A/N So this is definitely the end...
Beca blinked again, looking for the tease in Chloe's eye. Nothing. Not a flicker.
That was too vivid, too real, too… what was the word? wet?
She could still feel Chloe's wetness on her fingers, the hardness of the redhead's nipples, the taste of her on her tongue…was that all a dream? The thought of it sent a familiar, delicious warmth between her own legs, a new spreading heat, and a flush to her face.
"Are you ok Beca?" Chloe looked concerned as she swung her smooth legs out of bed and cocked her head to one side to study the brunette who was still gazing at the redhead through a puzzled sleep-haze. "You look a little of it - did you not sleep OK?"
"I... I guess…" Beca was taking it all in, Chloe was fully dressed – well as fully dressed as she was when she went to bed, and she was in her own bed again, looking for all the world that she'd had the most peaceful and uninterrupted night's sleep ever. Granted she had that gorgeous Chloe bed-head, but she looked perfect. Bright-eyed and perfect. Chloe beamed her most perfect smile at the brunette. "Well, if you're sure? Hey! Come on, get dressed, sleepyhead and we'll get some coffee and bacon. That will perk you up!" With that, she sprang out of the bed and padded over to the en-suite. Five seconds later she poked her head back out. "I guess we should have checked last night, but there aren't any more towels. We'll have to shower when we get back."
Beca was still only half out of bed, a leg lazily creeping its way out from under the covers, just still watching the redhead with intense puzzlement. She couldn't get the thoughts of last night out of her head, or at least the thoughts of what she though last night was. It WAS so vividly real. How could it not have been real? Damn though, that was one hell of a dream.
Chloe giggled at her as she pulled her jeans. "Earth to Beca – are you with us this morning?" She turned and went to run her fingers through her hair in front of the mirror. She frowned at herself, unhappy with her untamed tresses, and then scrunched her hair up into a messy bun. Beca had already decided that her hair wasn't even worth looking at, and had done the same before she attempted to pull her own jeans on, stumbling backwards onto the bed in the process.
"Oh Beca, your head is really not on properly this morning. Come on, let me help you." She pulled the brunette back onto her feet, allowing the younger girl to try again. Beca smiled wryly to herself and fastened her jeans, looking at the back of Chloe's head as she bent to retrieve her phone. "There's a text from Amy – says she'll be here in about a half hour – just enough time for breakfast – come ON Beca - I'm starving!"
The brunette smiled, deciding with a shake of her head, more to clear it than anything, to move on - yeah maybe a couple cups of coffee and a plate of bacon was just what she needed this morning to remove this head fug.
She strode over to the door, and was halfway out when she heard a stifled giggle. She turned and saw Chloe biting her bottom lip, her eyes twinkling and her shoulders quivering with suppressed laughter. "What Chlo? What's so funny?" She took a few steps into the room
Chloe released her lip and let out a full mirth-filled laugh. 'Oh Beca!" She took three steps to close the gap between them, lightly brushing her hand up Beca's arm. The brunette smiled in confusion and creased her forehead as she questioned the redhead silently. Chloe leaned in and breathed into Beca's ear "Oh Beca, you were amazing last night!"
She let go of Beca's arm, and swept past the immobile brunette and out of the open door onto the walkway , leaving the smaller girl stunned - her mouth opening and closing like a fish.
"Wait what?" Beca snapped to clarity and burst out of the room after the redhead.
"Why you little…"