Could you do one where Beca and Chloe end up having a cute tickle fight over something and end up falling for each other?


"Beca."

"Just a minute, Chlo."

"That's what you've been saying for the last fifteen minutes."

"I'm almost done," Beca says absently, lip caught between her teeth as she clicks away at her laptop, faint strains of music leaking out of her headphones.

Chloe checks the time on her phone—again—and huffs, propping her chin on her hand. "It's almost eight o'clock. I'm hungry."

"Mmm," Beca says, but otherwise gives no indication she's heard Chloe.

Chloe's stomach growls again. "Beca," she complains again, scooting up further on the bed to poke at Beca's knee.

Beca jumps, knocking her laptop askew. "Don't do that! It tickles."

Chloe's eyes light up mischievously, experimentally squeezing Beca's knee.

"Chloe!" Beca squeals, a laugh escaping her lips. "You're gonna make me lose my place," she scolds, trying to squirm out of Chloe's reach.

"Then save it and put down the computer."

"Just give me another minute," Beca tells her, holding up a finger.

"Beca Mitchell," Chloe says lowly, and Beca really doesn't like the predatory glint in her eyes. "Put down the laptop. Or else."

The defiant "Or else what?" barely makes it out of Beca's mouth before Chloe pounces, pinning Beca to the bed, knocking the laptop out of the way in the process, and digs her fingertips into Beca's sides.

"Chloe!" Beca thrashes on the bed, trying to escape her, but the warning tone Chloe assumes she's aiming for is lost in her laughter.

"Are you going to put down your computer?" Chloe asks, moving her fingers up to Beca's armpits.

Beca can barely gasp out an answer, she's laughing so hard. Her face is turning a rather alarming shade of red, and Chloe eases her motions. "Yes," Beca wheezes. "Jesus Christ, Chlo."

"Maybe you should have listened to me the first time," Chloe says, still hovering above Beca on the bed, the younger girl's chest still heaving.

Wait—is she imagining things, or did Beca's eyes just flick to her lips?

Chloe licks her lips experimentally, and—yep, she definitely didn't imagine that.

"Stop looking at me like that," Beca says, still looking a bit worried that Chloe will resume her tickle attack.

"Like what?" Chloe's eyes flick down to Beca's lips, briefly, and then back up to her eyes.

"Like that," Beca says, and Chloe suddenly realizes the rather intimate positioning of their bodies—legs tangled, one of Chloe's knees between Beca's, their faces inches apart.

Chloe can feel the warmth of Beca's breath on her mouth, and it makes all the hair on her body stand on end.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Chloe says, her voice low.

They've been dancing around this for months now—teasing brushes, meaningful looks, something Stacie calls eye sex (Chloe's a bit confused on the concept). Chloe can't gauge if it's just Beca being socially inept or there are actually feelings involved.

God forbid Beca Mitchell ever talk about her feelings.

But here Beca is, pinned underneath her, eyes on her lips and breathing unsteadily, and Chloe doesn't know if she'll get this chance again.

It seems to take an eternity to close the few inches that separate them, and it makes Chloe feel stupid for waiting this long in the first place.

The first brush of their lips is gentle, hesitant—Chloe pauses a moment to give Beca an opportunity to pull away or push her off.

But she doesn't. So Chloe presses forward, more purposefully.

There are two possible scenarios Chloe had been expecting: Rejection or non-rejection.

Non-rejection certainly didn't include Beca to kiss her back eagerly, opening her mouth at the very first brush of Chloe's tongue. And it definitely didn't include the moan that escapes Beca's throat, like she's been waiting for this and is finally letting go.

But she's not arguing.


A/N: Totally shameless self-promoting plug here: I posted a new AU multichapter earlier today that you should totally check out. It's called "Whoever Fights Monsters." Hint, hint.