Beca is getting married to Jesse in the morning. But tonight, she is Chloe's for one last time. "If tomorrow you won't be mine, I want you to make love to me one last time." I finished as I looked up and met Beca's intense gaze. "Chloe-" I kissed her as I cut her off, my hands coming up to frame her face, gently caressing her cheeks. "Please. Beca, I need you."

That one time Beca woke up with an overwhelming pressure between her legs and tried to take care of it herself without waking the sleeping redhead next to her. (Bechloe one-shot)

Beca regrets not taking Chloe up on her offer in the tent, so she decides to approach her the night before graduation. Don't read if underage! My first proper femslash, smut, one-shot, so go easy on me? And R&R?

Bechloe's first time. What if Beca woke up in the middle of the night during the retreat and decided to follow through with Chloe's little proposition...? (smut ensues) One-shot for now, could evolve if you guys like it. Please review enjoy!

Bechloe One Shot. Set during PP2. As the World's and Graduation approach, Beca reflects on her and Chloe's relationship.

Beca Mitchell has been missing from Barden for a month. Chloe has spent every single hour she's been gone missing her. Bechloe multi-chapter fic. Rated T for language.

It's one of those nights when they're kissing messily before they even make it through the front door. Hands spilling and caressing everywhere, too frantic and way too fast. They seem to stumble through the kitchen expertly, obviously knowing that they've done this so many times before. Beca loves these nights.

She glanced drawlingly down at Chloe's lips, before looking into her eyes and asking with as much innocence as she could muster, "I'd like to give you a thimble." {one-shot}

Aubrey tells Chloe it's her job to get Beca on board with the Bellas. Chloe decides working out is a great place to start.

One-shot based on Taylor Swift's 'Mary's song (Oh my my my)'

Quick one-shot. Chloe surprises Beca on the way to the quad and delivers some sweet payback.

You are not that girl. The one who pines after someone who clearly has no interest in her; the one who sits in her car for hours crying to Adele. Yet here you are, watching reruns of Gilmore Girls as Titanium plays endlessly on repeat. Two-shot.

Tom doesn't sing. Chloe doesn't like baseball. It's doomed from the beginning. Shower Guy/Chloe, Beca/Chloe. Seriously, what did I just write?