So, it's been a while, like a very, long, time. I'm so sorry, I've been busy but not for the entire year and a half. I hope this will be like my comeback tour and I hope this all redeems myself from my abscene. Thank you all for the kind reviews, that have made me write sooner or otherwise I would of finished this in 2025. Thank you again and enjoy :)

Beca had been working at the radio station for what felt like, forever; still amazed she wasn't a rotting corpse out of boredom after even the first week, and she'd been working here for much longer. So the buzz from her phone in her pocket was a welcomed break from mindlessly stacking CDs. She wondered if Luke would ever let her do anything useful, let alone listen to one of her mixes that continued to pile high on his cluttered desk. She was thankful for him going back home at holidays and the occasional weekend so she blast her mixes across the Barden Campus.

She retrieved her phone from her pocket and noticed the text was from Stacie. She rolled her eyes at the thought of the message being another account of how Stacie didn't come back to their dorm yesterday night and crashed at a really gorgeous guy's place off campus, absolutely wasted. Yet the text alternatively read: Are you planning on going to the Philosophy trip this morning? The bus leaves in 10.

Oh I totally forgot. Save me a seat, I'll be there in 9. Beca replied, her mind having generally forgotten, but all for good reason as Beca hated school trips.

The petite brunette didn't have fond memories of school trips to museums, zoos or archeological digs throughout the course of her education years. They always ended in her being told of for not paying attention to the old, stuttering guide with the particularly creepy moustache, locking one of the kids in the reptile enclosure or pushing one of them into the pit of mud they were investigating.

However, Beca could see this trip to a boring history museum being vaguely fun, imagining Stacie and her trailing at the back of the pack of philosophers, making snide comment and heckling at the displays.

Is this high school? I'm not saving you a seat you baby, just get your ass here already.

And with Stacie's slightly motivational text, beca walked over to the booth, making sure not to step in as "freshman aren't allowed inside the booth" to ask Luke, who was squinting at the computer screen, "can I go early? I have this trip I need to get to."

Luke lazily looked away from the screen to Beca's small form, "yeah sure, but I need to have a word with you first," he said, "come in".

Luke's features had never been arranged in a stern or boss like matter before, except when talking with Jesse, but all for good reason. So this worried the smaller DJ as she walked into the booth and leant on the corner of the desk, hoping not to squash any of Luke OCD feelings as she leant near the jumble of items on the desk.

"What's up?" Beca asked.

"Umm so you know the rule "no sex on the desk" right?" Beca merely nodded, trying to act her usual cool self.

"Well, you're one of the few who have broken that rule, surprising."

"Luke, I ur-" Beca, cheeks instantly flushed, tried to explain the situation between her and the redhead last week, but her boss cut her off.

"It's okay, I'm not gonna fire you or anything. I just wanted to tell you and warn you not to do it again, okay?" Luke raised his eyebrows, encouraging Beca to agree and she did with a slight nod accompanied with a mumbled "how did you - know?"

"CCTV," Luke said with a weak smile as if impressed with his own detective skills, "you can go." he finished.

Beca gave Luke one final awkward grimace, before swiftly turning around to leave the booth, thankful that he hadn't realised that it was her philosophy teacher she was screwing on top of the CDs that night.

"And Beca," Luke called, "be more careful who you do it with, as last time I checked, shacking up with a teacher is a punishable offence and I wouldn't want you nor Miss Beale to get into trouble." Beca froze, immediately closing her eyes and sighing, knowing her theory of Luke being oblivious was defiantly incorrect. The brunette slowly raised a thumbs-up at Luke as she walked out the radio station, hearing Luke voice call again, this time quieter but being heard perfectly by Beca: "Just make sure she's worth it".

Beca rounded the corner to the university car park, searching for the bus that would take her fellow students and her to the museum. However it turned out to be taking just her classmates as she saw the bus hurry down the road, eventually out of sight, without the brunette.

