I need to apologise again, I'm sorry about the delay. Anyway (like this chapter title hints with its pathetic pun) I thought it time some developing happened..enjoy!
"Oh, come on, Beca," the ginger cheekily coaxed - her eyes daringly piercing the unlit and gloomy classroom. The two were alone and the door was closed. Not a sound from outside the four walls managed to disturb the building tension. Chloe proceeded to slowly back further into the shadows, her voice beguiling the brunette.
"Let me see your dark side!" the taller girl whispered with an excited glint in her eyes, "Just play along.."
Beca tried to cover up the surge of anticipation surging through her body at the silky voice's words, quivering under the weight of them. Instead, she shifted her weight uncomfortably and sighed, making no movement towards the friend cloaked in darkness. Stupidly, the brunette thought this would work against the determined ginger - it didn't.
A set of thin fingers reached out and grasped Beca's folded arm before dragging her to the hand's source. It hadn't been a forceful pull, but the brunette was small (and rather light), so that combined with her surprise led to a stumbling pair of boots. Beca felt her feet tip and her body drift forward. However, instead of the hard floor meeting the small girl, a body strained to keep her from falling. Chloe propped Beca up, her protective hands holding the brunette's narrow shoulders firmly.
About to let go and distance the two of them, the ginger found herself distracted, staring into the deep eyes before her. Her line of vision drifted down from the girl's dark eyes to her soft lips. Beca's mouth was slightly ajar - just enough to tempt the other girl. Just enough to make her feel a strong current rushing through her. Gently sliding her right hand up to rest on the brunette's neck while her left hand simultaneously crept down to rest and the smaller girl's hip, Chloe took one last look into the darting (yet seemingly fearless) eyes boring into her before using her left hand's newfound grip to pull Beca into her. The brunette found her feet, placing them shoulder-width apart in order to steady herself. The ginger confidently and with a lack of shame took the opportunity in their close proximity to stare down Beca's vest top. Liking what she saw, Chloe subconsciously licked her lips - she didn't realise, but the brunette did and smirked.
"Like what you see, Beale?" Beca managed to whisper at the hungry teenager pressed against her at the waist. Grinning, Chloe met the brunette's eyes once again and sighed, "Yes" before closing her eyes, leaning down and connecting lips with Beca. Both girls tensed at the immediate adrenaline pumping through their veins and the ginger twisted her fingers into the hair on the back of the brunette's neck. She used this to passionately push their lips together with more force. More impatience. More lust.
Their mouths moulded together into a unison movement, rhythmically pushing and tugging at each other, waiting for one to give in. Beca snaked her arms up around Chloe's neck and, like the ginger, used the position to push her partner into the kiss more. Sneakily, Chloe used Beca's wide stance to her advantage as she lifted her thigh to bridge the gap. The brunette gasped and a low groan escaped her lips. In a flash, Chloe seized her chance and slid her tongue into Beca's mouth. The ginger confidently explored the brunette's mouth as Beca moaned in anticipation and pulled Chloe in as far as she could. Chuckling into the flushed girl's mouth, the taller girl slowly crawled her hand from Beca's neck to the hem of her top. Still exploring one another's mouths and letting out appreciative noises, the ginger's long fingers crept under the top and skimmed up the brunette's small frame to her destination. Her thumb ran along the soft skin under Beca's bra and the smaller girl's breath hitched. However, she proceeded to kiss Chloe after a moment's breath, urging the ginger on. Satisfied with this reaction, the ginger swiftly dipped her hand under the material which had been clinging to the smaller girl's perky breasts until now. She stroked and squeezed gently before, slightly more aggressively tugging at the left breast's erect nipple. Beca let out an uncontrollable whimper and Chloe got her other hand to join the right breast.
The brunette's head flung back and her breathing became uneven and ragged. Her hands jumped down to the belt loops on Chloe's jeans and pulled her in closer, pushing the ginger's trapped thigh up against the girl's dampened core. The ginger's heart started to pick up speed and she chose to make a transition. Leaning into the other girl's body more, Chloe's lips caressed Beca's exposed neck, gently sucking and cheekily nipping at it. Her right hand left the breast reluctantly as it traced gently down to what it truly craved. Surreptitiously unfastening the button of Beca's jeans, and slowly dragging the zip down, the girl's long fingers teasingly traced from the small girl's hips down into her jeans over her damp panties and back out again. Beca bucked her hips up, truly desperate for Chloe to stop teasing and she whined between shuddering breaths, "Go on..please..Chlo."
