So, This is a continuation to previous chapter…

Thanks for the wait and support.

Early in the morning, since she couldn't sleep at all last night, Beca finds herself in the kitchen in a tussle versus the espresso machine. She swears in her mind, why on Earth didn't Jesse and Bree buy a normal coffee machine? She even tried to YouTube the ways of brewing espresso.

"Fuck my life." She whispers softly, placing her hands on the counter, her head hanging.

"Good morning, Rebecca." Kathleen greets, making Beca stand erect, and watches how Mrs. Beale enters the kitchen, looking elegant and radiant as always.

"Morning, Kathleen." Beca smiles as they share a hug.

"Did you sleep well?" The woman holds her cheek gently, looking into her tired eyes.

"Not really." She smiles sheepishly. "Time zone change got me."

"Hmm," Blue eyes look past her, and Beca sure wants the ground to swallow her. She is almost in her 30's and doesn't know how to properly use a coffee machine.

"Need help?" The older woman gives her a reassuring smile.

Beca looks over her shoulder, stepping to the side. "Pretty please?"

Kathleen helps herself around the coffee machine, teaching Beca the basics about it and the details of brewing a good espresso shot, though she won't remember half of it. And as expected, Kathleen's coffee is delicious; who is Beca kidding? Everything she makes is good.

"Granny!" Amelia squeals and comes rushing towards her grandmother.

"Hello, munchkin!" Kathleen hugs her dearly. "Oh, you look so pretty today!" She says inspecting Amelia's French braids.

"Thank you!" The kid smiles wide, and the resemblance with her mother's is ridiculous. "Mommy did my hair."

"You look beautiful." Beca supports Kathleen's compliment, as her eyes catch a glimpse of Chloe entering the kitchen. She's glowing in her hair into an updo and a navy blue summer dress (a color that has always suited her). Beca's certain she has heart eyes right now, just like she did about 11 years ago at the Swanson Beale's kitchen when she arrived for Spring Break. Most importantly, this time, Beca is able to swallow the coffee before it spills from her mouth. Progress.

"Good morning." Chloe greets her mother with a kiss on the cheek.

"Good morning, darling. Sleep well?" Kathleen asks politely as Amelia sits on her lap.

"Sorta'." The redhead admits. "Morning, Beca."

"G'morning." The brunette swallows the lump in her throat, giving her a small smile she isn't able to contain. But Chloe doesn't smile back, and Beca just tries to ignore the awkwardness.

As the Beales fall into conversation, Beca gets lost in thought. She feels guilty with the whole message incident thing from last night, though she shouldn't. That is what really kept her up at night, rolling on the small sofa she tried to sleep on. Beca doesn't understand why she is this preoccupied. She really doesn't know what is going on, apart from the fact that she's having trouble with her feelings. She can't stop thinking about the amazing time they had last night. She felt so comfortable just sharing random information with the redhead. It felt so easy and natural, though she panicked when she thought she was not going to be able to sustain the conversation. Yet, they managed.

Having feelings is normal. It's understandable. Chloe Beale was her first love. And although both of them moved on, there's something bothering her. Like she has been reeled into the past. Or maybe that's what she wants to believe.

"Becaw!" Jesse stands in front of her on the kitchen's island, startling her.

"Geez!" She hisses.

"Morning, beautiful." He pops a green grape into his mouth. "Were you daydreaming about me?" He asks casually, wiggling his eyebrows.

She huffs. "Certainly."

"Rough morning, eh?" He sips from his coffee.

"More of a rough night." She glances past him, spotting Aubrey, Kathleen and Chloe by the stove prepping breakfast, then looks at Ames who is sitting beside her doodling on her notebook.

"Wanna talk about it?" Jesse sits on a stool before them, pulling the fruit bowl closer to them.

She hesitates before nodding. "I kind of effed it up last night. Big time."

Her best friend frowns in confusion. "Why?"

She bites her lip. "We were having a moment..."

"And?" He raises an eyebrow at her, eating a strawberry.

"A texted and C saw it." She rests her elbows over the counter and rubs her temples.

"Ouch." He inspects his bitten strawberry.

"Thanks for the support." Beca rolls her eyes.

Jesse sighs. "Look, you are grown-ups. Conversate. Talk." He eats a piece of cantaloupe. "Tell her."

Beca nods, admitting Jesse is right. She will be spending two more days in NY, so she better make the most of it before returning to LA.

"Tell her. Yeah. Sure thing." Beca murmurs.

"Cool. Great talk. Now," He stands up. "Go shower, we have things to do."

"We?" Beca looks at him lost. "What things?"

"You'll see." He gives her a wink. "Go!" He hurries.

Aubrey and Chloe decide to go shopping and get some sexy dresses for tonight's Big Aca-engagement Party. Party that Amy schemed. Both of them have spent hours walking around the Big Apple, going in and out crazily, expensive Boutiques, trying to find the perfect attire for tonight. It has been exhausting, Chloe wanted to bail a couple of times, but under Aubrey's insistence, she finds herself in another store.

"Bree?" Chloe calls from her fitting room, looking at her reflection, inspecting her every angle.

Aubrey glances from the magazine she's been absentmindedly skimming through while she remains put in the waiting area. "Yeah?"

