A/N: This is really just pure filthy smut. So anyway. AVERT YOUR EYES OR TAKE IT ALL IN. MAKE YOUR CHOICE.
"I can't believe you!" Chloe was up and out of bed before Aubrey had a chance to respond to Chloe's initial greeting. "You're my B.F.F.! How could you keep this from me?"
"Because I'm your B.F.F.," came the answer through the phone.
"You were basically lying to me, you know. For months. Meddling in my life." Chloe was acutely aware that she was pacing alongside the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of lavender briefs, and that Beca was watching her with much amusement. She'd address that momentarily. There were more important things to deal with first.
"I wasn't lying. I shifted the focus just-so to meet the needs of my friends who were too scared to figure this out for themselves. Beca came to me; this wasn't my doing, so don't get snippy with me."
"How long?" Chloe turned, addressing the question as much to Beca as Aubrey. "When did you start this little charade?"
"Octooooober…?"Beca answered. She was still smiling, thoroughly entertained.
"I don't see why you're all worked up. You literally got what you wanted."
"I..." Chloe stopped her pacing again to look at Beca, who was grinning at her, arms folded over her chest. "I feel silly."
Beca made a pouty face and moved to crawl across the bed until she was at the edge nearest Chloe to poke her stomach.
"Don't feel silly. If you didn't know what was up, then I was doing my job well. And zoom out for a second, Chloe. This happened because Beca wants to marry you. And now that's going to happen."
Beca was still smiling at her, fingertips starting to trail over Chloe's stomach and up her sides.
Chloe deflated a little, starting to realize it was pretty ridiculous to be any level of upset about this entire situation. She just didn't like being kept in the dark. "You're right."
"Of course I'm right."
Beca acted on the change in Chloe's demeanor, unceremoniously cupping her breasts and squeezing. The unexpected action made Chloe gasp.
"What? What happened?"
"Nothing," Chloe said quickly, trying to ignore what Beca had decided to start doing with her mouth on Chloe's chest. She looked down at her, considering an admonishment for interrupting the conversation, but Beca used that exact moment to use her teeth and Chloe almost dropped her phone. "Okay, Bree, I'm gonna have to let you go."
"Are you mad at me?"
Chloe caught the moan that was about to escape her throat, hand flying to the back of Beca's head to push her closer. "No, not mad."
"Good, then I offer you both my sincerest congratulations."
"Thanks." Chloe's voice was giving out on her, no thanks to Beca's wandering hands. "Bree, I really need to go." She glared down at Beca, whose muffled laugh must have reached the mic on the phone.
"Beca's there? Can I say hi?"
"Yeah, she's here." Chloe failed at catching the squeak that came with fingers walking their way up her thighs.
"Oh my God, Chloe. Seriously? Gross. I'm hanging up."
"Sorry, Bree. My fiancée's demanding my attention. Thank you for meddling!" She added her gratitude as an afterthought and cut off the call without waiting for a response to set her phone on the dresser behind her. "You couldn't wait five more minutes?" Chloe asked. She whimpered at Beca choosing to shake her head 'no' with her nipple between her teeth. "Yeah, okay, me neither." She gave Beca's shoulders a shove to detach her, hands immediately grabbing the bottom of Beca's tee to pull it up and over her head.
Beca laid back down and held up her arms in invitation. "Get over here."
"So demanding," Chloe said with a smile as she climbed up and moved to lie comfortably in the space Beca created between her legs. She gave a little roll of her hips and felt Beca's thighs tense against her.
Hands moved to her hair, expertly untying and untwisting it from its knot, and then Chloe was shivering as Beca worked her fingers through it to fluff it out and scratch at her scalp. Chloe let herself sink down and into a kiss that was equal parts unhurried as it was hinting at more. She felt Beca sigh and shift beneath her, bending her knees to better cradle Chloe between them. She took advantage of the extra space and rolled her hips again, and a quiet moan slipped into her mouth. Chloe lived for these moments, when they could lie together, wrapped up in one another, and just be. Walls tumbled quickly at the touch of their lips, and Chloe found the mutual disarmament thrilling.
