"Slow Dancing in a Burning Room" by John Mayer is mentioned here. Well, not the actual song, but the title. I've always loved that sad song.

Let me know what you think! :)

"Hello?"

"Hey, still up?"

"Well, no. But I'm up now. Something wrong?"

"I'm sorry. I know it's late there. I just got home, and I just…"

"You wanted to talk?"

"Yeah."

"So how was school today? Have you like, opened dead bodies yet?" Beca may have sounded too eager.

"Really? That's the first question that came to mind?" Chloe gave out a soft laugh.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Smartypants. It's not like I know much about the medical field to ask you specific questions about the human genome or something."

"Human genome?" Chloe laughed out loud. "That's—Okay. Nevermind."

It wasn't as terrible as Beca had expected, everyone moving on with their lives. There was a pinky promise that night Amy made that ruckus in the stairway—sliding from the second floor was really a bad idea. Beca made everyone pinky swear—earning her a chorus of disbelief from the rest of the Bellas. "Pinky swear? What white shit is this?" "Wow. Truly badass, Beca." "In my country, pinky swear means getting your pinky cut off." "…"—that was Lily, by the way. Ever the quiet one.

"You have to promise, guys. We'll stay in touch. We'll stay connected, wherever we may be. Can someone send a contract to Aubrey to document this. Ask her to send me a signed copy." She smirked as she looked at Chloe.

So far, so good. Everyone was abiding by that promise—thanks to their group chat where they update each other of what's going on with them. Really, it was more of Fat Amy updating everyone of what was going on with her and Bumper in areas they really did not want to picture. Gross.

She fell into a comfortable set-up with Chloe. Beca finding comfort in the fact that Chloe was still her best friend, and Chloe finding comfort in talking to the other after her long ass classes.

"Hey Becs. What's up?"

"So, I'm walking right now downtown and I just came from work."

"Work? On a Saturday? You must really love your job, huh."

"Yeah, well. I just wanted to prepare something for Monday. Anyway, so I'm walking now and guess what I just saw?"

"What?"

"Wow, so much for guessing Beale."

"What is it?"

"Remember that pizza place we ate at in Florida when you brought me there?"

"Alessandro's? The one with the gelato you loved so much?"

"That one! They're opening here! Like, two blocks away from work."

"Oh god. I bet you're having that for the rest of all your lunch breaks."

"Hell, yeah."

"Hell, no. At least order some salad?"

"Fine, Mrs. Beale."

"Don't be a child, Mitchell."

From random topics to the deeper ones they used to have at two in the morning. They talk on the phone when they can. They talk over Skype when they can. They message each other a lot, thank goodness for messaging apps. They send random photos to each other, sharing things about their day. They'd hear teasing from Amy and the other girls from time to time, and Chloe would never admit to Beca but she was scolded by Aubrey once or twice for still having whatever it was with the younger woman. It was comfortable for the two former Bellas.

Two months in, Beca still questioned herself what the hell was going on between the two of them. But she'd only rationalize minutes later, they're just continuing their friendship. This was how they were before, right? Nothing wrong with it. Perfectly fine. Perfectly normal.

CR's wedding was moved to after a year from graduation, having mentioned problems with the venue. The Bellas found out later on that she may or may not have lost the money to be used for down payment in some underground casino—quite literally, it was located at the basement of a four-bedroom house in the suburbs that was being run by a middle-aged couple. It turns out it was Lily who hooked her up. Don't even ask how.

Everyone was excited, of course, since it was basically the first time they were seeing each other again after leaving Barden, so when news got out that the wedding was being moved to a later date, there was an overall feeling of disappointment except for Ashley and Jessica who called it—that CR would gamble away the money for the wedding in one way or another. Although for Stacie, it felt more like losing a bet because she did lose a bet to Ashley and Jessica regarding CR's money-handling habits. Stacie realized years later that she may have been played knowing that Lily played a crucial role in introducing the funny couple from suburbia who owned the underground casino to CR. I mean, what were the odds that CR would befriend a white heterosexual couple in their late 40s? Lily played me.

The others were disappointed for different reasons—Fat Amy, who, during the wedding had told everyone that she was now going with just Amy. Everyone kind of got confused whether to include Just in saying Amy's name or not. Later on, Fat Amy took it back, saying just Amy wasn't working out. Fat Amy was fine. She was simply disappointed for not being able to see the girls sooner.

There was Flo who had to rebook her flight from Guatemala to the United States mentioning something about how it's a privilege to be able to rebook a flight, others are not so lucky they have to sell their remaining liver to be able to do so or find a relative with a liver good for selling.

