Prompt: "You can't handle my beauty."

A/N: I got some really bad news today so I needed to write some soft and fluffy Bechloe to make myself feel better.

Chloe Beale was a flirtatious person. With pretty much everyone. It was part of her personality, part of who she was, and it was kinda hard sometimes to figure out whether she liked you or LIKED you.

Beca was stuck in that existential question and had been for a couple of years now.

Did Chloe like her... or did she LIKE her?

They were sitting hip-to-hip and leaning back against the headboard in comfortable silence on Beca's queen sized bed, the redhead pouring over a chapter in her environment sciences book, while the brunette was putting together a set for the Bellas. As engrossed in the music as she was, it took Beca a few moments to realize that Chloe was absently tracing little patterns on her bare thigh with her fingertips.

She looked at her friend who was lost in thought. "Chlo?"

"Mmmm?" Distant blue eyes refocused on her.

"Um..." Beca looked down at her friend's still-moving fingers and Chloe followed her gaze, then pulled her hand back as she suddenly realized what she was doing.

"Sorry," she said sheepishly. "I was daydreaming."

"About feeling me up?" the brunette teased, but her smirk slowly faded as Chloe pulled her eyes away and cleared her throat, biting a little on her bottom lip.

"Maybe," she said softly. "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to... really touch you."

Beca swallowed. "You mean like... as something more than friends?"

Chloe withdrew a little, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. "Have you ever... thought that about me?" she asked nervously.

"Seven minutes of heaven," the brunette murmured, and Chloe blinked in confusion. "When we'd play at parties." Beca chuckled a little. "You were always the one I wanted to get locked in a closet with."

The redhead rolled her eyes. "I always thought that Stacie was rigging the game, so she'd always get locked in there with Aubrey, and therefore we kept missing our chance."

Beca sniggered lightly. "Maybe." She sobered then. "But yeah, I have thought about it. I mean, you're beautiful, Chlo, and I have eyes."

Chloe grinned and made a show of playfully tossing her hair back over her shoulder. "You can't handle my beauty," she joked. But she wasn't prepared for it when Beca nodded seriously.

"I think maybe you're right," she said. "You ARE the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

The redhead sucked in a great lungful of air as her eyes met her friend's. "You... you really mean that?" she murmured. "Be... because... I can never quite tell if you like me or LIKE me."

Beca couldn't help but laugh and it brought a little grin to Chloe's lips too. "We're a pair," she sighed as her laughter died down. "I was wondering the same about you."

"And?" the redhead asked tentatively. "Which is it?"

"Which is it for you?" Beca countered mischievously.

Chloe's hand returned to her thigh to caress a little more intimately this time. "Guess," she whispered, as she slid their noses together, bringing their lips to barely a hair's breadth apart.

Beca smiled. "I think you LIKE me," she said.

"I think you might be right," the redhead replied, breathing picking up a little. "Want to find out?"

The brunette nodded and closed the distance between them, kissing Chloe slowly and loving the intensity that immediately built between them. Then she groaned softly as the redhead did something with her tongue that made Beca ache insistently between her thighs.

As they eased apart, the older woman sighed softly. "That was hot."

Beca took a shuddering breath as she tried to calm down. "Yeah... so hot." She closed her laptop lid and set the device on the floor, also making quick work of clearing the bed of Chloe's books and legal pad. "C'mere," she said then and Chloe moved into her arms to cuddle against her.

"So, I guess we figured it out, huh?" the redhead said softly as she caressed Beca's chest.

"We're very smart," the brunette deadpanned.

"Not smart enough," Chloe laughed. "We could have been doing this for ages."

"Maybe we weren't ready," Beca suggested.

"Why do you say that?" the redhead wondered.

Dark blue eyes squinted. "Because one of us just could have asked."

Light blue eyes widened. "Yeah... we're really not smart at all."

"Nope," Beca replied, then leaned in to kiss her girl again.