A sequel to 7: Forgive me, requested by Ermagerd23.

It was a weird feeling. Having been laying almost directly on top of the woman she'd been so close to for almost four years, placing firm kisses to her neck while she whimpered in her ear and clutched to her like her life depended on it. Beca wasn't sure how she felt about it all.

Then as she shifted back to create a small space between her body and Chloe's, she focused on the redhead, noticing the way her eyes slowly peeled open to stare up at the white ceiling above them.

"Uhm, Chlo-" She said, hesitantly.

Chloe's hand was still resting under the material of Beca's t-shirt. The space Beca had created between them had caused her grip to loosen slightly as her hand slid with the movement, but the brunette could still feel the delicate pressing of her nails against her skin.

"I take it I'm forgiven then?"

After that, Chloe's hand removed itself completely from underneath Beca's t-shirt and came to sit flatly on her own abdomen.

"You know... I was never upset with you, Beca." The redhead said, her eyes drifting across to meet the younger woman's.

Then Chloe smiled.

It wasn't the same bright smile that greeted Beca every morning at breakfast. Nor was it the content smile she caught sight of whenever Chloe insisted they share a blanket and snuggle on movie nights, and it wasn't the proud smile that appeared in Beca's line of vision after every A cappella championship victory, either.

It was an entirely different smile. A modest, coy smile that Beca recalls only seeing on Chloe a handful of times before.

"What?"

"I was upset but not with you, silly." She smiled again.

Beca was perplexed. "But, I said-"

"I know what you said." The redhead cut in. "But I know what you meant to say too."

"So who were you upset with?"

"Myself." She answered almost immediately, half laughing as she did. "I guess I thought about how ridiculous it was to fail on purpose so many times."

"If being in the Bellas made you feel happy and safe, no one can really blame you for it." The brunette responded.

Chloe nodded. "But seriously, I've racked up so much debt in tuition fees, that whole exotic dancing idea might actually have to become a thing to pay it all off."

Both women laughed at that.

"So tell me why exactly you let me feel guilty and try to gain your forgiveness when I wasn't even the reason you were upset?" The younger woman questioned.

"Well you wanted to cheer me up. I wasn't going to say no to that."

"If you told me the truth, we could've talked about it and I'd've wanted to cheer you up anyway."

"By doing that?" Chloe indicated at the series of kisses Beca had placed on her neck earlier.

"If that's what it took." The brunette replied, confidently.

Chloe paused for a moment, thinking.

"So you'd do it again? Even with that sound I made?" She asked, daringly.

Then before Beca's brain had time to consider it, her mouth was already speaking. "Especially with that sound you made." She said.

Apparently Beca was sure how she felt about it all. What that actually meant though, she had no idea. Future Beca would have to figure that one out.