Fic idea, Beca is reading a book and out of nowhere chloe walks in sits on her lap and starts kissing her and grinding and stuff lmao


'A shot rings. Blood blooms on the right temple of Roman's forehead. The sneer is gone, replaced by surprise and then emptiness as the knife drops from his hand and he pitches forward – dead.
Holding his side, Tomas crawls out from under the dead body and lets out a sigh of relief at being safe. But we aren't safe. Tomas doesn't know what I know. I didn't take aim in time. I was not the one who fired the gun.'

Beca doesn't hear her bedroom door opening and closing again, the almost mute sounds of footsteps that are approaching her, but she hears her girlfriend whisper as her lips linger on Beca's ear.

"Wanna do something fun?"

It's in Chloe's deep and sexy voice, and Beca knows exactly what this means. "I'm kind of in the middle of something, babe." She replies absentminded. She just finished a chapter and she had to know if Tomas was okay. If not Cia, then who shot the boy that attacked Tomas? All these questions that Beca gets answered as her eyes skim through the next lines.

"You're boring."

Beca can hear her girlfriend pout, but doesn't bother to look up. She knows she's near, probably heading down to sit on Beca's bed or listen to some music on her laptop. Beca's too invested in the story to notice Chloe's shirt flying through the room, and her pants next. Chloe gets her to release the book with one hand and Beca ignorantly moves her book to the side, her eyes never losing track of the words.

Beca feels her girlfriend sit down on her lap, her hand find Chloe's hip instantly, noticing only now she's got no pants on.

"Chlo, please, I'm reading."

Chloe's got her arms loosely hanging around Beca's neck and Beca can guess all too well what kind of grin she's got on her face.

"Would you please put your book down, Becs. This will only be a minute."

Beca finishes the page just in time before Chloe closes it and drops it to the floor. "Great, now I don't know on what page I was." Beca surrenders. "I'm not really in the mood though, Chlo." Beca had been reading about mutants and explosions for the past two hours; she wasn't particularly triggered to say the least.

"I'll get you in the mood."

It comes out in a breathy whisper, her eyes staring deeply into Beca's, as she runs her tongue down her bottom lip before biting down on it. Beca can only stare as she watches Chloe throw her hair to the right side of her head and she remembers just in time to swallow the saliva that was building up in her mouth.

A few more moments of intense stares build the tension between the two, before Beca finally sees Chloe's lips turn into a grin. Seconds later, she feels her lips being captured by Chloe's, moving in sync, they let their tongues fight for dominance.

Beca feels her girlfriend grind into her hips as they make out; she starts off very slow, but Beca knows she'll pick up the pace soon. Chloe unlocks their lips and keeps her eyes focused on Beca's as she continues to ride her lap, her arms still around Beca's neck.

Without Chloe's lips on hers, Beca's getting more and more frustrated at what the girl is doing to her. She moves one hand off of Chloe's hips and onto her back as she pushes her against her own body, aggressively. Their lips find each other instantly.

Beca feels one of Chloe's hands leave her neck and seconds later she flinches at the sudden contact underneath her t-shirt. She feels her girlfriend smile against her lips, so she bites down on Chloe's bottom lip as revenge. The moan that Chloe exclaimed after that was probably hearable in Canada.

"I thought you said it would only be a minute." Beca husks against Chloe's chest who had thrown her head back to move into Beca's hips faster.

"You're right."

Suddenly the movement on Beca's lap has stopped and she's met with a devious smile and two matching eyes.

"What do you mean, I-"

"No, minute's up." Chloe agrees as she gets herself off Beca's body.

"No, I meant-" Beca watches her girlfriend lay down on her bed and open one of the music magazines Beca keeps next to her bed. "I meant you had to hurry." Beca whispers. She knows it's hopeless to argue when she sees her girlfriend's grinning face, so she grabs her book from the floor and frustratingly searches what page she was.

Damn Chloe Beale and her teasing.