Then there was Aubrey, who was looking forward to this wedding to get a well-deserved break from bear handling and corporate team buildings. She won't admit it much, but she may have been a bit excited to see the girls again. Beca included.

And of course, Beca. She never admitted it, but it was obvious to everyone and their grandmothers. She's looked forward to this wedding for months to be able to see the girls and Chloe again. And then the news broke that they'd have to wait until the following year.

"Hey, I haven't spoken to you in a week. You've been busy?" Beca spoke over the phone.

"Yeah, sorry Becs. School. You know how it is."

"I know. I just—" Beca wasn't sure if she was going to say it out loud. She wasn't even sure why she can't. It wasn't a secret, that's for sure. They kissed already, for goodness sake. So what was hard in telling her that she missed her?

"Beca?"

"Yeah?"

"Nothing, I thought I lost you there. You were saying something?"

"Yeah. No. I mean—"

"Okay. Becs, I really would love to talk more, but I have to go. I still have two papers to finish and these books aren't gonna read themselves."

"Oh, sure. Call me when you're a bit…more free to talk. Yeah?"

"Yeah, I will."

I miss you. She beat herself why she couldn't just say that out loud. "Dammit!"

"I'm sorry!" Fat Amy exclaimed as she entered the small apartment she shared with Beca.

"Jesus, Amy. You scared me. Why are you saying sorry?"

"I'm not sure. I take it the 'dammit' was not for me?"

"Yeah, no. Not for you, sorry."

"Oh. Long distance relationship problems?" Fat Amy gave her a wink.

"What? No!" Beca scoffed at the thought. The Bellas never stopped teasing the two of them, even after graduation. Stacie got a bit confused at one point, asking out loud what they were exactly. Quickly saying, "Perfectly fine if you don't want any labels. I'll support you all the way." This simply earned a scoff from Beca Mitchell who thought to herself—labels? Psssh. I don't even know what we are, dammit. Yeah, a label would be helpful.

"Okay. You don't have to be defensive, little one."

"I'm not being defensive. And don't call me little one."

"All right, almighty tiny zeus."

Beca gave out a deep sigh and stood up to get ready for bed. "You can talk to me, you know? I know my perfect relationship with Bumper may be a bit intimidating—" "Yeah, no. Not really." "Shh. Listen, little one. You can really talk to me whenever. I'm Fat Amy. Your best friend. Your room mate. Your soul mate, or second soul mate, whatever. Your back-up dancer, if ever you wished to become a dancer for a living."

"Amy, I'm fine. Really." She offered a smile so that she'd let it go.

"Okay. But I'm just saying, I'm here."

She couldn't tell her what was bothering her, she wasn't even sure what it was. What's so hard about admitting to Chloe that she missed her? She was quite sure Chloe would say it back. Or would she? Beca closed her eyes, trying to force herself to sleep as she listened to Amy singing to Michael Learns to Rock in the bathroom.

The wedding happened and everything was all right. Everyone was happy. CR was marrying the woman of her dreams. Flo broke the news that she's finally found a job in Washington. Stacie was happily dating and may have forgotten to mention that she's finally been accepted at a pharmaceutical company.

Seeing all the girls again made Beca smile. Seeing them all hug it out, with all the how are you's, how have you been's, did you color your hair, made Beca's heart swell a bit. It reminded her of that one evening she got home late from her then secret internship at Residual Heat—all the girls were having fun pillow fighting and she felt like she was intruding. She remembered Chloe, Amy, Flo, CR, Jessica, Ashley, and… and… Okay, I feel like I'm missing someone, but I'm not quite sure. She was shaken out of her thoughts—quite literally, because Amy was shaking her shoulders. "Hey almighty Beca, don't just stand there. Join the group hug!" It's not like I haven't seen Amy, we live together for Christ's sake.

And there was Chloe, standing beside Aubrey who was busy chatting up Stacie. She was staring at her with her oh so gorgeous smile, wearing a beige summer dress complimenting her bright blue eyes. Beca gave her a smile and walked towards her to say hello, but Chloe was coming at her, embracing her tightly. "I've missed you." "It's not like we don't talk, Beale. And it's not like this is the first time we're seeing each other." Good job Beca for acting cool, job well done.