Chloe comes out, and gives her back to Bree, holding the dress by the chest for it not to fall off. "Can you zip me?" And she does.

"Wow." Aubrey stares at the mirror's reflection, admiring the mid-leg length, strapless pewter dress her maid of honor is wearing. "You look hot."

Bright blue eyes meet green-yellow through the reflection. "You think?" Chloe asks insecurely, fixing her dress.

"Oh my God, are you seriously self-conscious right now?" Aubrey asks indignantly. "You're gonna rock Beca's world tonight, you know? Get Alana out of the game."

Chloe sighs. "I don't know, Bree."

"Didn't you see her this morning? She was basically gawking." Aubrey says. "That navy blue dress troubles her." She states.

"You don't know that." Chloe murmurs.

"Well, I do." Aubrey says softly. "I can recognize those heart-eyes anywhere." She nods, confident, and immediately softens when Chloe gives her saddened smile. "Look, I don't know what funny business she has with this Alana, but I know it's not serious."

"You interrogated her or something?" Chloe exhales with a questioning look, trying to compose herself.

"I don't need to." Aubrey says sweetly. "As for us, we know you guys are endgame."

The redhead scoffs. "Endgame? Right." Chloe rolls her eyes. "Could you-"

Aubrey undoes the dress' zipper. "Her toner? For you? It's tangible."

"I don't- Can we drop it?" She asks quietly, feeling a bit slum, and heads into the fitting room.

"Okay." Aubrey exhales, knowing her attempt of making Chloe feel better has failed.

"Whatever flows flows, what crashes crashes." Beca mutters to herself, totally freaking out. She lets her shoulders down for a moment, inhaling the fresh air and exhaling profusely. She despises herself for isolating from the engagement party Amy's intentionally hosting. The blonde excuse for such? She inherited 180 Million dollars and Fat Amy's Winehouse is a total-money-making business.

The thought makes Beca laugh. She believes Fat Amy is crazy, but she also knows her aca-sister is a softie. Amy is always down for a party, and Bree's happiness was enough of an excuse to throw one. She even flew the Bellas in her private jet, so they could all be together again, to celebrate Aubrey and Jesse's engagement.

"Hey, DJ." Someone calls from behind, and Beca smiles at Stacie's appearance.

"Stace." Beca turns to her manager who also happens to be a friend and a aca-sister.

"I thought you were doing pot without me." She says nonchalantly, drinking champagne.

The remark makes Beca chuckle. "No, I've outgrown pot..."

The tall brunette laughs mockingly. "Right."

Beca looks at her friend. "Escaping the hustle?"

"No. Hustling is my thing." Stacie shrugs. "Just that, I thought you needed company. You alright?"

The short brunette presses her lips, concerned. "Is it that obvious?"

"Well, yeah." She states as a matter of fact. "Even a goldfish can sense your existential dread."

"Not cool." Beca scoffs.

"Spill." Stacie nudges her arm, she knows Beca.

Beca sighs profusely, doubting whether to tell Stacie about Chloe, the resurrection of her feelings and Alana's incident. It's premature really. Even stupid, perhaps. Beca hasn't seen Beale in years, and now after spending less than 24 hours together, Beca feels she's 17 again.

"Figures… I never stopped having feelings for Chloe."

Stacie stares at her dumbfounded, making her feel like an idiot. "Why is that news to you, Mitchell?"

Beca's mouth hangs open. "W-what do you mean?"

Stacie puts the glass on the flattened rail, and places both of her hands on Beca's shoulder.

"I know you're gifted -musically speaking-"

"Should I feel offended by this?" Beca murmurs awkwardly.

"Shh!" Stacie cuts her off. "I think everyone, but you, knows you have an unretractable toner for Beale. Since forever." The tall brunette raises an eyebrow.

"Okay, that's gross-"

"You guys fooling around the Bellas' House wasn't exactly discreet." Stacie pauses. "Chloe was very open and very loud…"

"Um." Beca stares at her aghast.

"Beca? You are a smart, successful woman and one of the bestest friends I've ever had. But, you're also a coward."

"Thanks." Beca spats.

"And a total idiot for pushing everyone away." Stace nods, and flicks Beca's boob.

"Ow!" Beca covers her victimized body part with her hand.

"Get your head out of your butt and talk. To. Her." Stacie pokes her by the shoulder as she utters each syllable. She turns to pick up her glass. "Okay? What's the worst that could happen?"

"Pft, geez, I don't know... Rejection?!" Beca's about to lose her cool.

Stacie stares at her and cackles. "You're so dense." She pats her cheek fondly, and walks away. "Go get her, Mitchell!"

"Imma fire you, I swear to God…"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, DJ!" She waves her hand, walking seductively right back inside the party.

Beca groans, turning around to watch the amazing view the city has to offer. She rests her forearms on the railing, thinking about her life in LA. She's achieved what she wanted, her dreams are a reality, and yet she's far away from everything she loves. Her family, the Bellas, Jesse, the Swanson-Beales and well, Chloe.

"Beca?"

The randomness of her appearance startles her. The brunette glances to the side to find Chloe standing beside her. She looks around, surveying the rooftop, questioning whether Chloe is real or she's just hallucinating. She blinks before focusing on the redhead and the amazing pewter dress she's wearing.

"Hi..." She replies breathlessly.

