Chapter 12
A/N: Wow, since the last chapter this story passed 200 follows! Still a bit stunned at that, but wanted to acknowledge it and say thanks to everyone who's still reading!
So apparently, the last chapter ended in a terrible cliffhanger. Don't worry, I'm not mean enough to leave you hanging for a month. Hopefully this chapter makes up for the wait, and holds you all over until I decide to leave newlywed bliss and rejoin the real world.
**Also, my beta convinced me to go for it. This story is now rated "M"**
"Drive."
Beca reacted instantly, putting the car in gear and accelerating out of the parking lot. Although she kept her eyes trained on the road, she could feel Chloe's burning stare from beside her. Beca glanced quickly at the passenger seat to see the redhead was indeed staring at her shamelessly, only breaking the silence to give quiet directions.
After about ten minutes, Chloe directed her into a nice apartment complex, and she parked in front of one of the buildings. Chloe jumped out of the car as soon as the engine cut off, with Beca following a bit slower, still not quite sure what was happening. What she was certain of, was that she recognized the look in Chloe's eyes. It was the same look Chloe had given her when they were making out in her kitchen, right before the redhead had removed her shirt. Apparently, she was moving too slowly for Chloe's liking, the redhead grabbing her hand and pulling her along, causing her to stumble forward a few steps before regaining her balance.
Chloe had obviously come to terms with whatever was holding her back before, and now Beca was the one trying to catch up. Not twenty minutes ago, they had been arguing in the Biology classroom, and the redhead had stood by silently again, unable to express what she felt towards Beca. What she had fantasized about for months was finally happening, and she couldn't even enjoy it. It was happening too fast; something did not feel quite right about her teacher's complete change of heart. Before she could open her mouth to protest, they jerked to a stop outside of a door. Chloe unlocked it smoothly, pulled Beca inside, and slammed it shut.
"Chloe, what is..." she tried to ask, but was immediately silenced as the redhead pushed her against the door, connecting their lips fiercely. Beca was instantly overwhelmed when Chloe pressed into her, not leaving an inch of space between them as a leg slipped between hers. She felt Chloe's thigh pushing up into her, her hips grinding down in response as her mind desperately tried to process the turn of events. Hands slid under her shirt, nails scraping over her sides causing her to moan against Chloe's lips. The redhead didn't miss the opportunity to tangle her tongue with Beca's, pressing her harder against the door with her hips.
All doubts vanished, replaced swiftly with an intense desire that hit Beca like a freight train. Chloe was surrounding her, encompassing all her senses as she felt every curve pressed against her body, the redhead kissing her like she couldn't ever get enough. Beca groaned as Chloe began rocking against her thigh, the movement causing extra friction between her legs. She was quickly losing control, being swept away in the tidal wave of emotion and desire that was Chloe Beale, washing away all thoughts of stopping.
Suddenly, Chloe's hands disappeared from her skin to come up between them, making quick work of the buttons on Beca's plaid shirt. She sucked in deep gulps of air when the redhead flung the two sides apart and leaned back to rake her eyes over her body, lingering on the way her chest was rising with each breath. As their eyes met, Beca knew this was her last chance to slam on the brakes. The look on Chloe's face told her she was already past the point of no return, and Beca wasn't far behind her. Her brain told her to stop, that they really needed to talk, but while Chloe's torso might not be currently pressed against her, a firm roll of her hips sent a jolt of lust through the brunette and reminded her where they were still connected. Beca gasped, her hands finding the redhead's hips at the same time Chloe leaned back in, kissing her hard.
When Chloe's hands moved purposefully up to cup her breasts over her tank top, Beca knew she was done. All thoughts of talking flew out the window as she moaned, arching into Chloe's touch. The redhead took advantage of the space, ripping the flannel off her shoulders and down her arms, tugging it off impatiently without breaking their kiss. Beca slid her hands up Chloe's arms, shoving her back lightly and pulled her tank top up and off her own shoulders. Before she could get it off over her head, she felt Chloe's hands at her hips, her mouth trailing kisses over the tops of her breasts.
