucky if you don't work in an emergency room."
She repeated what the castor had said this morning. He was too peppy for her liking- there was no way someone could look that good in a suit at 7am without some type of dark secret resting behind the cameras. She felt that way about most of them, even the snarky weather girl that held her attention on the phone now.
"Yeah, for humans." Beca heard Aubrey struggle with her car keys on the other end of the line, speech muffled "The moon effects Chloe differently, it plays a bigger part in her life than ours."
Beca placed the knife down, wrapping her fingers around her cell phone before turning and resting her back haphazardly on the counter. It dug into her spine, but she didn't mind much. She held the object closer to the side of her face. "Will she get more aggressive?"
"Not exactly," Aubrey's voice was clearer now, she had clearly stopped struggling with her task to give her friend her full attention. "Chloe gets a little⦠frustrated during the lunar cycle." There was a brief pause "Sexually."
A bark of a laugh escaped Beca's lungs. She couldn't help it. All of this was crazy- Aubrey never really phoned her unless Chloe wasn't answering hers. And she went to the trouble for this? It was comical to the little brunette. "I'm sorry, but we need no help in that department."
"I'm not kidding, Mitchell!" Her voice was exhausted "You've never dealt with a blood moon. "She will break you, Hobbit."
Beca lifted her gaze to the doorframe that separated the living room and the kitchen. The topic of conversation was leaning close to the wall, arms crossed over her half-covered chest; she had her perfect eyebrow pointed- a thick layer of sweat from the run she had gone on made her glow under the kitchen lights. One earbud remained while the other hung close to her chest.
"Seriously, my freshmen year she almost jumped me, I don't think I've ever seen that look in her eyes." Beca held the phone a bit away from her ear as she stared her girlfriend down, raking her eyes over her toned body. "Of course I couldn't really say no I mean-"
"uh huh, good talk Aubrey."
"Beca!" She didn't' hear the rest of her sentence before she pushed the glowing red button at the bottom of her screen, holding down the off switch until her screen went completely dark, her stare strong as she lifted her chin. "Hi, Chloe. How was your run?"
"It was fine," She panted, taking out one her other headphone slowly. "And dinner?"
"Coming along."
"Good."
They stood in an unwarranted silence. Once where Beca clenched her phone so hard that it was sure to shatter, Chloe never taking her eyes off her, not for one second. Those blue orbs were dangerous and lustful. They sent chills through the smaller woman's spine.
"What did Bree want?" Chloe finally broke the quiet.
"She uh," Beca swallowed despite the dryness in her mouth. "She just wanted to chat, I guess."
"Uh huh," Chloe set her own device down on the nearby table, taking a few steps towards her counterpart. Beca straightened up, the scent of lavender quick to fill her lungs as the redhead stood close, too close for comfort. It stirred something. "I know when you're lying, Beca."
The girl opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out, a slight squeak pushing past her lips as she felt Chloe wrap her fingers gently around her wrist. The pressure wasn't overwhelming, but enough to send electricity up her spine. "Your pulse." Chloe held the girl's wrist up, pressing one of her own fingers to the point in Beca's. "It quickens."
Her words had a bite to them, Beca drawing in such a sharp breath that it could cut through the air. Chloe was careful as she pushed her lips tenderly near her counterpart's pulse point, nipping softly at it. It made her skin heat up, made her eyes close as she pushed her head against the cabinets behind her.
"Oh," she whispered. "Chloe. Dinner."
"I'm not hungry," She growled, trailing touches up her arm. She was so soft, so primal. Her scent was strong in the shorter girl's lungs as she swallowed back a moan, her stomach stirring roughly. "Are you?"
"No, I suppose not- Shit." Her voice was caught the second Chloe placed her hands firmly on her waist, hoisting her up on the edge of the counter. She avoided the knife, the cutting board, even the mix of chopped up vegetables. On instinct, Beca wrapped her legs dutifully around Chloe, pulling her closer.
She could swear she saw her eyes flash- flash that golden yellow compared to the deep ocean breeze that they usually exhibited. They were animalistic and thick, a soft grown moving past her lips as she raked her nails over Beca's sides, making her shiver.
"She told you about the blood moon," Chloe mumbled, pressing her cheek close to Beca's as she nipped slightly at the woman's ear. "It wasn't so fun for Aubrey."
"Mm," Beca couldn't muster words as she ran her hands over her girlfriends back. Pulling her head back once more as Chloe ran her tongue against the woman's collarbone, biting at the soft skin.
"She wasn't mine," Chloe husked, "but you are."