"Why are you up here," Chloe glances around. "All by yourself?"

Beca shrugs, trying to be casual. She opts to look over her shoulder. "Enjoying the view. The times I've been in New York, I haven't had the time for any sightseeing or being able to enjoy a slice of Joe's Pizza."

Chloe purses her lips, and chooses not to patronize Beca which prompts her to continue.

"I've been to a lot of places, but had never actually enjoyed them." Beca says remorseful. "It sucks."

"Um," Chloe crosses her arms over her chest, feeling the chilly breeze that just caressed them. "Yeah…"

Beca notices Chloe's cold, by the trail of goosebumps in her arms and removes her blazer in a brisk, offering it. "Here."

"No, I'm okay." Chloe chuckles at her futile intent of denying Beca a chivalrous moment.

"Take it." Beca insists. "I'll be fine. I'm basically a human torch." She lies and probably will freeze to death.

The redhead stares at Beca, solemn or maybe some sort of ravished. And since she isn't able to move, the short brunette throws the blazer around her shoulders, wrapping Chloe in it until she's satisfied with her action. Her sight spots bright blue eyes staring right back into her, making her breathing fluctuate.

Is she going to be able to tell Chloe all about her feelings and clarify who Alana is? She should. She wants to put everything on the table, and make things clear. What's the worst that could happen, right? Rejection.

"Alana is not my girlfriend." It definitely felt like she vomited her thoughts.

Chloe looks stunned. Beca didn't even give a brief introduction. She went straight to the point. It takes her a few seconds to recover, blinking, swallowing and dragging a short inhale.

"Beca," the redhead shakes her head, wrapping the blazer tightly around herself. "That's your life and you don't hav-"

"No." Beca looks at their feet then glances up again. "Look, Chloe, I know we haven't seen each other in years, and we both have grown apart, taken different paths, you have a child and a marriage, and we basically couldn't be more opposite-"

"I'm divorced." Chloe interrupts her.

"What?" The brunette mumbles as Chloe disrupts her train of thoughts.

"I'm not married. I'm divorced." Chloe corrects her.

"Um, yeah, divorced." She scratches the back of her head, exhaling. "Thing is… I have feelings for you. Still."

Beca has been holding on to her feelings since, well, always. She never stopped loving Chloe Beale. They went their separate ways to follow their dreams, to make a life. When Chloe got married, and started a family, Beca was heartbroken and frustrated. That event took her years to heal, to get over it and once again, try to overcome the facts. Beca couldn't kid herself; she never got over Beale. She was the one for her. Still is. And to win a second chance with her would be an absolute luxury, one she can't afford to lose again. Beca will do everything in her power to give it a try, and explore the tiniest possibility of being part of Chloe's life again.

Desperation starts to kick in when Chloe takes forever to utter a syllable. Any sound from her would be appreciated, but Chloe Beale just stands there, speechless, still processing the words.

"You do?" Chloe's voice croaks, feeling her throat tighten.

Beca's sweating right now, and Chloe deeply believes she was telling the truth about being a human torch. "Mhm."

"I have a kid."

Beca scoffs. "Are you trying to scare me off?"

"You live in LA and I have a clinic in New Jersey." Chloe is so darn nervous, she's basically spitting the reasons why Beca shouldn't even try to win her heart over, although she already owns it.

"We can make it work, I have a great manager and-" Beca offers effortlessly.

"I hurt you." Chloe breathes heavily, rubbing her forehead, guilt building within her, tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. "More than once, Beca."

"I know." Beca reaches for her hand, and Chloe is reluctant to meet steel blue eyes. "I forgave you."

Last time they happened to be in a position like this, Chloe declared herself to Beca, which followed a searing kiss and hot, steamy sex.

"We can talk about this another time…" The brunette pauses. "Maybe clear things out and say what needs to be said? Or not?" Beca sighs and looks into bright blue eyes. "Um, tonight is about Aubrey and Jesse, our best friends. And though I'm eager to deal with our situation." She breathes slowly. "I want them to enjoy their night without any drama. We kinda owe it to them…"

Chloe looks up, studying steel blue eyes. "Okay." She says with a nod. "You're right." She says breathy.

Beca feels she managed to get weight off her shoulders with her confession. She put herself out there. Well, not like she previously planned, yet she faced the facts: Chloe still makes her feel things. Though, the redhead didn't say anything back, except state reasons on how not to pursue a relationship with her. Not like she was expecting something in return anyway…

Yet, the outcome makes Beca feel good. More confident. More at peace with herself for some strange reason. And maybe, just maybe, she'd like to weigh her options. But that must wait.

Once back inside, Chloe and Beca are greeted by The Bellas, who are hollering and dancing to the beat of the current song.

Meanwhile, Amy's having a blast, acing the ride on a mechanical bull, until it throws her off. The people surrounding it start cheering as she brings her hands up, holding a bottle of what Beca assumes is champagne.

"I hold the record, pitches! Yeah!" She pulls from the bottle and keeps celebrating between bodies of what appeared to be professional football players.

"Someone's having a blast." Aubrey rolls her eyes, sipping from her Rosé.

Chloe laughs, flailing her hand. "You wanna try the bull out?"

"No, thank you." The blonde scoffs.