But Beca's mind hadn't completely been focused on current affairs as it was more preoccupied calculating what Luke had mentioned to her before. Of course Chloe was worth the risk and the lies. Beca wouldn't be doing it otherwise nor would she let them get in so deep that it would ruin both of their careers. But were they already in deep? Nether the less, a part of Beca wanted to grab the shovel and dig further. However, the brunette couldn't help thinking the bus leaving, probably half way to the museum by now, without her was some sort of sign. As much as she wanted to roll her eyes and 'tsk' dramatically at her speculation, the thought met no defiance when entering her mind. Maybe she should take a break from Chloe and their 'relationship' for a while, and not attending the philosophy trip would be a good start to this plan. It wasn't like she was missing anything important. Maybe except the lingering gaze and lip bite of a certain redhead from across the room. Beca could never get enough of the way Chloe unintentionally made her feel, butterflies circling her stomach in an urgent pattern, let alone the way she felt when the redhead meant it. Beca's own restraint stopped herself from anymore deep, lustful thoughts: Focus Mitchell.

So the DJ agreed, solely and internally, with her decision, turning back to the campus, planning to amerce herself in the comfort of mixes and food and as a last resort, the foreign comfort of movies. But leaving the car park was a little more difficult than anticipated, Beca turning around to find a certain redhead walking towards her, utterly perplexed by the mobile phone in her grip. The redhead's gaze slowly wandered up and strained expression, from concentrating on her mobile, immediately softened as she saw Beca standing in front in her.

"Aren't you supposed to be on the bus?" Beca's philosophy teacher reminded the brunette, tilting her head marginally in a questioning manner.

"Yeah, slight change of plan when I missed it."

"Pity." Chloe spoke, strutting past Beca, too closely for a normal teacher-student relationship, as she made her way to her car.

Beca was relieved, partly, that their encounter was so brief, hoping to stay true to her previous plan of action as she took a step to walk away.

"Hey Mitchell, are you getting in or what?" Beca whipped around to see Chloe leaning against the open passage seat, staring intently at the DJ, waiting for her next move.

"Sorry, my dad always told me not to get into cars with strangers" She replied with a smug shrug.

"If we're strangers, why do I know what colour your toothbrush is, which essay paper is yours just by your handwriting and the fact that you hate movies?" Chloe answered, raising her brow, knowing this would catch the brunette out

"Lucky guess?" The redhead rolled her eyes and bit her lip slightly at Beca's reply, not giving her the satisfaction of a smile off her lips.

"Guessing went out the window a long time ago, along with most of my clothes one of the last times we met. Remember that?" Chloe called across the car park to the brunette.

"Yeah I do, but I don't think the whole campus needs their minds rejogged on the subject too" Beca replied quieter, practically a loud whisper, her shoulders raising slightly as she turned her head to look for passerbys.

"Sorry," Chloe covered her mouth with one hand as if trying to steal the words back into her lips, "now are you going to get in the car or what, because otherwise you're just making me late."

Beca would of turned around and left in a heartbeat, but the combination of Chloe's tossled ginger hair lightly blowing in the wind and the redhead's choice of sporting a white sleeveless blouse teamed with a blue patterned skirt, showing the never ending length of tanned legs that spiked from underneath that made Beca lose all attentions to protest. They drew her in, step by step, to the car like she was under some kind of spell. But Beca was sure she had been under this spell, willingly, since the first time they had met.

"Beca would you just pick a song and stick with it, please" Chloe said, her hands gripping tighter around the steering wheel as she got more frustrated.

"There's just so much choice. Who knew you were such a music connoisseur" Beca said as she continued to press the next button of Chloe's iPod.

"Well there's probably time to listen to all of them if we carry on travelling at this speed" the redhead moaned as she rolled her eyes, peeved at the traffic jam they were locked in, despite the museum was practically two blocks away.

"Okay fine" Beca said as she backed away from the iPod, leaning back in her seat enjoying the first beats of the song that was eventually chosen. As the song became into it's own, Chloe began to hum along, pouting her lips as she did so, in a way that Beca couldn't help but thirst for, yearning for them to do that for her instead of the smooth tune playing.

"Oh my god, we're never gonna get there at this rate" Chloe's tone angry, annoyed at the constant drone of other cars beeping their horns in protest of the jam.

"Chloe calm down. Just turn into that parking lot across the road and we can walk the rest of the way." Beca told, waving her hand limply in the direction of the parking lot close by.

The redhead sighed and manoeuvred the car out of the jam and into the car park Beca suggested, about 20 foot away but a tight squeeze through the cars on the other side of the road away; good job Chloe had a small car.

