A/N: I know this is causing a delay with my multi-chapter fic, but I had to get this out! Hope you guys enjoy! And I promise I'll have the next chapter of "Tell the World" out soon!
Good For You - Selena Gomez
I'm on my 14 carats
I'm 14 carat
Doing it up like Midas, mhm
Now you say I got a touch
So good, so good
Make you never wanna leave
So don't, so don't
Chloe made her way to the bar, walking as seductively as possible, because she would bet money that Beca was up in the DJ booth checking out her ass. She was wearing her favorite little black dress, the little black dress. The one she had been wearing when Beca had finally confessed her love. That dress always made the tiny brunette a little extra hot and bothered, and Chloe fully intended on using that to her advantage. She had finished with her shoot early, and decided to call a driver to take her to the club Beca was spinning at. Girls, (and guys), always swarmed the DJ booth when Beca was on duty; and while Chloe knew the younger girl could handle herself, she also knew that she much preferred if Chloe was there to act as a deterrent. Beca just didn't do people well, and it was much easier to let the redhead handle any would be flirters.
Gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight
Do my hair up real, real nice
And syncopate my skin to your heart beating
She finally made it to the drink line, and Joey the bartender recognized her and waved her to the front. This was one of Beca's favorite clubs to mix at, and the DJ and company always drank for free. She ignored the glares from the customers still waiting in line as she made her way to the counter.
"Chloe! I thought DJ B-Mitch said you weren't going to be here tonight?" Joey smiled.
"Well I had to make sure nobody was making a move on my girl!"
"Please, like she even looks at anybody but you." He nodded towards the booth and she glanced to see Beca intently staring in her direction. "So what can I get for you guys?"
"Beca's usual brew, and a mojito."
"Coming right up!" Joey began working on their drinks, and Chloe turned to study the brunette in the DJ booth.
The Weekend's "Can't Feel my Face", was bumping through the speakers and Beca had returned her attention to the mixing deck. Chloe loved to watch Beca work, and she took a minute to admire her fiancee. A Flat billed Seahawks cap was perched on her head, and brown curls flowed over her shoulders. Her sleeveless shirt was tucked loosely in the front of her ripped jeans and although Chloe couldn't see her feet from this angle, she knew her favorite Jordans completed the DJs look. Her headphones were on her ears, and she had an intense look of concentration.
'Cause I just wanna look good for you, good for you, uh-huh
Ugh, how did somebody get so attractive?
I just wanna look good for you, good for you, uh-huh
No wonder so many people were always flirting with her fiancée.
Joey returned with the drinks and she slipped him a tip. "Thanks, Joey."
"Anytime, now you better head back up there, looks like DJ's got company."
Chloe picked up the drinks and made her way to the booth; where sure enough, the brunette from earlier was back in the booth. Oh yeah, she had gotten here just in time to see the whole thing go down the first time. She had thought about going up there and helping her out, but she had decided to let Beca sweat it out. This time though, was one time too many. She skirted around the edge of the dance floor and up the steps to the booth.
"You should come back to my place - "
"Is there a problem, Babe?" Chloe placed the drinks on the table before moving to loop and arm around Beca's shoulders and turning to stare at the intruder pointedly. "She's trying to work up here, you should really go back," she flicked a hand towards the dance floor, "Down there."
"I was actually trying to have a conversation, bitch."
Chloe raised her eyebrows in a challenge before turning to face Beca. She pulled the shorter girl into a slow, sensual kiss; nipping gently at her lips before sweeping a tongue into her mouth, tasting the cherry chapstick that Beca always wore. She quickly lost herself in the kiss, their mouths moving in a sweet harmony.
Let me show you how proud I am to be yours
Leave this dress a mess on the floor
And still look good for you, good for you, uh-huh
Eventually, Beca gently pushed her back, giving her one last peck before turning back to the mixing board and putting on the next mix.
"Well, looks like you took care of that problem."
Sure enough, the stranger had left.
Chloe shrugged and took a sip of her drink. "She was bugging you while you were working, that's just rude!"
Beca took the offered beer, smirking. "So it had nothing to do with the fact that she was getting handsy?"
"She was? I didn't notice." Chloe was the picture of innocence.
"Uhuh, whatever. Don't pretend like you don't get jealous! Besides, you know I find the possessive side of you to be extremely sexy." The DJ winked.
"Seriously Becs, I can't wait until we can tell everybody that we're engaged. Maybe then some of these hos will back off."
"You're the one that wanted to wait, Beale! I was ready to go on Ellen the day after you said yes and announce it to the world."