"I mean, ridin' actually looks kind of fun." Stacie lets her innuendo float, bobbing her head to the rhythm of the music. "I'll be right back." Stacie leaves her glass on the cocktail table, and makes her way to the mechanical bull.

The move comes to Amy's attention, Stacie is about to ride the bull. "Go, Legs! Ride with pride!"

Chloe laughs, sipping from her glass, as her eyes scan for Beca. She spots her by the bar with her brother and sighs.

"So?" Aubrey bumps her shoulder with hers, adjusting the ridiculous bridal Minnie Mouse diadem with a white veil Amy got her at Magic Kingdom. "How did it go with Mitchell?"

Chloe swirls the contents of her glass, caught up in recent memories. "She has feelings for me, Bree…"

Aubrey stares at her confused. "I'm really not understanding the information provided and your demeanor…" The blonde waves her index finger over Chloe's face. "What happened?"

She exhales, exasperated, pushing her hair to the side. "She was so chill about it, and I freaked out? And got cold feet. And didn't contribute at all or say anything back?" She rolls her eyes, mortified. "I tried to push her away. That I effin' did."

Aubrey just stares at her, a hand on her hip. "Unbelievable."

The redhead gulps down the remains of her drink, which burns her throat. "I'm so stupid."

"You know what?" Aubrey slams her hand on the cocktail table. "We need shots. And you need to loosen up and embrace the fact that Beca Effin' Mitchell digs your ass." Chloe stares at a determined Aubrey. "Waiter!" She waves her hand at the tall blonde man. "Oh, Walter! Hi!" She beams at him. "Can you bring us a bottle of tequila and shot glasses?" Her voice is sweet and mellow.

"Sure thing, Miss Posen." He replies with a smile. "Coming right up."

Beca and Jesse are by the bar, when she hears Amy fueling Stacie's antics: body shots. Both of them are questioning how things have gotten out of hand.

"When did this escalate so quickly?" Beca stares at the Bellas.

Jesse laughs. "Pft, I don't know."

"Short-stack!" Amy hollers over the music and the crowd, making her way through a sea of people. "Big BM!"

"Amy." Beca smiles at her, recognizing her drunk state.

Jesse stares at their interaction with a smirk on his face.

"Red has requested your a-ca-presence." She slurs, nodding furiously. "Something about doing you and dancing." She exaggerates her wink.

Beca almost chokes on her drink, as she stares wide eyed at the Australian. "What?"

She feels Jesse prompting her, shoving her by the lower back. "Yeah! Go! Dance."

"I'm not doing any dancing." Beca turns to him, glaring, and slaps his hands. "Tell her I'm not-" When she turns around, Amy is already gone, and spots her dancing surrounded by random people.

"She's probably fucking with you." Jesse keeps laughing at Amy's shenanigans, and sips from his drink.

Beca frowns at him. "She's drunk, so…"

Aubrey appears out of the blue, snaking her arms around Jesse's shoulders to french kiss him. He reacts by holding her around the waist, reciprocating her action. Beca snorts, raising her eyebrows in surprise, taking the hint that she should scatter.

She downs the rest of her drink, turning in place to leave the two love birds on their own, but for some reason, she bumps into Chloe Beale, who is smiling down at her.

Her elevator eyes take all of Chloe in, how her dress wraps so well around the right places, the toned legs, her flawless, glittery skin and red curls grazing her shoulders. Bright blue eyes are observing her in delight. The redhead places her hand over Beca's shoulder, shortening their distance, her mouth by her ear.

"See something you like?" She asks smugly, and Beca knows she's smirking.

Beca tries to swallow, feeling the fire burning within because she likes everything of what stands before her. She knows the redhead is trying to get her flustered, which she already achieved. Beale remembers exactly which strings to pull to make her feel like that, it's a skill Chloe has mastered throughout the years, bringing it to perfection.

Beca has no choice but to turn her head to meet Chloe and face the facts. Of course she's devouring Chloe with her eyes, and is not being taken for granted. Now she only has one job: play it cool.

"Um, yes." An honest reply.

"Hmm." Chloe sighs in content. "Do you wanna dance?"

Beca can smell the tequila in Chlo's breath; she isn't drunk or tipsy, but is dangerously getting there.

"You know I hate dancing."

"It's just one dance." Chloe says gently, playing with the edge of Beca's blazer.

"That will turn into another and then another." Beca raises her eyebrow. "There's no win for me."

"Yes, there is." Chloe says coquettish.

"Yeah? What will I get out of it?"

Beale presses her lips, biting it down to prevent herself from smirking. "Me." She gestures at her body with her free hand. "And all this."

"Is this- are you bribing me?"

Chloe smiles at Beca innocently. "Is it working?" Chloe shifts the weight in her heels, and Beca can't avoid her eyes from traveling down and up Beale's body.

"It's affecting my morality to some point, so yes." Beca holds Chloe's sight.

"Well," Chloe steps into Beca's personal bubble, still playing with the brunette's blazer, flirtatious as ever. "I have this fantasy…" Beca feels she can't swallow. Chloe is making her feel giddy, and hot, very hot. "…dancing to one of your songs…" Chloe tugs her close by the blazer jacket. "… or dance one of my lady jams with you." The brunette feels Chloe breath on her lips. "Can't decide which one I'd like most..."