Smiling into Beca's collarbone, the ginger gave it a sudden nip as she slid a finger under the lining of Beca's clothes. She traced over the brunette's flaps and pushed her hand fully under the drenched underwear. Curving their bodies together, Chloe inserted one finger teasingly and retracted almost immediately. She pulled back and Beca stared in awe at the girl as she put her wet finger in her mouth. After a second of sucking, the ginger whispered with a smile "sweet" before kissing the brunette's lips and delving her hand back to Beca's throbbing core.
Now, she slid two fingers in and slowly, unbearably, started a rhythmic circular motion, rubbing the clit as Beca groaned more powerfully. She increased the speed slightly, and then suddenly stopped only to stick two fingers inside the girl fully and stroking gently inside, locating the brunette's g spot with ease. Chloe beckoned to it, coaxing it before going back to the clit again.
Beca needed release; tension was rolling through her whole body like a huge storm, causing her to tremor uncontrollably. It was too much, but she wanted to hold on for Chloe. She didn't want to disappoint her. She needed release..
The teenager shot up from her pillow as the alarm clock yelled in the background. Frozen with wide eyes and bed-hair, Beca's mind buzzed over what she'd just dreamed..why would she think of that? It's not like she wanted that..Chloe was straight and JUST a good friend. The brunette was sure of both these factors.
Sighing, the sleepyhead shifted her legs slightly to get out of bed only to have the realisation of how much that dream must have meant hit her. Cautiously, Beca slid her hand under the covers and her pyjama trousers to re-emerge with a disgusted frown on her face and her hand covered in a liquid which had oozed over her pyjamas through the night. The girl cursed her bad luck, and odd scenario, as she hobbled to clear herself up before school. Soon, her dream was forgotten about completely..or that's what she told herself.
1 Hour Later
Beca walked sluggishly towards her tutor room, dreading the inevitable encounter with the ginger.
It wasn't that she didn't like Chloe, it was the complete opposite. Her body (though obviously not her mind because they were just friends, the brunette told herself) seemed to like Chloe a staggering amount. That intense dream..
Shaking her head, and actively discarding the wandering thoughts within, the small girl took a deep breath and entered the French department.
Dark blue with a few scuffs from wear clung tightly to the outstretched girl's thighs before maintaining the straight cut into a slight flare at the bottom, hiding the top of the heeled brown boots. Laced through her belt loops was a large leather belt snaking around and joining at the large buckle. Above the jeans waistband toned flesh revealed itself, gleaming in the light. This uncovered skin ended just above her belly button where she'd tied the pastel blue & white thinly-striped shirt into a knot. The shirt hung loosely on the girl's chest and shone a spotlight on her collar bone where it was casually unbuttoned before making the long sleeves covering her arms. Her hair fell wild and messy in its wavy.
Nervously approaching the body lounging against her chair with her feet propped on Beca's, the brunette took the opportunity while the ginger's eyes were closed to take in the sight and gawk helplessly. However, once she realised it had probably been a matter of minutes, Beca decided to act as if she couldn't see the sexual appeal emanating from her friend.
"Umm..howdy?"
At the immediate sound of the brunette's awkward tone of voice, Chloe shot up and grinned immensely at the wide-eyed girl before her as she swung her legs to the ground and beckoned for her friend to sit. The ginger shrugged happily in response, "I saw Piper Perabo strutting her stuff as a coyote last night and thought I'd give it a whirl." She winked and Beca (blushing) queried, "Coyote?"
"In the film Coyote Ugly. I would tell you about it..but you don't watch and have no intention to watch films," Beca grinned lopsidedly at this and replied, "You know me so well, cowgirl. How come you're here so early?"
"Oh," Chloe leaned in to her friend with the hint of being about to disclose private information, "Well, I couldn't sleep. And in psychology, we've been informed about the theory that if we can't sleep it's because we're awake in someone else's dream. I wonder who was dreaming about me..and what I was doing!" Distracted by her own enthusiasm and curiosity about the matter, the ginger didn't notice the brunette look timidly down at her feet briefly before composing herself and looking back up.
"I guess it'll always remain a mystery," Beca replied as smoothly as she could - raising one eyebrow slightly to pretend to make a sincere expression. Giggling at her friend joking around, Chloe allowed the thought to slip away as she wondered whether the weird dream she'd had including Beca the previous night would've affected the brunette's sleep..
Feeling slightly bashful about the dream she'd had - and completely oblivious to her friend's equally uncomfortable thoughts - Chloe made an excuse about needing to check for her psychology work in her bag and hid under the table to recover herself.
Beca's voice echoed under the desk, "We have English first. I feel like this lesson will bring change, a very specific change." The brunette smirked to herself (and was more thinking aloud than talking to the crouching tiger under the desk) and therefore jumped a little when I voice replied, "Beca what the hell are you going on about?!"