"Well, we need to wait until we've told the Bellas, it's only right. I just can't wait until I can tell everyone that your my fiancée."
"Whatever you say, Red, you just want to wear that ring."
"I can't help it if you have excellent taste in jewelry!"
The night wore on without any more incidents, Beca working the crowd into a frenzy before handing things over to the next act. Chloe had tried to let her work, but she couldn't her hands from wandering occasionally or a stolen kiss here and there. Needless to say, both of them were pretty worked up as they made their way out the back door of the club and into the waiting limo.
Paul, the driver, was the one that usually drove them on the long ride back to Malibu after one of these shows. He knew the rules - partition up, ignore the loud music in the back and no stops; if he followed those instructions, he would receive a hefty tip when they reached their destination.
I'm on my marquise diamonds
I'm a marquise diamond
Could even make that Tiffany jealous, mhm
As soon as the door to the limo closed, Chloe was pulling Beca into her, attacking her lips with a frenzy. She ran her hands up the DJ's sides, slipping under the shirt and tugging it out from her pants. She moved her lips downward, nipping and sucking at porcelain skin. She felt hands fisting tightly in her hair and she hummed into Beca's neck before roughly groping at the ample breasts in front of her. The younger girl hissed and Chloe moved to straddle her, the dress hiking up around her thighs. The DJs hands moved to grip the flesh there, nails digging into the skin.
You say I give it to you hard
So bad, so bad
Make you never wanna leave
I won't, I won't
"Watching you mix is so fucking hot." she breathed into Beca's ear and the brunette shivered. "Take you pants off." the DJ immediately complied with the demand, raising her hips slightly to shimmy out of them.
Gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight
Do my hair up real, real nice
And syncopate my skin to how you're breathing
"Mmm, I bet you're so wet for me." Her hand drifted down the other girls front before settling in between her legs. She gently swiped through the wetness before plunging two fingers into hot core. The look on Beca's face sent a new pool of wetness between her own legs, and her breathing soon increased to match the other girl's.
'Cause I just wanna look good for you, good for you, uh-huh
I just wanna look good for you, good for you, uh-huh
Let me show you how proud I am to be yours
Leave this dress a mess on the floor
And still look good for you, good for you
"Chlo. . . " was the whimpered response, and she took pity, rubbing a firm circle across her clit as she curled her fingers inside. At that, Beca seemed to awaken, and her eyes opened- dark and lustful. Her hand came up to push aside the redhead's underwear, groaning at the wetness she found there. Chloe couldn't help but shift her hips, begging for more contact. She didn't have to wait long before Beca's fingers were thrusting inside of her, deep and slow; swirling around her clit before plunging in again.
Trust me, I can take you there
Trust me, I can take you there
Trust me, I, trust me, I, trust me, I
They kept a steady pace, matching stroke for stroke until she felt that tell-tale warmth rising in her stomach. She could feel Beca's walls tightening, and it became increasingly hard to move her fingers. With a soft cry, the DJ fell apart under her; and the sound quickly sent her over the edge as well, she fell forward to rest her head on the seat.
Soft hands brushed at her hair and her head was pulled back so that Beca could place a soft kiss on her forehead before moving her so that they sat side by side. The brunette pulled her pants up and leaned over to grab the bottle of champagne from the bucket of ice. She pulled the cork out with a soft pop and poured two glasses, passing one to Chloe.
I just wanna look good for you, good for you, uh-huh
Baby let me be good to you, good to you, uh-huh
"That was -"
"Amazing" Chloe finished.
"I was going to say mind-blowing, but girl, you are amazing." She winked, and Chloe giggled - fucking giggled. She reached for the Seahawks cap that had fallen to the floor and placed it over her own red curls.
"I should have known you had this in mind when I saw you were wearing that dress!"
"Whatever are you talking about?" She flitted her eyelashes innocently before curling into the DJ's side.
Let me show you how proud I am to be yours
Leave this dress a mess on the floor
And still look good for you, good for you, uh-huh, uh-huh, ah...
Uh-huh, uh-huh...
"Here you go Paul," Beca passed five $100 bills through the now open partition. "Thanks for the ride, and have a safe trip back to LA."
"Anytime, DJ, just let me know when your next gig is."
She nodded before stepping out into cool night air and reaching back in to wrap Chloe's arms around her neck. The redhead was snoring quietly, her face a mask of peaceful perfection, Beca's hat backwards on her head. The DJ turned towards the house with her very important package, grinning as she made her way up the steps.
Trust me, I, trust me, I, trust me, I