She diverted her mouth's attention to Beca's neck, seeking out the sweet spot that would send her through the roof. Beca was warm under her tongue and her neck still smelled like the perfume she'd worn the night before, and when she grazed her teeth along it, Beca shivered and ran her fingernails up Chloe's back.
It spurred her on, tongue flickering along until nails dug into her backside and Beca gasped so harshly it surprised her.
"Shit," was Beca's subsequent exhale and Chloe zeroed in on it, pulling the sensitive skin between her lips and releasing it to lap at it. Chloe was content to stay right there for as long as Beca allowed, but then those hands on her backside decided to slip under the one and only piece of clothing between them and squeeze her bare flesh, and she broke away, enjoying the immediate look of annoyance she got from a very flustered Beca.
"You were just getting started," Beca said, sounding a little winded.
"I...okay." She'd intend to change things up, but there was little she could do to resist Beca wanting more of anything and she picked up where she left off, massaging that spot on Beca's neck with her tongue as she brought her hand up to slip between them. She cupped Beca's breast, relishing the way it fit the curve of her hand so perfectly every time. Air rushed out of Beca at the contact and Chloe squeezed gently and changed tactics at her neck, opting for light and delicate instead of wide and firm as her thumb dragged over the taut peak, and the mess of syllables that slipped from Beca pushed Chloe's hips up into her, making both of them moan.
Chloe pulled away again, eager to step things up. Beca groaned at the loss and snapped her head back to look up at her. "Why do you keep stopping?"
She bit her lip and smiled, feeling a little shy but more than a little turned on. "Can we...um...try it?"
She struggled to remember a time she'd seen arousal wash over Beca's face so quickly. Nothing came to mind. Beca was nodding and pulling herself out from under Chloe, before Chloe could even move off her, to lie in a better space on the bed than where they had ended up. Chloe was nervous, she realized as soon as she was standing alone, looking at Beca with her head settled against the pillows as she scratched at her stomach absentmindedly. And then Beca smiled at her and the nerves dissipated enough for her to will her feet to move, to turn her around and take her to her nightstand and pull it open to be greeted by the tangle of black straps she'd tossed in there Christmas night.
She pulled it out and gave it a shake, hoping it would straighten itself out and also hide the fact that her hands were shaking. "You're sure?" she asked Beca, who had turned onto her side to watch, a hand idly trailing up and down her own hip.
"I'm so sure. Do you need help? The lady at the store showed me how it works."
"No. Um, I don't think so?" She bent to step into it, and then stopped, deciding to wiggle out of her briefs first.
"Good idea," Beca said, grinning at her.
"I'm trying super hard to not think about this looking silly, so...don't crack any jokes for a sec, okay?"
Beca grinned wider and then pressed her lips together to pretend to zip them.
Chloe moved quickly, trying with decent success to get the right straps in the right places on the first try despite her nerves and excitement. She fetched the purple toy out of the drawer, along with the bottle of lube that was a remnant from her last relationship, and climbed up onto the bed to kneel and sit back on her heels next to Beca. The whole process was taking longer than she anticipated and she worried the moment was fading.
But then Beca was moving and taking the toy from her hands to sit up and reconnect their mouths. And the way Beca's tongue moved over hers was a clear sign that the moment was definitely not fading.
"Let me," Beca said when she broke the kiss, leaning down to tug at the O-ring on the front of the harness and slip the toy through it in one quick motion. And suddenly, it was done.
And it was really, really hot to watch Beca do that. Especially as she didn't let it go, instead giving it a tug to pull Chloe forward until she was shuffling ahead on her knees to end up between Beca's.
"So, we're going to talk through this kinda, yeah?" Beca asked, plucking the bottle from Chloe's hand and flicking the top open.
