The waves crashed on the shore while a light breeze drifted across the empty white sandy beach. Empty save for two figures that slowly walked bare foot in the sand, their fingers entwined as though their hands had been made for one another, and a young Labrador that ran ahead of them, pausing at intervals to check that her owners were following her. It was the morning after Beca and Chloe's wedding and the two women were up uncharacteristically early considering they'd not bid goodnight to their guests until 3am.
It was now only just after three hours later. Mrs & Mrs Beale hadn't slept, too caught up in the throes of activities expected of newlyweds on their wedding night. And as they slowly made their way across the sand to a rocky area closer to the ocean, they noticed the way the sun was eagerly awaiting to greet the horizon. It was about to rise on a new day – the first day of the rest of Beca & Chloe's married life together. Beca pretended to be looking past Chloe at the impending sunrise, but really she had eyes for nothing and no one but her wife.
Until her eyes caught a lump by the rocks they'd just climbed and she furrowed her brow in mild amusement when she heard a familiar loud groan. Fat Amy pulled her body up from the sand, still in the outfit she'd been wearing at the wedding yesterday, and pushed her long matted blonde hair back from her face. The Australian noticed her two friends and slowly made her way up the rocks to join them, not sounding in the slightest bit dainty.
In the meantime Beca and Chloe had both found a rock to perch on while they looked out at the sun beginning to peep over the horizon, making the waves before them glitter. Beca turned and laid back, resting her head in her wife's lap while Chloe ran the fingers of her right hand through the woman's brown hair – avoiding the couple of plaits that had miraculously made it the whole day yesterday and their sexual activity over the past few hours. The women watched in amusement as Alba leapt onto Fat Amy's front to lick her face and the hungover Australian grimaced, holding her hands up to try to stop the animal.
"Alba!" Chloe said with a giggle, "Come on." And the white Labrador did as she was told, quickly hopping off Fat Amy's stomach ("Oof!" Amy groaned.) and trotted over to her owners.
Beca blinked slowly, feeling drowsy after such a busy twenty four hours, lack of sleep, heightened senses, and calm surroundings. She brought her arm up and Alba took it as a silent instruction to curl up with her, which the dog did. The animal let out a heavy sigh as she rested her head and front paws on Beca's stomach.
The three Bellas and the dog watched the sun slowly begin to rise over the horizon. All was peaceful and calm. Until Chloe suddenly let out a small yelp and their attentions were all drawn to Lilly, who was sat on the other side of the redhead. Nobody knew how she did it, but the young woman was brilliant at appearing out of nowhere. It was a wonder she wasn't a ninja.
"Hey guys! What're we all yelling about?"
The three women yelped again, this time turning to see Emily, Jessica and Ashley approaching with tired expressions on their faces, clearly beginning to nurse their own hangovers. They all smiled when Alba leapt off Beca's stomach to greet them ("Oof!" groaned Beca).
"Morning aca-wenches." Cynthia Rose greeted in a surprisingly bright voice considering she had been knocking back jägerbombs all night, and the women on the rocks drew their eyes down to their friend's hand that held Flo's as they both approached. But before anyone could ask what that was all about, they noticed Aubrey and Stacie walking side by side across the white sand towards them, light smiles on their faces, keeping their hands to themselves but nudging their arms against one another here and there.
"I wonder which room they stayed in." Fat Amy said with a teasing grin and The Bellas all grinned with her. Last night they'd all been dancing away on the dance floor together, laughing and messing around when Cynthia Rose had had an idea.
"Photobooth!"
The Bellas all turned to each other and cheered at Cynthia Rose's suggestion. Chloe's heart hammered excitably, a grin on her face that hadn't disappeared since the moment she and Beca had said "I do." She grabbed her wife's hand and tugged as hard as she could in the direction of the photobooth, giggling as she heard Beca let out a sloppy "woah!", the alcohol still nicely flowing through both their systems.
Chloe usually did a head-count during this situation, wanting to involve all her Bellas at all times. But it was nearing 2am or something. She just assumed they were all here. That was until she and Beca caught up with Cynthia Rose, Flo, Fat Amy, Emily, Jessica, Ashley, and Lilly. They were all huddled around something, giggling and chuckling away.
"What's going on?" Chloe asked curiously and Fat Amy turned to them.
"I knew it!" The Australian said, then held a photo set from the booth up under Beca and Chloe's noses, "I KNEW they were sneaking around together!" and Chloe swallowed loudly, suddenly sobering slightly as she looked down at the slip of photo paper in Amy's hand that had been left behind by the previous occupants of the booth.
