Come Closer
2016 has not been a great year for me, my time was eaten up by work, family, and friends leaving.
Chloe leaned her forehead on the cool taxi glass providing a slight relief. She knew the amount of alcohol consumption in the body to reach the euphoric level to be 0.060-0.099 percent and her alcoholic tolerance. Yet, unconsciously she just wanted to get pass the poster image of being Beale's golden child and the environment of shaded advantageous plastics and stiffs. She just wanted to be Chloe.
Even in Chloe's intoxicated state, she could feel Beca contemplating as she drummed fingers softly on the panel, while providing her address to the driver. Groaning, Chloe unsteadily could feel the euphoria trickle off and giving way to sluggishness. The taxi hit a pothole, causing her to bump her head against the window and land on Beca's shoulder.
The brunette's muscle tensed at the sudden contact, slowly relaxing her shoulder, she noticed Chloe trying to get up. Surprising herself, Beca placed her hand on the side of Chloe's head, allowing her to get nestled and comfortable in the niche between her neck and shoulder.
"Hang in there, you klutz. We're almost there" Another pothole was coming up and this time, but this time Beca held Chloe's forehead close to keep her anchored. Feeling a bit amused on how the roles have switched.
The taxi lurched into a stop in front of the apartment, Beca tilted herself towards Chloe trying gently shake the redhead awake. "Hey Chloe, we're here. Just a few more …okay I won't lie to you, it's a couple of steps and we need to get past a dragon who happens to look like my landlady."
A finger sailed past and landed solely on Beca's lips, "Roger that," Chloe arm dangled up and Beca leaned forward, adjusting slightly to the added weight. Struggling for her wallet, the brunette paid the fare and politely refused the taxi driver's help. Somehow halfway through the walkway; the light rain became heavy downpour.
A few moments of straggling through the rain, hushing the drunk and apologizing to the land-lady for disturbing the peace – they made it to the second floor apartment. Depositing the drunken doctor to the side, Beca jingled her keys pushing through the keyhole. Checking on Chloe, Beca observed the rain that clung to her hair like dew drops made her look ethereal and the silent smile when she caught Beca.
"Stormy blue" Chloe said thoughfully.
"What?" Beca said caught off guard. Chloe just shook her head and reached over unsteadily to Beca.
Reattaching Chloe to her side, she closed the door shut with her foot – steering the redhead to the closest chair. Busying herself with getting her guest a cup of water.
"Isn't your mom supposed to be here?" Chloe asked, gratefully receiving the yellow cup that Beca passed her.
"She's in a community that's… I don't need people to watch over me. I haven't had any major migraines since then. I'll get the bed ready for your and some extra clothes." Chloe felt the change of atmosphere and she caught Beca's hand passing.
"I know you're capable, I didn't mean to make you sound as if you aren't. I just worry if there could be something we might have missed during your mri scan or anything because I care about you and ummm we ran you over" Chloe added lamely. When Beca continued to walk out of the kitchen, Chloe thought back to what Kommissar had said and sighed.
What she didn't know is that Beca thought about Chloe's words.
After changing into comfy clothes and deeming her room passable with complementary clothes to boot, she went back to Chloe. Finding her slumped over the kitchen table, slowly pulling her up and navigating themselves back to the bedroom. Carefully laying her down, Chloe immediately snuggled up to the pillow. Beca gently shook her awake, "Hey I've brought you some clothes to change into; the dress you're wearing will be hard for you to move in"
Chloe sleepily took it and unzipped herself, Beca swiftly turned her back around.
"Not infront of me!"
"I have nothing to be ashamed about," Chloe quipped. Clearly not, her doctor has definitely been keeping healthy and fit. As Beca turned to leave, a soft hand slowly stopped her.
"Come sleep here, you can't sleep on the couch or whatever place you'll stuff yourself into." Mumbled Chloe. Beca glanced at the space, it was enough for the both of them. Sensing Beca's discomfort, Chloe huffed "Oh please, I'll keep my clothes on"
Beca too tired to fight it, slumped over her side of the bed. As her body hit the sheets, Chloe put a sleepy arm around her.
"What are you doing?"
"This is called a cuddle"
"I know that, but why are you …" Chloe snuggled her head inbetween Beca's neck and shoulder finding a comfortable spot.
"Shhh pillows don't talk" Chloe murmured into Beca's neck as if that ended the conversation.
An odd thought passed through Beca's mind; she rarely felt comfortable with anyone physically, but this was kinda nice. Maybe it was in the state of vulnerable drunkenness that Beca assumed her role of watching over Chloe – she tried to reason with herself while enjoying the warmth seeped off of the redhead.