Fixes
14
A/N: Friends, due to a mistake in the previous chapter, I had to rename the realtor to Rachel. Just FYI!
"Oh my God..." Beca groaned, lifting her hips to meet her lover's fingers.
"I'm pretty sure it's not God inside you right now," Chloe teased as she nibbled on the brunette's earlobe.
"I dunno, Chlo," Beca gasped, tightening her hold around the redhead's neck. "'Cos this is pretty fucking heavenly."
Light blue eyes rolled, and Chloe laughed softly. "Total dad joke."
"Don't talk about my dad right now," Beca admonished. "Fuck me harder."
White teeth flashed in a grin and the vet redoubled her efforts.
"Meeeeeeooooooow."
"Not right now, Bella," Beca groaned. "No... Oh God... there's no attention available for any pussies except mine." Chloe sniggered wickedly at that and did something that made her fiancée growl.
"Mew." Battle Cat decided to join in from her spot on the floor. "Mew."
"Jesus!" the brunette exclaimed. "Next time we're closing the damn door!"
"Bella, down!" Chloe ordered as the orange tabby padded across the bed, and totally ignoring her, sat squarely on Beca's head. "You're such a cockblocker, Dude!"
The musician picked her baby up and moved her to the side of the mattress, but it was too late. The moment had passed, and she just collapsed back onto the pillowtop, huffing her sweaty hair out of her eyes as she put her hand on the one between her thighs. "It's ok, Chlo. You can stop."
"Shit," Chloe stated as she got off the bed, scooped the two cats up and carried them outside. "You guys stay out here." Then she came back in and closed the door behind her. "Good thing Battle Cat can't get up on the bed yet," she chuckled. She lay back down, settling back over Beca and leaning down to kiss her teasingly as she cupped her breasts and softly stroked her nipples with her thumbs. "Are you sure you want me to stop?" she smirked. "I think I can work you back up, Baby."
"Well..." Beca replied with a wolfish grin. "I wouldn't want to deprive you..."
"Deprive me of your orgasm? Mmmm... I wouldn't want that either." Chloe slowly slid down her lover's body and settled her shoulders between her open legs. "Besides, you taste too good to pass up."
"Chloe..." the brunette groaned and rested one leg across the redhead's shoulders as Chloe ran her tongue over her clit then suckled it softly.
"Mmmm?" the vet asked, the vibrations making Beca shudder. She rubbed her nose against the small bundles of nerves and then pressed her tongue to it again. The vet was working herself up at the same time as her fiancée and she couldn't help but slide her hand down to touch herself. Beca smiled and gently held her face to guide her upwards. "C'mere, Beautiful. I want you on top."
The redhead nodded and moved up, settling on Beca at an angle that brought their centers together and easing the brunette's knee over her hip. Then she pushed down against her in a slow, deep grind. They were both wet and swollen, open to each other and their grinding intensified into sensual rocking. Chloe's hands settled on Beca's breasts to caress them, and the younger woman's hips arched up, connecting them hard as Chloe pushed down. "Ohhh ffff..." the vet moaned. "Beca..." She was aching with need and leaned down to kiss her lover as she increased their pace a little. "I'm... I'm close..."
"Me too," Beca replied breathlessly. "I love you so much, Chloe." She pulled the older woman down, wrapping her arms around her as they bucked against each other and moments later, she was spiraling into an orgasm that stole every bit of breath from her body. "Chl... Oh my… Ffff... Chloe... Yes!" she cried out, hands clutching at her fiancée as her body released and arched upwards.
And Chloe was right there with her, one hand holding the back of Beca's head, and her teeth closed on her shoulder as she came too, body convulsing and then curling around the younger woman in utter listlessness as she came down from her high. "Oh my God... that was amazing," she murmured breathlessly.
"What a way to start Oscar day," the musician chuckled. She glanced over at the clock. "Ugh. It's almost seven. We need to get up."
Chloe, whose face was still buried in Beca's neck, shook her head. "No," she said, voice muffled. "They can get an Uber from the airport."
There was silence and the vet lifted her face to find her lover smirking. "Made you weak, huh?" Beca asked.
"Unngghh," Chloe replied. "Can I just have a few minutes recovery time please?"
