Bad Witch

Dracula, Frankenstein? Which costume will I go for this year? Beca considered as she strolled along the Barden campus sidewalk, making her way to the Bella House with her duffle in her hand and her bag of music equipment over her shoulder. It was her sophomore year, and she didn't have to live in a dorm anymore so OF COURSE she was moving into the Bella House.

Chloe was there.

And of course, the rest of the Bellas were there too. It was a month from Halloween, and she was already thinking about the Bellas annual Halloween party.

"Hey, Shawshank," Fat Amy said as she appeared from another direction. "Need to talk to you."

"Hi, Amy," the brunette smiled. "Sure, what's up?"

"Aubrey's moved on now, and I need my own room, what with all my boyfriends and stuff... so I think you should share with Chloe instead of me."

Beca frowned in confusion. "But... Chloe's the captain now. She gets to have a private room. What about if she's dating…?"

Fat Amy laughed hysterically, but then sobered quickly when she saw the look on the petite woman's face. "Oh, you weren't joking."

"What do you mean?" Beca asked slowly.

"Chloe hasn't dated anyone since... well..." The blonde Australian shrugged. "Let's just say it's been about a year."

"But what about Tom?"

"Hookups don't count."

Beca got that. Hookups didn't count... unless they were causing your heart to shred in your chest. It was complicated. And it wasn't.

Beca pulled her thoughts back to the present. "Even so, I mean, Chloe deserves the private space. She's earned..."

"So, you'll tell her then? Thanks, Beca." Amy grinned and walked away, leaving the brunette with her mouth open and her eyebrows drawn together in disbelief.

Beca sighed and started walking again, deep in thought, but when she reached the Bella House, the door opened and Chloe was waiting for her, grinning as brightly as the sun. "Bec! You're here! This is going to be so great!"

"Uhh... you might not think so when I tell you what Amy just pulled," the brunette replied sheepishly. "She basically kicked me out of the room we were supposed to be sharing and told me I have to share with you."

Chloe was surprised for a moment but recovered quickly. "Tell me something," she said slyly. "With whom would you RATHER share?"

Beca blinked. "Well... you, obviously," she replied. "But you're the captain. You deserve your own space."

The redhead beamed a huge smile at her again. "I don't care about that," she said. "It's going to be so much fun sharing with you. Besides we're co-captains! You're going to be doing the arrangements and I'll be doing the choreography. It's right for us to be sharing."

Beca felt supremely flattered that Chloe felt that way. "You're not mad?" she asked tentatively. "Because I can just go tell Amy..."

"Bec," Chloe interrupted softly. "I'm GLAD we're sharing. You're my best friend, right?"

A smile broke out on the brunette's face. "Yeah, Chlo, we're best friends."

"It's settled then. Let me tidy up and get you some fresh sheets and stuff for Aubrey's... your... bed." Chloe grabbed Beca's duffle from her hand and slung it over her shoulder, then took her now free hand to tug lightly. "Come with me."

Always and anywhere. Beca thought to herself.

Xx

Beca was in love; so deeply in love that she was having problems remembering her own name every time Chloe walked into the room. Which she had just done, carrying a coffee for them both. "I'm back," she said brightly as she hopped onto Beca's bed and snuggled against her. It was Saturday and they'd decided to stay in bed to study, rather than going to the library. It was also Halloween weekend and the Georgia weather had taken a turn for the colder. Still, Chloe had offered to go out for 'fancy coffee' as she called it, craving a little touch of pumpkin spice for the season.

"Thanks, Chlo," Beca smiled as she accepted her cup and lifted her arm to wrap it around her best friend. (The woman she adored and who was her whole world). Chloe was cold and she shivered a little. "Hey, you're freezing. Get under here."

"Thanks," the older woman replied as she kicked her shoes off, then lifted her butt to let Beca pull the bedclothes down. Then she slid her legs underneath them and relaxed as the brunette covered them both back up. "Looking forward to the party tonight?" she asked. She took a sip and winced as the coffee burned her tongue before setting it on the nightstand next to her to let it cool. "Damn, that's hot."

YOU'RE hot. "Uh, yeah. Actually, I am. Have you decided on your costume yet?"

The redhead glanced at their shared closet. "Yeah, it's all ready to go," she replied with a little smirk. "How about you?"

They'd decided to keep their costumes a secret so it would be a surprise on the night... which was tonight... and Beca was a little nervous about the whole thing. What if Chloe didn't like the one Beca had chosen?

"Hey, you ok?" her friend asked suddenly.

"Yeah," Beca replied with a shrug. "I was just worrying that you might not like what I picked."

