Beca couldn't hold back the groan of pleasure as the hot water cascaded down her naked body. She revealed in the feel of the shower, dunking her head under the shower head, drenching every inch of her body. The heat soothed the pain in her head and stomach, though she knew that was all her own fault. Drinking half a bottle of straight whiskey does that too you, the brunette was glad she hadn't thrown up yet.
Beca felt horribly embarrassed that she'd awoken in Chloe's bed, curled tightly around the red head. Chloe had still been asleep when Beca had slipped into her ensuit, envying her girlfriend for calling dibs on the only room in the Bella house with one. The rest of the girls all shared a bathroom on the second floor, sure it was pretty big, but Stacey took forever in the morning to get ready. So Beca planned to take full advantage of the shower, she stood under the waterfall of heat and didn't move, just let the water wash over her.
That's when her mind began to wander, back to the night before. How she'd bailed on her friends party, and then what happened at the station. It wasn't like Naomi scared her, well she did a little. The blue haired girl was confident, forward, so sure of herself and her sexuality . Just like Chloe had been the year before. And that's exactly what got Beca to fall in love with her.
The brunette would deny it if asked, but she was scared, scared that if Naomi carried on would she be able to control herself? She wasn't attracted to the senior, but the knowledge of her being so similar to Chloe, made Beca skin shudder. What if she used the same tactics and got under her skin? The brunette shook her head, grunting as a fresh wave of hangover head pains started.
"want some company?" Chloe's sleepy voice entered the shower cubicle and Beca froze up. It was just like the first time she'd walked in on her shower, Beca's back to her, lost in thought, then scared out of her wits,
"Dude!" the brunette cried out, Chloe sighed softly, pushing the cubicle door shut slowly, "No, Chlo, wait," Beca turned, pushing the door back open and grabbing for the red heads wrist. She gave a soft tug, her eyes pleading as sleepy sky blues lit up.
"Sure?" Chloe asked, her tone sheepish. Beca nodded and pulled her arm further into the shower, till their naked bodied pressed tightly together. Followed quickly by their mouths. Beca realised as her hands coasted down Chloe's naked side that they hadn't properly shared a shower like this before. Sure last year Chloe had barged into her shower and demanded she sang for her, but that was different. The red head wasn't moaning into her ear that time.
As Chloe's hands began to wonder Beca's soapy body, the brunette tried to loose herself in the sensation. She tried to focus on her girlfriend, touching her, kissing her, worshiping her body. But she couldn't, all she could think about was how her mother looked at her like she was dirt, how she spoke to her like she was nothing. How Naomi leered at her, tried to kiss her. Beca mentally shook herself, closing her eyes and taking a breath.
Chloe's mouth found hers again, her tongue swiping over Beca's bottom lip, begging for entrance. The brunette obliged as nimble fingers swept over the curves of her breasts and teased nipples. For a brief moment Beca lost herself, letting a meek moan escape her lips as she gazed through hooded eyes at her girlfriend.
That's when it all went to hell. Beca saw Naomi in Chloe's place and freaked out. She stepped back, trying to put as much distance between them as possible, smacking the back of her head off the soap holder, yelling instantly in pain.
"Beca! Are you okay?" the very naked Chloe reached forward, intent on comforting the brunette.
"Yeah, dude, yeah. Just, yeah, need to get ready for class," Beca grunted in return, turning her back to Chloe, still rubbing the back of her head. Her mind was running a mile a minute, trying to fathom why she saw the blue hair menace instead of Chloe. The red head fell silent behind her, chewing her bottom lip lightly. The red head reached for her girlfriend, grazing her fingers against the rose on Beca's shoulder, instantly feeling the girls body seize up.
Chloe retracted her hand quickly, pulling it to her own chest, sadness washing over her. In silence they finished up washing; Chloe, feeling more then shunned, removed herself from the shower in silence. She dried and dressed herself in her room, waiting for Beca to return once the water had shut off. When she did, the brunette didn't meet her eye, she simply gathered her clothes together and disappeared up to her attic room, head low, towel tight around her tiny frame, wet hair hiding her features.
Chloe felt the swell of panic raise its angry head in her chest as she dropped onto her unmade bed. Her brilliant blue eyes stared at her open doorway, willing Beca to come back and tell her what she'd done wrong.
Beca figured that it would make no difference telling Luke that Naomi creeped her out and made ever feel uncomfortable, the Brit had known the other girl for far longer and was probably more likely to take her side in things. So the sophomore took matters into her own hand.
Namely the lock on the booth door.
As soon as she entered the DJ booth on Thursday night, her satchel filled with enough candy and pop to last her five hour shift, she flicked the latch and took her place at the desk. She usually had a five minute period to set up, between Naomi leaving the booth and her taking over, all to have her first track queue to go and then boom, she's was on air.
Today was no different, she set the track to open up for herself, plugged her laptop in and loaded up her usual music programme on it, her mind set on finishing the Bella set for Regionals. The brunette slipped her headphones on as the blue mop of hair bobbed into view. Beca swallowed hard and concentrated on the desk of switches, she heard the door handle rattle, strain and rattle again.
All fell silent and Beca assumed she was safe, that Naomi had given up and left. Like a normal person would. The tap to her shoulder proved different,
"Hey there gorge, didn't see you at this week's LGBT meet," Naomi's voice was sweet, nice to anyone else, but to Beca it dripped with other intentions. With a held breath she slipped off her headphones,
"Yeah, I don't go to them dude,"
"Such a shame. I'd love to see you out of this booth... Maybe without the headphones," Naomi's fingers brushed Beca cheek lightly and she cringed, pulling away,
"Why are you still here dude? Your shift ended," the brunette practically spat at her, her eyes fixed on the laptop screen,
"To see you, of course. Why would any girl pass up the chance to see you," Naomi continued, her fingers tracing Beca's jawline, her breath hot on her ear. That was it, Beca couldn't take anymore. She was having enough trouble dealing with her mother issues to have to put up with a blue haired lesbian who was practically harassing her,
"Look, just back the fuck off! I'm not interested, I have a girlfriend, and I'm in no way, shape or form going to jeopardise that for some skank!" the brunette didn't realise she was standing till she met Naomi's grey eyes. For a second there was no noise, they just stared at one another, Beca glaring darkly at the elder girl, while a coy smirk crept across Naomi's face.
Naomi made a low noise in her throat and stepped back, she gave Beca one last scan then turned on her heals and headed for the door,
"This isn't over," she called back as she slammed the booth door behind her. Beca watched her leave, staying on her feet till she saw the blue hair disappear through the main door. With a low sob she dropped back into the chair and covered her face with her hands. With a shuddering breath she fought back the tears, wanting nothing more then to be held by her girlfriend. Her girlfriend who she had no idea how to talk to and was pretty sure she'd alienated.