Before Chloe could even ask the question, the inevitable 'Are you going to stay or are you going to go?' the answer was already on her lips.
The interruption by Stacie, and it was just that, an interruption, not an ending, but an intermission because Beca knew she wasn't going to go anywhere. Beca didn't want to go anywhere. And by the way Chloe was currently kissing her back she knew Chloe didn't want her to go either.
Beca - Hey dude you gonna be there tonight?
Stacie - This your way of telling me you wanna be alone with Strawberry again?
Beca - Fuck you.
Stacie - Language!
Beca - Sorry this is my way of asking if you told any one about last night... so did ya?
Stacie - :P nope, not even Aub, but I can't say Chloe wouldn't have told her.
Beca - Eugh!
Stacie - You better not being eughing at anything to do with my Aub! :P Yeah its a Bella outing tonight so no alone time for you two hehe
Beca - There is no us two maybe I think I dunno
Stacie - But you want there to be. Its obvious.
Beca - Eugh just don't say anything to anyone about any of this... please?
Stacie - No problem bro, you want me to come pick you up?
Beca - I'm coming over from the station now, but thanks x
Stacie - Any time bro :)
Beca walked over to the Bella house, light on her feet, like she could actually feel more fluidity in her body than usual. Usually she trudged. Chloe put the pep in her step. She was under the presumption that she would be wasted by the end of the night, well it was a goal, and take a cab home, and in a small deep dark corner in the back of her mind there was a flame. Barely. Of hope that she wouldn't even end up needing to take that cab. Alone. Or at all.
Whatever. She was trying not to think about any of that and just let the night lead her where it would. Fate? Less thinking, more drinking, as she remembered Fat Amy saying one night at a Bella party. Yeah she could try that. She didn't believe in anything like fate but she had to stop and let go and just let shit go down however it was going to. Stop thinking about sneaking off with Chloe, or leaving the gig early with Chloe, or ending back at the Bella house with Chloe, or not leaving the Bella house at all and letting the others go out and her and that damn red head could just stay in and-
Keep it together, Mitchell.
At no point did she think that maybe they should be working on the set for Sectionals, and even if it had passed through her mind, which maybe it had, she hadn't reminded Chloe of it when she had called and invited her out. She was just teetering on trying to not be completely overwhelmed by nervousness. Too busy convincing herself that she was going to go out, not chicken out.
Beca just wanted to be happy for once. Too much to ask?
Chloe made her want to live in the moment.
Chloe had made her act on that want.
Chloe made her want.
She wanted Chloe.
Shoot first, think never.
She wiped her hands on her dark jeans before ringing the doorbell. She blew out a breath of air and tried to compose herself. Not wanting to look as nervous as she felt.
"We're going to a country bar Bec," Chloe answered the door with the cutest smile, made only cuter by her hair. She had to have it fucking up in the cutest fucking pigtails that Beca had ever saw. Chloe's smile turned into a fake frown, betrayed by her small dip of her head and the way she looked slowly up through her lashes at Beca. So on fucking purpose. Like was Chloe aware of this raw magnetism she possessed? How could she be? There was too much underlying innocence behind it all. "...come on," Chloe took Beca's hand and led her up the stairs of the Bella house, round the corridor to her room. Beca stumbled a little not knowing the way, heart racing to be entering a place she'd conjured up in her mind far too many times. Beca tried to stare at the back of Chloe's head as she was led but the thigh length light powder blue dress that Chloe had on caught her attention, forced her eyes down, in and out over curves, that made her fingers tingle with the memory of how those curves felt rolling against her, under her palms. Beca's eyes moved to the backs of Chloe's thighs that made Beca want to untangle her fingers from Chloe's own and reach out and run her free hand up and under. Until- "Bec, get in the spirit..." Beca shrugged, eyebrows knitted. Yeah she was totally convincingly looking the opposite of turned on right now. Right? "Dress the part." Chloe did a half twirl in her dress, Beca responded with a hand motion to her black flannel shirt with her free hand, realising that Chloe still had a hold of her other. Or she just hadn't let go. "You always wear them."
