A/N: Hello Pitch Perfect Fans! Here's a new chapter of the Bellas in Las Vegas. I hope you are still enjoying it, and can ignore any typos or misspellings. They, I'm afraid are all mine.
Thanks to everyone for reading, and please leave a review; they really are helpful.
Disclaimer: As always, I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of the characters, but I do love them.
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Chapter 11
Love in an Elevator
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Fat Amy's favorite part of these mission impossible adventures was quickly becoming the mission planning pizza sessions, where the Bellas would figure out their next move over pizza, because of course brainstorming is always best with pizza.
"I'm still trying to figure out where you got that," Amy says around her last bite of pepperoni. She gestures around her with her half-eaten slice of pizza. Aubrey had somehow got her hand on a giant whiteboard and an equally big cork board which was being used to pin pictures and diagrams. Aubrey and Stacie's suite had become mission planning central.
"I have my ways Amy," says Aubrey, as she pins up a new diagram.
"Yeah, she does," adds Stacie, with a wink that brings a blush to Aubrey's cheeks.
Continuing to walk around the setup, Fat Amy takes another bite and says, "I'm not talking about your horizontal escapades, or should I say sexcapades?"
"That's too bad, I am," cuts in Stacie.
"Everyone knows that," says Emily.
Fat Amy ignores the two taller women, and say, "I'm talking about all of this. Where did you get all of this?"
Aubrey shrugs, "Like I said, I have my ways."
"Why are we going through all of this, let's just grab Short Stack, she's so tiny, any of us could carry her. I have sack that will fit Shawshank."
"I don't think that will work, Amy," Aubrey sighs in exasperation.
"Course it will work, I've eaten breakfasts that were bigger than Short Stack. And if any of tall hunks of German eye-candy try to stop us, I'm sure we can take down any DSM members that get in the way. I can Barney those blokes like nobody's business. I mean I've done my share as a walloper of Poddy-dodgers in my time."
Aubrey just stares at the boisterous blonde Aussie for a second, tries to respond, can't find the words, finally takes a breath sighs, and then exclaims Aubrey in exasperation, "That makes no sense at all Fat Amy, and besides, I'm pretty sure it's illegal."
Amy looks incredulous, "Why would you think that?"
"Because you suggested it," answers Aubrey.
"Hey guys, things are beginning to spiral for Beca. I think we need to get Beca out of there right away," says Ashley.
"We need to institute Lily's plan," adds Jessica.
Chloe looks over at Legacy. "Emily, did you send out the press releases?"
The taller woman smiles brightly and nods, "Yeah, they're all sent."
Chloe returns the smile, "Ashley, did we make all the lunch orders for the shelters?"
Ashley gives a thumb up. "Flo's cousin who works for the local NBC affiliate has a reporter and cameraman ready downstairs, ready to do the interview."
Aubrey sighs, "We're not fully ready, but we have no choice. Make the call, get Kommissar and Beca down to the lobby."
"How can we be sure Beca will be there? Kommissar might just leave Beca in her suite," Stacie inquires.
Aubrey shakes her head. "No. Kommissar is playing with Beca right now, like a cat playing with its prey." The blonde looks over to her redheaded best friend. "Sorry Chlo." The redhead shakes her head, and says 'it's alright.' Aubrey gives a reassuring smile and continues, "The blonde bitch will want to keep Beca close. Show her off, while continuing to remind Beca that she belongs to her."
"I love it when you go all commanding," stage whispers Stacie, before giving the blonde a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Okay, we need to get in position," says Aubrey, having to ignore the feelings the taller brunette is stirring in her. "Don't all go at once, disperse and make your way to your respective spots individually." The blonde captain gives Fat Amy a pointed look. "Don't draw attention to yourself."
Fat Amy rolls her eyes, but begins to nod when Aubrey fixes her with her aca-Nazi stare.
"The call has been made," reports Emily.
"Okay people, the clock is ticking, let's move."
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Chloe walks through the lobby acting inconspicuous without trying to seem like she is acting inconspicuous.
Satisfied that she's approaching the door unnoticed, Chloe quickly raps out two rapid knocks, pauses and then gives three slow knocks on the door that has a sign reading 'Authorized Facilities Personnel Only'
The door swings open and Chloe squeezes past Lily, sure she's entered undetected.
"You're late!" Aubrey hisses at Chloe in a fierce whisper.
"Couldn't help it, Jesse intercepted me. He's determined to be Beca's knight in shining armor."
Lily whispers and Chloe smiles, "I'll consider it Lily, but for now I don't think we need to kidnap him, or tie him up. Besides where would we keep him?"