"I'm not sure if what you just did there is even legal" Beca said with risen eyebrows as they settled between white lines at the back on the life-size Jenga of cars.

"Well, that's my driving style in a nutshell" Chloe replied, flashing Beca a pristine smile.

"And you" Beca mumbled, embarrassed by her own comment.

"Compliments are not allowed at this point in time. We only have..." Chloe glanced at her watch, "five minutes to get to the museum."

The teacher turned off the engine and unbuckling her belt, a hand holding her keys, wallet and phone trying to gain her grip on them as well as her sanity in the whirlwind of stress that had been this morning. She looked over to the brunette in the passenger seat who was the complete opposite, unbelievably relaxed.

"You know, there's a lot of compliments I could pay you in five minutes," Beca was looking distantly out the window, "but we could always do something else that takes fives minutes" she turned her head towards the redhead, raising an eyebrow and smirking slightly. According to her flushed complexion, Chloe knew exactly what Beca was implying. She cleared her throat and also her mind of any inappropriate thoughts "No, and that will not take five minutes."

"Well, I can make it. It's surprising how flexible I am" Beca replied matter-of-factly.

"That's one of the reasons why it takes longer"

Beca let her head swing back to hit the headrest, but not for the reason to wanted it to, but in defeat.

"Fine" she huffed as she swung open the car door circling around the front of the car to open the door for her teacher.

Chloe smiled sweetly at Beca as she swivelled in her car, her feet hitting the concrete floor. However Beca didn't move to allow the women to pass, she was too focused on that smile to even think about processing another reflex.

Chloe's smile was sweet and Beca never saw it too often. With them it was always a smirk, nearly never a easy tug of the lips, showing that teethy smile that gave Beca what felt like heartburn and racing palpitations. Though angina was off the cards at her age, she would prefer that to the other explanation that caused heartache.

As Beca's thoughts raked up questions and little answers, Chloe's expression turned quizzical, "hey, are you gonna let me out of what?"

As if someone had ripped the tape off a box, Beca's eyes became focused again, meeting ceramic blue one's. As if they were magnets attracting her in, (Chloe was indeed a magnet herself) Beca dipped her head towards to redhead's, pressing her lips to the other's. Chloe was taken aback slightly to start, but knowing the DJ's impulses decisions all too well, she reciprocated the kiss with as much enthusiasm.

Luckily Beca was small enough to kiss Chloe at such length without being uncomfortable with the statues of one sitting and one leaning forwards. But even if she was uncomfortable she wouldn't care as Chloe's hands came to rest on the brunette's sides, gripping her shirt slightly. Their kiss subsequently intensified, tongues teasing the roof of the other's mouth or teeth nipping bottom lips lightly. Beca's hands came up to Chloe's hot cheeks to anchor herself as she reluctantly eased away from the other woman, breathing becoming a conscious process.

"Tell me," Beca says softly, her eyes still closed, "would you rather learn your way around cavemen who've been dead for millions of years along with dinosaurs or learn your way around someone who's very much alive?"

Chloe eased her eyes open, running her tongue across her bottom lip, still tasting what was left of Beca's lip gloss that had deposited onto her's. She took a deep breath "Well, if you're quick we can do both"

"I thought you said I was incapable of doing that"

"Wanna try set a record then?" Chloe teased, quirking an eyebrow

"Ahh at last, the only sport I can do that it" the brunette consequently straddled the redhead, bending her legs to place her lower legs either side of chloe as she tugged the car door closed, hoping for at least a shred of privacy.

However, they automatically couldn't really guarantee that as many a previous experience had led to moans a lot louder than the thickness of walls, let alone car doors. Beca smiled at this thought before kissing Chloe lightly on the lips, then again and again, making the redhead smile and blush, yet hungry for more she clutched at Beca's shirt, pulling her and her lips closer. The younger girl's against the other's lips faded for a second in favor for a comically shocked expression as Chloe reached behind Beca for the seat adjuster, tugging it, making the two fly backwards along the tracks.

"More room" Chloe simply explained before Beca could ask, laughing at the brunette's unexpected reaction. She reached her hands around Beca's neck, interweaving strand of her hair when she locked her hands together, bringing the girl's back to her.