Chloe nodded, and then forced a verbal, "Yes," when Beca cocked a brow at her. It wasn't that she didn't want to answer, but she was highly distracted by the fact that Beca was quite literally giving her a hand job as a part of the whole lube application process, and by how illogically hot it was. She couldn't feel a thing, but her brain sure told her she could.
"I don't think we even need this, you know," Beca said, trading her cocked eyebrow for a salacious wink.
"Oh?" Chloe breathed, feeling the slight tug of the straps on her hips with every pull of Beca's hand.
Beca shook her head. "I'm so fucking turned on right now."
Chloe felt her jaw loosen at Beca's tone and snapped it closed again, stifling the groan that worked its way out of her throat. "Lie down."
Beca did as she was asked, wiping her hand on her thigh as she moved. "I thought you wanted me from be-"
"Let's start with this, 'kay?"
"Whatever you want, baby."
Chloe felt hot all over, and Beca's confidence was only adding to it. She was lying comfortably, looking up at Chloe with dark, sparkling eyes and Chloe bent down, cognizant of the new appendage's whereabouts, to kiss her. And Chloe might have been the one on top, but it was Beca who was in charge of the kiss, sucking on Chloe's tongue and nipping her lower lip until Chloe forgot to be cognizant and pressed closer.
Beca jerked beneath her, startling Chloe out of the kiss, realizing a moment later that she'd forgotten to pay attention to where things were. "Sorry," she said quickly, glancing down between them to see that it was simply pressed against Beca, and she was grateful she hadn't missed the moment.
Because Chloe very much needed to see Beca's face when she finally did it.
Beca's hips tilted, sliding a little against the shaft with a throaty moan, and she pulled Chloe back down into another kiss. Her hips worked until Chloe couldn't wait anymore and she tore herself away and sat back, making Beca whimper at the extreme loss of contact. She replaced it with her hand though, and Beca wasn't lying. She was really, really turned on.
"Beca...wow…"
Beca only nodded, head pressing back into her pillow as Chloe touched her.
"Can I?"
"Yeah. Yes."
She used her hand to guide it, watching until she knew she wouldn't miss, and shifted her gaze to Beca's face as she pressed forward slowly. Beca's eyes slammed shut as her mouth fell open, nothing but silence escaping her at first, until Chloe pressed further, and then the moan came, the moan Chloe had waited so long to hear.
She moved her hands to Beca's hips, lifting her a little as she pulled her own hips back and rocked forward, all so slowly.
"Fuck," Beca breathed, opening her eyes again to look up at Chloe. "Fuck, that feels good."
Beca's praise boosted Chloe's confidence and she wasn't quite as hesitant with the next push. "Yeah?"
Beca bit down on a groan and nodded. And then she was parting her legs further to create more space for Chloe to move and Chloe's resolve wore thin. She pulled back and pushed forward again, motion a little jerky, but Beca only urged her on until Chloe found a smooth rhythm.
Beca's moans were coming quicker, and Chloe heard herself echoing them. It was utterly obscene, and her arousal was through the roof. The harness bumped against her pelvis just-so, driving it even higher. She hadn't considered it initially, but she knew without a doubt it was going to do the trick for her, too.
But she had to get Beca there first, and she held her hips and pulled her closer, quicker, confidence growing by the second until she was leaning over Beca, hands pressed into the mattress next to her shoulders, with Beca's knees as high as Chloe's elbows and Chloe couldn't A) believe how fucking hot this was and B) stop marveling at what it was like to be on the giving end of this. To watch Beca's mouth drop and close and gasp and watch the muscles in her neck strain as she threw her head one direction and then the other, to see the way her entire body moved with Chloe's thrusts - it was intoxicating.
Her quads and hamstrings burned with the effort, but she didn't care, because the sounds spilling from Beca's lips were the most glorious things she'd ever heard.
But then something happened.
Beca grabbed Chloe's biceps, pulling one and pushing the other to roll them and suddenly Chloe was on her back and Beca was straddling her hips.