"Well..." Beca freed her hand, immediately missed Chloe's hand in hers. Cold where there was once warmth. Burning. But in such a fucking good way. "What are you expecting off of me?" Chloe smirked and Beca wanted to take Chloe's hand back and pull Chloe in and kiss the smirk right off her face. Instead Beca rubbed her arm with her now free hand, briefly, realised how nervous that made her look and stopped it promptly. "Some Tammy Wynette style dress?"
"If only..." A wink. "That would be totes hilarious." Beca pouted, and Chloe leant in, Beca took back Chloe's hands in her own, fingers threaded. Played idly with the digits as Chloes thumbs rubbed over Beca's knuckles as Chloe waited and waited for Beca to close the gap.
"Fuck you." Beca murmured. Chloe smirked at that, as she leant her forehead against Beca's. Or Beca leant hers against her. She's not sure but she's sure she doesn't care as she can feel the heat radiating off Beca and smell her perfume. Chloe's mouth watered. Wanting to taste Beca. She liked Beca's mock tone of being disgruntled, when she knew, without a doubt that Beca right now, hands trembling in hers, was anything but. The smirk grew wider as she heard Beca's sharp intake of breath at her closeness. Chloe loved the anticipation. Chloe hated the anticipation. Hated that she loved it. Wanted Beca in every way, in a shout it from the roof tops way. But she knew she had to come at Beca calmly. More timid than she knew she would like as to not scare her away.
Beca could smell the strawberry lip gloss on Chloe's lips. Almost taste it she was that close.
Beca's pout slowly turned up into a smile to match Chloe's. Beca stared at her lips. Felt Chloe staring at her own.
"Will you fucking kiss-" Beca was cut off.
"-Kiss me already-" By Chloe.
Chloe and Beca's lips met half way. A small light kiss. Still. Beca lost the function to think, to breathe. Was this something they did now? Kiss? It was all Beca could think about. When she had kissed Chloe. And holy fuck had she wanted to do it again, and again and again. Were they like an actual thing, Beca had so many questions but no. Nope nopeity nope. Beca would not let herself be that needy 'let's talk about our feelings' girl. She was never that girl. Never would be. Dammit.
"Darn..." Chloe muttered against, into Beca's lips as Beca's kissing became fiercer. Bolder. Beca snagged Chloe's bottom lip between her teeth and pulled, using the gasp of surprise that Chloe made to lick into her mouth, another gasp that she used to delve further.
Chloe's eyes fluttered open, saw blurred Beca in front of her as Beca's tongue worked in her and then closed tight as she gained her faculties back and kissed back as fierce. Teeth scraping, noses bumping as her hands found their way slowly into Beca's hair, as she relished making her way there up Beca's arms, shoulders, feeling the shiver run through Beca as her fingers met skin at the opening of Beca's shirt and up to fist in her hair.
Beca shook as a moan reverberated through her and into Chloe's mouth.
Chloe felt Beca's lips tremble against hers and then as one of her hands let go of Beca's hair and made its way back to grip tight, holding onto her neck, nails digging, clawing at the tops of her shoulders to keep her upright as Beca kissed back harder. Kissed away all functionality out of her legs.
Both became light headed and parted, drawing in deep ragged breaths.
"Ummm..." Beca hummed. "Wow..." Gulped. Hard. Foreheads once again resting on each other. To steady each other. Her hands lightly on Chloe's waist.
"Fuck me." Chloe's voice hoarse. Her eyes still closed. She felt Beca's hands grip her side tight. Flexing. They stood together as their breathing came back to them at a more normal pace. Slower. The blood in their bodies started to pump all around instead of just down.
Chloe nudged her with her nose. To comfort. Chloe's mind went back to what they had been talking about, she would actually totally love to see Beca in a dress.
Out of.
