Umm, I'm just going to leave this here.
"Yeah, but dad -" Beca whined. Silence and then a large huff, "okay dad, I'll see you in a minute."
She cancelled the call, shoved her phone back into her bag and dragged herself to where her father beckoned. Dinner with her father. She cringed at the thought, forgetting she was walking down a public road, receiving a few dodgy looks. This was one of her nightmares. Stuck in a room with obnoxiously civilised people having dinners and dates, while she stiffly talked to her father across a small table that felt like a million miles long. At least the step-monster wasn't coming. Now that would be her worst nightmare. College was the place where people escaped their parents, yet somehow Beca managed to be at the one college that her father taught at. She guessed that's what you get for having an unhealthy obsession with music that subverted any interest in classes or grades.
She groaned again, rubbing her face and set a faster pace towards the restaurant as after all her dad did call her to ask if she remembered their plans for the evening. She had reluctantly said yes, despite some attempts to get out of them.
She rounded the last corner only minutes later and opened the restaurant door. A man stepped to her, itching to welcome and seat her, but she mumbled at the maitre de, awkwardly pointing to where her dad was already seated.
"Beca!" Her father greeted, his arms wide in acceptance while still sat in his seat. Beca merely nodded and showed a toothless smile.
"So good of you to turn up," he quipped, receiving an eyeroll from Beca as she sat down, "and dress up." If she could roll her eyes any harder, they would be spinning in the back of her head. She gazed down at her attire - washed out blue plaid shirt, deep grey jeans - and replied "at least I wore heeled boots" with a shrug.
They sat in silence that felt like a photograph, Beca stuck with a blank, bored expression on her face and her father with his hands planted on the table, pinching at the table cloth. This was until he broke lull with a rough cough.
"So, how's school? Are you enjoying your classes? Keeping up your grades? Did you continue going to that accapella group? Have you looked into jobs that don't entail you stacking CDs? Planned a more attainable future than spinning records?" As if the flood gates had opened, Beca's dad asked question after question, not being able to stop and wanting to fill the silence.
Beca sighed and settled into answering her father's list.
The waiter had just taken their orders as Mr Mitchell was still prying in his daughter life.
"I really do think you should look into that internship at the lawyer firm, Beca. I'm sure Mr Diddy didn't start his hip-hop career without a proper college education."
Beca cringed, idly chasing the ice cubes in her drink with her straw, "I'll look into it, Dad" she said dully, attempting to get him off her back about all the different future careers that could make her future miserable. She took a long sip of her drink as he plunged into a more pressing subject.
"So, you got a boyfriend?" Mr Mitchell asked unaware why his question had caused his daughter to immediately choke on her drink, attempting to regain the flow of air to her lungs as she leaned forward towards the table.
"Dad!" She exclaimed, the most character she'd had in her voice the whole time.
"What?"
"err...no I don't have a boyfriend" she replied, her eyes shifting, confused why he'd start asking questions like this all of a sudden. He'd had never even asked or teased her about boys she'd had crushes on at elementary school. They'd never been the ones to talk about relationships. Or feelings in general.
"What about that young boy who works with you at the radio station? He seems nice enough for a guy who'd voluntary work there."
Beca wanted to bang her head into the table and just keep doing it until this whole conversation fizzled away. But she'd have to settle for mentally doing it instead. For onlookers' sake.
"Nah Dad, I'm really not interested. And please stop sounding like a suburban soccer mom"
"okay, okay" he said defensively. The silence returned to them and then, "so really no relationship prospects-"
"- Ugh dad no!" Beca groaned, "it's... complicated" she knew this would only raise eyebrows and questions from her father, but it surprisingly didn't, Dr. Mitchell recognising his daughter's want for personal space. It truly was complicated for Beca. What was she supposed to say to her dad: "I'm in a friends with benefits cliché, rom-com type situation. And oh yeah, it's with my philosophy teacher." She was sure her father would completely understand.
Mr Mitchell could tell Beca was lost in thought, her eyes staring lucidly at their table a big indication, so he cleared his throat and mumbled that they should get some more water for the table. Twisting in his seat looking for their waiter, his eyes caught on a couple that were being ushered to a cosy table for two by the maître de.
"Hey Beca, isn't that your one of your teachers?" He asked, seeing Beca's eyes reconnect with her brain and her head lift up a little at his speech.
