A/N: Blame part of this chapter on the anonymous reviewer who was thirsty and my odd compulsion to give bechloeorbhloe as much imagery of Emily's legs as I can.
And apparently I'm on a kick with random conversations about whatever pops into my head at the time.
Well the scene on Beca's last day of vacation was just there in my head but I didn't have anything to really lead into it, or flow into out of it. So, it's just kind of there. I thought it was a cute little fluff scene so I put it in, even though it's just kind of disjointed in terms of the story flow.
Disclaimer: I own nothing (well I do own my car, but I don't own anything related to Pitch Perfect).
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The two months between the Grammy announcements and the actual Grammy's flew by quickly for the two girls. Beca took two weeks off for Christmas, much to Michael's dismay. Apparently having a Grammy nominated producer on staff was good for business and Beca's vacation would put a hold on any discussions involving her. But Beca cited her work with Emily, Susie and the half dozen other new artists she'd finished with in the last year and he really couldn't complain about her taking a couple of weeks.
The two girls spent one week at Emily's parent's house, enjoying getting spoiled by Emily's mother who was soooo excited about the engagement. Beca would have to sneak out of the house to find Emily's dad (who would go hide in the garage when his wife went into planning mode) every so often as the two women's planning was just too much for her to take. But overall the week was great for the two women, with Beca coming out having a much better relationship with her father-in-law to be (adversity helps bonding).
The two women spent the other week by themselves in their apartment, taking time just for themselves before everything was going to get hectic again. They had the Grammy's and all of the preparations leading up to it (including another set of appearances on the talk show circuit) and then they were going to start on Emily's new album the week after. This meant that Beca had to finish up all of her in-progress projects before then (and work with Michael to set up some new projects). Given the success of their first album, Michael had agreed to give Beca three months of free reign to do what the two girls had done the first time. After three months she would have to start working her other projects back into her schedule. This actually wasn't so bad as the two women had been working on a few songs since the last album and only had a few to finish before the recording started.
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Beca plopped down on the couch, causing her fiancé to bounce against the arm. Emily just turned to her with a frown, "Rude."
Beca laughed, "It's our last day of freedom, what should we do?"
Emily sighed, "Do we have to do anything? It's been nice not doing much of anything and just hanging out together, kind of like when we first started dating."
Beca smirked, "But you're kind of boring."
Emily glared at her, "I'll show you boring." Then the taller girl erupted across the couch to tackle her girlfriend. Beca was expecting it though and caught the brunette around the waist and used her momentum to twist her around and ended up on top of her, grabbing her wrists and moving them above her head.
Emily squirmed under the smaller girl, whose grip tightened on her wrists, keeping them from moving from above her head. Emily smirked as she wiggled her hips, freeing her legs from Beca's control and wrapping them around her thighs. She twisted with her hips, and with the help of gravity dropped the two of them unceremoniously over the edge of the couch. The movement caused Beca to release her wrists and by the time the dust settled (and the curses stopped), Emily was sitting, straddling Beca's waist holding her hands above her head by the wrists.
Emily laughed as Beca tried to buck her off. She finally leaned down and brushed a soft kiss over Beca's lips before asking, "Give up?"
Beca scowled playfully, "Fine, you win. You and your freakishly long legs."
Emily dropped onto the floor next to Beca, rolling onto her side and resting her head on her arms as she looked at the woman she loved, "Admit it, you love my long legs."
Beca gave a non-committal shrug. Emily snaked one and down to Beca's side, earning her an actual glare, "Don't you dare."
Emily smirked as she moved her hand just the slightest bit, "Then admit you love my long legs."
Beca huffed, "A confession is not admissible in court if it's coerced by the threat of torture."
Emily laughed, "So you are saying, my touching you is torture?"
Beca laughed before bopping Emily on the nose, "You are incouragable Ms. Junk. I love how you touch me," she raised her eyebrow, "usually. And I do love your long legs, and your soft lips," she brushed a soft kiss over her lips, "and your expressive eyes, and your sense of wonder and your faith in the world even when you've seen the worst in people."
Emily scooted closer to Beca, dropping her arm over the smaller girl's waist and wrapping a leg over hers, "Thank you for reminding me why I agreed to marry you."
Beca turned into her embrace, "And why is that?"
Emily kissed her nose, "Because you're love makes me whole. The way you see me makes me feel like I'm worthy of your love and makes me strive to be the person that I see when you describe me.
