Having had to deal with the fact that Chloe's last movie had taken her to the other side of the world to shoot had been one thing. Dealing with her simmering jealousy at the fact she was playing a porn star was another thing. But this, this was a whole new level of emotions Beca wasn't prepared to deal with.

She had been able to console herself with the idea of Chloe being away thanks to their busy work schedules keeping them occupied and modern technology keeping them connected. And she had been somewhat able to temper her jealous streak over said girlfriend shooting racy sex scenes and nudity thanks to Chloe's insight that the experience was actually pretty awkward and grim as opposed to sexy and intimate.

There was nothing romantic about having to strip down in front of a bunch of people she had only just met, pose in ways that worked with whatever camera angles the director wanted to get, and having to simulate sex with someone that she wasn't intimate with while someone is giving directions off camera that just didn't lend itself to a comfortable environment. It was all very methodical and clinical.

In fact those scenes were Chloe's least favourite to shoot. But it all had artistic merit and did lend itself to the plot so she overcame her reservations for the purpose of storytelling. Beca on the other hand had taken more convincing. It wasn't that she was against Chloe doing sex scenes or nudity, she would never try to dictate to her girlfriend what she could or could not do with her own career, she didn't need her permission nor should she expect it, she just found herself jealous sometimes.

Deep down, even after the several years of being in a relationship and longer as best friends, Beca was still the teenage college student who couldn't believe someone as gorgeous and amazing as Chloe, wanted her. That she got to be the one that Chloe was intimate with and with comfortable with. It kind of, sort of, made Beca feel a little special in a way.

With her work as a music producer, she was able to keep herself relatively under the spotlight. She was the one at the mixing table, not the one on stage basking in the spotlight. Chloe however was Hollywood's favourite girl next door, a label she had been desperate to shed in order to tackle new and exciting avenues of work.

'X' had been just that. It was anything but wholesome and Chloe had jumped at the chance to be part of it once she realised that the content of the movie serviced the plot and wasn't just gratuitous for the sake of it. It was a role she felt would show her in a new light and the director had agreed.

But being one of Hollywoods favourite actors, meant sharing Chloe with a lot of people who had a lot of interest in her girlfriend. Interest that sometimes went beyond merely enjoying her work. It was hard not to notice that level of admiration when pictures from signature hunters of Chloe scantily clad from photoshoots or movie stills, were thrust in her face while leaving restaurants and award shows for the redhead to sign.

Yes, Beca Mitchell was acutely aware of the fact that her girlfriend by Hollywood standards was considered "hot stuff".

It wasn't that Beca thought she herself was some hideous monster that should be lurking in the shadows, she wasn't that naïve, she knew she was attractive in her own way. She just was painfully aware of the fact that beneath the surface, she would always be the girl who kept her insecurities well-guarded, never quite able to match how comfortable Chloe was in her own skin.

And Chloe had always be attuned to this and always made sure to accommodate Beca in that respect. Chloe never expected anything of Beca she wasn't yet ready to give, but rather would put feelers out there to gauge where she was at while also letting her know that when Beca was ready, Chloe would meet her half way.

Sexuality wasn't something Beca was immediately comfortable with, she just always felt awkward. It took her a long time to come to grips with her sexuality in terms of her identity, but even after that, she struggled with sexual intimacy and the idea of being that open, vulnerable and exposed with someone else.

Chloe for her part had always graciously allowed Beca the time to figure it out. She was aware that Beca's short lived romance with Jesse had been less than fruitful in the bedroom and that for Beca, it felt like something had to do out of obligation more so than because she was physically and emotionally invested in the idea.

What could she say? She had been young and dumb at the time and still deeply confused about her identity. That wasn't to say however that Chloe had everything figured out. While she had indeed been much more sexually liberated than the younger brunette, her experiences hadn't always been the most spectacular either.

While Chloe had experimented a lot, she quickly found that emotional intimacy while engaging in sex was a bigger turn on for her than she had initially thought. Sure, she could get herself if she needed to scratch an itch, and could even visualise to an extent that she could help whoever her partner had been get her to the edge too.

But that first time with Beca, had been something so all-consuming and so otherworldly, Chloe had openly wept after coming down from her high. For the first time she had been able to view sex as more than just something that felt good physically. In that moment she had experienced something that filled her up and stimulated her mentally and emotionally.

For all of Beca's lack of experience at that time, she had managed to touch Chloe in a way she had never been touched before. That level of intimacy they shared had been more than enough for Chloe to easily dispel any potential confusion with regards to attraction or chemistry with her on screen lovers.

She could definitely act the part for the cameras and make people believe that she and her co-stars had a burning romance, but that spark, that magic just wasn't there when the cameras stopped rolling. It made it that much easier for Chloe not to fall for the deceptive allure of Hollywood romances. Because she knew whole heartedly the difference between what was real and what was fake. And what she had Beca, was so very real.

Seriously, why settle for crumbs when you've got the whole French Loaf waiting at home to fill you up and satisfy you thoroughly? In Beca she had the whole package, the love, the care, the safety, the intimacy, and yes, the mind-blowing sex. Chloe was one very happy cookie.

As for Beca, let's just say that while she too was also thoroughly satisfied, that didn't mean she was able to shut off her insecurities like a switch.

Standing off to the side of the red carpet at the premiere of Chloe's movie, she could already make out the faces of the people in the crowd who were oogling Chloe up. The ones who no doubt would get a thrill out of seeing the movie and it made Beca's skin crawl in a way she was uncomfortable with.

She hated this, she didn't want to be possessive or demanding, that wasn't her and she never wanted to be that for Chloe. It made the thought of sitting in that movie theatre harder and harder to stomach.