Her mind now distancing from the dream and her reddened cheeks paler once again, the cowgirl emerged with an inquisitive look. Subconsciously, she cocked her her head slightly to the left like a confused puppy, causing a surge of warmth to overflow in Beca's chest and a smile of admiration to play on the smaller girl's lips.
"BECA?!" Chloe nearly yelled and her friend snapped out of her daze - her glazed eyes meeting the icy blue crystals as the glistening inside them disappeared.
"Err..nothing. Just a hunch, s'all," Beca quickly responded to the increasingly-puzzled ginger.
"Okay.." Chloe reluctantly said, with a thick underlying tone of suspicion, as Ms Radcliffe marched into the room (register in hand and scowl on face).
1st Lesson
"Actually Chloe," Miss Lavender soothingly says to the ginger before she follows her classmates streaming into the room, "I've thought it best to do a bit of a seating switch. Barb's unable to see over the height of Tom in front of her," Chloe accidentally pulled a face of disgust at the boy's name which her teacher noted, "So I wondered if you'd mind swapping? I understand you know Beca an-"
"Yes!" Chloe beamed and cut in before realising her rude interruption to an authoritative figure, "Sorry Madam." The student looked to her feet, embarrassed.
"No need to be sorry, your enthusiasm is just what I wanted to hear Chloe," the blonde woman empathetically smiled as the girl thanked her quietly and proceeded to her new seat at the back of the room.
With her typical - and adorable - frown of concentration, the brunette rapidly scrawled down the title and answer to the first starter question on the board as the ginger slipped into the seat beside her. After savouring a few moments of staring with endearment at the small girl, Chloe decided to clear her throat politely to announce her arrival. Beca's head shot up with an already-present grin on her face: she of course already was aware of the seating change and, despite her wanting to act surprised; the brunette couldn't keep from beaming. However, the ginger simply beamed back. They smiled at one another for some time before one of them decided to speak.
"So..I have you to thank for this, right? Or are you genuinely a superhero with psychic powers?!" Chloe pretended to seem overly in awe and gasped in mock astonishment when Beca replied, "Of course I'm a superhero..how couldn't I be?" and agreed with the brunette's joking arrogant remark. Though, truthfully, she wasn't lying when she agreed about Beca's incredibility - in her eyes, at least.
The two girls proceeded to joke around in the lesson while doing their work, and when the bell for the lesson to end rang both suddenly realised they were among other people - for, throughout the previous hour, they'd felt all their surroundings fall away as they themselves fell into utter bliss. Giggling, Chloe & Beca joyously proceeded to their next lesson.
Later On During That School Day
Chloe had been at the school for her first week, and had quickly developed a steady routine. At break time, she'd go to sit with Beca, Benji, Emily & Jesse either in the canteen or Jesse's tutor room (if it was empty so they could chat undisturbed). At lunch, she'd spend time with them all again while they all ate, and then Benji & Emily tended to go to a computer room while Jesse would go to the library. That left the two girls to hang out and do whatever they wanted (or, if homework, what they needed). Typically, they'd leave the canteen to go somewhere quieter like an empty room or a bench by the empty football fields of frost and simply chat. For some reason, Chloe found it easy to talk to Beca for hours without ever tiring or feeling claustrophobic. What was weirder though was that the brunette hadn't tried to push her away yet: making her wonder whether Beca found it as enjoyable to spend time together as she did. During their frees, Chloe had started to join Jesse & Beca in their 'support & study group' at the library. However, she rarely got her work done as the ginger was helpless under the sight of Beca's little frown of concentration and cheeks heating up with frustration. Occasionally, Chloe would find herself seeing Jesse look at her and smirk smugly (for no reason in her mind) before quietly returning to his work. The new girl found it odd; though she'd been at Barden for only five days, she felt as if she'd known it for years. It felt as if the school was like a second home to her already, with Jesse, Benji & Emily as family. But not Beca. She didn't understand why, but the ginger couldn't imagine her small friend as family, it felt weird. Wrong, even. But why?
"And the wolf shall lie with the lamb."
A voice pierced the atmosphere and made Chloe feel as if she were to jump out of her skin. Before knowing who even said the line, or registering what it meant, the ginger spoke, "Sorry, what?"
