Chloe's drifting off to sleep when she hears the knock on the bedroom door. She sits up and rubs her sleep-bleary eyes and nearly knocks over something by the bedside table. Then she sees Beca and lights up, a wide, shit-eating grin spreading across her face like wildfire. Beca walks over and plants a sloppy kiss on Chloe's forehead. "Sorry for waking you."
Chloe doesn't even bother to reply, just grabs Beca by the waist and tugs, hard. Beca lands with a thump right on top of Chloe. "Oomph, hey what was tha-" Chloe leans upwards and cuts her off with a quick, searing kiss. Beca growls and goes in for another one. Chloe lets out a small 'mmphh' in surprise, but wastes no time in pulling Beca closer, arms wrapping themselves tight and snug around her waist. The kiss deepens - gets hard and fast and breathless - Beca's hands get tangled up in Chloe's hair; they're both breathing hard now, their bodies rise and fall like the shifting sands of a vast hot desert.
Beca pulls away briefly - "Can I-" she stops, realising how inefficient words are, and jerks off her shirt instead. Chloe blinks once at Beca's nearly-bare torso, swallows, then shimmies out of her loose tank top. "You're beautiful," Beca whispers, slightly hoarse, and tilts her head down to plant a kiss on Chloe's stomach. Chloe nudges her upward and their mouths meet again. The kiss starts slow and sweet until their patience crumbles, and the resume their relentless pace. Chloe runs her hands down Beca's back, exploring the expanse of her skin, the feel of her flesh, the ripple of tense muscles as she grinds and shifts against Chloe's body. Beca's hands wander down to Chloe's bra and, without warning, slips underneath. She flicks her thumb across a hard nipple and gets a soft moan in response; Beca can feel Chloe's stomach muscles clench and unclench, continues moving her hand underneath Chloe's bra until the redhead bucks her hips and gasps.
Beca opens her mouth to say something, but Chloe presses a kiss to her lips and flips them over. Beca blinks, then bites down a moan when Chloe starts kissing her way down her navel to her hips and the sides of her thigh. It's only when Chloe's fingers slip underneath her underwear and finds her clit that Beca yelps and bucks, sending them both tumbling off the bed. They land in a tangled heap on the ground. Beca's eyes fly open in surprise. Chloe bursts out laughing and plants a sloppy kiss to the tip of Beca's nose. "You're elbowing my stomach," she says, the corners of her blue eyes crinkling slightly. Beca laughs too and rolls over so that she's no longer directly on top of Chloe. "Sorry."
Chloe pulls her into a loose embrace and kisses her again, this time on her forehead. Beca smiles and stares down at her, the tension in her body gone now, replaced by warmth and a lazy contentment that spreads across her face in a wide, goofy grin. Chloe smiles back at her, features soft and stunning in the darkness. Beca runs a hand through the tangles in Chloe's hair, then whispers, "I'm getting a backache."
Chloe rolls her eyes, but gets to her feet, pulling the smaller woman up after her. They pull on their shirts and get under the covers, wedged tightly together in the small bed. "I promise I won't fall off the bed next time," Beca says.
Chloe smiles. "You better not," She says. They fall asleep moments later, Beca's arm slung low across Chloe's body, a smile still clinging on to her lips.
…
Chloe wakes up to sunlight streaming in from the windows. Beca has stolen all the covers and is wrapped tight like a dumpling. She looks breathtaking in the morning light. Chloe can't resist pressing a light kiss to Beca's forehead before siting up and reaching for her phone to switch the alarm off.
The shift in balance wakes Beca up. She squints at Chloe and frowns. "T'much light," she mumbles, rolling over so she can bury her face into the pillow. Then, added as an afterthought, directed more to the pillow than to Chloe herself, "G'morning, Beale."
Chloe smiles. "Morning," She says. "Sorry I woke you." The redhead was usually pretty chipper, even at 8 a.m. in the morning, but today she was practically radiant.
"S'alright," comes Beca's muffled reply. She flops back to face Chloe. Her eyes are still tightly shut, but she's smiling now. "Las' night was great."
Chloe's smile widens. "It was," she agrees. "You don't have to get up," She says gently, sliding off the side of the bed. "I just have to get to work." Beca frowns at the word, but sits up as well, rubbing her bleary eyes. She follows Chloe into the kitchen and watches as she makes them some coffee. Chloe hums something under her breath as she works and it takes Beca's sleep-addled brain some time to realise what it is but as soon as she does, she's humming along to it as well. Chloe grins at her and starts singing in earnest. Before long, she's got Beca off the countertop and dancing with her, twirling and shimmying across the kitchen floor and giggling like they're young again and back in school.