As Chloe finished up another in a long line of red-carpet interviews, she immediately made her way to Beca, sliding her hand into hers and interlocking their fingers. Her assistant was rambling on about something but Chloe was only mildly paying attention, instead leaning in to whisper in Beca's ear.

"Hey, you okay?" she asked, her thumb stroking at the fingers interlocked with hers. Beca gave her a tight lipped grin nodding her head as she gestured to the red carpet.

"Yeah just, this, it's just a lot. I'm used to slipping by and hiding in the shadows," Beca replied, which was true.

For all of her talent and success, Beca rarely attended award shows and red carpets were as foreign to her as the French language. She enjoyed her job and being behind the control desk working on music, the notoriety of it all, not so much.

In fact this was the first major carpet Beca had dared go near with Chloe, and at that, she had tried to politely kiss her on the cheek and slip by only to be shoed back to get some pictures before being allowed to dash off.

Chloe pressed a kiss to Beca's temple as they were guided inside the theatre. After a couple more interviews inside, Beca was pawned off on Chloe's assistant to claim her seat while Chloe was ushered back stage with the rest of the cast that were there to do introductions before the movie started. There would be a quick Q&A with the audience at the end but for Beca, just getting through the movie would be a challenge.

When the intros were done and Chloe was finally made it to her seat next to Beca, she instantly took her girlfriends hand and held it in her lap. In that moment, Beca realised just how nervous Chloe was about her premiere.

She had seemed so self-assured and confident in the weeks leading up to it, but in that moment, with the movie about to start and its introduction into the world about to be made, she was the same Chloe that would stress out about competitions, and Beca pushed every one of her own insecurities aside and leaned into Chloe's space, squeezing her hand tightly.

"Hey," she whispered and Chloe turned to look at her through the darkness of the theatre.

"I love you. You're gonna be amazing, you always are," Beca said and Chloe melted at her words. Needing to hear them more than anything in that moment.

As the opening sequence began to play, both women sat back in their seats, their shoulders pressed against one another and hands tightly clasped, hearts racing as the room settled into an eery silence.

As the movie progressed, Beca couldn't help but find herself bursting with pride at the character Chloe had created. She was so different to anything else the redhead had ever portrayed and yes, Beca would even admit, she did find her girlfriend sexy as hell in certain shots.

The director really had showcased Chloe in the most flattering light. It was sexy without being sleezy and he treated the females on screen like works of art to be admired as opposed to just physical beings to be sexualised for instant gratification and for that, she was eternally grateful. Maybe she would send him a gift basket when they got back to LA.

In truth, the movie was so good and Beca had been so enraptured by her girlfriends' performance that she had forgotten just why she had been so uptight all day to begin with. This was a career high for Chloe, and Beca was so, so proud of her.

After the Q&A, as the audience filtered out of the theatre, Beca heard the murmurings of audience goers as they passed her by. The comments about how hot certain scenes were and grotesque comments about how Chloe made them physically react just by looking at her. It was disgusting, but Beca had to remind herself that there would always be a subset of fans or viewers who would think those things.

Chloe was placed on a pedestal to be admired and sometimes that meant dealing with people whose thoughts were less than wholesome. But for the most part, the murmurings had been complimentary. That didn't completely quash the green-eyed monster from rearing its ugly head though.

As Chloe was stopped by some figure heads from the studio, Beca excused herself from lobby to go to the bathroom, high tailing it down the corridor and into the vacant space. Thankfully with the movie premiering so late, most people had decided to head straight home instead of milling about.

Beca walked over to the sink and turned on the cold tap, cupping the cool liquid in her hand and splashing it against her face before grabbing a towel and dabbing it away, make up be damned. Just then, the door opened and a voice called out.

"Beca," Chloe's called out as the redhead stepped inside, her eyes finally landing on her girlfriend "there you are," she smiled.

Before she had time to register what was happening Beca had grabbed her by the hand and yanked her into one of the cubicles, shutting the door behind them and pinning Chloe against it. Beca's hands cupped her by the cheeks as she kissed her passionately, her leg sneaking in between Chloe's and applying pressure just where Chloe needed it, an audible whimper escaping the redhead.

As Beca nipped and sucked on Chloe's lip, arms came up to wrap around her neck as she lowered her own hands down a slender body, trying to find purchase on any part of it she could.

"Tell me your mine," Beca said, lips now sucking on a delicate pulse point.

Chloe's eyes opened briefly at the words, her brain just about managing to register what this was all about against the onslaught of Beca's actions. In that moment she knew what Beca was asking her. This wasn't about sex, or about ownership, this was about intimacy.

It was about reassuring Beca that the parts of her that people had seen on display on screen that night, was merely just smoke and mirrors, a taster to satisfy the arts and nothing else. That Beca was still the gatekeeper of the most intimate and vulnerable parts of Chloe.

And as she unwrapped her arms from around Beca's neck ad brought her palms up to cup Beca's face, Chloe pressed a soft delicate kiss against her lips and then looked her straight in the eye.

"I'm yours baby. All yours. Only yours."

Beca gripped Chloe's hips tightly, those words hitting differently than she expected. Gazing over Chloe's beautiful face, her slightly smudged make up the only imperfection in Beca's eyes to be found, she realised in that moment that she wanted to be Chloe's only one for the rest of her life.

The only one to love her, hold her, kiss her, satisfy her and keep her safe. She wanted it all, and she knew that as soon as she could put a plan in motion, she would do everything in her power to ask that important question and make that dream a reality.

But first, she had more 'X' rated ideas in mind.

"I can't wait to get you home."