Beca's mouth goes dry at Beale's admittance. The amount of alcohol Chloe drank was enough to disinhibit her, and let her ventilate her thoughts to the World shamelessly. And just like that, one of Chloe's jams starts playing, making the redhead look up and smile at the coincidence.

"Unbelievable." Beca frowns, confused. It's too much of a coincidence, she thinks.

Her hand grabs Beca's, pulling her towards the sea of people that stand on the dancefloor. Beca knows she has no other choice but to give in and follow the lead.

Del Mar, a reggaeton song by Ozuna, Doja Cat and Sia… that's one of her latest jams. She posted a story about it on IG.

When they come to a stop, Chloe starts dancing to the rhythm of its beats, letting go to one of her favorite songs. Beca stands facing her, observing her every move; bright blue eyes catch her staring and not moving. Lucky for Beca, the Bellas join them on the dancefloor. Ashley and Jessica start twirling around each other, CR, Emily and Lily are doing some crazy dance moves, Jesse and Aubrey look like two honeymooners, Stace is just moving her body sinfully. Amy is nowhere to be found.

Someone pushes Beca forward, making her step into Chloe, stopping her momentum by holding the redhead's waist. Once balance is acquired, she immediately takes her hands back.

Chloe, delighted by Beca's sudden approach, snakes her arms around the producer's neck, swaying her hips and singing the lyrics of the song.

"You speak Spanish?" Beca asks, impressed.

Chloe grins at her, denying with her head. "Just the lyrics of the song. I don't even know what they mean…" She shrugs, feeling guilty or ashamed or maybe both.

Beca laughs at the confession, and when she's about to explain it to her, Chloe spins and gives her back to Beca, getting dangerously close to her front. Alright she's more than close, she's grinding her ass on Beca's groin.

"Oh!" Beca looks like deer-in-headlights, as she just stares at the contact. She looks up, to find Jesse encouraging her, giving her a thumbs up. What are we? Fourteen? She thinks, feeling embarrassed by her poor management of the situation.

"Hold her." He mouths but Beca doesn't react. "Grab. Her." Jesse mouths again with determination. Since her body does not respond to commands, he technically has to show her how to rectify her compromising situation by holding his fiancée's hips with firm hands, making Aubrey glance back at him with a devious smile.

Ew. She really wants to erase that particular moment of her mind, because it was gross. She shakes her head, and with tremulous hands she holds Chlo's hips, action that wins her the redhead's devoted moves.

Chloe's confidence it's sexy. It's something Beca really liked about Beale since they met. She also has a thing for Chloe's mad skills in chess, but that's not important right now. Her confidence has always been a turn on for Beca. It's something that says a lot about Chloe's character. It's empowering, to a point Beca sometimes felt intimidated, not in a bad way. Just, she wanted to know how it felt.

During their Barden years, Beca learned a lot, mostly from Chloe and Amy (and her unsolicited butt confidence). Those four years with the Bellas helped her become a great music producer, have sharpened and molded her, making her feel more secure of her abilities, making her dreams a reality.

And now that she's got it all, Beca questions herself if she's capable of handling such. No one told her she would miss important events because of her job. Chloe's wedding (not something she was eager to attend), all of Amelia's birthdays, Holidays with her dad and Swanson-Beales are a few missed dates out of a long list.

The expectancy of her thoughts made Beca feel overwhelmed, giving her a sense of self-doubt at an inappropriate time. Her mind is going wild, over 200 miles per hour, too fast to catch up with her rationale, until a hand rests over hers, grounding her, reassuring. As if she knew…

Chloe leans back to her, their bodies flushed. Her other hand reaches Beca's right cheek, holding her at bay, as she sways from side to side. She can hear Beca's uneven breaths in her ear, and a sense of satisfaction flows through her veins.

Beca loves the way Chloe smells. It's something she hasn't been able to shake off. And every time she gets a whiff, it starts a chain reaction within her. It's fire and ice. It's a tough decision between right or left. For her, it's a constant feeling of being on edge, not like she-might-fall-and-die kind of edge, no. It's more like the kind of edge that thrills and fuels you to do more. To reach for more. And that's the exact same feeling she's experiencing at the moment. Chloe has her on edge. Why shouldn't she share this kind of excitement? You know, pay it forward?

She already tested the waters. Now, she should just push a little, just enough for Chloe to feel her rumble. She opts to sing the words of the song, to lose herself to the music, and sway in sync with Beale.

That certainly does it for her. Chloe feels it. The change, the rush. Beca's mellow voice is able to give her goosebumps; burning and chilling altogether. It transports her to early Barden years. She recalls their makeout sessions at anfitheater behind curtains, their unofficial rendezvous to cafes or ice cream stores, when Beca used to sneak into her room in the middle of the night to have sex, their cheap thrills which included rounds of free shots and steamy dancing. She loved every second of it.

And so, it comes to her mind that with Beca, she can always be herself.

"I love that part." Beca whispers.

This makes Chloe turn her head slightly to the right, just to feel Beca's nose against her cheek.

"Which part?" She says above the music.

"I love the faces you make when you storytell." Beca recites the line. "I just- it's my favorite."

This earns a small smile from the redhead. Chloe turns around, to face Beca, looking into her eyes intently. "Do you want to get out of here?"