"Huh...?"
"Your philosophy teacher right?" He said nodding to a woman behind him. Beca's gaze followed his direction and saw a man in a navy suit with his hand on the lower back of a woman in a red dress. She furrowed her brow in confusion as to why her father had pointed the couple out, but her facial features soon went slack when she saw that oh so familiar red hair was the owner of the tight ribbed red dress that cut off just above her knees.
"yeah Miss Beale, I've seen her in staff rooms and a few extra curriculum meetings before" her father's voice trailed off as Beca focused on how she sweetly smiled at the maître de, reading a "thank you" pass her painted lips as the man she was with pushed in the seat Chloe sat down in, him seating opposite her across the table with tea lights.
Why was she out with this guy? Beca thought. Was she on a date?! Why was she on a date?! Beca breathed slowly. Maybe she wasn't on a date, just an old friend from school she was catching up with or a handsome cousin. Yet the way he slightly leaned across the table when he spoke to her and the arm that was lying across to her half of the table, the hand palm up like an invitation, definitely did not seem like two platonic relatives deciding to catch up over a shared plate of spaghetti at a fancy restaurant in the evening.
Something tugged at Beca's chest. She scratched a little lower than her collarbone to try and satisfy the ache but it didn't subside. It was a lot more than an itch.
Beca instantly felt uncomfortable, even more so than before. It felt like she'd just realised she was a spec on a planet in a never-ending galaxy. Yet she felt like the walls were closing in. Her shoulders rose as if people were turning around from their meals and staring at her with hushed breath.
But only her father was. The waiter came back to the table bringing over their new drinks and her father thanked him while Beca grunted in approval through her teeth, her eyes not leaving Chloe and her date. She felt stupid for becoming invested in their arrangement. Yet she felt stupid for not being able to take her eyes off the two. Damn their table for being just over her father's shoulder, easy for her eyes to flit over and gain another stab in her chest. Damn it for being in perfect position to see every laugh the couple shared. Damn everything.
Suddenly Chloe stopped the conversation between the two of them, tucking a strand of curled hair behind her ear and got up from her seat most likely to the restroom. The older woman looked stunning in her deep red dress and black heels, her hair swaying past her collarbone. Beca wanted to punch everyone in the room that looked at her figure, especially Chloe's date. He wore a smug face like he was the luckiest guy in the world. And he was. And Beca wanted to get up and pull him out of the restaurant by his hair.
Unfortunately, Beca and her dad were sat close to the intended walk way and as Chloe was about to walk by, Beca tilted her head away, her hand playing with her hair. Thankfully Chloe did not see them and was just past their table, Beca releasing the breath the didn't realise she was holding.
However, her father had other intentions, quickly finishing the sip of his drink with raised brows and called "Oh Miss Beale".
Chloe whipped her head around and smiled at her fellow professor, "Dr. Mitche-" she didn't finish her sentence, having missed a beat but soon put two and two together that he was her favourite student's father, also with the helping hand of Beca's very familiar - she could possibly etch it blind - form in the seat opposite him. Chloe swallowed the lump in her throat regaining her faltered smile.
"How are you, Miss Beale?" Beca's father asked, clueless to the awkward tension surrounding their table.
"I'm err good thank you" Chloe almost grimaced.
"What brings you here this evening?" He pried
"Oh, I'm, just meeting with a - friend." Dr Mitchell smiled and nodded at her, then turned his attention to Beca, riding his eyebrows in a knowing look. Beca wanted to vomit.
"It's good to see you, Beca's always talking about how wonderful a teacher you are". Chloe darted her eyes to Beca, attempting to read her expression. Yet Beca's was stoic as she peered up at Chloe, which Chloe knew was not good.
Feeling trapped in this awkward encounter, Chloe broke free, addressing Dr Mitchell with a "if you'll excuse me", a smile and "it was lovely to see you." Chloe's eyes quickly looked at Beca, her smile dropping, and turned, almost hurrying away in the direction of the toilet.
"Hmm that was a little weird" Mr Mitchell claimed, looking at Beca a little confused
"well I guess it's always awkward seeing teachers outside of college" Beca said with a shrug. But how wrong Beca was. It was the exact opposite whenever the two women met out of the classroom, having Chloe's body pressed against her's was in fact extremely comfortable.