The redhead's face gentled. "I promise you, no matter what you chose, I'm going to love it," she replied. "It's you, Bec."

Surprising tears stabbed at the brunette's eyes, and she swallowed hard, then forced a smile onto her face. God, Chloe was EVERYTHING she wanted in a partner. Supportive, loving, smart, beautiful. She just wished the older woman felt the same way about HER. "Thanks. And ditto," she said. "I can't wait to see yours."

The redhead snuggled against her again, sighing softly. "This is going to be so much fun," she said. "I just wish Aubrey could be here too."

"Me too," Beca admitted. "I'll deny it if you tell her but... I miss her."

"Me too," Chloe nodded, pursing her lips. Then she looked at her friend. "How about a nap?" she asked. "I have a feeling tonight is going to be a late one."

"Mmm... yeah..." the brunette replied. "That sounds like a great idea." Chloe started to move to her own bed, but Beca just held her close. "Don't go anywhere."

They chatted for a while more as they finished their coffee, then both smiled as they just wriggled down to lie flat and snuggle a little closer to each other.

Xx

Chloe was in love; the kind of love that made her tongue-tied when Beca smiled at her. Beca was brave, kind, smart and hot in a way that took the redhead's breath away... basically everything Chloe could possibly want in a partner. She just wished that her best friend felt the same way about HER.

Lying here, practically on top of the brunette, being held so tenderly by her even as she napped, brought tears to Chloe's eyes and she had to slowly reach up and wipe them away before they dropped onto the soft skin of her best friend's neck. Her eyes moved to their shared closet again, thinking about the costume she'd chosen for the Halloween party that night. She loved it and she hoped Beca would genuinely like it too.

Sharing a room with Beca was pleasurable torture but Chloe didn't regret agreeing for one moment. They'd just gotten closer, their friendship quickly deepening into something truly special; a kind of connection that Chloe, and she suspected Beca too, had never had in her life before. Sure, they had a large group of friends, the Bellas their closest ones, but there was something special between only them, the way their eyes sought each other out and the way they took care of each other, that went beyond just the superficial.

Beca mumbled something in her sleep and frowned unhappily. Chloe caressed her belly soothingly. "It's ok," she murmured. "I'm here, Bec." The frown disappeared, the redhead marveling as a little smile appeared instead, and she hugged Beca closer. "I love you," she barely whispered.

Xx

"It's party time, Aca-Bitches!" Cynthia-Rose exclaimed sometime later as she burst into Chloe and Beca's room, but she stopped dead with all the Bellas piled up behind her, when they found their two captains wrapped around each other in Beca's bed.

Emily gasped but Fat Amy immediately clapped a hand over her mouth. "Everyone back out slowly and quietly," the Australian loud whispered but it was more than enough to wake Chloe whose blue eyes blinked sleepily at them. Then she frowned at all the faces gawking at them. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Oh... nothing," Stacie grinned. "I'd say everything is pretty damn awesome right now."

"What do you mean by..." Chloe looked down and realized, to her total shock, that her hand was most definitely and obviously UNDER Beca's shirt, since the fabric had ridden up to reveal her abs. Then she realized that her hand was cupping Beca's left breast and that her friend was most definitely not wearing a bra. "Fuck," she said, slowly easing her hand out but unable to help her palm from caressing the nipple beneath it.

Beca moaned softly as she began to stir. "Mmmm... Chloe..."

Chloe had NEVER blushed as red in her life, and she scrambled out of the bed to usher the giggling Bellas out of the room. "Out! Now!" she commanded, shutting the door on their playful protests and then pausing to rest her forehead against it in total mortification. "Stupid," she muttered. "I can't believe I..."

"Chloe?" Beca said as she fully woke and sat up. "You ok? What's wrong?"

The redhead straightened and squared her shoulders before taking a deep breath and turning around. "I'm sorry, Bec," she said, eyes brimming with tears.

"Hey," the brunette was out of bed and across the room to her in an instant. "What is it? What happened? Why are you crying?"

Chloe sniffled softly. "The girls... they came in here and saw us in bed together."

The younger woman blinked. "Um... I'm pretty sure that's not the first time they've seen us snuggling, Chlo."

The redhead ran her hand through her hair and chewed her bottom lip worriedly. "That not all," she said. "I was apparently... in my sleep... um... feeling you up... and they saw that too."

Beca was quiet for a moment. "Feeling me up... how?"

"My hand was under your shirt on your..." Chloe's eyes lowered to Beca's chest, and she bit her lip again.

There was silence for a long span of heartbeats, then, to the redhead's utter surprise, Beca started laughing. "Dude, you're a boob man!" she exclaimed. The look of surprise on her friend's face just made her laugh harder. "Hey, don't feel bad. I am too."