"The wolf shall lie with the lamb," the friendly voice registered in the ginger's brain and she smiled over at Jesse as he continued, "It's from Isaiah, in the Bible. We're studying it and how it may reflect human intention in my religious studies/philosophy class. I just felt like reading a bit of it aloud." He took a moment to look at his friend as her understanding grew before adding with a smirk, "Don't s'pose you know anyone with an intention to do such things with someone as innocent as a lamb?" Chloe snorted at the elaborate attempt at teasing she'd realised Jesse liked to do, though she wasn't sure why he kept aiming them at her.
"No, I don't know any wolves which wish to 'lie' with lambs. Though you-"
"That's an incorrect quote."
A voice cut in through the tanned boy and ginger girl's conversation in the otherwise silent library. Looking the indignant tanned boy in the eye before moving to the taken aback ginger, the voice took a breath before continuing, "That's not the quote. It's often misquoted to say that, so I guess the website with it was written by one of those dumbasses," Chloe chuckled lightly at this as she kept eye contact with the newcomer to the discussion. They proceeded with their explanation, "It's actually 'And the wolf will dwell with the lamb, And the leopard will lie down with the young goat'. It goes on with more animals, as it fills those thin pages with description, but that's the part I think you were referring to." Jesse gaped at Beca across the table in shock at his friend smiling smugly to herself while her eyes twinkled daringly at her companions.
With the corners of her mouth turned up with her confidence and pride, along with her smouldering stare, the ginger's icy blue irises shrunk as her pupils dilated to fill the space. Her heart beat faster and her abs tensed while below that she felt a writhing feeling. She'd never realised Beca was so smart: she thought the brunette was perhaps a little above average. Impressed at the girl's perfect performance, the ginger bit her lip as she also took in the sight before her.
Oddly, Chloe noticed that she'd been distracted by the captivating conversations her and Beca had been having that day and hadn't actually taken into account the outfit her friend was wearing. As per usual, the brunette wore black skinnies which accentuated her slim legs and helped her feet disappear into her black DM's. Despite the small acknowledgement the ginger was willing to give this; her focus was more Beca's torso. The smaller girl had chosen to adorn a low-cut black vest top which grasped her frame tightly and was as thin (and slightly transparent) as a layer of skin. Then Chloe understood why she hadn't seized her opportunity to actually study the modest girl's upper body. Previously, Beca had been wearing her baggy navy hoodie with the front pouch and white cord lock hanging down. However, the library got rather stuffy it seemed from all the computers whirring with their dusty fans and the lack of windows open in an attempt to protect the shelves of worn books. So, Beca must have removed her hoodie. But why did Chloe feel compelled to look so intently at Beca's bare skin displayed? Why did her eyes trace the smooth chest with the odd blemish of a mole here and there (which the ginger didn't feel affected the brunette's clear beauty anyhow)? And then her icy blue, though largely black, eyes travelled down further. They examined the round curve of Beca's breasts, and noted the larger size with their smooth complexion slightly showing from before where the top cuts off. In the amber light, the brunette's navy lace bra became more prominent as well, as its detailed pattern made an imprint into the top; as if to try and rip through the fibres.
Realising how she was staring through silence, Chloe quickly tried to snap her attention back to the present. She managed it long enough to notice Beca's smirk widen and just in time to see the beaming brunette wink at the increasingly-blushing ginger. Luckily for Chloe, Jesse had returned to his phone to search for the correct quote Beca had spoken of and to correct his notes, and furthermore missed a prime opportunity of teasing. However, Beca hadn't missed it. So why was she smiling? Chloe was confused at her friend's reaction, which simply made her mortified even further as she worried the other girl's grin was actually a sign that she was hatching a plan to mock the ginger with later. Where had she seen that mischievous grin before?
Within seconds, Chloe pinpointed the memory: her dream from the previous night. During the dream, she'd found herself trying to be confident and catch Beca off guard by dragging her to an enclosed space. It was dark because the ginger thought it would give off an air of mystery and sexiness. Her voice was as layered and silky as she could make it, while (once she eventually spoke) Beca's was raspy and slightly husky, making the ginger feel weak at the knees. Despite this, she kept the pretense up and used what the awoken Chloe could only imagine to be knowledge gained from tv shows/films she'd seen as a skill to demonstrate on the smaller girl. The events had occurred with such a tense atmosphere, yet ended so suddenly when her ignorant alarm pierced the dream. Dream, she reminded herself, that's what it was. A weird dream. Chloe had watched Orange is the New Black recently, so discarded it as being inspired from that. But still, even hours later in school, the ginger couldn't fathom as to why it was BECA in the dream. What did it all mean? And why did she find she'd had the reaction she did to it..it was unfathomable and easier to simply ignore in the ginger's mind. That was certainly the logical option - however, the question wasn't what was logical. The question was whether she could forget it, and whether it would appear again..?