This wasn't the first time she's seeing Chloe. She surprised her last Christmas in Florida, deciding last minute to book a ticket and brave the holiday season by traveling. She called Chloe's parents to make sure they were okay with it. Of course, it was hard enough to let her dad and Sheila know she won't be joining them for the rest of the Christmas holidays, it was harder to explain it to Fat Amy without giving away much information.

"Little grasshopper. Worry not, I will make your Christmas holiday woes go away by accompanying you for the re—"

"Amy, it's fine. I've got Dad & Sheila. Really, you can go with Bumper to visit his family."

"Oh. Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah. No. I don't think so. Don't worry Becs, I didn't follow good old Jesse's advice and we will not be watching Christmas movies—"

"Really, Amy. It's fine." Beca tried with a bigger smile this time.

"Beca." She sat down beside her. "I know, you have a hard time opening up to people. And I'm really trying here, to be your best friend. I can be the Barney to your Fred, the Mary Kate to your Ashley. Oh speaking of, how about we watch It Takes Two, you know that movie where they're twins but not really, and—"

"Amy. It's really fine."

"Ouch, Beca. I'm trying here."

"It's not—"

"Now I know how Jesse felt. Geez."

"Hey, come on. That was a low—"

"Nothing's ever low with you, tiny one."

"Amy!"

"Okay, okay!" She threw her hands up in surrender. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you have a secret rendezvous with your lovahh."

"Lovahh? I don't..No. I really don't kno—"

"Yeah, yeah. It's not like you bought a last minute ticket to some sunny state to visit someone you knew very well and I didn't, right? Like you would brave the holiday season and go through airports full of people and fly on planes full of crying babies and running toddlers."

Beca just stared at her in disbelief.

"You know, in Tasmania, we didn't have those crazy holiday traveling problems." Beca eventually fell asleep listening to Amy rambling about Tasmania and alligators and babies and jumping off planes and bears. Not necessarily in that order.

The wedding was too beautiful and everyone felt it ended so soon.

"Guys, we really shouldn't wait for someone to get married to get together like this." Jessica told everyone.

"Oh, how about we schedule a trip once or twice a year. I could use a vacation or two." Aubrey suggested.

"Good idea, Aubrey! Only… we'll still end up only seeing each other once in a blue moon." Beca sarcastically added.

"Well, I'm sorry Beca. It's not like everyone's living in the same Bella house anymore." Aubrey retorted.

"You're right." Beca didn't even want to argue with the former captain. A feeling of sadness was beginning to creep in because they were all parting ways again to move back to their lives. Flo to Washington. Stacie to the pharmaceutical company. Jessica and Ashley to Los Angeles. Lily to… nobody knew. CR was staying in Maine. Aubrey to the Lodge. And Chloe. Chloe to her books. And late night studies. And long ass classes.

Parting with everyone else, except for Amy, left a feeling of gloom within Beca. It reminded her of their last night at the Bella house when Amy slid down the staircase. It felt like an end and everyone was beginning to feel down but also hopeful because they were starting the rest of their lives. Of course, nobody told Beca the rest of her life meant having to share an apartment with Amy. That night, all of them bid the Bella house goodbye, all its memories and…I really feel like I'm missing something. There it was again, something was tugging at Beca, it was at the tip of her tongue but she wasn't quite sure. Again, she was brought out of her reverie by a sudden embrace from behind, "Skype soon, okay?" "Of course. Take care, Chlo." "You too, Becs."

The comfortable set-up lasted until it didn't. It wasn't long until Beca became busy with work and Chloe with school and both were stubborn enough to ever care to admit something was changing. She felt her slowly slipping away—first it was paperwork, then there were the readings for class, and then there were reviews with other people. She gets it, medical school is hard, and she was slowly beginning to understand what Chloe meant when she had to put herself first. It was something good, what Chloe was doing. She was going to do good for others, for the world.

It wasn't just Chloe. It was everything around her. Amy broke the news of her moving out, and it wasn't just out of their shared apartment, it was almost like moving to another state. She was going to work for Aubrey—having mentioned needing a trainer for confidence and bouncing back from failure. Apparently, it was a thing with corporate players. Her work was keeping her busy enough to not think about things, but it had her attending gigs and late night events, by the time she got home, she'd be too tired to give Chloe a Skype call.

Then, there was everybody else. The few months after CR's wedding, their group chat was on a high. Photos from the wedding kept being posted with I miss you's, Wish you guys were here, We should do this more often, Let's not wait a year again. And then it slowly died down. Messages were becoming scarce. Even Amy's updates on her love life were limited now. Flo was blaming it on Aubrey's workaholic nature brushing off on Amy. Weeks turned into months. Greetings were now becoming more random. The only thing constant were the birthday greetings. More months have passed and then it was the holiday season again. Greetings came and went. And then it was quiet. Everyone's moved on.