And Chloe thought she was going to lose her sanity.
"Holy shit," she said once she could wrap her brain around it. Beca had hardly missed a beat in their quick rhythm and Chloe's hands flew to hold her thighs.
"Mhmm," Beca hummed as she rode Chloe. "You like fucking me?"
Chloe felt dizzy. All she could do was nod, because the way Beca was moving, and the way her breasts moved with the activity, and Beca's dirty mouth, and that fact that she could glance down and actually see what was happening was all almost too much.
"I want you to touch me, baby."
Chloe didn't have to be asked twice, her hand moving between Beca's legs to the bundle of nerves that she knew would ultimately bring Beca crashing down. The cry Beca let out at the contact told her it wouldn't be long, and her own sky-high arousal drove her to lift her hips up into Beca, drawing another gasping moan out of her.
The indirect stimulation she was getting was driving Chloe as mad as bearing witness to what was happening above her, but the sight was quickly doing its part to close the gap and make up for a lack of contact. She'd wanted and waited so long to see Beca this way, getting glimpses of it when Beca would end up in her lap with Chloe's hands between her thighs, but it was never like this, and the way Beca would look down at Chloe and moan and then close her eyes and throw her head back was almost too much to handle.
"Babe…"
The desperation in Beca's voice made Chloe moan and work her fingers more quickly. "Yeah?"
"Fuck, Chloe." It was more a groan than actual words.
All sense of grace or tact was lost as it became a mad dash to the finish and Chloe couldn't stop her hips from rocking upwards if she tried. "Bec...baby…" Chloe's words were interrupted with a moan when Beca's angle changed and pressed down just right. "I'm so close."
Beca's head snapped forward, face flushed and eyes wild with surprise. "You are?"
Chloe whimpered and nodded, grabbing Beca's hip and then her backside with her free hand, just holding on more than guiding anything. She assumed Beca would close her eyes and lean back again, but she didn't; her eyes didn't leave Chloe's face and Chloe felt the spring winding tighter, ready to snap any second and she stumbled over a moaned utterance of Beca's name. She was out of time and lacking the ability to communicate any more than that.
And then Beca was nodding, too, breathing a strained, "Come with me."
Somewhere in her mind, Chloe knew she probably needed to give Beca, like, ten more seconds, but Chloe's spring was wound to its limit and it broke violently, jolting her up and into Beca.
"Fuck fuck fuck…" was Beca's brief refrain, and then she was falling forward, barely catching herself from crashing completely into Chloe as her body rolled and rocked in waves, hot breath and loud moans pouring into Chloe's ear.
Chloe whimpered her agreement and pulled her hand from where it was trapped between them to grab the other half of Beca's rear, pushing and pulling her a little to move her through it, still shuddering as pings of ecstasy crept up and over her. Chloe didn't know exactly what had gotten into her - except the sexiest moment of her life - but she was just as turned on as she was before their wonderfully shared climaxes. Maybe more so.
She felt a tongue on her neck, followed by teeth, followed by lips that threatened to leave a mark, and after a few minutes, Beca was doing most of the work again, shifting back and forth. It was exhilarating, knowing how Beca didn't want it to be over yet either.
As insanely sexy as it was, Chloe wanted...needed something more. She wanted…"Bec?"
"Hmm?"
Her need was raw, incessant. "Use it on me?"
Beca lifted her head quickly, looking down at Chloe. Her eyes were still dark, and her face was as flushed as Chloe's ever seen it, wispy hairs clinging to her damp forehead. "Can I?"
"Yeah."
"Right now?"
Chloe pushed her hips up to make her point. "Right fucking now."
"Jesus…" Beca breathed, jumping both from the unexpectedly firm thrust and Chloe's bold response. And then she was climbing off Chloe onto unsteady knees to pull at the D-rings on the straps hurriedly.