"Fuck," Beca mumbled, finally twisting the article off and throwing it somewhere. She tangled the fingers of one hand in Chloe's hair, the other pulling impatiently at the redhead's shirt. Chloe moved up to kiss her neck, giving Beca room to slip both hands under her shirt and tightly grip her waist. Pushing away from the door, Beca forced Chloe to take a step back, using the space to quickly pull the shirt over her head and off. Before she could do anything except drop it to the floor, Chloe had her pinned back against the door, a moan escaping the redhead as she reconnected their lips.
Beca knew then that she was at Chloe's mercy. She was used to being the aggressor, as she hadn't met too many girls her age that were comfortable with being gay. This was completely different from any of her previous encounters, and she was sure she had never been so turned on in her life. Chloe had taken charge from the first minute, and Beca was torn between wanting to fight for control or to just let the redhead have her way with her. When Chloe moved her lips over Beca's jaw, tugging on her earlobe with her teeth as her fingers popped open the button on her jeans, she decided on the latter.
Chloe tugged the zipper down, scraping her teeth roughly against Beca's neck before running her tongue over the spot. 'That'll leave a mark,' flashed somewhere in her mind, but Beca could only groan and push her hips up into Chloe's hand. She could feel the redhead pause, lips curling into a smile against her neck, and growled, "Chloe, I swear…if you freak out and stop now I'll…"
Beca's threat became a breathless gasp as Chloe slipped her hand inside her jeans, past her underwear, easing one finger inside her. She moaned loudly, thrusting against Chloe's hand, needing more. She barely registered Chloe's words, the redhead's cursing only heightening her arousal.
"Shit, Beca. You're so wet," Chloe murmured appreciatively, adding a second finger. Beca gripped Chloe's hips tightly, throwing her head back against the door as the redhead increased the pace. She heard a frustrated growl, and the next thing she knew, the fingers were gone and Chloe was shoving her jeans and underwear down roughly. Beca whimpered when a thigh slid between her legs, spreading them apart as Chloe kissed her again, lips hot and demanding against her own.
When Chloe's hand moved back between her legs, Beca tore her mouth away, breathing heavily with her head back against the door and her eyes squeezed shut. She couldn't focus on anything except the way Chloe was moving inside her, her hips matching the redhead's rhythm. Lips at her ear spurred her on, and Beca was shocked at the words coming out of her teacher's mouth. She was panting, moans escaping her lips as Chloe's thumb pressed down against her clit, driving her closer to the edge. Beca's nails were digging into Chloe's sides as she held on tight, crying out as her body shuddered, the waves of pleasure rolling over her. Chloe kept her pinned against the door, breathing heavily against her neck as her body relaxed.
It was by far the most intense orgasm of her life, and Beca's legs felt weak, unsure they would support her without Chloe's help. She leaned unsteadily against the door as the redhead stepped back, allowing Beca to see the smug look on her face and the desire in her eyes.
Beca only had one thought, and that was how badly she wanted to see Chloe come apart under her touch. She felt a surge of energy course through her body, quickly kicking her shoes off and stepping out of the clothes now pooled around her ankles, leaving her in only her bra. Beca closed the gap between them, sliding her hands up Chloe's thighs to her hips. Her fingertips teased the bare skin of her sides, before hooking into the belt loops of Chloe's jeans and pulling the redhead flush against her, connecting their lips in a bruising kiss.
