A/N I may or may not look like a raccoon right now...for several reasons. Reasons better left untouched. We aren't finished yet. Thank you for your patience. Chapter 9 will be here sooner than you think. o_o

Chapter 8 No Regrets, Just Love.

"Somebody's hiding…"

Beca could not handle this frequent heart attack. Everything in her body tensed up. Her breath hitched. Beca bit down on her lip and closed her eyes tight—as if this would make the visitor on the outside of the tent go away.

Yeah no shit. People are definitely hiding.

It had been two weeks since Beca had her near death experience with her dinky lap top. As much fun as that was, Beca was trying desperately not to return to her mental asylum. All of this had been incredibly overwhelming. All she did was mull over who blackwhiteandRED was, who Guest was—were they in fact the same person? Were they both Chloe? How else could Guest respond that way suddenly? 'RED' was in all caps, dumbass. Was her story truly that obvious? It had to be Chloe. Why else would she have said "kiss me." The fuck! How did Chloe find out she had been writing this? She must have gotten clarification in the dorm room that day. Chloe totally seemed like the type of girl that would read Fan Fiction. Perhaps it was her lady jam. Was Beca her lady jam?!

SHUT UP. I can't do this again!

Perhaps this is why she had been avoiding Chloe. Perhaps this is why she rarely kept her phone on her now. Perhaps this is why she ended her relationship with Jesse.

Perhaps this is why she opted to stay in the tent as the other girls continued to party when gaining their second wind.

She needed space. Well, that's not true. She needed answers. But for now, she was choosing solitude—to lose her mind in. She was also genuinely frightened of Chloe right now.

She couldn't understand why she came along on this trip. I mean, she did, but she didn't. Aubrey seemed to think that it was necessary, for Beca had been distant—more so than usual—more so than ever before. She was also post-break up. Now, more than ever, their fearless leader thought it would be a good time to refresh their sound. Beca had avoided any and all rehearsals and hang outs with the Bellas. She was avoiding Red, as Beca now called her. She was there now, though. No turning back. More importantly, it was for her. She had to go. Sure. That didn't stop her reluctance from showing during the fun activities Aubrey had them do—especially as she maintained her massive bitch face going down the massive water slide. That didn't stop her awkwardness around Chloe at the slightest touch on the log/balance exercise. It was all incredibly off.

Beca had a hard time with this next part. So much had happened. She was struck with the sudden realization that she had feelings for another woman. Not another woman, Chloe Beale. Soon after that, she was hit with the fact that this woman, nay, Chloe Beale, was aware of those feelings. All from writing a stupid story. All from feeling out her creativity, her secret desire, her…self. Though, Beca DID choose to make it public. Did she want to be caught?

Stop it, Beca.

She really couldn't get into this again. There were a million different roads to take after getting her latest review. She couldn't get in to that now. She needed to focus on the fact that Chloe was now unzipping the wall, now coming into the tent, and now how fucking terrified she was.

"No—I'm not. I mean I'm not hiding." Beca stammered out.

One could write this off as a coincidence. If they really and truly wanted to, they could. So it makes complete sense that when Beca felt the red head nestle down next to her, her own vision was graced with Chloe's lips when she turned over. Complete and total sense, right?

I called this shit forever ago. She wants to kill me.

Beca had to give Chloe credit. Like always, this girl knew how to work the system, and she knew how to rile Beca up. She had been relentless, she had been masterful, and she had been a genius. Chloe was helping to guide Beca to a happier life, all by slowly manipulating her to come to terms with her own feelings. Everyone knew how oblivious the small DJ was, and she just needed subtle help. Okay, a lot of it, to the point where there was a demand out there now, a simple request. Not even a request, a statement.

Then kiss me…

Chloe was never one to shy away. She had always been bold. This must be why, even now, that she would choose to lay herself this way in this tent with Beca. She needed her lips to be Beca's literal vision. She needed it to be painfully obvious. She needed Beca to remember the task at hand.

It was as if Chloe needed her artist to remember her constructive criticism, a remark that would undeniably allow her story more success.