There were four separate photos on this paper. And in those photos were Stacie and Aubrey. The first was the two of them laughing about something. The second was moments later, with Stacie grinning and nuzzling into a grinning Aubrey's neck. The third photo showed Aubrey and Stacie looking affectionately at one another, both clearly deeply besotted by each other. And the fourth photo was of Stacie and Aubrey heavily kissing, Stacie cupping Aubrey's face while the brunette's hand was hidden up Aubrey's dress.
"Well…there's certainly no denying that." Beca agreed, and The Bellas all cackled in delight as they tumbled into the photobooth, determined to all fit.
"Morning ladies." Aubrey said with a calm smile on her face, letting out a light chuckle when Alba licked at her bare legs enthusiastically. Stacie, meanwhile, crouched down to welcome Alba into her arms and the Labrador lunged for the brunette, licking her chin furiously.
"Heyyy Alba." Stacie cooed at the dog, ruffling her fur enthusiastically while Aubrey looked down at them with an affectionate expression.
Suddenly Fat Amy cleared her throat loudly and the two women looked up from the dog to see their friends all looking at them with beaming broad grins on their faces. Aubrey swallowed loudly, her heard beating quickly. She knew what those grins meant. Those were the grins her friends had had on their faces whenever they'd used to speculate if Beca and Chloe were secretly seeing one another. Beca and Chloe were now married – no speculation necessary. So a new speculation was likely to arise.
"Can we help you, Amy?" Stacie asked with a small smile, knowing exactly why Amy was looking at her and Aubrey the way she was. Stacie didn't know how Amy knew. But she did.
"Yeah." Fat Amy replied, easing herself up slightly and pulling a folded piece of paper from her bra, opening it up and showing it to Aubrey and Stacie, "Don't suppose you lost something last night?"
The colour drained from Aubrey and Stacie's faces as their eyes fell on their photos from the photobooth session they had last night. One specifically being of them heavily kissing.
"Ah…" Aubrey mumbled while she and her girlfriend slowly wandered over to the rest of the group who were still grinning at them, "…yeeeah about that…"
"About that huh?" Fat Amy asked with a massive grin while Stacie took the photo from her, biting her bottom lip before joining Aubrey beside Chloe and Beca. "Didn't think you had it in you, Aubrey."
The blonde rolled her eyes, but a small smile was still on her face as Stacie leant into her body and Aubrey brought her arm around her girlfriend's shoulders, placing a kiss on the brunette's head. The women all looked out at the sunrise, Alba having now settled back down heavily on Beca's stomach ("Oof!" Beca winced, then chuckled while stroking her dog's velvety ears).
Beca let out an involuntary light hum as her wife resumed trailing her fingers through her hair, but a small knot formed in the brunette's stomach. This week had been one of the best of her life with the most perfect of endings. Her struggle was the upcoming week. She didn't want to return to reality.
"Wow…" Beca sighed breathlessly as she peered down her naked body as her wife licked her lips with a pleased expression, bringing her face up from between Beca's legs and crawling back up the bed, "Is it possible for all that to feel a million times better because we're now married?" she added, a lazy grin on her face while Chloe laid her body beside hers, facing her, nudging her nose playfully with her own.
"Maybe?" Chloe said with a light chuckle, reaching her hand down to help her wife continue riding the pleasure she'd just experienced.
And Beca let out a moan which was muffled by Chloe's lips, mumbling a drowsy, "You're amazing."
Both were becoming more and more sober by the minute, having lost count of the amount of alcohol they'd consumed during their wedding earlier. They were now just becoming sleepy and a little hungover. Their kisses slowed, Chloe removed her hand from between Beca's legs, and the two women sighed happily while they lay naked in each other's arms.
"I'm sorry I've got to go to work tomorrow." Beca mumbled against Chloe's chest, placing a loud large kiss on her skin while her eyes remained closed, and the redhead let out a small tut, stroking her hand through her wife's hair while holding her in her arms.
"It's okay sweetheart," Chloe replied in a calm voice, her eyes also closed, "Alba and I will be at home waiting for you."
At the sound of her name, The Beale's dog stood up from her spot by the door, and wagged her tail. The two women let out tiny groans when Alba began to whine.
"Your dog wants to be let out for a wee." Beca mumbled and Chloe let out another light groan.
"Before sunrise she's your dog."
The sun had a good amount of warmth once it had crept completely over the horizon and The Bellas let out light yawns, none having had much chance to sleep.
"So when are we all gonna see each other again?" CR asked, smoothing her thumbs over a rock in her hands. The women all looked at each other and shrugged. They knew it didn't matter how long it went between their meet-ups, it would always be as though they'd never parted.