Beca didn't realize they were moving until Chloe backed into something solid. She pressed a thigh in between Chloe's legs, moving her lips to the redhead's neck. Opening her eyes, she took in their location as Chloe started grinding needily against her leg. Beca ran her tongue up the edge of Chloe's ear, whispering, "I wanted to fuck you in your bedroom, but the couch works too." She smirked hearing Chloe whimper at her words, and unhooked the redhead's bra, quickly sliding it down her arms and flinging it to the side. Beca moved her hands to Chloe's breasts, testing their weight in her palms before stroking her thumbs over each of her nipples. Moving her lips down Chloe's neck, she dropped her hands to the top of her jeans, nimble fingers making quick work of the button and zipper.
Pulling back, Beca ran her eyes down Chloe's body. "Bet you taste as good as you look," she said, her voice low with desire. The effect on Chloe wasn't missed, her blue eyes darkening immediately at the brunette's tone. Beca pressed her lips into the hollow of Chloe's neck, before trailing open mouth kisses down her chest between her breasts. She couldn't get enough of the little sounds Chloe was making with every touch of her lips, reveling in each gasp, squeak, and breathy moan the redhead expelled. Beca wasn't exactly sure how they had arrived at this moment, but she was determined to make the most of it. She knew in the back of her mind that Chloe was going to freak out when her brain caught up to her libido, but for now, Beca was going to take her time memorizing every perfect dip and curve on her body.
Beca slowly sank to her knees, her mouth roaming over Chloe's taut stomach while her hands pulled the tight jeans down limber legs. She felt Chloe's fingers tangle in her hair, attempting to push her teasing mouth lower. Quickly pulling off the redhead's shoes, Beca tugged the jeans off one leg at a time, blindly throwing them behind her. She ran her hands up Chloe's thighs to grab her ass, chuckling low in her throat at the growl of frustration that came from above her. She pressed her lips against the scrap of lace, moving her hands to Chloe's hips as they pushed forward seeking more contact. Beca kept one hand pressing her hip firmly into the back of the couch, the other tugged the thong to the side as she pressed her tongue to Chloe's clit. Humming softly, she began a gentle rhythm, the vibrations dragging a deep moan from Chloe. Beca was certain she would never hear a sexier sound than Chloe's moan as the redhead's fingers tightened in her hair, holding her in place. It only took seconds for her to discover she was wrong, unprepared for the words that came tumbling from the Chloe's lips.
"More, Beca," Chloe begged, her voice heavy with lust. "Please, I need more."
Instantly, Beca was hit with a jolt of desire at the unbridled need in Chloe's tone, one that made her forget her plan to take her time. She lost control, ripping the lacy thong down her legs. All thoughts and plans vanished, the only thing remaining was to give Chloe what she wanted, what she needed. Beca stood up, shedding her bra, and kissed Chloe hard. She shifted them to the side, allowing her to push the redhead back onto the couch, sliding easily to rest her hips between Chloe's thighs.
Beca loved this position, on top with their hips pressed together and Chloe's legs wrapped around her waist, her mouth with full access to her neck and shoulder. She let her left hand drift between them, her fingertips toying with Chloe's clit as she whispered into her ear, "You said you've been thinking about me, Chloe?" She purposely posed it as a question, selfishly wanting to hear the needy whine of Chloe's voice again.
"Yes," Chloe gasped, thrusting her hips against the teasing fingers.
Beca moved her hand lower, sliding a finger inside her. This time her phrasing was more of a statement. "Thinking about me inside you." Chloe moaned an unintelligible response, causing Beca to smirk against her neck. She began alternating slow thrusts into the redhead and circling back up to rub against her clit, quickly turning Chloe into a whimpering mess as words spilled from her lips.
"Please," Chloe whimpered, her voice desperate. "Please, Beca. Stop teasing and fuck me."
Beca couldn't hold back any longer, letting out a low moan against Chloe's neck as she thrust two fingers inside her. Leaning back, she got to see Chloe's every reaction to her touch. The way she gasped and gripped Beca's shoulders when she entered her, the way she bit down on her lip when Beca's fingers curled inside her just right, the breathy moan she released when Beca drew her hand back, only to return again in a steady rhythm. She was mesmerized by the redhead, stealing glances as her breasts rose with each breath and her hips thrusting each time to meet her fingers. Chloe was stunning, and Beca knew instantly that she would never get tired of seeing her this way.
