With the holidays in full swing, I wanted to spread some Staubrey cheer by posting a collection exploring many "firsts" in their relationship. I plan on posting a few chapters every day until Christmas Eve, so I hope you enjoy and can follow along!
Chapter 1 - First Time
Stacie bit her lip nervously as she watched Aubrey stacking chairs and reorganizing the Bellas' rehearsal space. The rest of the Bellas had already hurried out of the room, relieved Captain Posen was done torturing them for the day, but Stacie couldn't help but notice the tense set of Aubrey's jaw. She sighed, slung her bag back on the table, and walked over to the senior.
"Want some help," she asked, already grabbing a chair to stack. Aubrey gave her a small smile.
"Thanks, Chloe was supposed to help, but apparently agreed to grab a coffee with Beca before her next class," grumbled Aubrey and Stacie smirked.
"Those two are getting pretty cozy."
"Between Beca's toner for Jesse and Chloe's toner for her, I'm going to have to rewrite some of the rules of what is becoming of a Bella woman," mumbled Aubrey as she dabbed her face with her pink towel. She clapped her hand over her mouth when Stacie smiled mischievously.
"So Red does have a thing for Bec. Cynthia Rose owes me twenty bucks," Stacie giggled, but her eyes widened when Aubrey grabbed her shoulders and locked eyes with her.
"You can't tell anyone what I just said. It totally slipped and it shouldn't have. No one can know," declared Aubrey and Stacie slowly nodded.
"Yea, okay, calm down, Bree. The secret is safe with me. It isn't that big of a secret though. We all know Chloe cornered Beca in the showers to get her to join. That's a bit much even for Chloe Beale." Aubrey groaned.
"I cannot believe I said that. Damn it," said Aubrey as she began to pace. Stacie grabbed her hand and pulled her back over to her. Aubrey gulped as their eyes locked again, something she tried to avoid with the freshman at all costs.
"Hey, you can trust me with this. I promise. I won't say anything, even if it means losing the bet."
"Promise?"
"I promise," Stacie repeated and Aubrey sighed in relief.
"Good, thank you, it has been a really long week and I should have never said anything," explained Aubrey.
"Is that why you hate Beca so much, because of Chloe?"
"Yes, I mean no…I don't hate Beca. I just don't like the game she is playing with Jesse and Chloe. She doesn't seem to know what she wants and I don't want Chloe to get hurt. Anyways, it doesn't matter. I have already said way too much," she informed as she sat down to retie her shoes. Stacie sat down beside her and gave a sympathetic smile.
"You know, Bree, you can talk to me. I promise not to tell anyone else and happen to be a great listener."
"I can't tell you anything else about Chloe and Beca."
"I was talking about you." Aubrey frowned in confusion and shook her head.
"I am fine."
"No, you aren't. I can tell. At first, I thought it was because of what happened at Hood Night, but that was like a month ago and you don't have an issue being in a room with me anymore." Aubrey sighed.
"I didn't have an issue…"
"It's cool. I get it. I didn't realize that was your first time with a woman and it shouldn't have been like that. To be fair, you didn't exactly seem inexperienced," teased Stacie and Aubrey blushed as she tried to hide her smile.
"Really, I wasn't that bad?" Stacie smirked and scooted closer to her.
"Didn't I make it clear I thoroughly enjoyed myself that night?" Aubrey looked down at her hands in her lap.
"Yes, but I don't know. I figured you were just being nice," she somewhat questioned and Stacie scoffed.
"You thought I was faking it? Bree, the Hunter doesn't fake it. Those orgasms were very real and some of the best I've ever had."
"Really," Aubrey asked with a smile and Stacie winked at her.
"Really, which is why I was so disappointed when you said it could never happen again. I understand you don't want to complicate things, but I do want you to know it wasn't just a random hookup for me. I do care about you, Bree, and you can talk to me. This Captain Posen hard exterior may work with the others, but I know the real you." Aubrey rolled her eyes at that.
"Oh yea, one night with me and you think you know the real me," she challenged with a twinkle in her eye that made Stacie giggle.
"One incredible, toe curling, orgasmic night with you," reminded Stacie and Aubrey cleared her throat to suppress her shiver as she thought about their pleasurable night together.
"But that's not why I know you are a marshmallow. You care about your friends and the Bellas. You also happen to be quite sensitive, which is why you try your damnedest to put up walls to protect your heart. You can talk to me, Bree. What's really going on," questioned Stacie and Aubrey sighed.
"My dad is coming in town for dinner tonight. I don't see him often and I want it to be a nice night."
"But you also have something important to tell him," suggested Stacie and Aubrey groaned.
"I don't know. I mean what if it isn't something important? Shouldn't I figure out how I feel before telling him something or announcing it to the world?"
"Are you really asking me or is that rhetorical?"
"I am asking, Stace, and be honest," said Aubrey and Stacie thought for a moment as she tried to choose her words wisely.
"I know there was alcohol involved, but you remember more about that night than you led on, right?" Aubrey blushed, but nodded.
"Yes and I am sorry for lying. I was just…"
"Protecting your heart and I get it, but that night wasn't just about lust or sex or experimenting in college. We talked a lot before the sex."
"And during," teased Aubrey to lighten the mood and Stacie winked at her.
"Oh I remember. Dirty talking Aubrey is my favorite, but back to the issue at hand. You know who you are, Bree. You always have deep down and you can't outrun it anymore. No one can tell you how to come out and we all have different experiences. I chose to come out in high school to my parents as pansexual. You have to decide what's best for you and no one can do that for you, but if this is eating at you the way I think it is, you should tell him. No matter what you decide, I am here for you and I meant what I said after. Even if you don't want more between us, I still want to be your friend."
"Thanks, Stace," she said and Stacie winked at her.
"What are Bellas for," she teased back.
"Well, I should get going. I need to shower and get ready for dinner. Talk to you later." Stacie nodded as she watched Aubrey gather her things and leave. She ran a hand through her hair and groaned as her heart did the annoying flutter it tended to do around Aubrey. She meant what she said about being there for the captain that starred in her fantasies since the moment she saw her, but a part of her wasn't sure if being friends with Aubrey was a good thing or not.