Beca was open to suggestions with her Fan Fic, after all.

Chloe didn't say anything. Neither did Beca. The two lay in this upside down position. That was Beca's world now. Upside down. It was as if they were both waiting for the next move. They were both secretly aware of what was between them. They were both aware that Beca's Fan Fiction was a testament to Chloe, a lover letter. That Chloe had been Beca's muse all along.

The evening was rather cool. Damp. Chilly. Chloe wore a sweater, Beca wore a blue t-shirt. She was always hot-natured. The two girls lay in the tent, hearing the Bellas outside laughing and giggling. They were having a fun time at this retreat.

"You are absolutely hiding, Mitchell." Chloe said finally, breaking the daring silence.

"No, I'm just tired." Beca said, feeling incredibly nervous. Chloe was always working her way in past Beca's walls.

"I don't believe you." Chloe smirked. "Why are you avoiding me?"

"I'm not avoiding you, Cho."

"Liar."

"I'm not."

"Then why are you alone in this huge tent, begging for me to find you?"

"That wouldn't be avoiding you then, would it?"

Damn it.

Had Beca really been asking for this? Again? Her subconscious was a Jedi. Fuck.

Silence fell upon the tent once more, even though there was a very audible party happening outside of it. For some reason, this chilly, damp tent was shelter for quite the situation, thus creating a completely separate world from the party outside. Perhaps the tent wasn't the reason at all, but simply that the two girls couldn't escape their desire for one another. Everything fell right away. One thing was painfully obvious to Beca, still. Right in front of her.

Chloe's lips—what a concept.

Beca swallowed hard.

No one could be that lucky, could they? Having lips like that? Not even Emily Blunt. She was incredibly close though, come on. Beca gave her character absolute credit. But now, now it was reality. Now, her character had risen from the pages of her dinky, scratched up lap top. Now, Beca had to play the part, versus creating the part.

Role reversal, pitches!

Beca soon apologized silently, in her head, for saying that. For some reason she felt like hundreds of people heard her. She shook her head and focused at the task at hand. The view, rather.

Chloe had lips that could take over the world, if she wanted. But she seemed to choose not to.

Fuck. She's like Superman.

Just like the end of her last chapter, Andrea needed to kiss the girl. Kiss the girl that she slowly realized she loved. Was the author to build anticipation now? Move in slowly?

Hell no. It's like everyone has been waiting for me to kiss the girl. Quit stalling! Sack up dude!

"Becs?" Chloe breathed out, taking the tips of her fingers and lightly touching the top of Beca's forehead.

"Do you need to talk about it, what happened with him?"

Beca felt her touch, as gentle and brief as it was, and seemingly bucked her head in response, moving her head into Chloe's hand—suggesting that she liked it. Chloe's eyes lingered over Beca's whole face, curiously. Beca's eyes were completely focused on those damn super lips.

Please continue…

She was tired of talking. She was tired of THINKING. She knew what the answer was. She needed to get on with it. Scared or not, she had to. Stories couldn't continue to drag. Stories need leaps of faith.

"Beca?" Chloe whispered, trailing her single finger along Beca's hair line, causing the smaller girl to feel chills that came with it. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking how I need to satisfy you, once and for all." Beca said to her frustrating reader.

Beca moved her own lips up to meet Chloe's—having to raise her head and shift her weight forward. She instantly captured Chloe's bottom lip with both of her own. Chloe's bottom lip, being slightly fuller than the top, was quite a rush to take it. She sucked on it, pulling it deep into her mouth, savoring every taste. Chloe obliged, just as Beca assumed she would, and allowed the smaller girl to hold onto her lip. Though this was scary new to the DJ, she felt like she knew where she was going. The creator was taking full advantage, finally.

Beca sucked on her lip while taking a deep breath in through her nose, pulling back a bit, grazing her bottom teeth against this lip gently…as she began to pull away. The thin walls of the tent seemed to allow quite an echo as the two pairs of lips pulled apart—causing a smacking sound. The tent also captured Chloe's whimper that she breathed out, a result from the kiss. Both girls seemed to really hear this, and their eyes grew darker.

