Chapter 11

Chapter warning: They sort of don't not really bang. What even is the definition of banging? EH. Pressure is relieved.

It was one of those nights that Beca woke up suddenly because of outside stimulus. She held still for a while, trying to find out if it was a noise or movement. Meanwhile, she took notice of her position. She'd ended up on her stomach once again and had pushed the pillow away in her sleep, the sheets only covering her from the waist down. The funny thing was that she couldn't feel Chloe anywhere. Usually, they were attracted to each other in their sleep like long lost magnets.

As soon as she'd thought it, she noticed a faint movement from Chloe's side of the bed. Beca was half-expecting a body to be pressed up against her side as a result of the movement, but it never came.

So that's what woke her up.

When Beca cracked open an eye, all thought processes ceased. Instead, the energy was diverted to her sensory organs, because she couldn't be seeing - or hearing - this right.

Chloe was most definitely not asleep. In fact, she was rather short of breath and Beca couldn't fathom how she missed her quiet gasps before. But she really couldn't care less about that right now, because Chloe's hand was down her shorts and moving in a very telling way. Her other hand was bent back behind her head, grasping at the pillow, and oh Lord, the way she arched her back and spread her legs...

Beca snapped her attention back up to Chloe's face once she realized she was staring, finding luminescent eyes staring back at her.

Beca's heart seized in her chest.

Busted.

"Wanna help?" Chloe breathed, breaking out into the most crooked, dashing, flirtatious smile Beca had ever seen.

Heat gathered in Beca's face, along with a choice of other body parts, and she was momentarily stunned into inactivity. Chloe was by far the most attractive thing she had ever seen and this particular situation took the cake. It took all the cakes.

Beca swallowed as Chloe proceeded, unhindered, even appeared to be upping the tempo.

Definitely all the cakes.

Beca managed to exhale some of the tension with a shaky breath. She wasn't sure what to do, but her body sure knew what it wanted. It really, really wanted to be part of that delicious situation. Going with that, she moved in closer until she was hovering over Chloe, arms on either side of her head.

Chloe's subsequent surprise amused Beca, drawing a smile from her. She watched closely, fascinated, as Chloe licked her lips, before deciding it was sensory overload and closing the remaining distance to kiss her.

With her eyes now closed, Beca became aware of feelings and smells she had previously overlooked. Chloe was rather intense in her kissing and she happily obliged, even as the hand that threaded into her hair tugged a bit more insistently than comfortable. She couldn't remember Chloe's mouth ever feeling so warm to the touch, however, and the difference in temperature was exquisite.

Beca breathed in through her nose and found what really punched a hole through her emotions. Chloe's scent was heady and everywhere. She could practically taste it.

She could feel Chloe's hand moving against her thigh and it was maddening. She meant it when she said she wasn't ready for sex yet, but it was excruciatingly wonderful as well. It might well have been perfect.

Chloe whimpered, pulling back a fraction to take a deep breath. The simple action sent a cold current of sizzling energy down Beca's spine, raising hairs everywhere. Even in her hormone addled mind, Beca registered the way she tensed, her movements becoming jerky.

Beca jolted slightly as the hand that was previously tangled in her hair roughly raked its nail between her shoulder blades. It kinda hurt, but fuck that, Chloe was looking at her in post-coital bliss. Beca was pretty sure she died a little at the look.

Chloe breathed quietly, eyebrows knitting in concern. "Was that okay?"

Beca sputtered. "Now you ask me?"

"Yeah..." she said sheepishly, drawing out the word. Despite that, she still smiled a silly smile, and Beca decided she rather liked it. "Sorry?"

Beca shook her head incredulously.

Not that she minded.

Like, at all.

It turned out that Chloe had woken up because of the mosquito, and couldn't sleep after killing it. So her imagination had started running wild and Beca lying there naked hadn't been any help either. So, really, there had been no other viable option.

Really.

The next morning was pretty uneventful. Beca awoke to the familiar scenario of Chloe being pressed intimately against her back, but neither of them was ready to get up from their comfortable position. Instead, they lazily planned their activities for the day. There was going to be breakfast as soon as they got hungry, then they would try hunting again as soon as they felt like it, and they were pretty sure they'd take a nap somewhere in between. Oh yeah, and then there'd be dinner, of course.

Shit didn't go down until the hunting.

Beca caught Chloe's eyes through the tall grass before eyeing the unsuspecting rabbit in the field ahead of them. This time, she'd stayed a cheetah, because damnit, she wanted to catch something. The closer she stalked, the better the oppertunity seemed. The rabbit was curled up, seemingly asleep. What was more, a metallic scent hung in the air that Beca categorized as... blood, maybe?

She halted her movements, trying to place the scent. Before she could properly draw a conclusion, Chloe had already sprinted forwards.

A loud snap sounded, followed by pitiful whimpering.

Beca's eyes grew wide in recognition. Foothold traps. She quickly bounded over to the injured animal, her worst fears confirmed. The russet wolf that was Chloe had its hind paw stuck in the iron trap. Before she had consciously decided to do so, Beca had shifted back into a human and was kneeling down next to her.

The trap itself was sparkling new, which was always a good thing, but it wasn't as animal friendly as she'd hoped it would be. It was definitely meant for smaller game and sported nasty-looking teeth designed to hold down prey.

Beca clenched her jaw as she set to dismantling the trap. It gave way easily once she spotted the appropriate levers. Her anger was more than enough to fuel her strength. The humans who set the traps were lucky they weren't around, or else she'd given them a piece of her mind for hurting her Chloe. As a large carnivore, preferably.

"There," she said, releasing the hurt paw. It left an ugly jagged cut, and Beca could feel her anger bubbling again. She shook it off quickly, not wanting to be distracted by the task at hand: getting Chloe to the cabin, then to a doctor. She didn't seem to be in proper walking condition, however. "I know it's gonna hurt, but can you shift into something smaller?"

Chloe let out a low whine. It broke Beca's heart and she was about to never mind the suggestion until Chloe did indeed shift. She didn't exactly shift into another animal, just into a baby version of the russet wolf. If it were any other situation, Beca would have gaped and asked how in the hell she did that. As it was, she gently picked up the little critter and cradled it.

Baby blues shot a pitiful look up at Beca.

Ugh, she was going to murder whoever had done this to her Chloe.

Making sure not to step into a trap herself, she started a careful jog towards the cabin. She didn't know much about first aid, but she sure knew that the bleeding needed to be stopped soon.

I got my old beta back and omg, the comments she leaves. Jfc, it was amusing as fuck xD

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