The bus rattles you around as it speeds away and you think, good; anything to get you away faster from the disaster that was your last performance. Why you guys thought it would be a good idea to involve pryotics and as many props as you can find to perform for the blind is beyond you. Well, at least Cynthia Rose isn't permanently scarred so that's something.
Nobody dares to speak as you sit in silence and wallow in self-pity, some Bellas even put in their earphones to avoid the inevitable breakdown that Chloe is about to have. You know it's coming; ever since Muff-gate, her stress level has never been so high and you feel a little guilty knowing that you basically left her to try to keep the team from crumbling while were busy with the internship. You kinda hate seeing her like this.
You feel the tension rise steadily inside the small place and you try to find something to stir the attention away from the ticking time-bomb that is Chloe and you see Emily writing vigorously into her notebook.
"Is that for class?"
Her head whips up to look at you and she shakes her head, "No, it's just um when I get stressed words just sort of flows right out of me and I try to channel them into my songwriting to – "
"Are we just gonna ignore what happened back there?"
You sigh when your plan doesn't work and Chloe bursts out suddenly, interrupting Emily as her eyes flares up and bounce over the girls.
"Guys, hello! The Worlds are right around the corner and you guys are acting like we didn't just eat a big bag of – " Her sentence ends in a scream filled with so much pent up anger and frustration that it even surprises you. You know how much she cares about the Bellas and their future but you are seriously worried that she's gonna ruin herself over it. Nobody should be that stressed over a college Acapella team; not even if that said team are National Champions three times in a row.
"Chloe, calm down it's not a big deal."
You instantly know you have said the wrong words because the redhead looks at you with so much betrayal that you sort of freeze up.
"Not a big deal? Not a big deal?!" She almost screams again and points to the poor Cynthia Rose who's sitting with a white bandage wrapped around her head and you are honestly surprise the injury wasn't more serious, "She almost died because we weren't coordinated enough to pull off a simple routine! How are we gonna win the Worlds if we can't even perform for the blinds? The blinds, Beca!"
Your fingers dig into your thighs to keep your eyeroll that you wanted to show to yourself and stay silent. There is no use arguing with the redhead when she is this upset so you just lean back in your chair and wait until your back in your room. Probably for once in their lives the rest of the Bellas stay silent as well and turn away from their captains, not wanting to risk looking at them funny and causing another meltdown.
But when you calmed down, you can't help but feel responsible.
It's your job as a co-captain to share the stress and duties of caring for the team and you have been letting Chloe carrying all the weigh since school started.
So as soon as the bus pulls up in front of the house and Chloe storms up the stairs to take a shower, you grab Jessica before she can go to her room and thrust fifty dollars into her hand.
"I don't care what you guys do, just leave the house for a few hours," You say and explain further when she looks at you confused. "Chloe needs to relax and I don't think she can do that with everybody home. Take the girls to the movies or for ice cream, I don't care just text me half an hour before you get home."
Jessica gives you an assuring smile and nods her head before disappearing to gather the girls but you don't stick around to watch them go. You make your way up the stairs slowly and take a deep breath to collect yourself, thinking over your plan once more in your head.
It is dangerous and risky. It can backfire and you think if it will, it might just ruin everything you have known in the last couple of years.
Your hands start to sweat when you reach the bathroom door and you raise it to knock on the surface.
"Hey, Chloe?" You raise your voice slightly to be heard over the running water and only open the door to slip inside when Chloe gives you permission.
You can see the outline of her body through the shower curtain as she washes herself.
Chloe has never been ashamed of her body. You know this. Hell, she broke into your shower in freshman year just because she heard you sing and she wanted to know you.
You grin when you think about that she learnt more about you in that moment than most people ever would. She jumped in so fast that you couldn't cover yourself and the extra appendage between your legs twitched at the sight of the girl.
You couldn't help it; you were a horny teenager and a gorgeous naked girl was suddenly standing in front of you. You were going to react.
But what you didn't expect was that Chloe didn't run for the hills in disgust. She didn't make you feel weird or different. She just kept on coaxing you to sing like the little creeper she was until you caved.
It was refreshing.
"Becs?"
Shaking yourself back to the present to see Chloe angle her body towards you like she can see through the shower curtain.
You try to push through your nerves and not let your voice waver when you ask her, "Can I join you?"
"I'm not in the mood for jokes, Beca," She says sternly and you know why she thinks this way. The shower incident became kind of inside joke between the two of you and neither of you would let the other leave for the bathroom without the playful invite.
It's never serious. You haven't actually showered together since that one time. But you are slightly hurt that she'd think you would try to play games when she's clearly upset.
"Chloe," You call out seriously and take a step closer, "Can I?"
The silence that follows is deafening and a sudden cold dread rip through you. This was a bad idea. You are already turning away when she seemingly finds her voice.
"Okay."
You suck in a deep breath when you realize you actually need that to live and quickly shed your clothes off, only hesitating for a second before pushing your boxer down your legs. You can't believe this is happening.
When Chloe calls out for you, voice timid and nervous, you real you were taking too long, "Bec?"
"I'm here."