An idea struck her, and Beca leaned down to press a kiss below Chloe's ear, their bodies flush together again. Using her hips to set the pace, she began to sing Titanium softly into Chloe's ear. The redhead reacted immediately, moaning loudly and gripping the brunette tighter, nails digging into her back and shoulder. Beca smirked, glad that her hunch had been right, raising her voice a little as she hit the chorus, moving her hips faster. She could tell Chloe was close; her thighs tightened around her waist and her head was thrown back, breath coming in short pants. Beca rubbed her thumb roughly against her clit, taking less than a minute to push her over the edge. She couldn't help but watch as Chloe's body tensed, her lips crying out Beca's name in a tone that made the brunette weak, her hips jerking against Beca's hand as she slowed her movements, her nails possibly drawing blood from her shoulder. She watched as Chloe collapsed onto her back, eyes closed, one arm draped loosely over her stomach, the other dangling off the edge of the couch.
Beca lazily kissed along Chloe's shoulder as she tugged a blanket off the back of the couch and threw it haphazardly over them. Keeping their legs tangled together, she shifted a little to prop up on her elbow. She finally had a second to try to process what had just happened between them, and felt her emotions start to take over. Beca was more than a little surprised at how uninhibited Chloe had been, not hesitating to take full control. She smirked at the memory of Chloe's words in her ear, her teacher's dirty mind and mouth an even more welcome surprise. Beca felt heat rush through her body thinking about Chloe murmuring how wet she'd been, how long she'd been thinking about this, how she couldn't wait to taste the brunette everywhere...
At the same time, Beca couldn't help but think about Chloe's previous reactions every time something physical happened between them. She felt her heart sink at the thought that crossed her mind. 'She's going to run.' At the same time, she rationalized that they were in Chloe's apartment, and since she had driven them there, where would the redhead actually go? Maybe this time would be different. Maybe this time, she would stay.
Beca let her thoughts trail off as her fingertips began tracing gentle patterns over bare skin, her mouth going dry when Chloe looked up and met her gaze with a soft smile. It was like a dream, one that Beca never wanted to wake up from. Chloe reached up, sliding a hand around to the back of her neck and pulled her down connecting their lips. Beca tried to relax into the feel of Chloe's kiss, teeth gently nibbling on her lower lip, but pulled back and looked down nervously into clear blue eyes.
"Are...are you gonna freak out now?" Beca asked hesitantly. She was afraid to ask the question, but found she was even more terrified to hear the answer. Chloe didn't look upset, a curious expression gracing her features instead.
"Why would you think that?" Chloe responded, her fingertips massaging the back of Beca's neck and easing up into her hair.
Beca narrowed her eyes down at the redhead. "Seriously?" she asked in disbelief.
Chloe smirked up at her, letting her hand wander over Beca's back. "Well, since you manage to point it out every time, I've made it my mission to always answer your questions with one of my own," she replied simply. Her eyes flashed mischievously when she added, "You're just too easy, Mitchell."
Beca shuddered when Chloe said her name in that tone, the tone that let her know the redhead knew the effect calling her by her surname would evoke. She felt Chloe's knee sliding back up over her hip, instantly reacting to the movement by gripping under her thigh. Still, Beca was determined to figure out where Chloe's head was, not convinced she was really okay with what had...what was apparently, still happening.
"Stop distracting me, Beale," she said. "We're going to talk about this," she continued, hating the way her voice wavered when their hips connected. She was unprepared when the redhead quickly flipped their position on the couch, straddling her hips and sitting up, giving Beca a full view of her very naked body.
"Okay, let's talk," Chloe said easily, dropping her hands onto her thighs and looking patiently down at the brunette.