Lily smiles and there's more than a touch of crazy as she whispers. Aubrey frowns and asks Chloe, "Do I even want to know?"
Chloe shakes her head no. "To be honest I feel kinda bad," the redhead says while sporting a guilty look.
Aubrey narrows her eyes and asks, "Why?" She stretches the word, giving it a dubious lilt.
Looking sheepish, Chloe mumbles, "I may have let slip that Beca will be walking through the lobby soon."
Aubrey's eyes widen as she asks incredulously, "I repeat, why? Why would you do that Chloe?"
"Diversion," whispers Lily with an evil grin.
Chloe nods, a shy smile tugging at her lips as she answers, "Yeah."
Stacie steps up next to Aubrey, sporting a knowing smile, as Lily's answer sinks in. "Way to go Chloe, we'll make a spy of you yet." The leggy brunette holds up her hand, which Chloe promptly high fives.
Chloe can't help the smirk she's sporting, but knows time is of the essence. Looking at Aubrey, she asks, "So are we all set?"
Aubrey looks over her shoulder to Jessica who is tinkering with a control panel. Ashley gives a thumb up and says, "We're all set here."
"Is this going to work?" Chloe can't help but let her concern creep into her voice.
Aubrey nods confidently, "If everyone carries out their assignments it will."
"And all this," Chloe waves her hand about, "will escape detection?"
Stacie smiles proudly, "Oh yeah, between Jessica, Ashley, Lily and I, we can take down pretty much any computer, machine, or system, rewire it, reprogram it, and put it back with no one the wiser."
"I hope this works. We're running out of time. Once the convention is over, DSM is scheduled to return to Europe for a six month, sixteen nation tour, and that damn contract obligates Beca to go."
"Don't worry Chloe, we're going to get her back," Aubrey assures her.
"But we need to get you into position," says Stacie.
"Follow me," whispers Lily, as she signals Chloe, though the redhead does wonder if she's making a mistake when she's pretty sure she hears the Korean say, "I know where the bodies are."
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Beca isn't sure what's going on, but she's fairly certain that Luisa is in the exact same boat as her. It seems Das Sound Machine had generously made a number of large donations to Las Vegas area homeless shelters, and Boy's and Girl's clubs over the last hour. The donations include providing pizza parties and catering full dinners at the various homeless shelters. Someone had also gotten word out to a local news station, who had sent a reporter to interview the Kommissar about her generosity.
Beca did have to admit she was kind of impressed with Luisa, and how the powerful blonde had handled her interview. She had taken the news of DSM's generous contributions with grace and composure, to the point Beca began to wonder if DSM had actually made the donations. But now as she's struggling to keep up with Kommissar's long strides, she's all but certain that the Bellas had struck again.
She can't quite stifle the smirk that keeps touching her lips. She has to keep it hidden, as she's walking among five members of DSM through the lobby. They are trailing Kommissar, struggling to keep up with her angry march.
The furious blonde is leading the group towards the elevators, her anger palpable. Beca on the other hand is delighted, positive that DSM has just been punked by the Bellas. Pizza parties for kids at all the Boy's and Girl's Clubs in the Las Vegas metro area, is not a small donation. This on top of food donations to the food banks, and catered dinners at all the area's homeless shelters, is all great publicity for the German singing group, but is definitely costing them a pretty penny.
Glancing to her right, she slows as she sees Flo give a quick wave. She then hears the song 'Love in an Elevator' playing, causing her to look towards where the music is playing. Her features contort in confusion as she realizes it's Cynthia Rose sitting next to Denise, who is holding a pair of small speakers directed towards her.
"Beca!" Jesse calls from ahead of her. She groans as her former boyfriend again tries to get to her. Kommissar gives the young man a glare that could melt steel. The Amazonian German gives a nod, and the members of DSM move to intercept him, leaving Beca's side.
Jesse holds up his hands, palms towards the Germans, "Easy guys, I just want to talk."
Beca drops her head, as much as she wants to get away from DSM, she really doesn't want to talk to Jesse at this moment, and is kind of thankful for their intervention. Looking up she sees he's trying to be reasonable, and Beca starts to worry he might talk his way over to her. Suddenly she hears Fat Amy yelling for people to clear the way. There's a crash and quite the commotion. Beca turns just in time to see Fat Amy go flying off of a of a hoverboard crashing into Jesse and the DSM members.
Beca can't help the giggle that escapes as she watches Jesse pitch forward, his outstretched hands connecting perfectly with Kommissar's breasts. Before the giggles have the opportunity to turn into full-on laughter however she notices movement coming at her in her peripheral vision. Turning her head, she just has time to ask, "Lily?" Before she's bumped into by the silent Korean, and then shoved into an empty elevator.
