CHAPTER 11

WARNING: CHAPTER CONTAINS FLUFFY SMUTT AND OTHER STUFFS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. IF YOU WOULD RATHER NOT READ THE SUBTLE PORTRAYAL OF THE FLUFFY AWKWARD CONSUMATION OF MITCHSEN LOVE, THEN JUST LOOK FOR THE LINE BREAK.

Aubrey woke up the next morning to the faint scent of bacon and pancakes. She stretched back expecting to find empty space, but she was stopped by the body behind her. Beca wrapped her arms around the blonde and pulled her close as she turned to face her.

"Goodmorning," Aubrey smiled, raising a hand to cup the brunette's cheek.

"Goodmorning," Beca returned with a crooked smile, closing the distance between them as she kissed the blonde tenderly.

The next few moments were spent with loving touches, sweet kisses, and content sighs as they pair lost themselves in each other. The familiar warmth spread through them as the kiss intensified. It was always like this. Things would always get heated, but it never went anywhere. So, it surprised Beca when the blonde spoke again, mumbling breathlessly against the brunette's lips.

"I want you on top of me,"

Beca licked her lips anxiously as she tried to catch her breath. She was sure she had heard that wrong. "Wh-what was that?"

"I want you...on top of me," The blonde repeated, slowly losing her confidence. She was sure she wanted to do this, but she had absolutely no idea how to make it happen.

"Ohh. Um...well, okay." Beca climbed onto the taller woman, straddling her waist as she appreciated her from this new angle. It was a breathtaking sight, really.

Her soft pink lips were slightly swollen and her honey blonde curls were tousled and splayed every which way across the pillows. Her cheeks were flushed and her soft green eyes were darker than usual. Aubrey was in rare form, and Beca found it absolutely beautiful.

Aubrey typically wouldn't put herself out like this, but there was something about those steely blue eyes that made her feel like she could do anything. Maybe it was the way Beca looked at her. Beca looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen...like she was the only woman in the world.

There was so many things that Aubrey wouldn't have even considered doing months ago that she found herself doing without a second thought now. She felt like a new person with Beca. She didn't feel like a "Posen", a "mistake", or a "disappointment". She felt like herself. She felt like someone that both she and Beca could be proud of.

She reached up to take Beca's face in her hands, pulling her down into another heated kiss. Beca supported herself on one arm as the other rested tenderly on the blonde's forearm.

Aubrey's hands left Beca's face and trailed down her shoulders, one hand appreciating the subtle muscles in the arm supporting Beca, as the other made its way up under the brunette's tanktop. Aubrey took her time to appreciate the new territory, pleasantly surprised by the smooth but firm contours that ran under her fingertips.

"Take this off," The blonde whispered, tugging on Beca's tanktop. She wanted to feel Beca. She wanted to make every bit of this moment memorable.

They took their time helping each other out of their clothes, with Beca asking the blonde almost every five minutes if she was sure about this. Aubrey let it slip in one of their earlier dates that she was a virgin. Beca practically deflated at the time, having been so "active" in her last relationship and having such a strong physical attraction to the blonde, but she realized as her feelings deepened that Aubrey would be worth the wait. She never mentioned it, and she fought off the urge to seduce the woman on numerous occassions, but NOW...now it would be perfect. It would be worth the wait.

It was very much like unwrapping a present. The excited smiles...the giddiness...the loving and reassuring gazes...

They lay bare, bodies pressed together and warm as they got used to the new feeling of closeness. They smiled appreciatively at the way their skin contrasted against each other., holding their arms side by side. Aubrey's skin was much tanner than the brunette's.

Beca turned and planted a kiss on the blonde's nose with a smile. (She personally thought it was adorable, but no one ever had to know that bit of information.)

"You'll let me know if you get uncomfortable, right?" Beca asked as she shifted her weight to one arm so she could link one of her hands with Aubrey's.

Aubrey only nodded as she bit her lip, too anxious to say anything.

"It's just me, Bree," Beca coaxed the tall blonde. "I'll take good care of you."

She moved on to the woman's neck, placing tender kisses down the column of her neck and across her collar bones, leaving chillbumps in her wake. Their warm centers brushing briefly as Beca began her descent down the tan skin.

It didn't take long for Aubrey's first orgasm to rip through her. It was a new sensation...a very INTENSE sensation. She was grateful to have Beca's hand in hers and Beca's body keeping her grounded. Though, she was slightly embarassed at the amount of noise she had made...or the little half moons her nails left on Beca's shoulder and on the back of her hand.

Her face flushed as Beca rolled off of her and raised an eyebrow questioningly. Her shoulder hurt like hell, but she was too turned on to even worry about it.

They laid staring at the ceiling as they tried to catch their breath. Beca was the first to speak again once she was able to. "Well...I was just supposed to tell you I made breakfast, but I really need to come now, so..."

Aubrey giggled as the woman rolled back on top of her, settling between her legs.

Aubrey and Beca eventually made it out to the kitchen to eat breakfast. Sure, it was after 2pm, but...it happens, right?

They were on cloud nine. They smiled as they sat at the counter, eating their breakfast in silence. Beca would nudge the blonde occasionally, in her own little way of thanking the woman for letting her in. (In more ways then one.) Aubrey would turn and smile at the brunette. They were literally glowing.

Aubrey's phone went off, interupting the moment. The blonde took a breath as she raised the phone to her ear, seeing it was her mother. Nothing ever good came from answering her mother's calls. She knew this was about to be bad.

"Hello-,"

"Are you with her?" Aubrey's mother cut her off.

"With who, mom?" Aubrey asked confused by her mother's hostility, but not surprised.

"That MAILWOMAN!"

Aubrey swallowed uncomfortably.

"One of my colleages saw you with her a few weeks ago. At a PLAYGROUND of all places, Aubrey! What has gotten into you?"

Beca snickered, hearing that statement, ducking away as Aubrey swatted playfully at her.

"You shouldn't be spending your time with someone like her, Aubrey. All those blemishes and... ear monstrosities," The older woman shuddered audibly, and Aubrey ran a hand through her hair, irritated by her mother's words.

"She's a good person, mother."

"Ha! I'll be the judge of that."

Wait...what?

"Bring her to dinner tomorrow night. She seems like she could use a lesson on what it means to be a woman...from what I've heard, it wouldn't hurt you to have a refresher either."

"Mother...," Aubrey protested, wondering how she had gotten into this. She turned to face Beca.

The brunette's eyes were wide with fear and she shook her head slowly, mouthing "HELL. NO."

Aubrey only shrugged. What could she do? Maybe this could be what she needed anyway. Maybe her parents would love Beca, and she could tell them how happy and serious they were about their relationship.

Beca groaned and let her head hit the counter with a thud.

The things we do for love, she thought.