Chloe kissed Beca's cheek. Slow. Beca felt a slight press of Chloe's tongue on her skin as Chloe's lips pressed onto her. Chloe hummed into the kiss. She smiled big and wide at seeing Beca's large eyes as she pulled away then turned and disappeared off into her closet.
"What..." Beca's voice sounded foreign to her, light. She took a steadying breath. "Wh-what are you-"
"-Hang on..." words drawn out. "Just... One... What size shoe are you?" A scuffle. "Here!" Chloe reappeared with full on white bedazzled cowboy boots. Her eyes big with anticipation. Bright. So bright that they almost distracted Beca from the white bedazzled cowboy boots.
Almost.
"Ha." An incredulous bark of laughter. "No." Deadpan.
A cock of Chloe's head, a small nod, understanding eyes, face straight and she disappeared back into her closet.
"It was worth a try," more rummaging was heard. "...shy children get nothing." It felt like minutes passed to Beca, and then Chloe reappeared. "At least," a bright smile hidden below a cowboy hat. "Put this on."
"Nope." Chloe lifted her head, chin angled up high as she tried her best big doe eyes on Beca. Beca laughed a little, feeling herself being pulled in, no, falling? Towards Chloe. Not like literally Beca thought to herself but she could feel the flare of emotions hitting her. Arrow to the heart.
Fuck.
She had to fight it, swing her sword, beat back the emotions that were firing at her. In her. Out of her. For this damn red head.
Arrow after arrow puncturing her, until her knees buckled and she felt like she could collapse onto them and let the arrows slay her. Everything she had been burying shooting to the surface. A geyser. Blood rushing and gushing where it shouldn't.
"Please?" Chloe's smile held big. Waiting. Beca smirked. A half smile, she was so close to giving in. Beca tried so hard, because she just fucking knew, that at any moment she could easily and happily slip into being Chloe's bitch. She could not give in. "Please?"
Knees buckled, head low, arrows sticking out of her at every angle, as Chloe's smile, Chloe's plead marched over her. Left her in the dust.
Fuck.
Beca didn't want to acknowledge this feeling. Didn't want to give it a name. To conjure it up and make it real. But here it fucking was.
"Nope." Beca reiterated with a pop. A gulp. She wetted her lips, keeping her smile small. Tight. Cause if anything she was about to launch herself back at Chloe and kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss until they weren't going anywhere and weren't wearing anything. So like argument over. Right?
Chloe took the cowboy hat off of herself, moved closer, her face purposely mere inches away from Beca's again, wanting Beca to kiss her again, leaning in, holding in place to dare Beca to do it.
Sure she could kiss Beca first but nope. It all had to come from Beca. Beca had to want it. Her. Yeah Chloe liked the feeling of being wanted.
Desired.
So she waited for Beca to make the moves, set the pace. And waited. And waited.
Anything?
Chloe told herself she could take it. She had taken wanting to kiss Beca for far longer than was taking Beca to lean in, tilt, and kiss her. She could darn it. But once they had kissed it was far more difficult to not be kissing Beca now. Where as before she had started to try to convince herself that if it never happened then she would be ok with that, but now she'd had a taste of Beca she wanted more.
Make a move Bec. Chloe shouted in her head, and was pretty sure her eyes were big enough to be conveying her own need and desire.
Beca felt the tingle in her finger tips that she held down rigid at her side to just grasp those fucking pigtails and close the gap but when she didn't, not that Chloe didn't note Beca's eyes flittering down to her lips as she inched closer. Beca saw in her minds eye her pushing her hands up Chloe's thighs, pushing the dress up off of Chloe, dancing fingers over toned abs, pushing Chloe back onto Chloe's bed, fuck she hadn't even really noticed it and now all she saw was Chloe'e bed, the elephant in the room, fuck, and her mind and body just were not ready for this rush of shit she wanted to do to Chloe. Sure it had particulated in her mind ever since she had met the damn red head but being confronted with it. Being able to do what she wanted, and oh fuck did she want, the damn red head. Being so close to actually going through with it, wanting to go through with it was scary.