Beca swallowed hard, her eyes dropping from Chloe's teasing gaze to roam over the toned perfection in front of her. "Uh...I...um," Beca stuttered out, itching to touch any part of Chloe she could reach. She heard Chloe's voice from somewhere above her, and looked up to see the redhead smirking down at her.
"Yeah, I'm pretty confident about...all this," she said, gesturing down her body.
Beca let her gaze trail down Chloe's body again, mumbling, "You should be."
"My eyes are up here, Mitchell."
Fuck. Beca slowly looked back up into Chloe's eyes, her lips stretching into a guilty grin.
"You don't play fair, Beale," she accused, using all of her willpower to keep her eyes from wandering south again.
Chloe leaned forward, taking Beca's hands and pinning them above her head, her breasts conveniently ending up right in the brunette's face. Beca moaned softly as Chloe's hips began a slow grind against her own, lips at her ear murmuring, "I play to win."
Beca collapsed back into the couch, gasping for air as Chloe rose up from between her legs, slowly licking her lips. The redhead had switched tactics from the full on assault against the front door, to a slow, sensual seduction, fulfilling her promise to taste Beca everywhere. It had been her turn to be reduced to quivering and begging Chloe for release, a ridiculously sweet torture that Beca was already looking forward to experiencing again.
Beca looked down, the redhead's chin patiently resting on her stomach, her lips curled into an increasingly familiar smirk. She rolled her eyes, muttering, "Don't look so smug, Beale."
Chloe chuckled, sliding up to press a kiss to her lips. "I think it's appropriate, after the way you were just moaning my name," she replied.
Beca flushed, knowing that Chloe had a point. There was no denying it, the redhead was incredibly skilled. Beca had felt her tongue everywhere, as promised, twisting and curling inside her until she couldn't breathe, think, or do anything except tighten her fingers in red hair and hold on. And apparently moaning Chloe's name in a way that seemed to only encourage her to prolong the mind-bending pleasure.
Beca narrowed her eyes, forcing her mind to focus on what she really wanted to know. "Okay Beale, no more distractions. We're gonna talk about...whatever this is," she said firmly, gesturing between them.
Chloe sat up a little, her expression innocent. Her actions were anything but, as she moved her hands to cup her own breasts replying, "These, Beca, are my..." she began in her patient, teacher's voice, but Beca cut her off.
"Stop it," Beca said sharply, though her eyes had already drifted down to Chloe's chest. She closed her eyes, stating, "I don't think we can be naked for this conversation."
Chloe laughed at her words, swooping down to quickly kiss her cheek before rising from the couch and heading into her bedroom. She returned a minute later wearing an over-sized flannel shirt, tossing Beca a large sweatshirt and a pair of shorts. She didn't immediately move to put them on, her eyes glued to the way the shirt fell against Chloe's thighs and the few buttons left open at the top.
Chloe snapped her fingers in front of her face, jerking her back to attention. "Do you want to talk or not?" she asked, seeming amused as she motioned for Beca to get dressed.
Beca quickly put the clothes on, breathing in Chloe's scent when she pulled the sweatshirt over her head. Chloe sat down next to her, tucking one leg under her, and twisting her shoulder to press into the back of the couch so they were facing each other. Beca couldn't help but smile at the warmth that spread through her when their legs touched, feeling the pull that drew her to the redhead.
Chloe spoke first, giving Beca time to compose her thoughts. "I know I haven't been very open with you, and that you probably have a lot of questions for me. So ask away, and I'll do my best to answer."
Beca studied her carefully before asking, "So, uh…what changed? Why are you okay with this now?"
Chloe answered calmly, without hesitation. "I want you. The best explanation I have is that I was tired of holding back, tired of trying to make myself believe that there was nothing between us."
Beca nodded, understanding the connection she was talking about. "I know this kinda just happened but, have you spoken to anyone about me?"