Gentle hands caressed up and down her back as Beca held her tenderly. "Of course, Baby. Sorry. I didn't mean to rush you."
The vet chuckled and uncurled herself to just cuddle along the length of her fiancée's body. "Not your fault. I'm just tired. It's been a long week."
"It's been long in more ways than one," Beca grumbled. "I wish Rachel could just get an answer already."
"Mmmm," Chloe agreed, fingertips tracing the ridges of Beca's abs. "I feel like I've been holding my breath since the day we saw it."
"The home inspection was better than I'd hoped. It looks like Tom and Betty really took care of the place." Beca rubbed her nose and then wrinkled it. "Except for the mice in the vet building of course."
"Mice are cute though," the vet pointed out. "And better than termites."
"Cute to look at, not to have living in your property," the musician disagreed.
"Point taken," Chloe chuckled. "But at least they're not in the main house. It'll be easy to get rid of sfemff."
Beca's lips were suddenly on hers, cutting her off. "I love how you see the good in everything," she whispered then as she eased back.
Red eyebrows lifted. "You do?"
"I do," the brunette confirmed with a grin. "If we weren't already engaged, I'd propose to you right now based just on that..." She paused and tapped her fingertip against her cheek. "And maybe how epic the sex is."
"Aaaahhh, it all comes out now," Chloe laughed. "You only want me for my body and my optimism. Not necessarily even in that order."
Their eyes met and held, and no more words were needed. Their love blanketed them in warmth and security, and they just traded lazy kisses until the alarm finally went off.
"That's the 'we're almost late' alarm, right?" the vet whispered.
"Yeah," Beca nodded. "We really do need to get up now."
"Ok, want to share a shower to save time?"
The musician laughed and poked her lover in the belly. "It'll only save time if you can keep your hands to yourself, Chlocifer."
"Another good point," the redhead responded sheepishly. "You go first. I'll go feed the kids."
"Cool," Beca smiled. "Oh, and you might want to have the conversation with them about knocking before they come in here?"
Chloe saluted and then sauntered, naked, out into the hallway. "Yes, Ma'am!"
Xx
Beca and Chloe's apartment was full to bursting. Makeup artists, dressers, hair stylists and other people whose purposes the musician wasn't sure of, were bustling around getting all the women ready. In one bedroom, Beca and her mother were seated, being pampered while sipping on glasses of champagne while, in the guest bedroom, Chloe and Sheila were receiving the same treatment.
Beca and Chloe had agreed, after a somewhat tense meetup at the airport, to keep Mom and Stepmom separated as much as possible. Out in the living room, John was having his hair and beard trimmed and he was scheduled for a manicure straight after.
"How are you feeling, Beca?" Patty asked as she watched her daughter's hair being carefully curled.
"Scared shitless," the musician replied with a sheepish smile. "I mean, I'm not going to win but it's still just... the thought of the red carpet and stuff is a little overwhelming."
"Chloe'll be with you though," the older Mitchell replied. "I really like her, Becs."
"I'm glad," the brunette replied. "She's awesome." She looked down for a moment. "She saved me, Mom."
Patty frowned and tilted her head. "What do you mean?"
"I'd given up on ever really getting over the rape." She saw her mother wince at the word but ploughed on. "On ever finding someone who could deal with all my anxiety and bullshit."
"It's not bullshit, Beca," Patty replied. "It's trauma."
The musician nodded. "Either way, Chloe just… from the first moment I met her, she put me at ease. She didn't know what was going on with me, but she just somehow knew what I needed."
"That's really sweet, Honey," the older Mitchell replied. "You know, Beca, I'm so proud of you. You've overcome so much. It's been so hard for you and yet, look at you. Soon to be Oscar winner Beca F'in' Mitchell!"
"I'm not gonna win, Mom." Dark blue eyes rolled.
"Yes, you are," Chloe interjected as she ambled into the room with a fresh bottle of chilled champagne. She refilled Patty and Beca's glasses, then grinned, her eyes a little unfocused. "I need to sober up so I'm going to have some coffee and order a pizza. Who's in?"
"Me," Beca replied immediately. "Get five pizzas, Babe. I'm sure everyone's hungry at this point."