Beca was busy with work, Chloe with school. In fact, they haven't been speaking as much. Stacie was sent by her company to New York, becoming a part of a team that will develop a new drug that will probably save lives somewhere. Even the few times there were updates on their group chat, Beca had been too busy with work to check. She didn't see their updates. Bumper asking Amy to marry him. CR having marital problems. Ashley telling her it was probably just a phase. Jessica and Ashley both moving out of Los Angeles and moving right back. I know, weird.

The first three years were a blur. Aubrey has expanded to the west coast, and Amy's planning to write a book. Jessica and Ashley were being tapped to sing as back up to a Swedish band visiting LA. Flo is apparently working for a congressman. Lily posted photos of her trip to Japan and Korea. CR was working for a big named producer in Maine. Beca has finally produced a song the past year. Everyone asking Amy when the hell she was getting married—it turns out, they were having a very long engagement.

Next thing Beca knew, it's been almost five years since Barden and Chloe has graduated from Stanford. She did fly to Los Angeles together with Aubrey to attend the graduation. It didn't come as a surprise when Tom attended too. Tom, it turns out, was a close family friend and has been supportive of Chloe from the very beginning. Beca wasn't jealous, why would she be? Pssh.

CR was getting married. Again. It turns out, she really did have marital problems. Got divorced, and got on with her divorce lawyer. Beca's been so busy she hadn't noticed how time went by. For the second time in five years, they were all getting together again for Cynthia Rose's wedding in Maine.

Amy had published her book and it was a dud. Another example for her training on conquering your failures. Aubrey was now expanding her business to meditation and mindfulness, this was the next big thing for the corporate world. Lily shared about her trip to Germany—nobody heard what she said but they saw the photos. Stacie was now part of the team conducting the trial sessions for their wonder drug—nobody still knew what it would cure. Jessica and Ashley have gotten gigs singing back up for Lady Gaga and Elton John. And Beca. Beca had a surprise that she was keeping to herself.

Aubrey was teary eyed as she looked on as her friend said "I do" for the second time. She saw Beca looking at her incredulously. "What? Weddings make me cry happy tears, okay?"

"Lesbi-honest." Amy began her speech during the reception. "This is probably the second-most beautiful wedding I've ever seen. Next to your first wedding. Here's to hoping I don't see a third one." Everybody laughed.

There was dancing, lots of it. Of course it helped that CR was deeply connected in the music business in Maine. Everyone was dancing like crazy. It was one of those events wherein you just forget your everyday concerns and enjoyed the music being offered to you and the company you were with. Beca found herself seated beside Chloe, looking on at the others dancing on the floor with CR's new wife. Again, it reminded her of that one night she came home late from her internship, seeing all the Bellas pillow fighting in the living room. I feel like I'm missing something from this… memory. She snapped out of it when she saw CR giving the two of them a wink from where she was standing.

"Crazy, huh?"

"What?" Chloe looked at Beca, the music was kind of loud.

"I said it's crazy!"

"What is?"

"That CR has now been married. Twice!"

"I know, right?" Chloe giggled.

That giggle. Beca missed that. "It's funny how you think you've found the one person you're spending the rest of your life with until it's not."

"Aww, Beca. Ever the romantic." Chloe deadpanned.

"But it's interesting. At the end of the day, it is your choice, right? There's this one person for you. Things work out and you decide you want to spend the rest of your life with that person. Until you decide it's not. It IS your choice."

"Okay, Dr. Love. That's enough wine for you." Chloe giggled again. And Beca couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, Chlo. You wanna step outside for a bit? The music is kind of loud in here."

"Sure."

Aubrey eyed them as they exited the building. Outside, the music was still there but with the addition of the sound of waves crashing nearby. The cold breeze was refreshing. The dark night with the moon hanging low was a contrast to the bright lights inside.

"How've you been?" Chloe asked.

"Since I last saw you at your graduation?"

Chloe laughed. "Yeah. Since last month."

"Well, I've been good. You?"

"Good."

Beca was smiling at Chloe now who was leaning against a railing.

"What? Why are you smiling like that?" Chloe asked.

"Because I've got good news." Beca was practically grinning by this time.

"Okay, Cheshire cat. Spill."

"So, they've asked me to be part of the team of producers to head up to our new office in the west coast."