Chloe blinked. Then blinked again. "What?"

Beca took her hand and held it. "Chlo," she said softly. "It's ok if you like women. They're beautiful. It's ok to want to touch."

No... I know," Chloe replied. "I'm just... you're not mad that I touched YOU?"

"No," Beca grinned. "I'm just mad that I wasn't awake for it."

Again, the redhead was floored. "Beca... I don't... What do you...?"

"Chloe… Honey..." Beca's hands were at her waist now, holding her gently. "Why were you touching me?" Her eyes were bright and earnest and hopeful, and Chloe suddenly felt hopeful herself. Could it be possible that Beca...? "Chlo? Please be honest with me? I need to know."

"Because..." Chloe closed her eyes briefly and took a deep breath, screwing her courage into place. "Because... I want you," she said simply. "I want to be with you. I want to sleep with you every night and to go on dates and be... be what you need me to be. I want to love you. I DO love you."

An almost sob burst from Beca's chest. "You... you really want that, Chlo? For real?" she asked, hands squeezing her friend's waist gently. "I didn't even let myself hope..."

"I want it more than anything," the older woman replied, hands hovering at the brunette's cheeks. Then she cupped them gently, looking deeply into Beca's dark blue eyes. "Is that ok?"

"It's everything," Beca replied sincerely. Then on a wild impulse, she let Chloe go and slowly lifted her shirt off over her head, smirking as the redhead's eyes suddenly shone with wild desire. "Touch me again," she said huskily. For a moment, Chloe just stared at her, frozen and barely breathing, and Beca chuckled softly. She took the older woman's hands and brought them to her chest, holding their cool palms against her breasts. "Please, Baby."

"Beca," Chloe groaned, eyes closing as she felt the younger woman's nipples stiffen against her palms. "Bec..."

"Look at me." When Chloe opened her eyes again, her pupils were already blown, darkening her irises into something needy and so sexy, it made Beca clench deep inside. "Touch me, Baby."

Then their lips were crashing together, and Chloe was pushing with her hands, walking them fast, back toward the nearest bed. They tumbled onto it, kisses hungry and filthy and hot and Beca cried out as her lover's hand cupped her through her sleep shorts. She was already wet, and the redhead could feel the damp patch spreading under her hand. It made her body growl with uncontrollable need.

"Can... can I..." Chloe remembered to ask through her lustful haze and Beca nodded hard. "Say it... I need you to say it, Beca. Please..."

"I need you," Beca whimpered. "I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me, Chloe."

"Oh my God," the older woman groaned again, sweeping the shorts down and off over Beca's feet. She eased her hand between her thighs and pushed two fingers into her, as she latched onto her neck and suckled. Beca's hands laced into her hair, tugging and yet holding her in place at the same time.

"Chloe... yessss..." she hissed, hips lifting to meet every thrust, trying to take the redhead deeper inside her. She felt like her heart would explode with joy and she couldn't help the little laugh that bubbled up from her chest. This was actually... finally... happening. "Harder," she begged. "Please, Chloe."

"God, Beca," Chloe whined, obliging with every fiber of her being. "You feel so good. I love you so much."

The hands in her hair eased their hold and Beca encouraged her to look at her. "Chloe..." she whispered as pleasure laced through her. "I lo... love..." Her lover nodded her understanding as she ran her thumb in circles over her clit and Beca was a goner. Her orgasm crashed over her so hard that her back arched up off the bed and Chloe could hardly move her fingers, as tightly as Beca was clenched around them. The brunette's cry of pleasure was surely heard by every Bella in the house, but she didn't care, not when the love of her life was guiding her down from her high with gentle kisses to her lips and whispered words of adoration.

It felt simply... incredible.

Chloe's face was buried in Beca's neck now as they held each other. They were both trembling with emotion, unmoving, not speaking... just holding each other so tightly, there wasn't space for even air between them.

It had all happened so fast in the end; their need for each other an unstoppable force shoving them across the line together... the line they'd been skirting on opposite sides since the moment Chloe had burst into Beca's shower and insisted they sing Titanium together (but not for THAT reason). That memory was sacred to them both, even if they didn't really talk about it, because maybe that was the moment; the moment Chloe's light blue eyes locked onto Beca's dark blue, and they each saw a future together in each other's souls.

"You ok?" Chloe asked softly then, as she peppered little kisses across Beca's cheeks and the bridge of her nose.

"Honestly, I might be dead, Chlo," the brunette replied with a little smirk

A proud, beaming smile lit her lover's face. "That good, huh?"

"Let's just say you crushed it, Babe."