"Got it," the vet replied, then ambled back out of the room toward the kitchen.
"Love you!" the musician called after her.
Xx
"Wow," Chloe said softly as she stood at the door of the apartment, waiting for her fiancée. "You look stunning, my Love."
Beca slowly walked to her, keeping their eyes locked. The brunette was dressed in a silk, off-the-shoulder Versace dress. The simple, elegant design flattered her petite body and accentuated her bust as it swopped down to kiss the floor. It was fitted at her waist and Chloe swallowed as she made out the barely visible ridges of Beca's abs where the silk clung to her. It was sexy as hell. But the thing Beca loved most about the dress was that it was the color of Chloe's eyes. It had drawn her to the dress in the first place and, after a couple of fittings, she'd fallen in love with it. She was wearing white, strappy three-inch hells with it. The ensemble was stunning and Beca looked beautiful.
But, really, Beca only had eyes for Chloe, and she inhaled deeply as she took in her lover's beauty. Chloe was dressed in a beautifully tailored, navy tuxedo jacket and tapered pants which met the three-inch navy heels she was balancing on. The sexiest thing about the outfit was that she wasn't wearing a shirt under the jacket and the lace of her navy bra barely peaked past the lapels.
Neither woman was wearing a lot of jewelry. In fact, they'd agreed to just leave their hair down and wear long diamond earrings, a watch and their engagement rings after their dresser had informed them that people loved a matching couple. Chloe had refused to give up her Apple Watch though. She had a couple of patients in intensive care, about which she was waiting for texts from Aubrey. So Beca had sent her temporary assistant to the Apple Store to get one for her too, along with a new band for her fiancée to match her outfit.
Chloe had just fallen more in love with her after that amazing gesture.
And now, they were standing in each other's arms, swaying a little to music only they could hear. "I'm so proud of you, Beca," the redhead whispered. "No matter what happens tonight, you absolutely amaze me with your talent and dedication to your craft."
Just then, they both jumped a little as Beca's phone sounded from inside her purse. "Sorry," the brunette giggled as she fished for it. Then she froze as a name she'd been waiting for was displayed on the screen. "It's Rachel." She swallowed hard as she answered the phone and put their realtor on speaker. "Rach… hey! Chloe's with me. How are you?"
"I'm doing VERY well," Rachel replied. "And how are my two newest HOME OWNERS doing?!"
"Oh my God… is it… are we…?" Beca could barely speak.
"You guys got the house! The letter Chloe wrote about what she wanted to do with the practice totally convinced Tom and Betty to sell to you! Plus, the cash offer helped a lot. When do you want to sign? Next week soon enough for you?"
"Yes!" Chloe and Beca exclaimed together. "Just let us know when the lawyer is free, and we'll be there!"
"Okey dokey. Congrats and toodles my darlings!" Rachel hung up then and Beca grabbed Chloe to pull her into another hug.
"I almost can't believe it," the redhead said. "This is so epic, Becs!"
"God, I can't wait to tell everyone!" the musician replied. "Wow." She looked at her watch then. "We should go. Everyone's waiting for us in the limo."
"Indeed!" Chloe replied as hand-in-hand again, they made their way downstairs and to the waiting car.
Xx
Chloe was so excited about the house, she could hardly contain herself, but she had a job to do tonight and that was to be Beca Mitchell's date to the Academy Awards. She grinned at her fiancée as the limo pulled up outside the Dolby Theater and the door was opened by an usher. "Good evening, Ma'am." He held out his head to help Beca, Chloe, Patty and then Sheila out of the car, then nodded in a manly fashion to John as he climbed out. Another staffer was waiting and Beca smiled happily. Her family looked so wonderful and seemed just as happy as she was. As the staffer led Beca's guests to their seats through an open doorway teaming with security, the musician and her fiancée headed toward the red carpet, holding hands as they climbed the steps and then smiling happily as cameras flashed all around them.
"Ms. Mitchell! Over here!" a photographer yelled and Beca smiled as Chloe stood slightly behind her, holding her by the waist. A barrage of flashes went off, blinding them both for a moment. They continued slowly along the red carpet then, making their way toward the theater entrance. Then they were stopped by a beautifully dressed woman holding a microphone.