Beca placed her hand on Chloe's cheek and moved up to her lips again. She took the top lip and moved her own lips around it, giving this second lip a fair shot. She sucked on it lightly, then before pulling away, she moved in deeper. Chloe began to work her mouth back against Beca's, molding to hers in response. The two began to really work into this kiss—interesting as it was being upside down. Beca, still being the author that she was, rolled over to her stomach, thus causing her head to be above Chloe's. She got on all fours and continued to kiss the red head—who was now lying flat on her back. Beca ran her tongue along Chloe's swollen lips. She used the tip of her tongue to nip, and flick. Chloe gave in and allowed the DJ to slide her feisty tongue into her mouth.

With this new access, Beca slid hers right along Chloe's tongue, and began to massage it. Chloe hummed with approval, and reached her hands up to the back of Beca's head. Her fingers slid into Beca's dark hair. Chloe slowly tugged at Beca's hair tie and let her hair fall loose from the messy bun. Beca's hair moved around Chloe's face, allowing the red head to take in the scent of this wonderful girl. She held on to Beca's head for dear life.

Beca raised her lips again, and kissed Chloe's chin. She moved back and kissed her hard, and passionately. As air started to become an issue, the two worked with each other to pull apart and breathe, however they couldn't stand it. Sometimes Beca wouldn't allow Chloe to turn away, thus causing her to moan into her mouth. Beca moved her lips up to Chloe's collar bone, trailing wet kisses along both. Her slight movement up—or down—Chloe's body, caused Beca's breasts to move to her face, taunting the red head. Chloe sighed—and Beca heard it.

"Any suggestions?" Beca asked in a husky tone to her reader.

"Take off your fucking shirt." Chloe demanded breathlessly.

"Good idea." Beca said, smirking. She raised herself off of the girl and took off her shirt.

"And the bra, Mitchell."

Beca was surprised at the quick response. Chloe seemed rather hot and bothered.

"I'm open to that." Beca said softly, undoing the clasp of her bra and sliding it off. She felt the cool night air dance along her bare torso. Her nipples were erect from the sheer chill—chill from both temperature and girl.

"I will need to edit a bit with the sudden changes, I'm afraid." Beca said, moving down to Chloe again. Beca's bare breasts moved into the girl's face. Beca felt a moan escape from her throat when she felt Chloe's warm tongue sliding along them now. Beca reached for the bottom of Chloe sweater and pulled back, and with a little correspondence from the red head, soon Chloe was bare as well. Beca looked down at Chloe with her head near her knees. Chloe beamed up at Beca, and bit her lip and she watched Beca stare at her exposed breasts. Chloe moved her hand to Beca's right knee that was near her ear. She moved circles against the smaller girl's leg.

"Don't stop, baby." Chloe murmured.

Of course she wanted more. What else was new?

"Sorry, just, taking you in. It's…"

"Long time coming, I agree."

"Need a little moment to prepare." Beca said, smiling.

"You're doing great." Chloe giggled.

"Wasn't expecting that, Beale. So you want me to continue like this?"

"Fuck me." Chloe shot back instantly.

With a groan, Beca moved down Chloe's stomach, sliding a trail down her stomach, moving to Chloe's bottom. Beca nipped her teeth at the lining of Chloe's pants. She was on all fours holding herself up, when suddenly she nearly fell down completely as she felt Chloe's mouth moving to her own waist, mimicking these actions.

This will be challenging. Most challenging chapter yet. Fuck.

Beca needed to hold her own, but this girl could easily finish her right now. Confidence, she needed to keep her confidence and fuck Chloe, fuck her good. Please her. She wanted the best review possible.

Both girls hurriedly removed their pants and underwear, moving back into their 69. Chloe reached her arms around the waist above her and hugged on to it. She brought Beca's body down closer to her mouth. She simply planted small kisses along Beca's thighs, and every so often, she would graze her teeth along them. Beca had a hard time holding herself up, for everything felt so good. She shook her head and regained focus, moving down to Chloe's beautiful folds. She kissed all around, moving the tip of her nose to graze over Chloe's opening. As she did this, she heard Chloe moan out. She also felt Chloe's warm breath on her waist when she did.

