Friends withOUT Benefits

Chloe was pushing Beca up against the door, hands tangled in her hair. She felt a hand sliding down her spine, eliciting a shudder, as it moved to rest on her stomach. There was a flick of a tongue inside her mouth and the hand was quickly moving inside the waist band of her underwear.

The next thirty minutes were a blur of pure euphoria, causing her to drop her head back on the bed as Beca kissed a soft trail up her stomach, between her breasts and along a jaw.

"I thought we weren't doing this anymore?" Chloe asked, feeling Beca's lips pause on her neck.

"You weren't saying that a couple of minutes ago..." she smirked, rolling to the other side of the mattress.

"Yeah, well I was kind of distracted."

Chloe sighed.

Sleeping with Beca was something she promised herself she wouldn't do anymore. The build up was great, the main event was amazing, but the aftermath – totally not fucking worth it.

From the moment the redhead met the moody DJ at the activities fair, Chloe knew she wanted to get to know her, an invisible magnet pulling her closer. The sad fact was, over the last year, Chloe had realised Beca didn't feel that, and she most certainly didn't show it unless they were physically intimate.

"Hey, do you mind putting the deadbolt on the door before you leave; I'm going to grab a shower."

And just like that, Beca Mitchell was fully dressed and showing no signs of the intense feelings Chloe felt for her. She stopped on her way to the door, before turning back to the girl naked in her bed.

"I'll see you at the party tonight, yeah?"

"Maybe" Chloe shrugged, attempting to suppress the tears building in her eyes.

"Wear that black dress, I love you in that, and I like you even better out of it."

There was a devilish wink and then she was out of the door, probably hoping Chloe would be gone by the time she returned.

The redhead sat up, before gathering her clothes off the bedroom floor and slowly getting dressed. She tried not to pin too much hope on the way Beca had said "I love you in that", but failed miserably. Just before she let herself out of the dorm room, she ran her fingers over Beca's desk and mixing equipment and made her way to the door, feeling the all too familiar heartbreak and regret.

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"Chlo, when are you going to learn?"

She remembers when Aubrey's voice use to be sympathetic, but now it was just laced with disappointment.

"She treats you like shit, but yet you still go crawling back."

"Bree , not now."

Chloe shut her bedroom door closed, flopping down onto her bed, face down. She finally let the tears fall and gave her cries a voice. This was it, no more sleeping with her – she couldn't take feeling like this again.

Chloe woke up a few hours later, the sunlight once in her window replaced by the night sky. She stood up, passing the mirror on the wall, catching a glimpse of her puffy eyes and the dried tear stains on her cheek. She ran a hand through her hair, before leaving her room and preparing for Aubrey's lecture.

"C'mon, we're going out" Aubrey instructed, as she met Chloe in the hallway, gently pushing her back into her bedroom and onto her bed.

"I don't really feel like-"

Aubrey walked to her closet, opening the door, instantly cutting the other woman off, "Nope, I don't want to hear it. You are going out and that's final. Beca Mitchell will not turn my friend into a wallowing mess."

Chloe threw her head back on to the bed, letting out a sigh, "Beca Mitchell isn't going to make me feel like this anymore" she mumbled, bringing her hands up to cover her face.

"Yeah, I know, Chloe, save the same speech for another time. Let's just go out, get wasted and forget about her..."

Chloe let out a snigger, "You know, Bree, you're not really doing the whole best friend thing very well right now" she deadpanned. Aubrey turned sharply, throwing a dress at her friend's head.

"Hey, the first six months I was there with ice cream, chick flicks and endless nights of drunken karaoke, but the point is that was six months ago, Chloe. Another six months in and you're still doing this to yourself over and over again - it's exhausting. I can't even imagine what it must be like for you" she said, taking a seat on the end of the bed.

"I love her" she choked, the sadness rushing back. After a deep breath she finally removed her hands from her face, daring a glance at Aubrey.

Her expression was soft and concerned, accompanied by a sad smile. The blonde woman placed a comforting hand on her knee, before quietly speaking.

"Look, Chlo, you know how I feel about the situation, but she doesn't deserve your love. You're an amazing person and that bitch is bringing you down" she scolded, before straightening her face and continuing "Let's go out, try and forgot about her, just for tonight?" she pleaded.

Chloe smiled softly, sitting up, before whispering a far from confident "OK."

Aubrey clapped her hands excitedly and left the redhead to get ready. Chloe tried to clear her mind, attempting to at least look like she was cheering up; for her best friend's sake; but her tries were dashed when she noticed which black dress Aubrey had picked out and suddenly Chloe found herself back at square one.

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The frat house was heaving, the blaring music causing the ground to vibrate under her feet. The girl she had been eyeing for the past twenty minutes was slowly inching closer to where Beca was stood and the DJ couldn't help but let out a triumphant laugh, still regularly looking in her direction.

"Why don't you go talk to her?" Tom asked, passing her a red solo cup; beer full to the brim.

"I don't need to..." she turned her back, facing the man in front of her, so the woman was no longer in her line of sight "...you see, if you wait for just right the moment, they always come to you, in, three, two..." she mimed the number one, as she heard a "Hi" behind her, right on cue.

She smirked at Tom, before turning her attention to the woman behind her and handing her the full cup from her grasp.

"Here, your cups empty."

It wasn't long before she had this redhead pinned up against a wall in the kitchen. The woman had a slight resemblance to another redhead she knows, but Beca didn't dwell on that thought, instead opting to place her thigh in between the other woman's legs. There was an approving moan as she applied some light pressure, but Beca was no longer paying attention, completely stuck in her own head.

Where was Chloe anyway? Even the slightest mention of a party and Beca was sure to find her at the end of the night, waiting for her to take Chloe home. Considering her slip up this afternoon, Beca was sure the woman would literally be the first one here. She didn't mean to say the word "love", it just kind of came out. She registered the hope in Chloe's eyes when she said it, making the DJ instantly regretful.

The thing that drew Beca to Chloe was, first and foremost, her beauty. The smile, the eyes, her voice, everything about Chloe was insanely perfect, but when Beca started actually talking to her, she soon realised the redhead was way more than just a hot college girl. Beca wanted her; she needed her, and she was certain she couldn't cope if anybody else got to have her.

So, Beca got her number, turned on the charm and slept with her, dubbing them friends with benefits and nothing else, but Beca was one hundred percent certain she could never obtain the most beautiful (inside and out) woman she had ever met.

Yep, she's well aware how fucked up that is – she knows that treating Chloe like shit is wrong, but there is something about the way she grabs Beca's hand too tightly when it's finally in her grasp. Something about the amount of passion she pours into every single kiss, but above all it's the way Chloe looks at her, with those breath-taking eyes and tells her things like "I want you" or how her words "I love you, Becs" hold so much meaning whether she's pleading Beca to spend the night, or their rolling off the tongue during her climax.

The most fucked up thing about it all is that Beca loves her too. Knowing Chloe feels the same eases her fear of rejection, but admitting her feelings and emotions is just something the brunette is incapable of doing.

So instead, Beca calls her at any hour, day or night, asking if she'll come over – they kiss, they make love and Beca closes off again, doubling the distance between them as quickly as possible, but the next time when she dials Chloe's number - the hurt in the other woman's eyes burned into her skull - Chloe always comes running back, and now Beca knows she doesn't have to tell Chloe she loves her, because she'll always be there, regardless of how she's treated.

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A/N: This may or may not have gotten a bit darker than I planned.