It was scary. As shit.
And Beca 'Effin Mitchell wasn't afraid of anything.
Damn it.
Except she was.
Her.
Chloe.
That damn red head.
She was afraid of her own feelings for Chloe.
Feelings that she was screaming at herself were just a crush. An infatuation. And in no way could ever start with the letter 'L'. That could fuck right off.
Fuck.
Shoot first.
And she didn't know if she could stop herself.
Think never.
Because they apparently kiss now. That's a thing they do.
Kiss.
Her and Chloe.
Chloe.
Even her name in Beca's mind sounded musical, and fuck, the music they could make.
Fuck just give in. To happiness.
That damn red head.
That damn red head that she's now kissing.
Shoot first. Think never.
That damn red head that's now kissing her. Back.
Beca's hands had mindlessly came up and were toying with the ends of Chloe's pigtails.
Beca felt her heartbeat in her ears, a bass line, then Chloe's soft moans as they kissed layered on top. A sweet melody.
Chloe kept having to stop herself smiling as they kissed. As Beca kissed her. Exploring. Unsure but she still let Beca lead.
They broke apart, Beca unable to breathe and Chloe unable to stop herself smiling. Beca's eyes looked slowly up from their childish pose, to look at Chloe, Chloe's eyes locked with hers. Fixed her in place. She was right where she belonged. Not like she had any intention of moving. She felt Chloe's breath hit hers. Then Chloe's eyes blink, slowly, and when they opened they had moved down. To trace the curve of her own lips. Beca's lips parted, her tongue wetted them. Slow.
Chloe leant back, removed the cowboy hat off of her own head.
She tasted Chloe's lips. Strawberry. Needed to sate her appetite for that taste again. And again. Over and over.
"Yup." She heard Chloe gulp as she got closer, placing the hat on Beca's head. "You wear a Stetson now. Stetsons are cool."
"...Can you see I got the yearning, we've all day, I want your love... your special way..." Ashley played mandolin with her band 'That would be a cool name for a band' on the stage, with all Bella's in attendance, she was proud to have them all come out and support her. A night out organised by Stacie but to everyone's knowledge organised by Aubrey. Team Bella Bonding, she'd called it. Well Stacie had jokingly called it that, and Aubrey had ran with it. "...I love, I love your smile, oh darling don't you drive me wild..." they played the song slower than the usual tempo and everyone in the bar was really digging it.
Drinks flowed.
The slower tempo allowed Stacie to really get her grind on with Aubrey. Ok she would've been getting her dance on with Aubrey no matter what but she owed Ashley a drink for how good this song sounded.
Stacie looked over to Beca and Chloe, and smiled. They were dancing too, perhaps not as close as her and Aubrey, I mean who was? But they were together. She's not saying it was obvious enough that the other Bella's would know that they were together together. Stacie certainly wasn't going to enlighten them, she knew she had been right all along, that was good enough for her.
"Sorry I gotta..." Beca strained over the music, Chloe nodded. A smile. Bright and easy as she turned to look from Beca to back at the stage.
Beca slipped out the side door of the bar to take the phone call that was vibrating in her pocket, she'd missed one of his calls already tonight. Completely by accident and she didn't want to miss another.
"...I heard you call my name and I was calling just the same..."
The sound of the music faded to just a throbbing bass that she felt at her core as she paced the ally.
Chloe turned to watch Beca leaving but she was already gone.
"...and I want you by my side, I'm yearning, I can't deny you got a hold..."
Chloe was pulled in the direction of Beca. She couldn't see her but could feel, magnetic. Where Beca went, she was pulled, and would follow.