The force with which Beca is propelled is enough to send the petite brunette flying backwards at least twelve feet. Her backwards trajectory only halted once her back connects with the back of the elevator, yet somehow the force of impact doesn't hurt.
Even before her momentum backwards has halted, the doors of the elevator close shut. Beca stands there stunned by the rapid pace of events. Tentatively Beca steps towards the elevator doors, but a noise above causes her to look up. She's confused to see an access panel in the ceiling moving, having never noticed the access point before. She tenses looking up into the darkness of the elevator shaft, and jumps back when a face appears.
Clutching her chest, it takes a moment she's looking into the bluest eyes, and the brightest smile as Chloe reveals herself, her head hanging through the ceiling hatch.
"Need a lift?" Chloe asks with a wink, her smile somehow growing.
"Chloe?"
"Yeah."
"Chloe!" Beca shouts excitedly.
Chloe hasn't moved, but her eyes and smile take on a playful look. "The one and only!"
"What the Hell are you doing?"
"Hold your questions," says Chloe, as she disappears back up the access hatch. A second later she reappears, though this time it's her feet. "Look out below," the redhead calls before dropping to the elevator floor.
The second Chloe lands in a crouch the elevator begins to rise smoothly. Chloe straightens to her full height, and Beca can only stare. Her best friend is dressed in an all-black catsuit, that covers her from head to toe. A very tight black costume, that fits perfectly, it reminds Beca of the outfit Scarlett Johansson wore in that superhero movie Jesse made her watch repeatedly their sophomore year. Beca notes that Chloe's red curls are covered by a black knit cap, and that the redhead very much looks the part of a cat burglar.
"Like what you see?"
"Yeah; Black Widow, eat your heart out," Beca enthuses with a nod.
"Why Beca Mitchell, was that a movie reference?" Chloe teases.
Beca rolls her eyes, but concedes, "Yeah."
The redhead smiles and opens her arms, Beca immediately springing into them. Chloe pulls her in tight, and both women lean in for the kiss. At first, it's lip-to-lip, soft and cautious, as their lips come together with a curious hesitation. Both are careful, tentative as they work out how to move their mouths together. It's Beca who takes charge first as she licks Chloe's lower lip, her tongue requesting access that Chloe readily gives. As it continues the kiss grows in heat; passion and love mixed with worry and fear. It's a passionately awkward moment for each woman, with so much emotion built up over time. Each woman unsure how long they have, both wanting, needing more of the other. Both realizing the slow burn of their relationship has 'aged' their feelings till they are the finest tasting spirit either has ever experienced, leaving both lightheaded. And each woman learns what it is to taste passion, and desperation in equal measure.
Falling in love, falling into each other, in an elevator where the only other sound is their breaths mixing in the air between them, is the most perfect thing either had ever done together.
Chloe is kissing her and it is everything Beca had ever hoped for.
Beca is kissing her and it is everything Chloe had ever dreamed of.
Chloe learns how much she likes it when Beca nips at her bottom lip.
Beca learns how much she loves the feel of Chloe's fingers playing with the few loose strands of her hair at the nape of her neck while the redhead's other hand rests on the small of her back holding her tightly.
They both love how the other shifts in their arms, leading to fresh smiling within continued kisses. Each keeps running a hand lightly up and down the other's side, wanting to feel the other's skin, but holding back; for now.
Beca whispers Chloe's name against her lips and it sends shivers down the redhead's spine.
The petite brunette wants her best friend to be closer, as close as two people can possibly be. She pulls Chloe into her; desperately, hungrily. The redhead lets her, all the while letting her hand roam upwards along the shorter girl's back, savoring every touch, each new sensation.
Beca relishes the way her body reacts to Chloe's touch as the redhead traces the outline of her spine, and then back down the graceful curves of her hips.
Boundaries have been broken, lines forever crossed, and neither of them care. It's exhilarating.
It's finally lack of air that causes the two to break apart and catch their breath. They stand there with foreheads touching, just listening to one another breathe and staring into each other's eyes.
Chloe breaks eye contact and looks at the floor indicator. Beca quirks her eyebrows at the redhead and asks, "Chloe?"
"One second," Chloe answers, holding up her index finger.
The elevator rises slowly until they pass the twentieth floor, and then the elevator just stops completely, and the interior is cast into darkness.
"Chloe?" Beca asks again, this time a little concerned.
