A/N: You've asked and I've answered :) Here is the second drabble of Dark Paradise… It's dark… very dark… and it's only going to get worse. Consider that your warning.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect and Dark Paradise belongs to Lana Del Rey

Beca watched her from the back of the mini-bus. She was always watching her, always aware. Her head was bowed and her entire body was turned to face the window, to stare out at the scenery as they drove home. There was a slight hunch to her shoulders and an occasional shudder. She was crying. She was hurt.

Beca was torn, as she always was when Chloe was in pain that she'd inflicted. She was desperate to cover the distance between them, pull the redhead into her arms and kiss the pain away. She was also desperate to add to the damage, make it worse, make her implode... make her leave. But Chloe never left, and that made Beca love her even more. That made Beca push her even further away.

She turned, meeting the eyes that had been burning the side of her head. They were the stormy green that haunted her at night when she was reconsidering her actions. They were the judging green that always seemed to know what she was doing, what her real intentions were. They were the protective green that promised to inflict the same physical pain on Beca that she was creating emotionally in Chloe. Beca swallowed, clenching her jaw and stealing herself.

Stacie's sigh was heavy and loud, filling the silence in the mini-bus as she stood, ending her glaring contest with her captain and claiming the empty seat next to the once-bubbly redhead. A particular harsh shake of shoulders spoke volumes and Stacie pulled the sad senior into her arms, stroking one hand through wavy locks and pressing a light kiss to Chloe's temple.

"She doesn't deserve you."

It was whispered but it carried all the way to Beca's heart, twisting it sharply.

"Let her go."

A sniffle. Beca braced herself, ears alert and ready for the answer, for the moment when Chloe would finally admit defeat and leave, reserving her own heart.

"S-she didn't d-do anything wrong."

But she had. And everyone knew it. It hadn't been intentional at first, the flirting, it had simply happened. The gorgeous specimen of a woman had been towering, intimating, the two co-captains. It had been subtle and it had been quick, but Beca had felt it. A small touch of her hand and pleading blue eyes begging Beca to be the captain she should be and protect the honour of the Bellas. And that is exactly what she would have done... had the hand, the small touch, not burned her skin and begun a fire that roared through Beca's body, surrounding and swallowing her heart, demanding to be acted on. Jesse hadn't been there, hadn't been able to provide his body as a tool for because to use as a stake to Chloe's heart, but the German had been. So Beca had flirted. It had been an awkward display filled with a series of compliments. The Bellas had been able to accept it as Beca being Beca... whatever that meant. But not Chloe... and not Stacie.

"She didn't mean i-it."

Beca mirrored Stacie's sigh and slouched back in the bench chair. On the outside she told a story of disappointment, but on the inside? That's where she was grateful. Not even flirting with a woman, with the enemy, while standing by Chloe's side could drive her away. She would be there forever, torturing each other, supporting each other, loving each other...

"She called her physically flawless." Stacie's voice was soft but there was an edge to it, a pleading, a desire for Chloe to listen, to wake up and see what was really happening, the damage Beca was inflicting on them both.

A shrug. "It's Beca."

That answer meant both nothing and everything. It meant that Beca was forgiven for flirting with a stunning woman right in front of Chloe. It meant that Beca wasn't held accountable for her actions. It meant that it was Beca, and Chloe loved Beca, and that was all that really mattered.

Stacie sighed again. This fight was lost. She tightened her hold on her friend, resting her chin in the crook of her neck. Hate-filled green eyes met dark blue once more.

Those same eyes could do nothing but watch from her open bedroom as the short brunette crept down the stairs from the room she shared with Amy and snuck into Chloe's room in the dead of the night. She rolled over, sunk her head into her pillow, and dreamed of a new reality.

Beca opened the door, peaking an eye into the untouched darkness and glancing at the solitary bed in the room. The moon highlighted the slumbering figure, giving her a ghostly, angelic glow that although stunning did nothing compared to the way she sparkled in the brilliant sunshine. Chloe belonged to the day, but Beca belonged to the shadows. She didn't need permission. She crossed the floor, pulled back the pink comforter, and slipped into the warm bed.

"Hey." The whisper carried, circling the room and echoing in the silence. It was tinged with pain, still lingering from the car show and bus ride, but it was also filled with affection and genuine love.

Beca didn't answer, even though she should. Even though Chloe deserved an explanation, a reason, an apology, Beca gave her nothing. She simply rolled onto her back, arms to her sides, eyes focused on the glowing stars Chloe had stuck to the roof, as she waited.

The redhead moved quickly, knowing what was wanted, needed, just as she always did. She tucked herself into the smaller woman, wrapping her tightly into her arms and weaving a hand into dark locks. She buried her head in the crook of her neck, pressing light kisses to the skin there.

Beca didn't react, refused to move, instead letting Chloe hold her, comfort her, and protect her, while she kept her own arms to her sides and lapped up everything the redhead could give. And she gave so freely.

And when tears landed in the crevice of her shoulder, soaking into her neck, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to fall asleep. She only had a few hours before she'd need to sneak back out, leaving Chloe to wake up alone and wanting, missing yet another piece of her soul that had been given to the brunette under the cover of darkness.

A/N: Yep… that happened… I honestly didn't know I had this in me. Sorry folks. Office update is on its way too. Do we hate Beca yet? These chapters will keep being short little scene rewrites for Bechloe moments during PP2. Review, Follow, Fav, chat to me on Tumblr (awesam-blog). Peace.