Chloe pulled at the ones on the other side until it was loose enough and then Beca was dragging the harness down and off to put her own feet through the loops and pull it up, far less clumsy with it than Chloe had been. Beca's hands were back on her in an instant, pushing at her hip.
"Turn over."
As if she wasn't excited enough, Beca taking control and telling her what to do was the icing on the cake. She moved quickly, moving up to her knees with her elbows against the bed.
"Where'd I put the lube?"
Chloe laughed weakly, dropping her head down to watch, upside down, as Beca moved into place behind her. "I don't know. But I promise you don't need it."
She heard Beca's appreciative moan as hands landed on her back, dragging nails down from her shoulder blades to her waist, making her shiver and arch into and away from the touch. She felt the experimental prodding, and before she could tell Beca it was okay or to get on with it, Beca pressed forward to slide easily into Chloe, making her elbow buckle for a moment. "Shit, Beca."
There was no slow build-up, no easing into a rhythm. Chloe didn't need it and she knew Beca knew she didn't. An arm slipped under her waist to hold her in place as Beca moved with quick, short strokes.
"Beca...fuck…"
Beca's voice was low, raw and gravelly in a way that made Chloe's heart pound even faster. "I love it when you swear."
Chloe groaned and balled her fists into the pillow as she let her head hang. A sharp pull on her hair brought her head back up with a gasp. She felt Beca's fingers secure themselves in a thick plait of hair at the base of her skull and pull again. Every possible synapse in her brain was firing and frying, and she was quite sure she was on the brink of certain death. She suddenly understood why the French referred to it as la petite mort. "God damn it, baby." She gasped at another sharp tug. "Fuck me. Please, please, please."
She'd been reduced to a begging mess. And Beca was fucking her - hard - and if it hadn't been for the first round, she wouldn't have been so close so quickly and without some nice, gentle touching. But she was, and she mumbled her impending doom, having to repeat herself when Beca pulled again, unhappy with her diction.
It was when the arm around her waist disappeared and the palm of a hand connected with her backside with a crack that she came undone.
And somewhere in the lightning going off in her brain, she wondered how Beca knew to do those things. Because they'd never talked about it. But she'd done it, right on the money, too, and sent Chloe over the edge so quickly and so strongly that Chloe was beyond dizzy. Everything was spinning and it felt like dying and heaven all at once and when she tried to drop her head, arms threatening to give out, the firm grasp on her hair caught her and then disappeared, letting her collapse against the pillow. She felt hands moving over her back, fingernails scratching lightly to make her shiver. The thrusting was gone, but Beca hadn't left yet, staying nestled close as Chloe struggled to reassemble her thoughts.
When she felt Beca slip out her mind snapped back easily, the last few minutes rushing back through her like a freight train to draw one last moan out of her as she kicked her legs out to lay flat on her stomach. The bed dipped and shifted as Beca shed the harness to lie next to her, one leg hitched over Chloe's thigh. She lifted her head enough to turn it in Beca's direction and drop back into the pillow.
She was still trying to catch her breath. "Jesus, Bec."
Beca was smiling, eyes bright, and Chloe knew the teasing, prideful comments were coming, but she didn't care. "That was okay?"
Chloe smiled at the thoughtful question that came instead. "More than okay. That was...Jesus!"
Beca chuckled and reached out to pull Chloe's hair away from her face and tuck it behind her ear, smoothing it in a light caress. Her lip quirked and Chloe knew it was coming. "Someone likes it rough."
Chloe pushed her shoulders into a half shrug, letting herself smile. "Can't believe you had the audacity to spank me."
Beca laughed fully and pushed a little closer to start drawing patterns on Chloe's back with her fingertips. "Um, it felt appropriate?"
Chloe smiled wider. "Oh, it was. But what would you have done if I wasn't cool with it?"
"Babe, you were so far gone I think I could have done anything except actually leave and you wouldn't have cared."
Chloe laughed at that and mustered the strength to turn onto her side and relish the cool air that hit her warm body. "I think you're pretty right."