It was most likely that thought that possessed her to just as awkwardly excuse herself from the table with "I'm going to the toilet", naturally drawn to the redhead like two magnets. Beca swung open the bathroom door, walking in until she saw Chloe washing her hands in one of the sinks. Chloe saw Beca's form reflected in the mirror and stopped washing her hands, turning to face the brunette with a gulp. They stood in silence looking at each other, the only sound running water from the tap. Beca was so sure she was going to confront Chloe when she met her in the toilets but like usual, her mind got flustered and her words never came out how she intended, or at all in this case.
"Beca…" Chloe said softly, no real idea where her sentence was going. Droplets from Chloe's wet hands fell on the floor as Beca took a few steps closer to the older woman, hoping to God that someone would come into the toilet and break this awkward tension.
"It's not a date." Chloe sheepishly said, hoping it would explain everything. But Beca's face turned a tad confused as the previous body language and obvious flirtatious said otherwise. Hence, Chloe continued, "Well, it is a date." She started to find her words, yet found all of them and started rambling, "It's not one I chose. I was ambushed - Aubrey set us up. She knows him from the gym and set us up. I couldn't exactly say no- I have no reason to say no. So I reluctantly said yes. But I'm not enjoying it. Yes, he's a very nice and handsome guy but…" Beca started to feel comfortable again once Chloe started panic rambling like her normal self and Beca's mind attempted to make sense of the situation. It was very logical and Beca felt relief. Was that what it was? And her "relief" came out in the form of her closing the distance between her and Chloe, both hands of her face, bringing her in for a kiss.
Both women relaxed into the kiss, Chloe gripping hold of Beca's hips, pulling her impossibly closer. Beca pulled away uttering, "It's okay, I understand" Chloe nodded her eyes still closed. Both women moving apart from each other.
"I still feel bad though. I just wanted to tell you"
"Chlo, whatever you do in your free time is your business" Beca smiled, "Anyway, it's not like we're dating or anything" Chloe weakly smiled back, happy that Beca wasn't annoyed, but she couldn't help but feel a little upset by Beca's words.
"So, you're really not enjoying yourself?" Beca smirked, looking up at the redhead. Chloe breathed out a laugh, dipping her head and saying "no"
"Looks like you got dressed up for nothing" Beca quirked an eyebrow, running her gaze slowly down Chloe's figure.
"Hmm, not totally for nothing" Chloe said, grabbing the fabric of Beca's shirt and pulling her forward the few inches they were apart, locking lips once more. Beca smiled into the kiss, her this time putting her hands on the other woman's hips. The redhead's breath caught in her throat as Beca's leg started to move in between her own. Yet, she was shocked and slightly frustrated when Beca used it to push the two of them back into a stall and not to begin to relieve the heat that was already pooling in between her legs. Embarrassingly so as Beca had barely touched her. They were lucky they had made it this far without anyone else coming in to use the bathroom. Beca now revoked her previous wish for someone to walk into the bathroom to relieve the tension. She'd do it herself, but in time.
Beca backed the two of them against the wall of the stall, blindly fumbling to lock the door after them as she was still lost in the feeling of Chloe's mouth. Both of Beca's hands came to run up Chloe's side and ended up cupping Chloe's breasts roughly, gaining a muffled moan from the redhead's lips. They broke their long, heated kiss and Beca began to work on kissing Chloe's jaw instead – not getting enough of the woman opposite her. Thoughts of Beca's dad and Chloe's date wondering where the two were right now were far from their minds as Beca began to kiss down Chloe's neck, biting a little. Beca knew not to leave marks on Chloe's neck as she'd leave the other girl with a lot of questions from her date when they finally arrived back. However, Beca didn't need to leave a mark to get the response she wanted as Chloe let out a loud moan as she bit and kissed the spot she knew Chloe loved. Beca laughed slightly and removed her mouth from Chloe's neck.
"You've gotta at least try and be quiet". Chloe merely nodded in reply, content that she could hold her cool. However, that was very short lived as Beca removed her hands from Chloe's breasts and ran one of them down to cup Chloe's sex over her dress. Chloe's hips bucked into the touch and started rocking slowly as Beca began to move her hand. Trying to displace her want to grind harder on Beca's hand and get herself off right there and then, she kissed Beca fiercely, burrowing her hand in brunette hair.
