PROMPT. One of those things where someone says "shut up" and the other says "make Mel really seductively and the tension is crazy sexual and awkward and OMAHSVSJNS I NEED YOU TO WRITE THISE

If Beca was in a reasonable state of mind, she'd agree with Chloe right now. But she has past reason about ten minutes ago, and this isn't even about that guy in the bar anymore. It's about Beca being right.

"Maybe if you took a little more interest in me than your tequila shots, Becs!"

"This isn't about me! This was supposed to be a girls' night out and you ruined it when you went to do whatever you did with that weird looking, Swedish guy!"

"Beca, you know we're in Denmark, right?"

"Shut up, that's not the point!" Of course the key to their shared hotel room takes seven tries until Beca can throw the door open to show her anger. "The point is, you walked away with that guy!"

"We just danced, Becs. Are you really gonna make a big deal out of this?!" Chloe groans and lets herself fall to the bed immediately. The World Championships starts tomorrow and she'd really like some sleep.

"Well, I guess I am. Let's make me the bad guy here, like you always do."

"Fuck you, Beca."

It wasn't screamed, but the simple fact that Chloe used her name and an actual pejorative right after each other is enough to scare Beca. Beca has never heard Chloe Beale actually scold. She uses fake-bad words, like when she was trying to be hateful towards their German opponents, but the words she uses are non-existent. Or so Beca believes, because she's never once heard anyone else besides Chloe use the word "dummkopf". ("That's German, Becs." –"Is it? Or did you just make that up?")

Even though Chloe's cracked voice has made Beca's heart stop beating, she doesn't want to let this go so easily. "No, fuck you!"

"I didn't even start this! You did, remember? I was already done with him, I came walking back to you guys when-"

"Oh, you were already done with him?" Beca says with her brows furrowed so bad it actually hurts her face, jaw dropped and eyes full of judgement.

"Can you just shut up for one second?" Chloe sighs loudly. "I came walking back and then you freaked out and dragged me back to the hotel!"

"Oh yeah? Why do I remember him standing next to you seconds before I dragged you out of there?"

"We were heading in the same direction, it was the way to the bar!" Beca rolls her eyes and shakes her head, and Chloe just sighs again. "What do you want from me? It was just one freaking dance, okay? What, are you jealous or something?"

Beca doesn't know why she immediately feels attacked, because Chloe wasn't speaking in her serious-voice and she's gotten off the bed to pace the room, totally unaware of how Beca's cheeks are burning up. "What? I mean, no dude, that's.. No!"

Chloe's eyes find her after the first stutter and the change in Beca's tone was probably way too obvious, because Chloe doesn't look as upset as she did seconds ago. "What?"

"Wh-, nothing, I'm just saying, I don't.. No, of course- you know, no."

"Wait-" Chloe whispers slowly as she approaches Beca who looks like a deer in the headlights. "You were jealous?"

Her eyes dart the room, looking at anything but directly into Chloe Beale's eyes. She knows what happens when she looks into those blue captured oceans. She swallows twice and licks her lips before speaking, deciding she's just gonna stay in her part. "That is not the point, it is so you to change the topic-"

"Shut up."

"What?" Chloe's suddenly standing very close and it gets harder to not let her eyes drift towards her. "No, I will not shu-"

"Beca." The girl breathes out calm. "Shut. Up."

Beca feels the bathroom door handle against her back and she shifts so that she can rest her body against the wall. Of course her eyes stray towards Chloe's and it's interesting to see how much her face has changed since five seconds ago. Every bit of annoyance and frustration is replaced by.. something Beca can't quite put her finger on. The girl seems softer, sweeter, like her usual self.

Beca tries to move back, wishing she could go through the wall, because Chloe's standing dangerously close. So close that their chests are almost touching, but Beca quickly shakes that thought. In fact, she shakes every thought she has about this entire situation and her mouth moves without the order to. "Make me." She whispers, her voice low and her eyes focused on the shifts in Chloe's face.

And she really should know better than to challenge her best friend.

Chloe moves fast, capturing Beca's bottom lip between her teeth and biting down hard until Beca softly lets out a moan coming from the back of her throat. She releases Beca for a moment, but her lips quickly move back onto hers, pressing her head harder into the wall as she roughly kisses Beca.

Beca tries to gain the upper hand, but Chloe's movements are fast and controlling, her tongue moving in and out of her mouth too quickly for Beca to try and fight her for dominance. And when she tries to move towards the girl, Beca gets shoved back into the wall hard by Chloe's hands that are resting on her hip and the other on her chest. But Beca kind of likes Chloe being aggressive and in control, so she keeps trying to slip her tongue through the fast moving pair of lips, and she keeps trying to move away from the wall, only to be pushed against it harder and harder.

When Chloe finally allows her to breathe, Beca feels like her legs can't carry her body anymore. She slowly opens her eyes and finds a flustered Chloe standing just as close to her as earlier. Beca feels two fingers on her lips, preventing her from speaking, which she wasn't even intending to, but then again, she never meant to say those two words that led to this either. Instead, Chloe speaks, mouth turned into a wide grin.

"I should make you jealous more often."

"Oh, shut up." Beca says against Chloe's fingers and then it's Beca moving in.