Beca tried, she really did. She had to give herself credit, she lasted almost twelve seconds before she blurted out, "You strive to be a baby giraffe?"
Emily just stared at her, her face a neutral mask. She didn't say anything for so long that Beca started to worry that she had finally overstepped. Emily finally rolled onto her back with a smile, pulling Beca over so that the smaller girl was leaning on top of her, "God, you are such a dork."
Beca cuddled in against Emily's chest, "Yes, but I'm your dork."
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Chloe took to her job surprisingly quickly and Emily's appearances went smoothly. Chloe arranged everything so that Emily wouldn't be away from Atlanta any longer than necessary but didn't pack things together too much so Emily was overloaded. She handled all of the reservations and details for the Grammy's as well, for both Emily and Beca (although they were actually the exact same details).
The four girls arrived at their hotel late the evening before the Grammy's, having been at a press conference with some of the other nominated artists and producers from the label. Beca and Emily said goodbye to their friends at the door to their suite (I mean it was the Grammy's and Beca wanted to treat her little Grammy nominee right). Beca collapsed against the door as she closed it, "That's why I wanted to go into producing, so I didn't have to deal with the press like that."
Emily walked over and leaned down to kiss her cheek, "That's what you get for being so good at your job."
Beca groused, "Maybe I shouldn't be so good at it."
Emily playfully slapped her arm, "Don't you even think about it. It's my work too."
Beca sighed as she grabbed Emily's hand, pulling her towards the bedroom, "I know baby, I wouldn't do that to you. People need to hear how awesome you are."
Beca gave Emily's ass a playful slap, "Now go get ready for bed woman, I'm beat."
Emily gave her a playful glare, "Yes, ma'am." She walked into the bathroom to the sound of her girlfriend's playful laugh.
The next day found the two girls nervously waiting for the main event that evening. Chloe and Aubrey were in and out, alternating between spending time with their friends and working on arrangements to make the evening go as smoothly for the two nominees as possible. At about 3 pm, the hair and makeup artists arrived to help the two girls get ready. They got ready in separate rooms so that their final looks would be a surprise and to make it easier on the people working on them.
Beca was done first, so she ended up pacing back and forth in the sitting room of the suite, waiting for Emily. When she came out in her fitted black dress, Beca stopped pacing and stared, her mouth hanging open. When she finally came to her senses, she stuttered out, "Holy fuck, you look gorgeous Emily." Then her nerves hit her, looking down at herself in a tasteful suit with a bustier to match Emily's dress, "Are you sure this is alright, I mean look at you. I look terrible next to you."
Emily walked over and took Beca's hand, swinging it back and forth slightly, waiting patiently for her girlfriend to look up at her. When Beca finally looked at her, looking very uncomfortable, Emily just smiled at her, "Beca, you look so hot I wish we didn't have to go because I'd take you right here. Although then I'd have to take you out of that outfit, and that isn't happening quite yet. I want to see you in that for a while." Beca gave her a small smile and Emily eased her worry further, "I'm serious Beca, you look hot in that outfit."
Beca took Emily's hand, "I can't look half as good as you do, baby."
Emily shrugged, "We'll just have to agree to disagree on this one."
Chloe and Aubrey stopped by about five minutes later to finalize everything. Chloe squealed as soon as she got in the room, "Oh my God, you too are the cutest fucking couple. Thanks a lot, you just made my life harder."
Beca looked at her, "Huh?"
Chloe glared at her, "You two look so hot together the press is going to be all over you. I was hoping that because you were kind of new to the scene the red carpet was going to be easy…thanks."
Beca shrugged, "I can't help it I'm engaged to a goddess."
That earned her an 'awwww' from her girlfriend with a whispered, "I'll show you a goddess when we get back tonight."
That earned her a playful glare and a "I don't even want to know what she just said" from Aubrey.
Chloe went into business mode, "Alright, Aubrey and I are heading out now so we'll be there when you arrive. The limo will pull right up to the red carpet and look for me when you get out. I'll be directing you along the carpet and will let some of the media up for closer pictures and some questions. If you aren't sure how to answer a question, look at me and I'll either give a 'no comment' or lead you to the answer you should give." Then she came over and took one hand of each of the girls, "Now, you two go have fun. This is your moment and you've earned it. Luckily you each had an extra ticket so Aubrey and I will be sitting at the table when you get there."
Beca pulled the redhead into a one armed hug, "Thanks Chloe, you being here means a lot to us…to me."