"Beca, Maureen Sebastian, LAWorld. Congratulations on your nomination for Best Original Song," the woman said with a large smile. There was a TV camera filming, so Chloe set her best beaming smile in place.
"Thanks, Maureen," Beca replied a little shyly. "It's an honor to be considered by the Academy."
"And who is your date for tonight?" the woman asked.
"This is my fiancée, Doctor Chloe Beale," the brunette replied, proudly drawing Chloe a little closer.
"Awwww, congratulations to you both," the reporter said. "And when is the big day, Doctor Beale?"
"The date of the big day is yet to be decided," Chloe replied gently. "But as soon as possible, in my opinion." She grinned wider as Beca brought their hands to her lips.
The next reporters in the line were already getting impatient and Beca chuckled softly. "Thanks, Maureen, Have a good evening."
"You too, Beca," the woman replied, then moved on to the next celebrity while the musician moved on to the next reporter who just wanted to know the details about her dress.
Thirty minutes later, they were finding their seats and sipping from glasses of champagne. "Oh my god, if I keep drinking like this, I'll be too drunk to walk up those steps," Beca laughed. "Or you know what? I'm not going to win so maybe I should just keep drinking."
"Um… Becs?" The musician turned and her eyes widened when she realized that Sheila had cornered Meryl Streep.
"Oh fuck." Beca hurried over to the women, smiling brightly as she joined them. Luckily, the veteran actress didn't seem too bothered by the situation. "Meryl, so GREAT to see you again," the musician said.
"Beca," Meryl smiled. "I was just hearing how proud of you your family is." She winked at Sheila. "I'm as proud of her as you are. She deserves this nomination from the Academy. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to powder my nose before the show begins."
"Of course," Sheila replied, hands shaking as she watched the older woman wander away. "Oh my God, I can't believe she spoke to me."
Beca shrugged. "Meryl's cool." She felt Chloe's hand slip into hers again and squeezed it gently. "How about we find our seats, ok?" The brunette rounded up the rest of her family and they made their way to their seats. Patty started to slightly freak out because she was seated next to Brad Pitt who smiled disarmingly at her and introduced himself. They chatted on and off until the lights went down, and the music started up for the opening act. Beca felt Chloe's arm come around her shoulders and leaned comfortably against her. It was a little chilly in the theater and she appreciated her fiancée's warmth. She closed her eyes and just savored the moment, her heart bursting with joy.
They had gotten the house. It was time to start their new life together.
Xx
It had been a few hours, between breaks for TV commercials, special performances and other categories, before the award for Best Original Song was finally announced. Beca straightened in her seat, lacing her fingers with Chloe's as Emma Stone and Ryan Gosling crossed the stage and stood in front of the podium, setting the Oscar statue down in front of them.
"Movies can often be identified by a special song that becomes their signature," Emma began. "A song that brings a certain scene or emotion back to us, even years after we've heard it."
Ryan took over. "Tonight, we're here to celebrate those songs and their creators. Unfortunately, there can only be one winner so, in the category of Best Original Song, here are this year's nominees."
Emma took over again, reading from the auto-prompter. "From the movie, The Last Flight, the song, Going Down, music and lyrics by John Traynor. From the movie, Hell Hath Frozen Over, the song, Devil's Interlude, music by Fat Amy and lyrics by Emily Junk. From the movie, Lost on Paradise Island, the song Kids Love Kids, music and lyrics by Beca Mitchell and, from the movie The Right Way to Go, the song Meeting Place, music by Jerica Monroe and lyrics by George Whelan."
Beca's hands were suddenly shaking, and Chloe squeezed gently in silent support as they both waited with bated breaths. Beca's heart was pounding. She was sweating. She knew there was no way she was going to win, and she was ready to plaster her largest and best supportive smile on her face. Then suddenly people were standing and applauding, and Chloe was pulling her to her feet to hug her hard.
Wait. What? Did I miss it?
"Chlo… what…?" Beca's eyes were darting around as hands were suddenly clapping her on her back. She was confused, off balance…
"Baby," Chloe's hands were on her face then, looking into her eyes. "Baby, you have to go up there."
"I… I won?" the musician asked slowly.
"Beca, you won. Go get your Oscar," the redhead beamed.