Leaving the clothes in a messy pile on the floor, you gather all your courage and reach up to draw the curtains away and step over the edge. Chloe's back is turned to you and suddenly you're mesmerized at all of the smooth skin on display. She's so beautiful. Her back muscles defined all the way down to her ass, followed by her long legs that you suddenly have the imagine of being wrapped up in.
Your dick twitches at the thought but you push it away. This is about her.
She's standing rigidly facing the showerhead and you cautiously move closer, afraid to move too fast in case she gets scared. You give her time to stop you if she doesn't want to continue but when you hear her almost impatient whimper, you smile. When your hand first touches her lightly on her lower back, she jumps a little before she relaxes and you take that as a cue to step closer. You start to move your hands up and down slowly, mapping out her body until a quiet sigh leaves her lips and she takes a step back until you collide and your front molds into her back.
You take your time to message every inch of her you are brave enough to touch and feel the tight knots formed because of the stress disappearing underneath your fingertips. Her head falls behind to rest on your shoulder and turn until warm breath hits your skin. The air feels heavy and tense around you, neither of you uttering a word and you're glad. You don't think you can talk even if you wanted to.
You have been dreaming about this moment for months, years even. But now that this is happening, you don't want to fuck it up.
Wrapping your arms around her fully, you reaching over to grab her shampoo bottle from the shower wrack and squirt the gel into your palm before putting it away. Silently asking her to lift her head, Chloe straightens up again and you start to gently wash her hair, making sure to scrap your nails against her scalp.
This isn't sexual. Not entirely. You want to take care of her first and foremost. But the fact that you are standing in the shower with a naked Chloe Beale doesn't help your arousal steadily built inside you.
You know she feels your erection poking her in the back of her thigh but neither of you acknowledge it for the moment.
Once you are done, you guide her under the spray and watch the water wash the shampoo out of her fiery red hair. She looks angelic with her head thrown back and her eyes screwed shut, mouth slightly open. She lets you take control, arranging her around as you want her and you turn her around so the water hits her back.
Her eyes are still closed when you take in a shaky breath at the sight of her fully naked. You tried to be a gentleman – gentlewoman – all those years ago in the freshman showers and not let your eyes drop down too low but now, you feel like you are allowed to look. And, boy, do you.
Chloe Beale is the definition of perfection. At least, in your eyes. Her body is toned and fit thanks to the strict regime of working out and almost eight years of constant dance rehearsals for the Bellas. Her breasts are perky and the defined lines of her abs makes you drool.
You take advantage of her not knowing your next move and press your mouth on the skin on her neck and suck. She whimpers desperately as her arms lift to claw at your back before sliding up to wrap around your shoulders and push you closer, holding you against her more tightly. You have no intentions of leaving her but when a particular sharp nail drags along the back of your neck, you pull back to pant out a breath and place your hands on her hips for balance.
You take that moment to try to calm
"Oh shit!"
Your eyes widen in alert when Chloe suddenly yelps and pushes you backwards with her body until she's not under the spray anymore and you quickly realize you run out of hot water. You're the one who starts to chuckle quietly and she soon follows after before the both of you are laughing carelessly. It breaks the tension that has been steadily rising up in your chest, threatening to suffocate you if you don't take a second to breath and you couldn't be more grateful.
Once the laughter dies down naturally, your eyes meet for the first time since the moment you stepped inside the bathroom and steals the breath right out of your lungs that you have fought so hard to take in. Chloe's pupils are blown wide with arousal and something akin to want that is oddly familiar, like you have seen that expression directed at you.
But the redhead doesn't give you time to dwell on it before she closes the small distance between your lips and kisses you firmly, like her life depended on it.
You moan into the touch, grasping at her hips to keep her close. Chloe licks into your mouth deeply, all tongue and teeth to show you who's in charge and you try with everything you have to keep up. Nails drag across the nape of your neck again but this time you don't pull away but welcome the stink and hope that it leaves a mark that would be visible even after hours.
Maybe it's stupid but you want the evidence that this wasn't some cruel dream.
You don't know where you find the strength to order your limbs to move but somehow you shut off the now cold water and push Chloe away by her shoulder. The kiss ends in a loud pop and Chloe frowns.
"Why'd you stop?"
Her voice is rough and low and so fucking sexy that it pulls something inside you.
You lick your lips and says, "Let's get you to bed."
You don't know how but her eyes darken even more at the words and she nods, arms swinging the curtains away to get out of the tub. You both dry yourself as much as possible with towels, not speaking a word but the anticipation of what's to come hangs low in the air. You keep looking at her while her back is turned because you kind of can't believe this is happening. You hear the towel drop to the floor and her hair is still damp but she doesn't seem to care. You held out your hand and give her a shaky smile when she takes it.
You lead her to her single room (privileges of being a super senior) and let her enter first. You turn around to close the door, the sound of the lock clicking into place is louder than a gunshot in the silent house and you flinch. Suddenly you are very aware of the fact that you are butt naked, standing in Chloe Beale's bedroom, about to sleep with a girl you have been in love with pretty much since the moment you met her. It's overwhelming.