Steel blue eyes stare blankly at Chloe, not expecting this offer. She feels lucky, will she get lucky? Should she be thinking about that?

"Yeah." It's a breathless confirmation, coated with unknown promises.

Chloe takes her hand, and before she acknowledges it, they are leaving Jesse and Aubrey's engagement party behind. After pressing the elevator buttons a few times, and it doesn't arrive fast enough for her, Chloe chooses to go down the stairs instead. She didn't want to wait any longer. She spent years waiting for her chance. Now? She wasn't going to waste it.

Beca squeals as Chloe almost runs down the stairs, skipping a few steps in her path, never letting go of Beca's hand. Once at the base of the stairs, an area secluded from everyone, Chloe stands in front of Beca, pushing a strand of hair behind the brunette's ear.

Beca breathes heavily, ashamed, bending forward, with her unoccupied hand on her hip .

"I'm out of breath."

And that does it for Chloe. She surges forward, taking Beca's face in her hands, as they walk back to be imminently stopped by a solid, cold wall.

Beca stares at Chloe skeptical of what's happening, as they just study one another. The air feels thin and thick, and the redhead can't distinguish if it's the tension between them or if it's the basement damp environment or their metabolic demands.

The brunette cannot control herself as she stares at red lips, which in return, curve into a small smile. It is Beca the one who tries to kiss Chloe, who teasingly pulls back enough so their noses graze, making her exhales loudly, evidently frustrated with Beale.

Chloe let her forehead over Beca's, embracing the uneven breaths earned by her actions. That's until it becomes too much for her to handle, when slender fingers pull her by her hips in a swift, and their bodies flush.

The kiss is absolutely promiscuous. It's hurried, and sloppy, and eager. Chloe feels she can't find her ground, not when Beca is holding and kissing her like that. Her hands are now on Beca's chest, snaking her fingers on the blazer's lapel, as the brunette holds her face and hip, and suddenly she feels Beca's hands on her glutes, on her back… she feels her about everywhere.

Beca breaks the kiss, and stays put waiting for Chloe to open her eyes, using the moment to drag enough air before resuming the sesh. Instead of bright blue eyes, Beca notices blown pupils. Darkened eyes.

"Do you wanna-?" Chloe says, breathing heavily, pointing over her shoulder.

"Go back to the party?" Beca asks sarcastically, studying her leisurely. "No." She replies as it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"Um," Chloe hesitates.

"We should take an Uber, head back to Jesse and Aubrey's, and sneak into a room, and fuck." Beca says, determined.

Chloe laughs at Beca's proposal, letting her head loll back for a moment, holding herself on the brunette's shoulders. She brings herself back to find Beca staring at her. "Oh! You're serious?"

"Dead serious." Beca raises an eyebrow, watching Chloe bite her lip, while she weighs the offer.

"What about mom and dad and Amelia?"

The brunette swallows, her hands grab Chloe by her glutes, pulling her close until there's no space between them. This earns a slight gasp from Chloe, that doesn't go unnoticed by the producer.

"Then, you have to be extra quiet." Beca counters in a whisper, her lips grazing Chloe's. The vet presses her lips, her eyes skeptical, confused and bewildered. "I'm kidding." She chuckles against rosy lips.

Chloe sighs, letting her forehead against Becs shoulder. "You're such a tease." Chloe mumbles, lifting her head to meet Beca.

"There are many hotels in NYC..."

Bright blue eyes study midnight blue. "Don't fuck with me, Becs."

Beca gives her a sly smile. "That's what I want." She reaches to kiss Chloe, slow, like she has all the time in the world. Chloe cradles Beca's face by her jaw, holding it with just her fingertips. This just takes the brunette's breath away. The kisses, getting more tempting and expectant, as they give into them. Beca pulls back, holding back with every fiber to whisper, "I want to be with you. And not just tonight."

Chloe stares at Beca's lips, her heart beating rapidly, pounding so loud underneath her ears, she almost misses Beca's offer. Beca shortens the distance between them, but the redhead pushes gently by the chest until her back is against the wall, stalling. Most likely because she needs a pause. She needs to take many things into consideration. To be wary and not reckless. Because Amelia means and is the world to her. Her daughter is a priority but that doesn't change Chloe Beale wants Beca in her life. And it scares the shit out of her, the playing with fire thing? 'Cuz getting burned is inevitable.

Beca is deep in thought and takes a strand of red hair between her fingers, twisting it around the index. Ravished with Chloe's complexity. She feels pretty confident of what she wants. She told Chloe about her feelings. She's willing to wait, although she thinks that was not clearly stated.

"Alright." Chloe breathes.

"Yeah?" Beca nods, with a smile. "You want to?"

"I'd love to."

Chloe moans into Beca's mouth. Their bodies are flushed against the hotel room's door, as Beca blindly swipes the cardkey in front of the card reader.

"This fucking card, I swear..." She strips from Chloe reluctantly, and the door finally unlocks. "There."

She holds the door open for Chloe who walks in and drags Beca along. Before the door closes, they are already kissing, frantically. Like puberty hitting them all over again, but better.

Beca can't seem to make up her mind of where to anchor her hands, she's groping, mindlessly. Nervous.

"Beca," Chloe moans, as she changes the angle to kiss her again.

"Hm?" The brunette stops their kiss, trying to shake off her unsteadiness.

