Prompt: "Why won't you let me braid your hair?"
A/N: Another one that grew wings and flew. Sorry! I just love writing soft and snuggly and touchy Bechloe.
It was so hard (and awesome) having Chloe's hands in her hair. Slender, gentle, efficient fingers that were twisting and entwining and tugging lightly on her dark locks made Beca's entire body hum with arousal and she just couldn't handle it anymore; not without stopping herself from moaning with pleasure.
"You know, Chlo, I-I-I think I'll j-j-ust keep it down today," she stuttered softly as she eased to her feet and turned to look at her best friend.
"But I'm halfway done," the older woman replied, looking up at her with a frown. "Am I hurting you?"
"No..." Beca said slowly, shaking her head.
"Then why won't you let me braid your hair?" The brunette shifted awkwardly from foot to foot and crossed her arms defensively, looking down at Chloe's shoes. "Becs?"
"Because it feels too good," Beca mumbled.
Pale blue eyes blinked for a moment and then sudden understanding crossed the redhead's face. "Oh," she said softly. "You... um... someone playing with your hair turns you on?" Beca just nodded, blushing a little. "And I guess it's a little weird that it's me that's..."
Beca nodded again, unable to meet her friend's eyes. "Sorry, Chloe," she said quietly. "I didn't mean to cross any lines."
"I'm not sorry," Chloe replied, just as softly and the brunette's eyes immediately lifted. The redhead smiled, then it faded into an expression more serious and she caught her lower lip between her teeth, looking into the younger woman's dark blue eyes. "I kinda like that I could make you feel... good." She eased to her feet and reached out to smooth back a few wisps of dark hair that had escaped the unfinished braid. "I mean..." she went on. "I wouldn't mind playing with your hair... if you could maybe do something for me too?"
Beca blinked. "What would you want me to do?" she asked carefully.
"Maybe we could take turns..." Chloe mused. "You could lie with your head in my lap so I can play with your hair and then I could lie with my head in your lap so you could um..." Beca waited with bated breath. "I really love having my stomach touched. My abs... you know?"
The brunette swallowed. Hard. "Um... you just want a belly rub?" she teased gently.
Chloe laughed. "I guess... essentially yes... except that I like it soft and gentle… and I'm a lot less furry than most other creatures that want that."
Beca nodded. "I think I could do that for you." She looked down again. "So... when would you want to try it?" The redhead looked at Beca's bed, then back to her with raised eyebrows. "Oh... you mean... like... now?"
Chloe grinned. "No time like the present."
Beca nodded again, suddenly feeling very nervous. "Ok... so who goes first?"
The older woman took charge and hopped onto the bed to settle, sitting up with her back against the headboard and supported by Beca's favorite pillow. "We can start with taking that braid out," she said, then patted her thighs.
"Ok."
The brunette went to the bed and crawled on her knees until she was close enough to lie down on her side, facing Chloe with her head in her lap. She looked up at the older woman and smiled as fingers immediately drifted into her hair, gently undoing the braid and spreading the dark locks out. "So," Chloe said, somewhat huskily. "How much pressure do you like?"
"I'm pretty sure I'm going to like anything you do," Beca replied. "But I do like having my scalp softly scratched."
"Mmmm..." the redhead nodded. "I kinda like that too... for when it's your turn."
From where Beca was lying, her face was directly facing Chloe's stomach and she had an idea. She brought her hand up next to her face and then slowly slipped it under the older woman's t-shirt to scratch softly against her abs. "Like that?" she asked.
Chloe shivered a little and smiled. "Yeah," she nodded, voice a bare whisper. Her fingers had stopped as she felt the gentle touch, but she went back to Beca's hair, running her fingers through it and then massaging and scratching her scalp gently and carefully.
The brunette sighed softly and moved her own fingers, enjoying the sensation of the soft ridges and ripples of defined muscles under her fingertips. She'd assumed her best friend's skin would be soft... she'd thought about it a lot since that day Chloe had burst into her shower and shown her... everything… but this was different... totally different than touching a guy. Beca couldn't help but explore a little more, so she circled Chloe's adorable outie belly button and then slowly strummed her thumb across it a few times. "Is this ok?" she asked suddenly.
