The Weight of Unraveling
Part 5
Beca and Chloe were seemingly suspended in space. Moments slipped away, and then Beca said, "You're really pretty, did you know that?"
"I am?" the older girl let her fingers slide down Beca's jaw again. "I think you are much prettier."
"Tell me more."
A smile. "The way your eyes sparkle when you're happy. The way you fidget when you're nervous. The way you sing." Her fingers traced the outline of Beca's jaw. She took a deep breath. "The shape of your lips. How you lick them before you speak." Another hesitation. "We should nap. Please."
"No. Go on. Tell me more."
Chloe's eyebrows furrowed. "Beca..."
A moment like this was far overdue, and there was absolutely no way that Beca was about to let it get prematurely cut short. She brought her hand up and wrapped it around the other girl's jaw, and guided her near, so their faces were in close proximity. Then, in the reduced distance, she said again, "Tell me more Chloe."
"I like how you tense when I touch you. The way your breath catches when I put my lips to your ear. I love the way you smell- like cinnamon and vanilla. The way you move your hand to the beat when you improv at the acca-practices. How you get hot-headed when Aubrey bosses you around. The tattoos on your back. The piercings in your right ear, and the lack of piercings in your left ear." Chloe paused, lowered her face even more, proping herself up with both hands, her legs to one side, so she was laying diagonally above her. "Is this what you want to hear?"
Beca could feel Chloe's breath on her lips, and her heart was practically thudding against her ribs. She closed her eyes, and then reopened them slowly, sort of drunkenly. Somewhere it was still raining, still storming. She didn't care. She twisted some of Chloe's hair around her index finger and then released it. She drug her fingertips from the girls temple to her chin. "More," she prompted.
"I like the way your fingers feel on my skin."
"You do?"
Wrapping her hand around the younger girls wrist, and balancing on one hand, she brought Beca's hand to her waist, guiding it under her shirt, so that her palm was flush with the skin of her waist. "How long have you wanted to touch me, Beca?"
It was a loaded question. Responding with the correct answer blew Beca's cover. They could still recover from this. She could still get away, run back to her room and hide under a cloak of hetersexuality. But. Then. She could take the risk. God knew she was dying to. "How long have you wanted me to touch you?" she replied, evenly. She pushed her hand up a little further, felt the impression of the other girl's ribs beneath her skin. She traced them slowly, carefully.
Chloe's eyes fluttered closed, and she focused on how close Beca's hand was to her breast. She breathed in jaggedly, already much too excited. And then she offered, "Pretty much since the day I met you."
Beca slid her other hand up, lifted the front of Chloe's tee, exposing the entirety of her stomach. She drug her other hand down the length of it, hooked her fingers in the band of her pants, and then, when her fingers collided with bare skin instead of the band of her panties, she yanked back. "I'm sorry," she mouthed, "I forgot..." Their eyes met and they were thrown into a long moment of indecision. The tension was amazing as the skirted the line between whatever it was they were and whatever it was they could be. Neither of them were breathing normally. It was if those seconds extended on into eternity.
And then, as quickly as it had formed, the tension broke, and their mouths crashed together in a heated kiss. Chloe's body lowered, pressed against Beca's, and their hands tangled in each other's still damp hair. Moments passed and then Chloe's tongue slid across Beca's lower lip and their lips parted, allowing them to pushing sighs into each other's mouths. The kiss heated up. Chloe's hands left Beca's face and ran down her shoulders, to her arms. She slid one hand under Beca's back and held her closer. Their legs kicked at the covers until the sheets were tangled. Still, neither of them cared.
Eventually, their lips strayed, or Chloe's did, kissing along Beca's jaw, down her throat, to her collar bones. Her hands pushed the cheerleading shirt up, and her fingers traced her navel, her rib cage, dared to climb higher. The DJ grabbed the other girl's face, brought her back into another kiss, her back arching just slightly at the redhead's touch. Chloe's leg pushed between Beca's thighs and at the contact, the brunette moaned. And then it was over.
Chloe rolled off of her, laying on her back, catching her breath. "We have to stop," she said, trying her best to get the sound of Beca's moan out of her head.
Beca's head was spinning, her mind was reeling, and her body was on fire with want. She put her hands over her eyes and sucked in a breath as deeply as she could, before letting it snake back out between her lips. "Shit," she fiinally said. "What was that?"
"Good question."
"Should I leave?"
"No." Chloe got up, slipped off the bed, and blew out the candles. She locked the door, and then crawled back up, slid back under the covers, shook them back untangled, and then pulled Beca's back to her. "Nap with me," she said, "We'll figure out everything else when we wake up."
About a million thoughts were tumbling around in Beca's mind. "I don't know if I can sleep right now," she admitted.
"Why?"
"You know why."
Chloe bit her bottom lip, remembering the way Beca's mouth had tasted.. How her hands had felt on her abdomen. She wanted more. She really, really wanted more. "Tell me that you wanted that as badly as I did."
"You have no idea."