It was Chloe's turn to nod as she answered the question. "Yes, I've talked to my best friend Jess about you a few times. She's in her last year of law school in Tennessee."
Beca asked her next questions rapidly, before she could chicken out. "What did you tell her about me? What did she say when you told her?"
Chloe smiled at her in a way that Beca assumed was an attempt to get her to relax, but she knew how important this person must be to her teacher. She suddenly felt nervous, locking her fingers together in her lap.
"At first, she told me to stay away from you. That spending time with you would only get me in trouble, and end badly for everyone," Chloe began, and Beca knew her face fell instantly at the words. "But, after a little while, when I couldn't get you out of my head, she just started telling me to be careful."
Beca snapped her head up at Chloe's words, meeting her gaze. "Be careful…" she said slowly. "As in…"
Chloe nodded, finishing the thought. "As in, you clearly have feelings for her, and I'm not going to tell you what to do anymore. Just enter into it with your eyes open, and understand the possible consequences."
Beca thought about Chloe's words for a minute, before voicing her next pair of questions. "So, what do you want from me? What is this to you?" she asked, intent on taking advantage of Chloe's offer to answer anything.
This time, Chloe hesitated, looking curiously at her as she took her time to respond. "I guess...I don't know what this is. An impossibly strong attraction? What do you mean, what do I want from you?" she asked, a little confused by the wording.
Beca mulled over the different ways to answer the question, deciding to go with the most direct one. "Is this just sex to you? Or is it something more?"
Chloe looked at her sharply, making Beca instantly regret her choice of words. "Sex is never 'just sex.' What am I to you, Beca? Is this just a game of 'can you fuck the teacher'?" Chloe's tone was harsh, the look on her face warning Beca to think carefully before responding.
Beca couldn't look at Chloe as she answered, her voice quietly admitting, "I asked because it's more for me." She slowly looked up to meet Chloe's gaze, continuing, "I have feelings for you, and if you don't feel that way, if it's just physical for you then..." she trailed off, looking down as she locked her fingers together.
The minute or so of silence that followed was the longest wait Beca had ever experienced. She refused to look up from her hands, figuring that Chloe was trying to come up with a way to let her down gently, and unwilling to look at whatever expression of pity or regret that was surely written all over her face.
Chloe's voice broke the silence. "I meant what I said to you that night, in your kitchen. I want more with you. I can't explain it, and it doesn't make any sense to me. I shouldn't feel this way about you Beca, you're my student, but I do. And I'm done fighting it."
Beca looked up at Chloe's confession, seeing the sincerity in her eyes and hearing the honesty in her voice. The pull was back, and she couldn't resist the desire to lean in and press her lips against Chloe's. Beca whispered against her lips, "I've never wanted more before."
This time the redhead initiated the kiss, and Beca sunk into the familiarity of Chloe's lips on hers. To Beca, it felt like coming home. Nothing could ever make her feel the way she did when Chloe was kissing her. Despite the slow pace, Beca felt the desire pool low in her stomach. She quickly pulled away before Chloe could deepen the kiss, not finished interrogating the redhead. She stuttered out as much, the look Chloe gave her requiring some sort of explanation.
"I have another question," she said, watching as Chloe resumed her position and nodded. "Uh, why does everyone think Stacie and I are dating?" she asked, genuinely curious in the answer.
Chloe's eyes narrowed a bit, an edge to her voice as she replied, "Because you two act like you're dating." Beca's confused look prompted the redhead to sigh and roll her eyes before continuing. "Think about it, Beca. You have every class together. You're always together at school, even when you aren't in class. You two flirt constantly. You're constantly touching each other," she explained, her tone growing more exasperated with each reason.
"But we're just friends," Beca protested. "Best friends, but we've never done anything remotely sexual with each other. We've never even kissed!"
"You're fighting a losing battle here, Mitchell. Just last week when you two were walking to lunch, her hand was in your back pocket on your ass the whole way," Chloe retorted, her irritation obvious.