"That's great news!" Chloe gave her a long embrace. It was missing something, like not the usual upbeat hug from the redhead but the warmth of it was a welcome to Beca.

"Okay, Chlo. You can let go now. Ow."

Chloe giggled.

"Wait, you didn't let me finish."

"Continue."

"I'm moving to LA." Beca was all smiles. Chloe gave her another long embrace, whispering, "I'm proud of you, Becs. I know you've worked hard for this. LA was always the dream, right?" Chloe was now staring into her eyes.

"I was thinking, since I'm moving to LA, maybe we can—"

Beca had to stop. Something was wrong. Chloe wasn't her usual bubbly self. Something was definitely wrong. "Okay, what's wrong?" "What do you mean, nothing's wrong." "No, Chloe. I know you. Something's off." "Nothing's off." "You're not chirpy." "I'm never chirpy." "Chloe." "What?" "Tell me what's wrong."

Chloe searched her eyes, for what, Beca wasn't sure. It took her a few more minutes to finally find words. "I'm leaving LA." It was almost a whisper, like a truth that didn't want to be told out loud. The redhead faced the ocean in the distance, refusing to look at the younger woman.

Beca took a while before she realized what was actually said. "What do you mean?" "I'm leaving LA." "Yeah, I heard that. But—" "Beca, please don't make this any harder." It was almost like a plea. "I'm not the one who's making it harder, Chloe. God. Why didn't you—Why—Why didn't I know about this?"

"Come on, Beca. It's not like you asked me."

"Yeah, but I mean. You never told me this. Your plan was to do your residency in LA. I worked around that." There was panic in Beca's voice.

"I had other plans. I've been sitting on that plan for months until I decided to give it a go. And now I'm doing it."

"We were together, like, a month ago. The dinner, with your parents, with Tom, with Aubrey. Everyone was talking about your residency in LA, how Tom could hook you up at UCLA." Frustration was coming out of Beca's voice. It kind of reminded her of their trip to Aubrey's Lodge, when she had a shouting match with Chloe. She never liked raising her voice at Chloe.

"I couldn't tell everyone then, okay? Can we just drop—"

"No. You could have at least told me, Chlo!"

"Why? I don't see it being any of your business!"

"Oh, I see. Okay, I'm sorry for wanting to know about what's happening with you."

"Stop that, Beca!"

"Stop what?"

"Stop acting like—" Chloe refrained herself.

"Stop acting like what? Say it." Beca stood in front of the redhead, arms crossed, daring her to answer the question.

Chloe didn't. And Beca just stared, waiting for her to say something. In the distance, she heard Amy shouting, "Dragon shots!" and everyone else cheering.

The French doors to the building opened and a young couple stumbled outside, straightening up when they saw they weren't alone. They immediately walked towards the garden and disappeared into the night.

Beca was furious. Stop acting like what? Why can't she say it? And she's mad at me? I pulled strings so that I could go to LA. And she's mad at me?

"Remember when I told you years ago, I wanted this for me?" Chloe began, it was faint. Beca would not have heard if she wasn't so close to the redhead.

"Oh, how could I forget that Chlo. You tell me you want me. You kiss me. And yet, whatever it was going on between us can't happen because you wanted to put you first. It didn't stop there. You treated my like… you wanted me, like… I was special." The frustration was evident in Beca's voice now.

"But you are special, Beca. You always have been."

"Then why—why this?"

"Because I want to do this for me."

"Yeah, you've said that! What—Why—" The frustration was evident in the younger woman's voice. "Then what are we fucking doing Chloe? All these. All those nights. All those calls. What the fuck were they?"

Chloe couldn't answer.

Beca gave out a frustrated laugh. "What the fuck are we doing, Chloe? Why—why haven't you dated the last five years, huh?"

"Why haven't you?" There was anger in her voice. Oh you've done it now, Beca.

Chloe's answer was so quick it caught Beca off guard. Beca wasn't sure if it was the wine earlier. Or the moonlight and the waves in the background. Definitely not Amy shouting "Crocodile shots!" It may have been the light coming from the white French doors giving Chloe a soft glow.

Beca grabbed Chloe's face with both her hands and pulled her in for a kiss—it was passionate, it was frantic, it was hungry, it was all those five years rolled into a searing kiss. Chloe may have let out a soft moan which only drove Beca to kiss her more. It was sloppy, it was strong, it was all she's ever wanted. She was afraid Chloe would not have felt the same, but she wasn't stopping either, she was letting her. Beca's hands were beginning to roam in places she's only dreamed of touching this way, and her lips have moved on to her jawline and then her neck. Chloe's hands had already formed a fist on Beca's hair.