Chloe pulled back and smiled, "I wouldn't have missed it for the world."
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The evening went pretty well overall. The red carpet went smoother than Chloe thought it would but worse than Beca imagined. The one bright spot to it was the fact that Emily kept looking at her with something approaching awe every time Beca answered a question about Emily. Beca realized that she wanted to see that look on her fiance's face far more often..
After the red carpet, the four girls took their seats. Because of the number of nominations they received, their table was near the stage, so they had a great view of the ceremony. The girls had a great night overall, with Emily winning Best New Artist, the two of them taking Best Pop Record and Record of the Year and Beca won for Best Arrangement, A Capella.
The girls celebrated their awards at the label's after-party. They were introduced to so many people over the course of the evening their heads were spinning. Celebrities wanted to meet the hot new artist and other artists wanted to meet with the hot new producer. Chloe did a pretty good job of running interference for the two so they didn't get too overwhelmed. But by 1 a.m. all four of the girls were beat. Chloe called the limousine service to have the car brought around to take them back to the hotel.
The two couples said their goodnights at Emily and Beca's door again. After Beca waved one last good night to her friends, she turned to find Emily with her hand against the arm of the couch, leaning against it to raise her foot, her hand reaching for the straps to her heels. Beca stopped her, "No, Ems, leave them on."
Emily looked at her, seeing how dark her eyes were. She gave Beca a smirk before standing back up. She walked slowly to the bedroom, her hips swaying a little more than normal. Beca gulped and quickly followed her.
Emily stopped in the middle of the room, waiting for Beca. Beca moved behind the younger girl, pushing her hair gently to the side as she leaned up and trailed kisses along her neck. Emily groaned as Beca's lips traced down her neck. Beca stepped back and slowly unzipped Emily's dress, her breath coming a little faster at the anticipation as the zipper slowly opened, revealing more and more of Emily's flesh to Beca's hungry eyes.
Beca finally finished lowering the zipper and teasingly pushed the fabric out over Emily's shoulder until she finally pushed it off, letting the fabric fall to the floor to pool at Emily's feet. It was the second time that day that Emily took Beca's breath away. She stood there in a baby corset with matching garter and panties. Beca couldn't speak as her fingers played lightly over Emily's skin. Emily looked over her shoulder, "Do you like baby?"
Beca nodded, "Holy Fuck Ems."
Beca placed her hands on Emily's waist and guided her towards the desk. She moved her head to the side and kissed Emily's shoulder before telling her, "Put your hands on the desk, baby."
As Emily bent over the desk, Beca watched the muscles in her back and legs flex. Beca stood back slightly and took in the view of her gorgeous fiancé leaning over the desk in just her lingerie, her long legs always doing something too her. Beca sighed as she trailed her hands over Emily's back down to the waistband of her panties. Beca knelt on the floor behind Emily, planting small kisses along the back of her thighs as she unfastened Emily's garters from her stockings. When Beca had all four garters unfastened, she slowly reached up and tugged gently on Emily's panties. Emily moaned as Beca kissed the bare skin as the panties moved slowly down over her hips. Emily gave an involuntary thrust of her hips as Beca's tongue flicked out along her inner thigh, almost touching her where she needed her girlfriend.
Beca's lips trailed down Emily's legs as she slowly lowered her panties to the floor, lifting each heeled foot before tossing them to the side. Beca ran her hands lovingly along the back of Emily's calves, loving how her legs looked in heels. Beca lightly traced her fingers up the back of Emily's calves before she leaned down and kissed the backs of her knees. Then she began trailing kisses up the back of one of Emily's thighs while her hand slowly moved up the other, her fingertips barely grazing her skin.
Emily groaned in frustration, "Baby, please."
Beca's only response was to press her palm against the inside of Emily's thigh, asking her wordlessly to spread her feet apart. Emily didn't need to be asked twice, spreading her feet, leaving herself open and wet for Beca. Beca smiled as she leaned back, seeing the moisture glistening on Emily's parted lips. She decided she had teased the poor girl enough and leaned in, running her tongue along the entire length of Emily's slit. Emily's hips bucked again as Beca's tongue slid over her clit. She let out a desperate, "Oh fuck, Becs, please."
Beca's hands kneaded Emily's ass as her tongue moved from licking along her slit to sliding in and out of her. Beca groaned into Emily as she worked her tongue over the sensitive nub, Emily hips rocking with her movements, trying to get more friction where she needed it so badly.