Beca stared at Chloe, trying to process everything she'd said. "Have you been stalking me?" she asked. "How do you know all that?"
Chloe sighed again, before giving her thigh a gentle nudge. "Come on Becs, do you think students are the only ones who gossip at school?" she asked playfully. "You forget, the two of you sit at that table in the back of my classroom for an hour, five days a week. You aren't exactly quiet, or subtle. Also, yes, I was stalking you all over campus," she said with a wink, letting Beca know she was joking.
Beca, however, didn't hear a word out of Chloe's mouth after the redhead used her nickname. She just sat there with a stupid grin on her face, prompting Chloe to shake her head and break out one of her perfect smiles. "Any other questions for me?" she asked, waiting patiently while Beca pondered over what to ask next.
As Beca ran through some possibilities in her mind, she happened to glance at the clock, jumping up when she saw the time. "Shit!" she exclaimed loudly. "I was supposed help Stacie babysit tonight!" Beca dashed over to her clothing strewn over the floor, searching frantically for her cell phone. When she didn't find it, she grabbed her car keys from the floor near the table and ran outside. Unlocking the doors, she grabbed her phone out of the cup holder to find 11 missed texts and 7 missed calls. "Fuck," she muttered, locking the car and returning to Chloe's apartment.
Closing the door behind her, she scrolled through the texts, oblivious to the way the redhead was staring at her. The texts were all from Stacie, either asking where she was or threatening her life if she bailed. Most of the missed calls were also from Stacie, with one from her dad thrown in there for good measure. No voicemails though, so it couldn't have been too urgent. Chloe's voice finally registered in her ears.
"Beca Mitchell."
Fuck. Beca recognized the tone immediately, looking up to see Chloe staring at her intently. She had forgotten that Chloe was only wearing a shirt, one that hung deliciously around her upper thighs with the top buttons open to display the fact she wasn't wearing a bra. Beca swallowed hard as Chloe took a step toward her, determined to keep her word.
"I promised Stacie," she began weakly, as Chloe took another step forward and undid another button. Before she could continue, her phone started ringing as Stacie called her for the seventh time, wondering where she was. Beca signaled Chloe to give her a minute, and quickly answered the phone.
"Hey Stace, I'm so..." she tried to apologize, closing her eyes and leaning back against the door as Stacie's shouting in her ear cut her off.
"Beca Mitchell, you better have a damn good reason for not being at my house right now! You promised to help me with the twin terrors tonight and after everything I've done for you this year you owe me! Where the hell are you?"
Beca sighed and opened her eyes to respond, not prepared for Chloe to be a foot away, shirt completely unbuttoned with nothing underneath. "Um Stace...I'm..." she trailed off as her eyes roamed over Chloe's body, the redhead clearly satisfied with her reaction. "I know I promised. I'll be there, I sw..." Beca's words died in her throat as Chloe pressed against her, teeth nibbling at her jaw. She tried to stifle the moan that inevitably came when Chloe's hands roamed under the sweatshirt to cover her breasts, but Stacie wasn't fooled.
"Holy shit, Becs, are you finally getting laid?!" Stacie's voice blared through the phone loud enough for both of them to hear. Chloe let out a low chuckle, intent on marking Beca's neck as she nipped a spot over again. She was unable to respond, overwhelmed by the sensations Chloe was stirring inside her, not trusting herself to form a sentence.
It didn't bother Stacie at all, who continued on talking. "It's about damn time! It better not be Carrie though, you are not that desperate!"
Chloe pulled back, raising her eyebrows at Beca upon hearing that statement. She mouthed 'ex girlfriend' to her, watching Chloe's eyes narrow as she mouthed something back, slipping her hand inside Beca's borrowed shorts.