After a while of this, Beca removed her hand, much to her's and Chloe's disappointment from the lack of heat and friction. Instead, Beca opted to sink to her knees, trying not to this of the state of the bathroom floor she was kneeling on. Thank God, this restaurant is fancy enough to have moderately clean bathrooms. Chloe nearly lost it there at the whole idea of Beca going down on her. If Beca wanted her to keep quiet she was surely, pulling her leg now. Beca began to pull up Chloe's dress, but Chloe was more than eager to tug it up herself and spread her legs a little, licking her lips in anticipation. Beca pulled down the soaked underwear in the way, it pooling to the floor, and started licking and sucking the place where Chloe needed her the most. The redhead's back arched against the wall as she moaned and hooked her right leg over Beca's shoulder. If the heels Chloe was wearing weren't making her lose balance already, Beca's ministrations definitely were as she practically worshipped Chloe's pussy.
Before, Chloe got too comfortable with the sensation and felt herself giving in to the pleasure, Beca removed her mouth and replaced it with her right hand that had been resting on Chloe's leg, trying to keep her steady. Beca run her fingers through Chloe's folds and eased two digits into Chloe as the redhead bit her lip hard and squeezed her eyes shut. As Beca increased the tempo of her fingers, she began to suck and bite the flesh around Chloe's heat and upper thighs. This time she made sure that they would leave marks so Chloe's date knew that she wasn't his if they took their date outside the restaurant. It was silently possessive and jealous, yet if she didn't say the words you're mine out loud, they weren't real. Only Chloe's bruising thighs had solid evidence. Nor did Chloe mind or notice Beca's decorate, as she was so wrapped up in the feel of Beca's fingers inside of her hitting all the right places.
"Beca-" Chloe choked out, indicating she was getting near to the edge; if her hand flying to grip Beca's hair tightly wasn't already an indication. Thus, Beca removed her mouth from the flesh on Chloe's upper thigh she was sucking and started to pay attention to Chloe's clit. This was the final straw for the redhead, who frantically bucked her hips into Beca's mouth while simultaneously grinding on her fingers as she came with whines, beads of sweat and heavy breathing. Beca let her ride out her high, then slowly removed her fingers instantly wrapping her lips around them. She stood with a smile. Chloe cursed under her breath and slumped a little, both exhausted and satisfied.
"Right, we should probably go. They'll be wondering where we are" Beca said reluctantly, leading down to wriggle Chloe's underwear back on and tug her dress down so she looked at least a little like she hadn't been fucked in the bathroom. Granted her hair was a little pushed up at the back, but Chloe had a glow in her skin that Beca found irresistible and always made her want to dive in and swim once more in the sea that was Chloe Beale.
"What about you?" Chloe said, finally getting her breath back.
"You took way too long" she said with a wink, "you'll just have to owe me some other time"
"I'll jot it down" Chloe replied with a toothy grin.
"I'll let you get more representable. We don't wanna walk out at the same time and add to the ever-growing list of questions my dad wants to ask me" They both walked out of the stall just as an unassuming woman waltzed into the bathroom, lip stick in hand. Chloe looked into the mirror pretending to amend to her appearance, but caught the glimpse of Beca's wink to her as she exited the bathroom.
As Beca made it back to her table, her dad was just thanking the waiter as he placed down their meals.
"Perfect timing. Thanks for finally joining us" her Dad sassed to her. Beca rolled her eyes and made up some half-assed excuse about how Stacy had rung her while she was in the bathroom. Her dad only hummed a reluctant approval and started eating. As Beca started eating, the noticed the back of Chloe walking past her back to her table. Beca grinned into her meal as she shoved pasta into her mouth. Seeing Chloe uncomfortably sit back to her seat and attempt to charm an excuse for why she had taken so long in the bathroom reminded Beca that she was really quite hungry, having worked up such an appetite.
I apologise so much for the 2 YEAR hiatus! I can't justify why I was away for so long. I'm just a lazy shit. This has been a quarter done and in my notes for ages and I just decided to finish it today because why not?! I hope you guys liked it and I would really appreciate any suggestions for future chapters (or any fics) you might have or notes or comments in general. Thanks again :)