AN: I know I said this would be up sooner but unfortunately, I didn't have the time to get it up :/ Any-who, it's here now so I hope you enjoy. I'm trying to move it along a little faster so this is the evening before the wedding, all the siblings have arrived and I know I said it would be longer but I honestly think it may be beyond my capabilities to write more then 2000 words at a time :/ I DO NOT OWN PITCH PERFECT BUT THE BEALES ARE MINE :D
Chapter 12 – BECA POV
This. is. Torture. Sitting on Chloe's bed and watching whilst she parades around in her underwear deciding which dress looks better for the bachelorette party and not being able to touch her at all because her mother is sitting next to me.
"Beca are you even listening to me? I just asked you like, twice which dress was your favourite!"
"If it were up to her you'd be going in your underwear" I could see Chloe's eyes darken at Ellie's response, but not with anger. I have a feeling that what I'm looking at right now is pure unadulterated lust. And it isn't helping me to know that.
"Um I think you look beautiful in them all. But I really liked the blue one." if I'm honest it's the only one I remember. A skin-tight, royal blue dress like a second skin. Judging by the look in Chloe's eyes right now she knows exactly why it's the one I've chosen. Her sinful smirk lets me know that I'm in for an evening of relentless, hellish, torturous teasing. Our moment is interrupted by her mother speaking,
"Okay Eleanor, let's go and let them get ready together. Come on, I want to try that French twist in your hair." Both Chloe and I smile at her gratefully for giving us some time together as she bustles the youngest Beale from the room. As soon as the door is shut Chlo turns to me.
I'm frozen on the bed watching the red-headed seductress approach. Powerless to stop her as she straddles my thighs, sweeping her hands over my shoulders and running her nails up my neck and through my hair. I shudder, closing my eyes as I feel her get that impossible inch closer. Her lips meet mine in a fiercely possessive kiss, shocking me out of my frozen state. My hands fly to her hair, grabbing handfuls and gently tugging, tilting her head to the side in order to get the upper hand. My tongue slides along her lower lip seeking entrance, which she grants then proceeds to battle for dominance until I pull away slightly, bringing her with me to lie back on the bed I roll and switch our positions, leaving me on top.
"Give it up Chlo, I'm in charge." She's about to reply but I cut her off with another kiss, raking my nails across her bare stomach, feeling the muscles beneath quiver in anticipation. I pull back with a smirk, my breathing shallow, and look into her eyes. I stroke a stray piece of fiery hair from her cheek and peck her on the lips before de-tangling our limbs, getting up and heading to the wardrobe. I look over my shoulder to see her still lying there, propped up on her elbows watching my every move. I reach for the hem of my shirt, slowly dragging it up my torso and over my head, dropping it on the floor behind me and reaching for the white shirt Chloe packed for the rehearsal dinner. I turn to face her, shirt still undone and she's moved, now standing behind me, eyes practically black with desire. She reaches toward me and just when I think she's going to touch me, she goes over my shoulder, pulling the blue dress from the hanger then turning so she can pull it on.
"You're such a tease." She turns, one brow raised at me.
"I'm a tease? You stand there with that smirk on your face and call ME a tease? You ain't seen nothing' yet Mitchell." I scoff at her words pulling my skirt from the hanger and undoing my trousers.
"Oh please! I bet you couldn't go an evening without teasing me or flirting in some way." She narrows her eyes, looking as if she wants to contradict me before smirking and leaning so her lips are right next to my ear.
"Nice try Becs but I enjoy your reactions far too much to accept that challenge. Especially when I can't even look at you without wanting to take you right there." I feel my cheeks flush as I pull the skirt over my hips and Chloe's hands bat mine out of the way so she can do it up for me. Swallowing hard I back off a little and bring my eyes to meet hers.
"How do I look?" keeping her eyes trained on mine, not even blinking, she replies,
"Perfect" I giggle. I, Beca Mitchell, Giggle! Before leaning close to her and whispering,
"You didn't even look."
"Don't need to. You always look stunning in anything you wear."
"You're so cheesy Beale."
"You love me anyway." I lean even closer and before my brain can stop it my mouth runs away with me.
"I do." her eyes widen, as do mine once my brain catches up with me. I try to back away, distance myself from the words I just said. Did I seriously just tell Chloe I loved her? It's too soon. What if she thinks it's too fast? What if she decides that she doesn't return my feelings? What if she wants me to go home? What if she changes her mind about wanting to try being an 'us'? Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
"Beca? Breathe. Calm down and breathe. It's okay. Beca I love you too. I know this is fast and scary and other people might judge us or think we're too young and naive, but I love you. I LOVE you Beca Mitchell. I've known for a while but no matter how much I shamelessly flirted with you or threw myself at you, you still managed to remain absolutely oblivious to my advances. I never thought you would be the one to admit it first, but it just makes it all the more special. Please don't run. I know that when things like this creep up on you, you push them away, but I'm begging you, don't do that now. I don't know what I would do if you left now. I'm too far gone to go back to how we were before. I know it's instinct, I know you're scared and not too big on all this emotion, but-"
I cut her off with yet another kiss, this one full of all the emotion I'm feeling right now. Joy at her words of, excitement at what they mean, impatience at knowing her female family members are waiting on us downstairs, but most of all, my love towards her. It's fiery and full of passion and when we finally break it off we're both gasping for much needed oxygen. I rest my forehead against hers, quelling the urge to grab the nearest jacket and head for the hills. I need to be here. This moment is one of the best, if not the best, I've ever experienced. Chloe Beale, the girl whom I have loved and wanted, basically since I laid eyes on her, just gave me a speech telling me she loves me. SHE LOVES ME! I want to shout it at the top of my lungs, but it comes out as a faint whisper.
"You love me?" she smiles as tears gather in the corners of her eyes.
"yes. And you love me." I can't tell whether it's Chloe's tears or mine that are causing the salty taste on my lips but I find myself losing the ability to care as I'm pulled in for another passionate kiss, her hands cupping my cheeks, her thumbs wiping them dry of any tear-tracks. She pulls back again, her eyes roaming my face as if she's cataloguing it, as if she's trying to savour this moment so it can last forever in her memory. I know, because I'm doing exactly the same thing.
"I wish we didn't have to go down and be sociable. I wish we could stay here, just us, and spend our night together."
"I know, but what would your mother say if we missed the party? And Felix, he would be devastated if you upset his soon-to-be wife right?"
"I guess. I just wanted our bubble to last a little longer." I look at her a little puzzled.
"Our bubble?" she giggles at he expression on my face as her fingertips trace the line of my signature smirk drifting up to my one arched eyebrow.
"Yes. Our little time bubble. We've been up here for over an hour Becs but it feels like 5 minutes. I love you so much that I don't even realise time still goes forwards when we're together. I lose all sense of normalcy. You chase everything away so there's just you and it's like being in a bubble. Nothing else matters, just me and you." I understand completely, everything she says makes perfect sense and I can't help myself from leaning into her and placing a chaste kiss to her lips before taking her hand and leading her to the door.
"Well we'll have to get back to our bubble later. You're family are waiting on us and if we stay up here any longer they'll be thinking the worst of us." Chloe laughs a full belly laugh, wiggling her eyebrows as I lead us both down to the waiting women.
AN: So not too long but hopefully sufficient. I know I said this would be up earlier but I literally had no time to post it. I hope you enjoyed it, if you did then it would make my night for you to leave me a little review. I also take constructive criticism if you have any :) or ideas for future chapters, they would be so welcome! Somebody give me something you want to happen and I'll make it fit somewhere :D