Beca slipped her hand under Emily, using her thumb to rub over her clit with small circular motions while her tongue slipped in and out of her girlfriend. Emily pushed her hips back, trying to push Beca's tongue deeper inside of her. As she pushed closer and closer to the edge, she lifted her leg, resting in on the desk as she reached back and pulled Beca tighter against her. Her hips rocked in rhythm with Beca's tongue as it moved in and out of her. Beca finally put more pressure with her thumb, her tongue pushing deeper into Emily as the taller girl's fingers tightened in Beca's hair, her head dropping down as her body started shaking, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, that's it…fuuuuuuck."
Beca slowed her thumb and when Emily had released her head enough that she could move, she replaced the thumb with her tongue, lapping all along Emily's slit. When the brunette had calmed some, Beca stood up behind her, running her hands over the taller girl's ass, slipping a finger inside of her teasingly. Emily turned her head to the side, where it was resting on her forearms on the desk, looking at her girlfriend, "Fuck, not again baby. It's your turn first."
Beca smirked, "What if I want it to be your turn again?"
Emily stood and turned, taking Beca in her arms and kissing her deeply. Emily pushed Beca's jacket off as they kissed, then without warning, she grabbed the smaller girl by the back of the thighs and lifted her. Beca instinctively wrapped her legs around the taller girl's waist. Emily walked forward until she hit the bed. She put one knee on the edge of the bed and gently lowered both of their bodies to the mattress without breaking the kiss.
Emily finally broke the kiss, kneeling next to Beca. She reached down and unbuttoned the smaller girl's pants, sliding down the bed far enough to pull them aggressively down her legs. She realized too late that she forgot to take Beca's panties with the pants and decided that it was too much work to take them off.
She looked down at Beca, lying there with her eyes glazed, "Were you serious about wanting it to be my turn again?"
Beca nodded, "I can't get enough of you Ems."
Emily smiled then, moving seductively up the bed. Her hands trailed over Beca's bodice, tweaking her nipple through the lacy fabric. Beca groaned as her nipple hardened in response. Emily kept moving up the bed until she threw her leg over Beca's body, lowering herself to Beca's waiting mouth.
Beca wrapped her arms around Emily's thighs, bringing her down to her mouth, her tongue working along Emily's slit again, reveling in the taste of her girlfriend. Emily groaned as Beca's mouth worked wonders on her clit.
Emily really wasn't planning on letting Beca have all the fun. So she leaned back slightly, her hand sliding down Beca's stomach until it reached its goal. She didn't waste time as she knew Beca would already be dripping after their first round, or more correctly, her first round. Her fingers quickly pushed Beca's panties to the side as she pushed two fingers into her lover. Beca moaned into her folds, then her tongue began moving with renewed vigor.
Emily wanted to reach up and pull Beca's mouth tighter to her core but she didn't have a free hand, her weight resting on one and two fingers of the other moved in and out of her fiancé. Beca's head tipped back as Emily brushed her thumb over her clit and Emily groaned, "No baby, so close…so close." Beca's breath came in small pants as her body started moving in shaking jerks. She reached up with her hand, rubbing her thumb rapidly over Emily's clit as Emily's fingers pushed her to the edge. Beca's body arched as she came, her fingers moving in jerky motions over Emily's clit, giving just enough friction to send her over the edge a second time. Emily's fingers continued to move in and out of Beca as she came, panting Beca's name over and over.
Emily finally found enough strength to lift herself off of Beca and she slid down along her side. She lazily kissed the smaller girl's cheek, "Mmmm, you are awesome."
Beca rolled onto her side, kissing Emily softly, "No, I think I was right when you asked me about sex before." Emily looked at her with a confused expression until Beca laughed and explained, "It's a Beca and Emily thing. I'm not awesome; we're awesome together."
Emily cuddled further into Beca, "We are kind of awesome together, aren't we."
Beca sighed, "Yes we are Ems." After a few seconds, Beca stretched and groaned, "Well I definitely can't sleep in this, and while I wouldn't mind you sleeping in that I don't think you'd be too comfortable, so let's get up and get ready for bed."
Emily gave a resigned sigh, "Fine."
Beca leaned over and kissed her again, "Hurry up and I'll rub your hair until you fall asleep."
Emily gave a satisfied sigh, "Two orgasms and hair rubbing, you're going to spoil me Ms. Mitchell."
Beca winked, "That's the plan, Ms. Junk."
