Au prompt: bechloe playing video games like black ops or something
"Are you playing that game again?"
It has been a good 96 hours since the new Call Of Duty came out. Beca had camped out in front of the local game store to get it as soon as possible. Chloe knew Beca loved video games enough to do that. What she didn't know, was that Beca is actually insane, because she took off a week from work to play the game continuously. Which is what she has been doing for the last few days; not even stopping to sleep; yesterday Chloe actually had to turn off the game since Beca fell asleep with Cheetos still in her mouth and the controller firm in her hands.
She looked cute though.
"What are you doing back here? Did you forget something?" Beca mumbles as Chloe takes off her coat and stops in her track towards the kitchen.
"Beca.. I've been working a ten hour shift." Chloe says star struck, unaware if her girlfriend is joking or not. "Have you been playing this entire time?"
"Yeah, you don't think I see you, do you?" Beca grins with her teeth pressed together as she hits the different buttons fast. "You fucking shit, die!" She yells at the screen in front of her.
Okay, so Beca looks like she hasn't showered for three days (which could totally be the case) and her hair is one, big mess, but somehow Chloe still thinks she looks good. Maybe it's her passion that is streaming through her fingers into the television screen. Maybe it's the fact that she's vulgar, which is normally not something Chloe would approve of, but when it's pointed at fictional characters, she's okay with it. Beca was focusing all her attention onto the army man she is leading, named Alex Mason as Chloe found out the second night Beca got the game; she'd fallen asleep and Chloe punched her awake, screaming 'who the fuck Alex Mason' was, because Beca was saying his name in a dream. Beca must've laughed at her for a good four minutes before she was able to tell her it was the name of the agent in the game.
Chloe is almost hypnotized by her girlfriend, her eyes following the way her teeth bite down on her bottom lip as she sneaks up on an enemy, then blowing out bad words as if it's air as she kills the opponent. Chloe can't help but giggle at the mess that is Beca Mitchell.
"Alright, I'm sorry babe. You wanna watch a movie?" Beca speaks through her yawning as she stretches her arms out and makes the cutest noises possible. "Like The Notebook or some soppy crap?"
Chloe was kind of planning on watching something of the sort, but instead she walks over to the couch, untangles the controller from Beca's hand (who's giving her an 'are you serious' look with the smile to match) and starts a new game.
"Okay, how does this work?" The redhead laughs after trying to figure out the buttons, but accidently dropping a hand grenade on herself.
Beca teaches her the basics and then grabs a second controller as they enter the warzone. "Okay, babe, you go left. There is only one fucker there, I'll get the others."
Chloe likes this. Not necessarily the game (she doesn't even know how to make the soldier run), but more so the connecting with Beca. Most of the things they do together are at Chloe's recommendation. Musicals, movie theatres, even diners. ("But Beca, you love food!" –"Yes, but I don't like people, we went over this yesterday, Chlo!") But this is Beca's thing. And if Beca loves it, Chloe's sure she'll love it as well.
"Wait, what was shooting again?" Chloe asks, looking at the controller as she tries to remember what Beca told her.
"Chlo, you're getting killed! Move!"
Chloe starts to move the stick, which is the only thing she can remember of the controls; moving. But, in all her confusion, instead of moving away from the target, she runs right at him and before she knows it, she's dead. "Becs!" She shrieks and shoves the girl next to her. "You didn't protect me!"
"I killed seven people who were shooting at you, you dumbass. You were right in sight!"
Chloe lets herself fall back on the couch. "I can't believe you didn't have my back." She pouts, eyes twinkling as they stare at Beca.
"You're such an idiot." Beca chuckles and lies down next to her, hand brushing over her girlfriend's thigh as she moves.
"You know, we could still catch the seven thirty movie if we leave now?" Chloe asks, but the look in Beca's eyes is enough of an answer. "How about some dinner at-" She can't finish her sentence, because Beca's groans are too loud.
Chloe assumes it might not be a good day to go out, anyway. It would take about six hours to get Beca cleaned up and ready for the outside world. They eventually settle for a nice and quiet night inside; no other people, including agent Alex Mason.