Beca grinned and bit her lip.
"What?"
Beca shook her head. "Nothing. It...I just can't believe how hot that was."
"So that fantasy was a winner?"
"You can say that again."
"So that fantasy was a -"
"Don't. Don't! You're a dork."
Beca was laughing, rolling into her back to heave a sigh as she calmed down, and Chloe just looked at her, really looked at her and all the beauty that she held. Her physical beauty was obvious to anyone with eyes, but it was the other beauty she really admired: her ability to create amazing music, to make people fall in love with her in an instant if she wanted them to with her always-relatable spunkiness, to make Chloe feel like she had a safety net no matter where she was or what she experienced.
The way she shifted from awkward conversationalist to confident lover. Chloe giggled at the thought that flew through her monologue and Beca turned her head in question. "Nothing," she said, too quickly to appease Beca's curiosity.
"Tell me."
Chloe smiled. "No."
Beca reached over and swatted at Chloe, ending up slapping her palm against her stomach a few times. "Tell me!"
"It's just..." She laughed again and pulled a 'badass rapper' tough face. "A lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets."
Beca held her hands up above her, like she was stopping the sky from falling. "Oh my God, Chloe. Oh, my God."
"What, it's true!"
"That's more true for you than me! I'm no lady."
Chloe wriggled up to her and pecked her cheek. "You're my lady."
Beca turned to her again. "You're so sweet that it gives me a toothache."
Chloe moved before she turned away, capturing her lips in a brief but thorough kiss. "You know, you never shared your consolation fantasy. Since that business with Bree is definitely never, ever going to happen."
"And then you go from sickeningly sweet to asking me about my fantasies." Beca squinted one eye at her. "Have I mentioned how much I love you?"
"Once or twice." She waggled her eyebrows at Beca. "Well?"
"Well...I didn't know it until like, just now, but this whole business," she swept her hand over the two of them, "was pretty fucking spectacular."
"We can't have the same fantasy!"
Beca laughed. "Why not?"
"Because then we already did it, and I didn't know I was fulfilling your fantasy, too."
"Well neither did I! But who says we only get one fantasy?" She tapped Chloe's forehead with her index finger. "You can't tell me you don't have more ideas in that pretty head of yours."
"Uh uh," Chloe said, shaking away her finger. "You are oh-and-two for fantasy fulfillment. You need to tell me something so I can make it come true."
"Okay, okay. Um…" Beca turned away to look up at the ceiling in thought. "I want to try that whole Skype thing."
"We're saving that for when we're apart. We are not having Skype sex when we're in the same house."
"Good point. Um, how about mutual...touching. Ourselves. At the same time? Without the Skype."
Chloe grinned. "That's easy. What else?"
"I want to do it in your classroom."
She gasped, pulling back from Beca and laughing. "I could get fired if we got caught!"
"That's why it's exciting! It could be late, during a break or something. Like Spring Break. That's coming. Or tomorrow. It's a weekend and a break."
Chloe rolled her eyes. "I'll think about it. I'm only hesitating to agree to it because of the professional thing. What else you got?"
"Okay, if your school's off-limits…" Beca was quiet a moment, and then her face lit up as she looked at Chloe again. "Can we do it somewhere public? And I don't mean like we did on the beach over Labor Day. No one was around, that didn't count. And not hidden in a bathroom stall. Like, public-public. In a restaurant or bar or park or movie theater or store or something."
"You're really excited about that." Chloe smiled at the enthusiasm lighting up her face.
"Yeah! I mean, it's not that easy to do with a guy, you know. Because they're so...obvious. But we could totally do it. On the down-low."
Chloe laughed. "The down-low?"
"Figuratively." Beca tilted her head, thinking. "Or maybe literally, depending on the location. Surprise me!"
Chloe wrapped her arm around Beca's middle and pulled her close, still chuckling. "What have I gotten myself into with you?"