Both girls began to tremble, as both were incredibly wet and needy. The tent seemed to capture and retain all moisture, as the pair began to glisten with sweat—working their mouths over each other's lower halves, neither one going right in. Both equally teasing. It was Beca who moved in first, as promised, to her reader.

Beca slipped her tongue in through the girl's wet folds, instantly being greeted with Chloe's taste. It was more than anything Beca could have dreamed up. The reality of this woman's taste was incredible. Why had she not been doing this the whole time?

"F-fuck Beca…I…Oh my…" Chloe stammered, breathing heavily. Her head fell back as her hands moved to the back of Beca's thighs. As Beca continued to work her tongue along Chloe's clit, she used a free hand—shifting her weight on to the other, and used her finger tips to graze Chloe's thighs—almost tickling her.

"OH GOD BECA!" Chloe moaned loudly. Chloe was weak and couldn't seem to raise her head again. She barely managed to keep it together as the DJ worked her tongue deep into girl. This angered her somehow. Her frustration was building and she was so close. What could she do?! Chloe reached up and inserted two fingers quickly into Beca.

"OH FUCK!" Beca cried out through gritted teeth, raising her head in reaction.

Beca felt the red head work her eager fingers into her core, suddenly. Pumping in and out, quickly. The sensation was unbelievable. Nothing like she had ever felt before. This had to be what it was, what it was to feel pleasure. Beca grit her teeth and moved her mouth back to Chloe's center, and worked just as hard as those fingers were. Both girls began to match the rhythm, both girls clenching their whole bodies, trembling, sweating. It was almost unbearable.

Both girls came together. They cried out loudly. They did their best to help each other ride out their high; however that was also very difficult. It was a blur. It was overwhelming. It was messy. It was pretty good.

Beca finally fell down, and moved to Chloe's side. Both girls panting, they lay looking up to the top of the tent. Beca raised her hands to her hair and grabbed hold.

"Holy shit." She breathed out.

"—I know." Chloe whined.

They breathed out together for a little while longer before Chloe got up and moved herself around—equal to Beca now. She laid herself beside the DJ and beamed at her.

"That was amazing, Beca. You're so good. You're amazing." She kissed the small DJ's flushed cheek.

Beca felt herself smiling before she even registered that she was smiling. The effect this Beale girl had on her…it was a little ridiculous.

Beca in turn wrapped her arms around Chloe, thus allowing the two to hold each other. This had been Beca's first time with a girl, and though she had reservations for a million fucking reasons, it seemed to have gone better than she could have ever thought. She finally gave in to herself. She finally owned up to her feelings for Chloe. She was finally, well, rewarded. Not only was this release needed, it was everything. A release from her mind. A physical act.

"Thank God for Fan Fiction, am I right?" Beca chuckled, jokingly.

Chloe giggled and shook her head.

"I mean really. What the hell? Crazy right?"

"How do you mean, Becs?" Chloe smiled.

"I didn't even realize I was writing about you. I just thought it was an interesting hobby. I don't know."

"You don't know?" Chloe asked softly.

"I didn't know. Now I know. Maybe I always did. But my God, Chlo. I love you. I really do. Wow!" Beca said, chuckling again. What a release it truly was.

Chloe fell silent. She stopped giggling. Beca noticed and looked up at her. Chloe's eyes were beginning to well up with tears.

"You love me?" She whispered.

Suddenly things weren't so funny. Beca looked deep into the other girl's eyes, realizing how incredibly big this was. She smiled warmly.

"I love you Chloe."

"I—I have loved you for so fucking long…" Chloe said softly.

Beca raised her head up instantly and kissed Chloe deeply. The two continued to kiss each other, taking moments to look into each other's eyes, remembering this moment. They finally came to a good point, finished their loving kisses, and looked at each other before nestling back into their embrace.

"My goodness, this night. What even!" Chloe giggled excitedly.

"I know, baby." Beca chuckled in return. Both were incredibly excited.

"—But what's Fan Fiction, Becs?"