Beca took a deep breath and turned toward the stage, lifting the hem of her dress as she carefully walked toward the steps. Then she smiled as George Clooney stepped forward and offered a hand to help her up the steps.
"Thank you," she smiled as they reached the top. George let her hand go to retake his seat and she continued across the stage to trade a cheek kiss for an Oscar statue with Emma Stone. Ryan Gosling squeezed her shoulder and then backed away as the brunette set her statue on the podium and looked out over the crowd of smiling faces. "Wow," was the first word out of her mouth. "I know I'm supposed to have a speech ready but, honestly, I really didn't think I was going to win this. In fact, I completely missed my name being called and had to be shoved up here." A round of laughter circled the theater and Beca found herself relaxing a little. "So, let me just say a few thank yous. Firstly, to Disney-Pixar for giving me the opportunity to work on Lost on Paradise Island and to the Academy for recognizing me. Secondly, my agent Benjamin Applebaum for getting me the job in the first place. Thirdly to my family, whose support and love helped me to get to this stage in my life and career, and last, but most definitely not least, to my beautiful fiancée, Chloe. I most certainly would not be standing here tonight if it wasn't for her. She is my muse and the love of my life. Thanks, and goodnight!"
Beca lifted the statue one more time in victory and then grinned at her family as she was guided off the stage and into the wings by an usher. In her seat in the front row, Chloe gratefully accepted a Kleenex from Patty as they cried together. A few seats down, John was wiping his eyes too.
Xx
Chloe smiled from the bedroom door as she watched her lover sleeping soundly. It had been a late night with the Oscars afterparty running on until four. Beca had been a little drunk and the walk from the limo to their bedroom had been more like an organized stagger. John and Sheila had gone to their hotel, while Patty had fallen asleep immediately in the guest bedroom after having polished off easily three bottles of wine that night. She'd also gotten some guy's phone number.
Beca stirred and mumbled something in her sleep, so Chloe went to the side of the bed and knelt down, stroking her lover's hair gently back from her face. "Beca?" she said softly.
"Beca's not here right now," the musician grumbled, a frown creasing between her brows.
"I know, Baby, but you should drink some water and take this Advil, ok? Then you can go back to sleep."
With a grumble, Beca did as she was asked, then pulled Chloe onto the bed with her to snuggle. "You shouldn't be awake either," she mumbled. "Need you here."
"I'm sorry, Babe, but I have to go to work. I have a couple of surgeries scheduled for today."
Dark blue eyes blinked open, and the brunette looked at the time. "Chloe, you only got four hours of sleep."
"I'll be ok," the redhead chuckled. "I had some coffee. Besides, it's not the first time I've worked on limited sleep. I do it all the time when I'm on call."
"Alright," Beca replied. "But be careful, Love, ok?"
"I will, I promise," Chloe replied gently. "I love you and I'll see you later. I'll be home in a few hours."
"Love you," the musician mumbled.
The vet smiled lovingly as her fiancée fell right back to sleep. She made her way out into the kitchen and made herself more coffee before filling her travel mug and slipping her zipped top on over her scrubs. Then she set off for the walk to Perfect Paws.
Time to get back to real life, she told herself. But she allowed herself some time on the walk to think of the night before and the pride she'd felt when Beca's name had been called to receive one of the most prestigious awards in her field.
She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she was taken totally by surprise when a solid body shoulder checked her, almost knocking her over. She caught her balance and righted herself, then turned just in time to see a figure in jeans, a dark jacket and a beanie stride away. For some reason the person's gait and size seemed familiar but, after a moment, she just shrugged and continued on her walk.
Xx
With a wicked grin, Myers jangled the keys he'd lifted from the Beale bitch's pocket and continued on down the street toward the address at which he knew she lived with Beca Mitchell. He'd been staking the place out for a day or so and it had been quiet during the day until the entire family had headed out in a fancy looking limo the night before.
He curled his stubbled lips and then spat on the ground as he got back into his stolen car and pulled his beanie down over his eyes. He'd get a few hours' sleep, then wait until Mitchell and Beale were both home to make his move. He knew what he wanted to do, and he relished the thought of it.
Mitchell would pay… even if it was the last thing he ever did.