Beca soon moaned into the kiss as Chloe teased her tongue into her mouth. It involuntarily bucked her hips into Chloe's core, elicting a moan too, but a lot deeper with desire. Beca, excited by her discovery, ground her hips slowly into chloe's lap while lying her hands on the redhead's sides, fingers teasing the hem of her blouse, dodging between touching skin and fabric.

"Beca" her groan was long, disconnecting their lips to arc her head back to focus on the movements of the girl above her.

"Hmm" the brunette hummed back against her neck, nuzzling her nose into the redhead's hair, breathing in her fragrance.

"You're not making this very quick" Chloe claimed as she recognised the heat emanating from between her legs too well, not being satisfied enough for her liking.

Beca picked up the speed of her hips, angling them right where Chloe wanted them, "better?"

Chloe merely nodded, running her hands up and down Beca's denim clad legs. She was panting, her eyes shut tight, trying to savoir what little pleasure she was receiving from Beca.

The brunette, enjoying herself too much, ran her hands up Chloe's bare legs, thanking the gods for skirts, there only being a thin pair on pants between her nimble fingers and where she and Chloe wanted he digits to be.

"How about this?" Fingers stroked damp fabric lightly, "any better?"

For Chloe's response, she covered Beca's palm and guided her hand into her underwear, bucking her hips at the feel of cold skin on hot and moaning "yes" through gritted teeth. The brunette grinned and used her other hand to tug the underwear down as far as it would go, simultaneously sliding two fingers through the length of Chloe's folds. She dipped a finger into her entrance slowly, the redhead's body becoming tense. She later relaxed as Beca slipped two fingers into her with ease. Chloe gripped herself a chunk of Beca's hair as she rocked her hips to meet the thrust of fingers, her left hand steadying herself on the armrest on the inside of the car door.

They went like this for a while, the brunette pumping her fingers in fast, curling them as she thrusted in, chests heaving and Chloe frequently hissing. This was until Beca laid her thumb on Chloe's throbbing clit, rubbing lightly, making the redhead see stars in the daytime that was becoming a regular occurrence since her meetings with this astrologist. She pulled Beca's lips to her own, swallowing her moans and rising profanities as Beca's intensified her already leg-clamping good ministrations.

It took Beca a few more thrusts to make Chloe's walls and hands clamp around Beca as she came hard and sweaty. She breathed out her high slowly, with a rising smile on her lips. She suddenly felt the numbness in her legs as a weigh was lifted off, not hearing the sound of the car door opening, still too lost in the previous moment.

"Are you coming then?" Beca asked her hand out for Chloe to take it.

"I think I just did" the redhead laughed as she eased her eyes open. Beca rolled her eyes, then pursed her lips, waiting for her to realise her actual meaning. Chloe wriggled up her underwear and took her outstretched hand, standing on unstable legs. She shut the door with her other hand, beeping the car locked and they slowly tottered off to the museum a few blocks away, Chloe walking out her newly found leg cramp.

"You owe me later" Beca said with all seriousness.

"I'm sure I do"

The two found their class already being toured around the museum, not seeming like they missed much apart from gaining a bored expression that the majority of the class wore. They immediately parted ways, Chloe stepping to the from of the group and Beca at the back to where Stacie was standing.

"Where did you end up to?" The taller brunette asked the smaller. Before Beca could think up a plausible reason, Chloe was babbling on how the traffic was terrible and how she had a flat tyre to deal with.

"So is flat tyre a pet name then?" Stacie teased, not veering her eyes away from the Neanderthal display in front of them.

"Fuck you" Beca replied, neither denying or accepting the pet name, but if the hostility wasn't enough, the shit-eating grin exchanged between the brunette student and redheaded teacher confirmed that there was definitely a little more than traffic problems on the way to the museum. An MOT test in fact. Testing the windows for soundproofing and the liability of the suspense. And it seems as though the car failed, at least from the perspective of other people in the parking lot anyway.

Hope you liked it! I still love writing this and I cant wait for to write what unfolds for these two. I'm thinking of many doing oneshots as well as things need to get a little seriouser soon (as Luke hinted earlier) so I wanna do some silly stories, so if anyone has any suggestions just review or PM me. Thanks again and lots of love to the people who are sticking with this and me ;)