Chloe must've noticed your shoulders tense because soft hands reach out to rub at the skin before a pair of lips join, "It's just me, Becs," She whispers, "Just me."
Your eyelids flatters shut as you cling to her voice and spin around to pull her into a kiss to ground you both. She humps pleasantly that quickly turns into a gasp when you cup her right breast in your palm and squeeze it gently. The sounds she makes is heavenly as you nibble her earlobe before you grab her other breast and you focus all your attention on not stopping.
"Becs…fuck…" Her mouth opens and closes in pleasure, "Please…"
"What do you need, Chlo?" Your teeth graze her jawline and Chloe hisses.
"The – " She swallows hard as her hands wind deep into your hair and tug, "Fuck, the bed…"
Right. You mauver her without your mouth leaving the sweet spot on her neck that doesn't fail to make her shiver and blindly reach the bed that you have spent many nights watching Netflix or studying until dawn on. You always thought of Chloe's room like a safe place from the chaos that meant living with nine other girls but you can't wait to add this memory to it.
You push until Chloe lands on her back with a soft thud, red hair fanning out on the white sheets in a beautiful contrast and despite your need to be as close to her as you can, you force herself a moment to just look at her. You want to remember everything, from the way she's looking at you, the lavender scent that smells so Chloe
Apparently, she's run out of patients because she holds herself up by her elbows and grabs the back of your thigh to tug you back on top of her. This time, your lips naturally find each other and began a familiar dance that you want to practice over and over again until it is perfect. Your body is buzzing and you are painfully hard
The tips of your fingers dragging along the shape of her upper thigh, feeling the skin prickle underneath your touch and leaving goosebumps in its place. Encouraged by the wonderful sounds escaping Chloe's mouth, you rip your mouth away and make your way down her body. Purposefully avoiding her nipples, you travel kisses between the valley of her breasts until you reach her navel, you feel her muscles jumping underneath the thin layer of skin.
The smell of her arousal hits you so strongly that you groan out deeply. Settling on your stomach between her thighs, you come face to face with her pink flesh. Chloe is panting heavily, chest heaving in anticipation and you have the cruel thought of teasing her for a bit.
You run your fingers through her folds to gather up the wetness, smearing it on her swollen clit that's peeking out from under the hood, "Fuck, Chlo. You're soaked." You mumble in wonder.
She bucks her hips up at the sensation and lets out a guttural moan that you want to remember forever. Hooking your arms underneath her thighs, you decide that you are done with teasing the both of you and lower your mouth onto Chloe's pussy.
With your tongue flat, you lick a board stroke slowly up from her entrance to her clit, repeating the action three more times before your lips wrap around her clit to suckle. The musk taste hits your tongue strongly as you flick her clit in time of her heartbeat and groan into her mound when her hand grabs your hair and tugs. She moans wantonly and her hips grind into your face to make you go faster.
You move your arms to hold her down by her stomach, pressing your palms into her to keep her as still as possible and double down on your efforts until she cries out. Burying your face into her pussy, you nibble and lick all around, the absolute filthy sounds making your dick twitch.
"Fuck, fuck…" Chloe whines brokenly and you glance up to see her face tucked into her elbow and you kind of want to see those blue eyes watch you while you eat her out, "Beca."
Not stopping for one second, you dig your fingers into her stomach harshly in silent demand and you watch in satisfaction as Chloe looks down at you with a gasp, her face erupting with pleasure. Her thighs begin to tremble around your head and you know she is close. Making sure you don't lose eye-contact, you move your tongue up until it curls around her clit and suck.
Chloe's body arches skyward and with a strangled groan of your name, she comes hard. Her come floods your mouth as she trashes above you but you don't let up, pulling your arm back to slip two fingers into her wet heat and start thrusting with brutal speed. You determined to make her come as many times as she lets you.
Chloe cries out and throws her head back onto the bed, her body shaking, "I can't, I can't…"
"Yes, you can," You lift your head and angle your fingers down to roughly rub her inner walls, "Come for me, Chlo."
Two more thrust and suddenly the redhead's body arches and flexes, unmoving against the sheet with her eyes slammed shut as her lips quiver. She clenches so hard around your fingers that you can't move anymore. All the air that Chloe had been holding in escapes in a sharp gasp as she collapses on her back, completely spent.
With one final kiss on her clit, you carefully pull out your fingers and make your way up until you're lying on Chloe again. The redhead can barely open her eyes and you smirk. Job well done.
"Are you okay?" You ask, softly kissing her eyelids.
"I think you broke me," Chloe hums with a smile and you bury your face into her neck to hid your grin, "What was that about?"
"Well," You lift you head as your fingertips lightly run over her jawline, "I saw how stressed you were and as co-captain I thought it was my duty to help you relax."
Chloe smirks, "Your duty, huh?"
"I take my job very seriously."
Suddenly two pair of hands grip your hips in a strong hold and rolls until you find yourself on your back looking up into your favorite ocean blue eyes tinkering with mischief.
"Well then, co-captain," Chloe leans down to bite down on your neck and her small hand wrap around the base of your hard dick. You groan, "I believe it's my turn now."
You're in it for a long night.