Chloe gives the petite brunette a quick kiss, and whispers in the dark, "It's okay," reassuringly. A moment later the emergency lights came on, bathing the interior with a soft red glow.
Chloe leans over and speaks in a mock-conspiratorial tone. "Oh no, looks like we're stuck in an elevator, together." Chloe's stage-whisper voice rises in mock panic as she asks, "Whatever are we going to do?"
Beca does panic for a half-a-second, but the redhead's smile is a dead giveaway that the elevator being stuck is part of the plan. She returns the smile, and pulls the redhead closer. "I wonder how long we will be stuck here," Beca wonders aloud.
"Hours," is Chloe's response.
"Really?" Hope laces Beca's question.
"No," Chloe concedes; now feeling bad for giving her tiny DJ a sliver of hope. "But we have a few moments at least."
"It's not enough," answers Beca.
"I know,"
"Chlo, I'm not going to be able to resist her if we can't get me away. I'm sorry." Tears begin to form in Beca's eyes.
"Hey, hey, don't you worry Becs," Chloe says as she catches a tear running down Beca's cheek. "We're going to get you out of this. I'm not losing you."
"But you don't understand Chlo, I don't understand, she has this pull, and I want to resist, but she's whittling me down."
"I do understand…." A thought strikes Chloe, she smiles, and it's enough to give Beca hope. "I have an idea. Do you trust me?"
"Of course," Beca readily answers.
"I can't say anything now, but after DSM's performance tonight, you and I are taking this bull by the horns," Chloe says defiantly.
"Really? You're going with that?" Beca asks sarcastically, even as she wipes away a tear
Mw. She can't help it, sarcasm is just ingrained.
"What? It works…" Chloe defends with a pout.
Beca laughs as she snarks, "It sounds like an Amyism…."
The redhead's eyebrows knit together, and she says, "Amyism? You're going to give me a hard time for 'bull by the horns, and the say, 'Amyism'."
"I-Uhh… you're right…" Beca concedes.
Both women laugh, and Chloe goes in for another kiss. When they pull they pull back, Chloe smiles triumphantly, "So I learned something today…"
Beca looks at Chloe with a playful smirk, "What personal boundaries are, and how to respect them?"
Chloe snorts as she laughs, "Beca, I've always known what personal boundaries are. You're just under the mistaken impression that they cover a wider area."
"Oh, is that it?" Beca asks as Chloe pulls her in close.
"Yeah," whispers Chloe as her lips brush Beca's
"Wait did you just snort?"
"No," Chloe scoffs, but she can't hide the blush creeping up her cheeks.
"You totally did," giggles Beca.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Totally did…" snickers Beca.
"You know I don't think I'm going to tell you now," says Chloe, now in full pout mode.
"Oh, come on Chlo," whines Beca.
"Nope," the redhead shakes her head, a few more red curls escaping her watch cap.
"Pretty please Chloeeee," Beca exaggerates her whine.
Chloe huffs, but finally concedes, "Okay, but you have to ask nicely." Instructs the taller woman.
Now Beca huffs, but she nods, "Okay, here goes. Chloe, will you please tell me what you learned today."
"Okay, if you insist," Chloe giggles at the exasperated look her DJ is giving her; but then she sobers, and takes on a more serious tone, "I learned that I am totally and hopelessly in love with you Beca Mitchell."
Beca's eyes grow as Chloe continues, "The day I met you at the activities fair, I knew…I knew there was something special about you. You tried to hide it, behind heavy eye-makeup and ear spikes, but the truth is you were a light like I've never seen before. I knew at that moment I needed to know you, to hold onto you for as long as I could."
"I've always known I love you, but now I know I'm in love with you, that you're my soulmate, and I am never letting you go."
"Chloe…"
The redhead is on a roll now though, she's wanted to say these things for years, and now that it's out, she doesn't want to stop. "I know this is fast, and you're going to freak out, but I need you to know…"
"Chloe…"
"I'm sorry…"
Chloe stops talking as Beca's lips connect with hers. The petite brunette deciding it's the best way to interrupt the ramblings of her favorite redhead. Chloe for her part recovers from the shock quickly, and begins returning the kiss with great enthusiasm. When they finally part, Beca smiles shyly and says, "I'm in love with you too Chloe."
"Really?"
"Yeah…" Chloe cuts off Beca with another kiss, her happiness uncontainable.
When they pull back this time, Chloe whispers, "Good, because it makes my plan more likely to succeed."
"Are you going to tell me what the plan is?"
"Nope," Chloe pops her 'P', with a smile. "I want it to be a surprise. But I guarantee you'll love it."
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A/N: Thanks to everyone taking the time to read this.