Somebody cleared their throat. Beca's lips were hot on Chloe's neck when she tapped her to straighten up.

"I didn't want to intrude, but have you guys seen my cousin? He's wearing a suit?"

"Gee, CR. I don't know, half your guests are probably wearing a suit." Beca couldn't help but give a snarky comment.

"What gives, Beca?" CR gave her an incredulous look.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Beca closed her eyes to compose herself, Chloe touched the small of her back which seemed to do the trick. "There was a couple who walked towards the garden earlier. He was wearing a suit, he looked like he was 16 or something."

"Okay, probably him. Hopefully him. Garden, you mean? He better not be making babies." CR walked back inside. Amy's shouting again, "Panda train shots!"

Beca looked to Chloe, hoping to continue where they left off, "Can I?"

"Beca…" Chloe wasn't allowing it this time.

Beca sat at the porch and looked at the stars. She didn't know what to say after that. She didn't know what to do.

"I applied for residency with the Army."

Beca looked at Chloe in shock, but urged her to continue.

"I wanted something more. I wanted to be that difference. And I felt like that won't happen if I'm just in LA. So I applied for a residency in the Army, and there's an opening for the Navy, it's in France. They're sending me overseas."

Beca couldn't answer. She couldn't believe it. Chloe wasn't only leaving LA. She was leaving the continent. And suddenly everything was crashing down on her, she wanted to run away, run away really far. The redhead sensing this, gently placed her hand on Beca's. Chloe searched the brunette's eyes. For what exactly, it wasn't clear. And then, as if finally deciding on something, she stood up and pulled the smaller woman as she walked slowly towards the house rented out for the Bellas for the duration of the wedding.

It felt like they were in on their own secret. The music from the wedding becoming fainter as they neared the house. Chloe entered first, still with Beca in tow. They entered through the kitchen, then the living room, walked up the stairs and entered Chloe's bedroom shared with Aubrey. It will have to do.

Chloe went in for a kiss. This time it was slow, letting Beca grasp the situation unraveling before her. The redhead stepped backwards and stopped as she searched Beca's eyes, as if checking if she still wanted to run away. She reached for the zipper of her own dress, slowly pulled it down and let it fall on the ground.

Hours later, they were on the porch connected to the living room, with a view of the sea. It was dark, but the crashing waves made for a calming sound. They were sharing wine they found in the kitchen. It wasn't the best tasting wine but it did the job. It both gave them courage and lowered their inhibitions. It calmed the nerves after a highly charged night—at least it did for Beca.

The party was still going on in the distance, less shouting but more music. Beca's mind was racing. That just happened. And now she has to leave for freakin' France. What are we doing, Chloe? The redhead has been quiet, but there was a faint smile on her face as she looked out to the sea.

Beca stood up from where she was sitting and held out her hand to the woman in front of her.

"Can I have this dance?"

Beca was afraid she may have startled the older girl as she looked up to her. In the darkness and stillness of the room, Chloe's blue eyes shone like the stars of the night sky. In the same darkness, she saw the faint smile on Chloe's lips as she reached out to her hand.

They danced in the room with the distant sound of the music from the wedding. It was a guitar playing a slow rhythm with which they danced to. It felt intimate. It was intimate. Beca placed her hand at the small of the back of Chloe as the taller girl rested her chin on her shoulder.

Their dance continued as the waves made gentle crashing sounds.

"Chlo?" Beca whispered. She had to whisper. She didn't want to interrupt the silence enveloping the two of them.

"Hm?" Chloe responded in the same hushed manner as the other.

She moved her lips nearer to the redhead's ears as she whispered, "I feel like… we're slow dancing in a burning room."

Chloe didn't respond. But her thumb was trying to play with Beca's skin, only the dress was in the way.

"It's trouble. There's pain, but the dance makes all the pain worthwhile."

And just a bit, Beca felt Chloe hold her tighter as they danced.

"And… I know the burning room will engulf us both so, I'm just enjoying this moment. And it feels so damn good."

Beca moved her head to face Chloe. They were centimeters from each other, their hot breaths on each other's face. Beca stroked Chloe's face with her humb and she saw her close her eyes at the contact.

"This is going to be painful, isn't it?" Beca had to ask, because it sure as hell felt something was ending well before it even started.

"Shh. Beca, just… let's not…"

Beca nodded. They danced until the song ended.