They stop when they run out of breath. Chloe shoots Beca an amused sideways glance. Beca pulls a face. "The more I hang out with you, the more ridiculous I become," She growls, taking a swig of coffee from the mug closest to her.
Chloe laughs. "You're doomed, Mitchell. This is the beginning of the end."
…
That evening, Chloe returns home to Beca sprawled across the living room sofa, tapping away on her computer with her headphones on. She puts her keys on the table and plops down next to her. "Hey," She says, taking off her coat.
Beca turns and smiles at Chloe, sliding her headphones off so they hung lopsidedly around her neck. "I bought some Chinese takeaway," Beca informs her, gesturing at the white cardboard boxes on the coffee table. Chloe sighs happily and grabs a box, leaning back into the sofa. She's halfway through her first mouthful of noodle when her cellphone begins to ring. It's Aubrey.
"Next Friday, the twenty sixth! Do you know what day that is?" She demands, in lieu of a hello. Chloe blinks, but before she has the chance to answer, Aubrey huffs impatiently and continues. "It's our aca-versary!" She says.
"Er.. Anniversary for what exactly- oh! Right," Chloe smiles at the memory. "The first year we won Nationals."
Nearly nine hundred miles apart, Beca and Aubrey both roll their eyes in perfect synchrony. "I can't believe you nearly forgot," says the former Barden Bellas captain.
"I can't believe you actually remember that," says the other former Barden Bellas captain.
Chloe snorts. Beca feels her phone vibrate from underneath some cushions and fishes it out. "YO BECS," Fat Amy yells.
"Dude! I haven't aged eighty years since you last saw me face-to-face. You don't have to yell at me like I've gone deaf," Beca grumbles.
"Don't be such a grouch, I bring good tidings and cheer!" Fat Amy says, and Beca has to resist the urge to roll her eyes at the phrase. "LILLY'S GETTING MARRIED!"
"What?! Did she threaten the guy at gunpoint? Why didn't she call to tell me herself?"
"Apparently she did, but you hung up on her," Fat Amy said.
Beca frowns, remembering the strange phone call she'd gotten earlier that day, where all her attempts at saying 'hello' had been met with strange eery silence and occasional squeaking noises. She thought her network connection was being messed up. "Oh. Whoops. Should've known it was Lilly. So who's this guy she's marrying?"
Fat Amy might have tried to provide more details but Beca doesn't catch it because Chloe squeals and yells, "BECS! LILLY'S GETTING MARRIED!" She gestures excitedly at her phone, as if Lilly herself lived in the confines of her phone screen and could be summoned into their living room if she pointed at it enthusiastically enough.
"What's with everyone thinking I'm deaf?" Beca asks, aiming for grouchiness but ending up sounding affectionate, because it's Chloe-bloody sunshine-Beale she's talking to. Chloe grins and rests her head on Beca's shoulder. They go back to their respective phone conversations. Chloe's hand slides onto Beca's lap and rests there comfortably, all innocence and tenderness and pink nail polish. Beca eyes it, but swallows and says nothing.
"...You should marry Chloe while you're there. You know, throw a double wedding." Says Fat Amy. "Cause nobody wants to fly up to bloody New York when it eventually happens. Plus, weddings are expensive. You can leach off of Lilly's parents' if you combine your wedding with hers. Did you know they own fifty potato farms in Japan? Anyway, so it'll be like, a triple event. Lilly's marriage, your marriage, and the aca-versary."
"No thanks," Beca says.
"Suit yourself," Fat Amy sniffs. "Nobody ever takes my genius ideas. Anyway - get your skinny ass down to Georgia by the twenty sixth. Everyone'll be there, including Lilly's mystery groom."
"Obviously, he's the groom," Beca says. As if in revenge for her snark, Fat Amy steers the conversation to Chloe and teases Beca so much that she turns pink. Chloe glances over at her, eyebrows raised. She's already done with her phone call and is back to eating her noodles. Beca pulls a face at her and scowls into the phone. Fat Amy cackles with glee and manages to squeeze in another dirty comment before Beca stabs the end-call button and tosses her phone aside in disgust.
Chloe scoots closer to her and plants a sneaky kiss on Beca's cheek. "Atlanta, here we come!"