Chloe felt peace settle over her, the longing in her chest sated for now knowing that Beca loved her too. But then the brunette's hands started to wander. "Just so you know, Chlo, I've never done this with a woman before," she whispered.

The redhead smiled and dropped a kiss on the younger woman's forehead. "It's ok. We have plenty of time to practice."

Beca rolled them over, then kissed her slowly and deeply, the urgency between them mellowing into something infinitely more passionate, and as she meticulously removed every stitch of clothing from Chloe's body, she made sure every inch of newly revealed skin was kissed too. The older woman was writhing beneath her, chest heaving and breathing coming in ragged gasps. She was teetering on the edge before Beca even slipped inside her, and it took only moments of loving coaxing for her body to release, wrenching the sexiest, deepest moan from her as she curled around her lover to shudder through it... with Beca's hand happily cupping her breast.

"There's that bass note," Beca murmured, running her fingers through damp red hair and Chloe couldn't help but laugh, body shaking silently.

"Dork."

"I love you," the brunette added. "It feels amazing to be able to say that."

"It feels amazing to hear it," the older woman sighed. "I had no clue you felt this way."

"We were both clueless idiots," Beca chuckled.

Just then there was pounding on the bedroom door. "Enough sex!" Stacie called through it. "Get ready for the party."

"I'm pretty sure there can never be enough sex," Beca yelled back. "But ok."

Chloe giggled and poked her. "Seriously?"

"What? Dude, it's true! I haven't even gotten to taste you yet!"

"Oh God," Chloe groaned, mind running amok with possibilities.

"But Stacie's right," Beca sighed. "We have to get ready for the party."

"Alright," the redhead allowed. "I'll meet you downstairs."

They shared a gentle kiss and then went their separate ways to get ready.

Xx

Beca was dressed up in black leather pants, laced knee-high boots, a purple leather laced bustier and a red cloak. She had a tall witches' hat perched on her head and was working on her first Witches' Brew cocktail. Chloe scanned the crowd as she came slowly down the stairs, smiling as she quickly found who she was looking for. The brunette had been in the middle of a conversation with Jessica, mid-sentence in fact, when her eyes found her best-friend-turned-lover and her mouth literally dropped open in awe.

"Oh my God," she whispered.

Jessica looked at Chloe and a broad smile spread across her face before she put her fingers in her mouth and wolf whistled.

"Get it, Girl!" Ashley called from across the room.

Chloe had chosen a no shit, sexy nurse costume; thigh length skirt, fishnet stockings, red patent leather high heels and a shirt that was cut, Beca suspected, at least two sizes too small for her boobs. A red lace bra peaked out from behind the neckline, but the sexiest thing was that the skirt and shirt were made of pristine white leather.

Beca was struck dumb as the room around her went just as silent. Then Fat Amy was suddenly fanning herself. "I'm straight, but I'd totally do you, Ginge," she stated, making everyone laugh and cheer.

"Thanks, Amy," Chloe replied, eyes locked firmly on Beca, who had yet to move an inch from her spot. "Hi, Baby. You look gorgeous." A round of pleased smiles circled the room and some of the Bellas awww'd quietly.

"Chl..." Beca cleared her throat and swallowed hard. "Chloe." She shook her head. "You look..." She shook her head again. "Wow. I..." Her feet suddenly carried her across the room with the intention of getting her hands on her lover. Somewhere. Anywhere. "You look so hot. Seriously."

"You like?" the redhead asked, hands moving to Beca's hips to hold them.

Dark blue eyes lifted to gaze at her. "I love," the brunette said softly. "And I want to kiss you so badly right now."

"You're kinda allowed to do that now," Stacie teased. "I think Chloe probably knows you like her... after what WE heard."

Multiple heads nodded around them. "Lesbihonest," Fat Amy added. "You've been dancing around each other for a while now. Why do you think I pushed you into sharing the same room? The heart eyes were ridiculous between you, and we were getting tired of watching you NOT be together."

Chloe and Beca were sporting matching grins as the other Bellas once again added their agreement. "Thanks, Amy," the brunette said flatly, but she meant it sincerely and Amy just nodded back at her.

Then Chloe was smiling softly. "I think I was promised a kiss," she said.

Beca grinned and leaned in, capturing her lips and pulling their bodies closer together as the Bellas cheered. She kissed Chloe with every bit of need she was feeling, and her hands drifted down to pull their hips together. As the kiss finally wound down, Chloe drew back gently, feeling slightly dazed and sighing as Beca's hand slipped under her skirt to playfully squeeze her ass.

Then she was drawn back in, and she leaned forward, whispering softly against her lover's lips before capturing them again.

"Mmmm... Bad Witch."