Beca gasped, stammering into the phone, "It's...it's not Carrie. I gotta go Stace. I'll be there, I swear!" She shouted the last line as the redhead stole the phone from her grasp, quickly hanging up and tossing it lightly onto the table. Chloe pressed her back into the door, letting Beca feel every curve of her body as she whispered in her ear, "I think you should stay here with me."
Beca groaned and removed Chloe's hand from her shorts, before reversing their positions and pressing the redhead against the door. She took a deep breath before shaking her head, no. "I know exactly what you're doing, Beale. I promised my friend I would help her babysit, and that's what I'm gonna do," she said firmly, emphasizing the word friend.
Spinning around, Beca gathered up her clothes and ducked into the bathroom to change, knowing if she stripped in front of Chloe she'd really never make it out of the apartment. After re-emerging fully dressed, she spotted Chloe leaning against the couch waiting for her, now wearing her jeans with the flannel fully buttoned up.
"Ready?" Chloe asked, causing Beca to stare at her in confusion. The redhead sighed and said, "You drove us here, remember? My car is still at school."
"Oh yeah," Beca grinned sheepishly, grabbing her keys off the table. "Forgot about that. Yeah, I'm ready."
They left the apartment, walking out to the car in silence. As they began the trip back to school, Beca heard Chloe clear her throat and glanced over at her.
"So, let's set some rules here," Chloe started, pointing out the next turn. "First, and most importantly, no one can know."
Beca responded, "Agreed. Except Stacie, because she pretty much already knows. And she won't tell."
Chloe pursed her lips, and Beca felt her eyes lasering into the side of her face before she relented. "Fine," she conceded, her tone implying she was less than thrilled about it. "Second, nothing happens at school." Beca nodded and signaled for her to continue.
"Third, no surprise visits," Chloe listed off. "For obvious reasons, I'll never just show up at your house."
Beca nodded again, before speaking. "Right, my parents might have a few questions for you. But don't you live alone?" she asked, implying that the same situation did not apply to Chloe.
"What if I have a friend over?" Chloe retorted a little sharper than she intended. She softened her tone as she added, "What if Aubrey was there?"
Beca shuddered at the thought of walking into Chloe's apartment and ending up face to face with General Posen. "Point made, Beale," she conceded. "No surprise visits."
Chloe continued on flawlessly, "Fourth, don't expect special treatment from me at school. I'll treat you the way I treat every other student, and vice versa. You have to treat me the way you treat your other teachers."
Beca rolled her eyes and scowled, "What does that even mean? I treat all my teachers differently depending on how much of a pain in my ass they are."
"Good, glad that's settled," she said, ignoring Beca's statement. "What's my name in your phone?" Chloe asked, swiftly changing the subject.
Beca shot her a curious look before replying, "Uh…"Chloe". What else would it be?"
"Change it. I don't care what, just something that won't lead people to me if someone gets ahold of it," Chloe said, fingers already tapping at her own phone.
"Are you changing mine?" Beca asked, immediately curious. Chloe nodded, winking at Beca before she turned her eyes back to the road. "What'd you change it to?" she asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Chloe retorted, as Beca pulled back into the school's empty parking lot. She cruised up beside Chloe's car and parked, leaving the engine on. Glancing quickly around, Chloe leaned over, sliding a hand around Beca's neck and kissing her firmly, before opening the door and exiting the passenger seat.
Beca called through the open window, "So much for rule number two!"
Chloe turned around, flipping Beca a middle finger before getting into her car. Beca watched her drive away, still not quite believing the afternoon had actually happened. She pulled out her phone and texted Stacie letting her know she was on her way, before putting her car in gear and accelerating away from the school.
A/N: Much thanks to my beta, Ravenclawsome33, for working her magic with my poor grammar.
Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, because I cannot say for sure when I'll post again. I can say that it will definitely not be before Christmas, so Happy Holidays everyone! I'm not abandoning the story, and my beta promised to drag me back if I disappear for too long, so thanks in advance for those of you who stick out the long wait!
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