"Hey..." Beca rolled her eyes, pacing outside the bar, surely she could come up with something better than a mere 'Hey' after all this time. She listened intently as she paced some more, she tried to stand still but couldn't, her hand in her hair, continuously sweeping it out her face when it was already out her face after the first time she did it but she continued to repeat the action. Nervous. A smile spreading, eyes wider. "Wow that's umm, I'm so happy, obviously I mean that's... it's yeah, umm, congratulations, for you, ummm, yeah..."
Chloe watched Beca pacing, head down, intense, as she talked on the phone. Not that Chloe could hear her, or was even trying to hear her, she was very happy to just be watching her. Slim legs pacing, turning, Chloe's head cocking to watch Beca's slight frame walk away again, the light coming down the ally from a street light illuminating her, then casting her in long shadows as she walked back towards her again.
When Beca walked towards the side door, she found Chloe leaning, back against the wall, cigarette in between her fingers. Beca stood, hands stuffed in her pockets, shoulders raised as Chloe smoked. One long final draw and Chloe flicked it down the alley. Flipping through the air it landed out of sight. Chloe took a step forward, closing the small space Beca had left between them, and pushed her fingers through Beca's belt loops.
A tug.
Small.
All that was needed, not even needed. Beca liked it though. The small tug of her hips towards Chloe. Really fucking liked it as she felt bats, she was too cool to think of them as butterflies, fight in her lower stomach.
Chloe smiled as it didn't take much for Beca to be flush against her. Chloe's face tilted, ready to be kissed.
She enjoyed the small anticipation, and it was small this time as Beca quickly closed the gap.
Beca couldn't wait, they were out there, alone, and she had been desperate to kiss Chloe all night.
Their kisses were breathy. Rushed. Beca not knowing how long they would have alone. She tried to savour every taste and feel every texture, commit it all to memory but her mind was working over time thinking that any second they would get caught. And no body could know. Well nobody else, damn Stacie.
Beca thought about what Chloe's neck would taste like but she couldn't bring herself to move her kisses away from Chloe's mouth. Sweet. So instead her hands pawed at Chloe's neck in desperation for more. Pawed there, scraping, nails digging to stop herself from letting her hands wander Chloes body. If they did, Beca wasn't sure if she could stop, and was scared of, finding herself knuckle deep in Chloe, in an ally, and if someone else was to pop out for air or a cigarette that she wouldn't care and just keep pumping until all that would be holding Chloe up was Beca's fingers.
Beca felt her head spinning, either the drinks hitting her, the air hitting her, or that swift movement of Chloe's tongue over and over and tangled with her own.
Their mouths hot and sticky, becoming one, not sure where one began or ended, nor caring.
Beca leant back, her hips however, still held against Chloe's, fingers in her jeans.
Chloe held her gaze strong with Beca. Watching Beca's cheeks flush. Could be the drink burning itself out into the cool night air, or the magical effect she was having on Beca. She was pondering which it was most likely to be as she fell, no was pulled, willingly, deeper and deeper into Beca's strong gaze. Like looking into the abyss of the midnight sky and knowing that there's meaning in the universe. More than you. More than them. But that was all Chloe needed. Beca. Until she finds herself back against the wall, Beca's hands had moved from emitting goosebumps down her spine to have her pigtails twirled and threaded through her fingers, pulling, twisting as their tongues twirled, making her stomach drop and rumble like she hadn't eaten in days, then a noise, the door beside them opened and Beca leapt away, off of her.
Like Chloe was a fire. Beca had certainly set her on fire.
Hands stuff back into her pockets, one sweeps through her hair, tucking it behind her ear, and disappears back into her pocket once more.
Gaze hard at the ground.
Cynthia came to stand next to them.
Was Beca ashamed of her? Of them? She had pulled away from her a little all night until they were out here alone, was she really going to have to go through the same shit all over again?
Chloe didn't think she could. She wanted. No? Needed? No. Deserved. Yeah, Chloe deserved someone who was proud to be with her.
"Hey can I borrow one?" Cynthia motioned to Chloe, she obliged, bringing out a slightly crumpled packet of cigarettes out her bra.
"Totally."