Were!Chloe Prompt: Aubrey notices scratches all over Beca and gets worried that in the heat of the moment Chloe might accidentally bite her. So she grills Bec's about it!
Aubrey didn't notice it at first. Not with the swift movements and strong stature that the little bane of her existence carried. Beca was a strong girl, she made up for her size with a dark personality and a stubbornness that would pick at every part of Aubrey until she blew a gasket.
But something was off with her these last few months. Her mood was happier, she didn't argue about the setlists, or try to rip out Aubrey's throat the second she threw a dangerous look her way (Which admittedly had increased, because the blonde could never leave well enough alone).
"Beca," She spoke one day after practice, a plastic water bottle close to her lips as she stood close to the large and complicated whiteboard. It still had all the plans slathered across it in marker, a bunch of lines that Beca had to memorize, but had never gotten the chance. She learned as she went, something Aubrey wasn't accustomed to but had grown used to it. "Can I speak to you for a moment?"
Chloe lifted her chin from the bleachers, giving her roommate an incriminating look, hair falling into her perfect ocean eyes. She received the slight turn of a head in response. The redhead knew enough to leave it alone, throwing her bag over her shoulder- if this was something concerning, Beca would tell her later.
"What's up, Cap?" the smaller woman shoved her hands in her pockets, flinching a bit at the sudden movement. Aubrey cocked a brow, setting the bottle of water on the giant grand piano that no one understood- they were an acapella group, an instrument meant nothing.
"Your back," Aubrey deadpanned, crossing her arms over her sweat brined chest.
"I'm pretty sure that's behind me," Beca mumbled, confused, tilting a bit to get a look at something she knew she couldn't' catch a glimpse at. It made Aubrey scoff, loudly at that.
"It's in pain." That wasn't a question, it was a statement, her leader leaning heavily on that very instrument that was rendered useless. "I can tell."
Beca furrowed her brow, letting her shoulders drop a bit. Aubrey had never shown any type of concern towards her- not without a condescending tone. This was different, this had a certain edge of fear to it that silenced the sarcastic comebacks and opened her up to a whole new wave of concern.
"Yeah, I must have pulled it." Beca lied, she wasn't very good at it. Her shoulders would raise, and her voice would go down a few octaves. Her ever dark eyes would deepen in tone, little things that Aubrey had noticed after almost a year of working with her. "Maybe a little too much cardio…" She trailed off.
"Right," The blonde lifted her chin, almost starting to circle Beca, like prey, maybe. She had picked up a lot of Chloe's little quirks over the years; it was like copying an accent after talking to someone who had a dialect for a total of five minutes. Instead, it translated to a couple of territorial issues, a few growls, and of course this. This circling thing that made Beca feel unsure of herself. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to track Aubrey with her eyes.
"So you're saying running two miles a day made you throw out your back?"
"Yeah," Beca laughed nervously "I don't know how you run, Cap. But I'm intense."
"I'm sure." Aubrey knew she wasn't going to get through to Beca. She never could. The tiny brunette had walls up to her ears, and Chloe seemed to be the only one charming enough to break through them, which is exactly what made the blonde worry. "I know a few chiropractors, you know."
"Thank you, Aubrey, I think I'm- OH FUCKING SHIT!" Beca hissed as soon as a delicate hand made contact with her back. She pulled forward, Aubrey barely touching her, but it was enough. The taller girl slung her arm around her shoulders. Pulling the writing girl closer.
"You want to try that again, Mitchell?" Aubrey asked simply, pulling the girl on her side, it was close to a headlock. Beca was close to breathing heavy, the sting against her spine making her squirm.
"Don't." She seethed, attempting to shove her away, but Aubrey had more leverage. "I am not having this conversation with you."
"Okay," Aubrey spoke soothingly, "So I'll talk, and you'll listen, Tiny."
Beca grumbled at the nickname, hand gripping at Aubrey's wrist to keep most of her weight off of the sore spot on her shoulder. She didn't' have much of a choice at this point, her angry stare narrowed at her friend.
"I've lived with Chloe for years." She started "She's not quiet, and you're not quiet… I've seen people walking out of her room and into a hospital after one-night stands. And frankly, you've held your own well."
The girl rolled her eyes, this is exactly what she didn't want to. Talk about her sex life with her girlfriend's roommate. Even if it had been a little rough; it was the good kind of rough. The kind of rough that made her curl her toes and beg for more (Not that Aubrey had to know any of this.)
"I can handle scratches, Bree." Beca sighed thickly, effectively prying herself out of the woman's grasp. She resumed her original stance; arms crossed her forest eyes filled with that same spur of emotion. "It's actually kind of nice. Though, it hurts now."
"Neosporin and peroxide." Aubrey said absently, "Ask nicely and Chloe will apply it herself. Don't ask at all, and I hope you're good with a mirror."
Beca let out a heavy sigh, shoving her hands back in her pockets, careful not to pull at the already aching wounds. "Why do you know so much about this anyway, and more importantly, why do you care?"
This turned on a different side of Aubrey. A bumbling mess that Beca had only seen in a video; the video of nationals where she had tossed her lunch over the first three rows of an audience. She kept it together on stage, but from what Chloe had relayed to the group, she broke down behind the curtain. Who knew a few words could turn her into an embarrassed child caught running with scissors.
She mumbled something that was inaudible, making the brunette cock her head to the side. "Bree, you're going to need to speak up."
"Has she ever bitten you?" Aubrey lifted her brows, the words almost blending together in a huge mess. Beca parted her lips, wanting to say words, wanting to think of anything to actually say to the woman, but she couldn't. Instead, she stared.
"I don't think so?" Her words got higher with each second, eyebrows scrunched and mouth like cotton. "God, Aubrey, what is with you and sex? First the chains and now-"
"You'd know. Don't let her." Aubrey cut the girl off. "Don't let her bite you, not sexually, or playfully"
"Playfully?"
"Playfully." She mirrored, finger pointed. "That's an order."
"With all due respect, you don't control my life outside of these walls, I'm perfectly capable of letting" She dropped her voice to a quiet whisper "Of letting my girlfriend do what she wants in the bedroom."
"Not that." Aubrey's voice was hard "Hell, tie her to the bed frame for all I care, just don't let her bite you. Are we clear?"
Something about the thickness of Aubrey's voice and the strong edge that rested behind her stare made Beca shut up. She stared in awe at the woman in front of her. Someone who couldn't care less if she took a long walk off a short cliff. But here she was, stressing a point that Beca couldn't fully understand. This time it wasn't to protect Chloe.
It was to protect her.
"Crystal."