Chloe lets out a shaky exhale, not being able to look at Beca. "I need to feel you… I need to feel your hands on me…"

Something clicks on Beca's brain, the reassurance prompts her to do better. To do something with her hands and it only takes seconds before she puts into action Chlo's suggestion. She walks forward, making Chloe take a few steps back until the wall stops them. Simultaneously, Beca applies open-mouth kisses on the side of Chloe's neck and her hands wander over the exposed skin of her thighs. They remain close, entangled and overwhelmed with desire and want.

The redhead lets her head back, a hand lost in brown hair, her heart running wild, panting as if she just ran a 10K. Apart from chills and goosebumps, the hallmark response to Beca's touch, is pooling of heated liquid between her legs.

Fingertips start to disappear underneath her dress. Automatically, she feels the molten gush, as fingers curl around her underwear, and remain still. Beca changes the angle, applying well-deserved attention to the other side of the neck, nibbling, and then soothing with her tongue the mauled skin. She takes a brief pause, wondering if Chloe is on her same page.

"Are you sure about this?" Beca asks softly, above a whisper, her temple against Chloe's cheek, just waiting.

Beale nods twice. "Yes."

An abrupt tug is enough to pull down the lingerie midthigh level.

"Fuck." Chloe's voice sounds choked, she brings her head forward, grabs Beca's chin and kisses. "Bec- oh my G-!" Her voice breaks as Beca touches her sex.

"Is this okay?" Beca mumbles against her lips, indulging herself. "So wet…"

Chloe clings to Beca, her arm around her shoulders, holding for dear life, and nods. "Y-yes." It feels too good to her, more than she actually deserves. She hasn't had sex in so long; all her senses are hypersensitive to touch, to Beca.

"Good." Beca kisses her, and then she's back in her neck, her hand doing wonders to her clit, invoking a myriad of profanities from her mouth, as a finger lingers hesitant near her entrance.

Chloe looks at Beca, almost begging her with her eyes to not stop. But she does. Mitchell is strong enough to tame her desire. So she's able to withdraw her hand, to take off her blazer, throw it to the side and in a swift, helps Chloe out of her underwear. She stands again in front of Chloe who gives her a fiery kiss, fueled by want.

"Do me," That's it for Beca. All she needed to hear. They stay put, staring at each other for a few breaths. And so, she proceeds to pull the dress up, for access purposes. "Oh, fu-" She doesn't need anymore foreplay, Beca just went to get it. Chloe lifts her leg, locking it over Beca's hip, holding onto whatever her hands could grip. She thrust her hips to meet Beca's hand and her unfailing rhythm, an evolving crescendo. Chloe slips her hand into brown hair, and the other anchors its nails into a shoulder blade.

"Another." Chloe says and gasps as her command is fulfilled briefly. "Beca?" She is moaning uncontrollably. Her head falling back onto the wall.

"Yes, babe?"

Chloe covers her mouth, trying to muffle herself, but she can't, not when Beca is making her body react on instinct. When she feels she might combust or implode if she's not taken care of. She wants to feel and be felt, but it's too shy to be heard.

Beca takes Chloe's hand away from her mouth, places it over their heads, and pins it against the wall.

"Don't." Beca's breath is warm against her neck, and she feels her up, taking advantage of the proximity to enfold herself in Chloe's scent.

"I'm so close..." Chloe drags a short breath.

"I know." Beca whispers against her clavicle, peppering it with open-mouth kisses, and she feels muscles stiffening under her lips and around her fingers.

Chloe secures her arm around Beca's torso as she starts to tremble, searching for some kind of stability. All those elements, products of an act, are harmony to all of Beca's senses.

When Chloe comes, Beca stares at her. The redhead remains with her eyes closed as her orgasm subsides. Her arms clings to Beca, feeling a few aftershocks, her nails automatically dig into skin for anchor. Her quivering body and strained lungs fight, until she slumps.

"My legs might… give out." She presses the back of her hand on the forehead, breathing erratically.

"I've got you." Beca reassures, pulling out from Chloe, who shudders at the absence of fullness. Chloe's jaw falls open when Beca brings her fingers to her mouth. Chloe watches bemused, still trying to catch her breath.

Beca kisses her, slipping her tongue through Chloe's mouth. Hands squeeze Chlo's breasts and then her glutes, exploring and devouring as much as possible. Their kiss breaks, and they stare at each other.

"Are you okay?" Beca asks softly.

Chloe nods and sighs satisfied, not really sure if she can stand on her own. "More than okay."

"Can you walk?" It sounds cocky, and Beca smirks at her audacity.

Chloe snorts loudly, and chuckles. "I don't know?"

"Okay, wanna try it out?" Beca takes Chlo's hand, to guide her towards the bed, and she nails the walk with her jelly legs.

Beca sits on bed, observing the redhead slowly, taking in details she believed were long forgotten.

"Can you undress for me?" Beca asks, her tone raw and low, demanding. Her eyes taking every curve, her disheveled hair, her smeared lipstick, that's almost completely faded.

Chloe smirks at Beca. "You have to help me unzip…" And turns around, pulling her hair over her left shoulder, giving her back to Beca.

She stands, placing herself close enough to run her fingertips on the back of Beale's neck and her shoulders. Chloe muscles tense, the touch provoking goosebumps all over again. She pulls down the zipper, and sits on the edge of the bed, waiting patiently.

