CHAPTER 10

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Two hours and multiple beers later-

Jesse grinned across the living room at Beca. Everyone somehow ended up on the floor and the ice had been broken hours ago when they started a game of truth or dare. Aubrey was fighting off the blush in her cheeks as she tried not to think about everything she and Stacie talked about. Beca was watching everyone in amusement, her eyebrows raised questioningly. This was definitely an interesting bunch of friends she'd gained.

It was now Beca's turn and she'd just about had all the crazy dares she could take, so she decided to play it safe and pick truth. She was awaiting her fate as Jesse and Stacie bickered adorably over whose turn it was to torture Beca. Stacie was no match for Jesse's "hurt puppy" face as he begged. She eventually gave up, planting a kiss on his forehead and giggling as his face lit up.

"Okay," Jesse started excitedly," Everyone here kind of has an idea of how this happened except for me," He said, motioning between Aubrey and Beca.

"Tell me how it happened... And start from the beginning. You know I'm a sucker for romance, Bec."

"Wow...you're really going to put me on the spot like that?" Beca teased, feigning hurt.

"Well yeah," Jesse laughed as if it was inevitable. "That's what I do. Now, let me hear it."

Aubrey giggled at the way the mailwoman clutched her chest dramatically before taking a breath and getting serious. The blonde turned to face the brunette , giving her full attention. Despite how close the two had gotten, they never discussed much about how they met and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't at least a little bit curious to hear Beca's take on it. It was such a long time coming.

Beca's face softened and she smiled as she thought back to her first day on the job as a delivery woman.

"I remember it being a shitty day up until the point that I saw her," Beca chuckled at the memory.

"I'd been certified to drive the truck for almost a year, but I never had to worry about it, because there was always other people to do it. All I ever had to do was come in, scan shit in, sort it by zipcode, then by size, and wait for another shipment to come in. It was a pretty easy gig... Well, one day I came in to the post office and learned that not one, but 3 truck drivers had decided to quit at the same time, so there I was getting an actual uniform and having to actually WORK. Everything that could have gone wrong that day went wrong. I was chased by dogs bigger than I am...I hit a few mailboxes and heard about it later...from my boss. I ran out of gas less than 100ft from the gas station and had to push the remaining distance..."

Everyone cringed sympathetically as they refrained from laughing at the image of Beca's bad day.

"I...uh, I remember pulling up beside Aubrey's house and realizing she had a package, so I'd actually have to get out of the truck and walk it up to her door...in my infinite wisdom, I decided to just take the package TO her. I mean, like...she was out in the front yard, repotting some plants or something. Somewhere between her and the truck, I must've gotten distracted though, because I totally tripped up on one of her sprinklers."

"No wonder that sprinkler hasn't been working!" Aubrey glared at the brunette playfully, before breaking out into a grin.

She remembered everything from this point. How she whipped around, expecting to see the mailman that had been delivering her stuff since she moved into the neighborhood...How she was ready to bite his head off and rip him a new asshole for stomping all over her yard and almost falling into her, but she turned around to see a small mailwoman with dark brown hair and the deepest, most interesting blend of silver and blue in her eyes

"Wait...," Chloe raised her hand as if they were in a classroom, making everyone snicker fondly at her antics. "Why would you be distracted?"

Because, I was too busy staring at her ass...her very nice ass.

"Reasons," Beca wiped her nose anxiously before continuing," But anyway...I could just tell she was pissed from the way she turned around. I was awkward as ever. I feel like I must have spent a good five minutes just LOOKING at how gorgeuos she was. Like...who the fuck can be as sweaty and dirty as she was and still look that good?"

Aubrey swooned at Beca's words, chuckling a bit at her choice of words.

"They just kept dancing around each other after that," Stacie spoke up, taking over the story as she turned to face her fiance. "I'm talking...months and months of awkward fumbling and blushing and walking away from each other."

"She's right," Beca agreed. "She's the one that said I should grow a pair and get Bree some flowers."

"Oh, is that what she said?" Aubrey raised an eyebrow knowingly as she looked back and forth between Stacie and Beca. This was news to her.

"Essentially," Beca grinned.

Beca and Aubrey were just pulling into the brunette's driveway and it was LATE. They decided to take one car and Aubrey was starting to regret that now that she realized how tired she was. She still had to drive across the city to HER house.

Beca watched as Aubrey gathed her things. Her posture was slightly slumped...her eyed were half lidded...and she kept yawning...

Beca's heart fluttered as she thought about how adorable the blonde looking in that moment. She thought about how she could get used to seeing the woman like this...

"Maybe you could just stay the night?" Beca suggested, trying not to sound too desperate. "We could actually sleep in the bed this time. I promise it's more comfortable than the couch..." Beca joked.

Aubrey thought it over and decided it was probably a better idea than having her drive 15miles down the road with her eyes half shut. But as she remembered everything she and Stacie discussed earlier, she really hoped she could control herself. She would have to be on her best behavior.

"Sure," Aubrey smiled lazily as Beca took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Beca muttered something about showering in the morning before turning her back to the blonde and pulling her top over her head.

Aubrey found herself watching the smaller woman as she changed into a tanktop and boxers, taking in every flex and pull of the subtle muscles of the brunette's beautifully feminine back...the tattoo on her shoulder and the other tattoo halfway down her back...she appreciated the way the brunette raised her arms over her head as she yawned...

Beca threw her dirty clothes into a pile in the corner before digging through her drawers to find something for Aubrey. She settled on a t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts, turning to give them to the blonde, but catching her gaze. Her eyes appeared to be significantly darker than before and her cheeks were slightly pink.

"What? Is this okay?" Beca gestured up and down her body. Sje didn't want to sleep in something that made Aubrey uncomfortable.

It's more than okay...it's very much okay.

"Yep. Everything's...everything is just fine." Aubrey's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as she turned her attention to the buttons on her shirt, loosening them one by one. "I just find it kind of funny that you even wear plaid to bed."

Beca smirked as she handed the clothes to the blonde. She had just caught the woman oggling her, and she had to say it was nice to be the oggle-ee instead of the oggle-er, for once. She decided not to embarass the blonde any further though and decided to lighten the mood. "Geez, woman. You know it's my favorite color. I don't tell you how to live YOUR life,"

Aubrey chuckled, changing quickly into the clothes and sliding under the covers with Beca. She turned on her side and waited for Beca's arm to snake around her waist, protectively, pulling her closer. It didn't take long.

Sensing that the blonde was tense, Beca loosened her grip a bit and planted a kiss on the back of the woman's neck thinking it would calm her. Little did she know, it was actually having the opposite effect.