"Yeah," Chloe nodded, eyes closed. Then she licked her lips and Beca was suddenly shivering as gentle fingertips grazed the shell of her ear down to her lobe and then back into her hair. Then the redhead was shifting just a little to flatten herself more. Beca realized she had more space to work with now and she smiled, going back to the redhead's abs to caress gently. Her arm was getting tired from having to keep it elevated but she didn't want to stop touching Chloe, so she pushed the ache aside.
They lay like that for countless minutes, and after a while, Beca realized that Chloe's breathing had picked up. "Chlo? Are you... um... turned on?
"Yeah, sorry," the redhead whispered. "You just feel so good." Her fingertips had wandered down Beca's neck and were now barely caressing her collarbone under her shirt. "You're really beautiful, Becs."
The brunette's breathing stuttered but the ache in her arm finally instructed her to move. "Chlo... could we... my arm is cramping and..."
"Sure," Chloe replied with a smile, easily speaking Beca as usual. "Sit up a sec."
The brunette sat up and the older woman wriggled down the bed to lie on her side. Then she patted her chest. "C'mere."
Beca chuckled as she moved too and lay on her side, facing her friend. Then to her utter shock, Chloe lifted her t-shirt off over her head, revealing a sky blue, lace bra and a LOT of tanned skin.
"Wow." The brunette swallowed, eyes on Chloe's assets. Then she grinned at her friend. "I'd forgotten how gorgeous all that is." And without thinking, she reached out her hand and touched Chloe again, running her fingertips from just below her breasts down to the waistband of her sweatpants.
Chloe couldn't stop herself as she gasped, then moaned softly, but then she caught Beca's hand and held it. "Sorry," she said, her breathing a little off. "I... I should put my shirt back on. I wasn't thinking."
But Beca shook her head. "Don't..." she said softly.
Their eyes met and held. Chloe let her hand go, only to reach out to cup her cheek and caress it. Beca's hand drifted to the redhead's hip to tug gently, encouraging Chloe to move closer.
"What are we doing?" the older woman asked, eyes half-lidded.
"I don't know," Beca admitted. "But I'm feeling..." she swallowed and tried to gather her thoughts as Chloe bit her bottom lip again. "A pull to you and I... I don't know what it means."
Chloe's fingers were in her hair then and she shimmied closer to run their tips across the younger woman's eyebrows. "I feel it too," she whispered. "I have for a while now. But... Becs... are you sure this is ok?"
"It feels good, being close to you like this."
The brunette's hand slowly moved from the redhead's hip to her ribs, hand splayed there for a moment before caressing gently along the spaces between each bone. Chloe gasped again and moved closer, this time pulling Beca's t-shirt collar down and pressing her lips to her collarbone, then again. Then she scraped her teeth lightly against it as Beca's hand laced into her hair to hold her there.
They groaned in unison and shifted even closer to each other. "Mmmm, Becs," Chloe murmured, then her eyes slammed shut and her hips rocked forward as Beca's hand grazed over her breast on its way back to her hip.
"Have you done this before?" Beca asked quietly. "With a woman I mean?"
Chloe's lips wandered to her neck, and she pressed a kiss to her jaw. "Made out a little with one or two girls but it honestly didn't come close to how good this feels," she said, taking a shuddering breath.
"I'm nervous," Beca admitted. "I've never..." But Chloe silenced her with a finger to the lips.
"It's ok, nothing to be nervous about, I promise. Can I kiss you?" she asked, the insistent throbbing between her thighs spurring her onward.
Beca was ready to let Chloe do ANYTHING but then she stopped as her brain overrode her arousal. "I'm not ready to have sex with you, Chloe," she said quickly.
The redhead chuckled. "While I'm really, REALLY glad your mind went there, Becs, you're right. We should go slowly. Maybe try dating first... if that's what you want?"
The brunette nodded. "Does that mean we have to have a first date before we have a first kiss?"
Chloe's eyes widened as her hand drifted down to Beca's ass to squeeze teasingly. "Oh God, I really hope not."
Beca just laughed softly. "Then yes, you can kiss me, Weirdo."
Light blue eyes sparkled. "YAY!"