"Done." Beca confirms.

Beale turns around, holding the dress on her chest. When she's sure Beca's attention is all hers, she leisurely takes the dress off. Beca stares at her in awe, her eyes wandering her body like it is the greatest trail she ever set foot on. Committed. Marveled. Pleased, very pleased.

The way midnight blue eyes take her in, making her feel powerful, thrilled, desired and wanted. She just steps forward, until she's settled between Beca's legs. Pale hands hold her by the hips, reeling her closer. Beca looks up at her, her eyes pleading permission to proceed, eyes that ask if it is okay to touch her. Chloe bites her lip and nods, and Beca doesn't take long to start kissing the redhead's abdomen.

Chloe immediately starts to feel the build-up, and it's so much better than Titanium's. She's a hormonal mess just by feeling Beca's hands and lips on her almost naked self. A tug by the hips, and she has no other choice but to surge forward and straddle her.

Beca starts kissing her chest over her strapless, black lace bra, the crest of her breasts, teasing until she pulls down the material, to set them free.

Chloe moans as soon as Beca's mouth sucks her nipple, gentle then hard, hearing a pop as she changes to apply the same treatment to the other. Deep blue eyes meet bright blue, hands still, waiting on Chloe to make a move.

And Chloe stares back at her, ravished and delighted. She's grateful to have Beca here with her, to be able to talk to her, to hug her, to touch her. Chloe kisses Beca vehemently, holding on to the promise of a new start for them.

Beca is able to remove her bra with one hand and turn them around in a swift move. Now that Chloe's bottom, Beca eases their kiss to an end, to push herself back and stand. She looks down at Chloe with a small smile, reaching for the pants' button.

Chloe sits up immediately, scooting near the edge of the bed.

"Let me." She offers, but leaves Beca no choice as she reaches for the pants, to help her out of them, leaving Beca in a black, lace bustier and matching underwear.

"Wow." Bright blue eyes meet Beca's gaze.

"Can you lay back?" Beca asks shyly, and the redhead nods, laying back on bed, slow and as sensual as she could, when she notices dark blue orbs looking at her. Beca is marveled with Chloe's body. She can pin the changes pregnancy has done to it, changes that are beautiful in its nature, marks that mean the world to Chloe.

Her eyes meet Chloe's who stares back in silence, and Beca is not able to decipher what she's thinking; she doesn't want her to feel uncomfortable. So, she moves, crawling her way back to bed, to be with Chloe.

The redhead receives her, securing her face between her hands, and they share a chaste kiss. Unhurried because neither of them want this to come to an end. Beale concurs with Beca; she wants this to be a not-just-tonight thing.

While Beca sleeps, Chloe recaps their night together. Right after the shots and Aubrey's pep talk, she knew they were going to have wild sex, a night filled with want and desire after so darn long. It's been a while, too much of a while for Chloe's liking. Tonight, Beca impressed her by making love to her. Yet her favorite part of the night was when it was her turn to give love.

Chloe never stopped loving Beca, and if things didn't go accordingly as tonight, she would have probably reached out to Mitchell, to tell her about her unresolved feelings. And though Chloe hasn't told her how she feels, she did everything in her power to demonstrate it tonight. She made Beca moan her name several times...

She lets out a sigh, making herself comfortable over Beca.

"You know…" Beca starts, her voice low, drunk in slumber. "I always thought you would absolutely rock a short hairstyle." She pauses as Chloe lifts her head off her chest to look at her. "Something like a bob or like Rapunzel's short hair."

Chloe smiles at her. "You think so?"

Beca nods. "I know so."

Chloe watches Beca, touching the tip of her nose, and her plum lips, not being able to hide a saddened smile.

"Are you okay?" Beca asks Chloe.

Chloe breathes. "Yeah."

Beca observes the redhead. Of course she feels elated, stoked to have her between her arms. But something's off, and it's evident in Chloe's eyes.

"Do you wanna get back to Ames?"

Chloe nods, averting her eyes.

"Hey…" Beca says softly, lifting her chin so their eyes could meet. "What's wrong?" She gives Chloe a soft smile.

The redhead exhales. "I've never been apart from Amelia during a vacation." Chloe pauses. "I mean, she's with mom and dad, and I know she's fine, and that I should give myself a break…"

Beca just observes her, waiting on Chloe to keep going.

"It's just- I'm so happy." She says. "And I feel like I really want to share my happiness with her."

Beca just looks at her, adoringly. This is the cutest thing she has ever experienced. And the moment alone prompts the music producer to get out of bed, Chloe watches in awe, worried as she picks up her clothes from the floor.

"Are you mad?" Chloe pulls the sheets up to her chest as she sits on bed.

"Am I mad- God, no." Beca glances at her and shakes her head. "I'm not mad." She continues to dress up. "Hurry up, babe. Maybe we will get there in time to tuck her in."

"It's past 12." Chloe states. "She's asleep."

"Well, if we are lucky enough, we'll get to tuck her in again, maybe adjust her comforter, and kiss her good night?" She grins. "Yeah?"

Chloe beams a huge smile at Beca, rejoicing at Beca's empathy. Putting Chloe's interest before hers says a lot.

"I'd love that very much."