Update: Chemistry is STILL kicking my ass :)
Chapter Seventeen- New Presents: Part 2
Friday November 3, 6:23 PM
As obvious as it really is, Chloe is explicitly aware that Beca is ultra famous after many encounters with fans, magazine covers and two itunes top 100 singles that constantly played nonstop throughout every single station on the radio. But receiving free, floor level seats to the biggest Lakers game of postseason as they take on rivals, the Boston Celtics all while Beca is preparing to sing the national anthem.
It is almost too surreal to grasp for Chloe as she is escorted (freaking escorted by actual body guards who have been hired by Beca) around the one and only Staples Center, hiding under hats and glasses to make both their appearances less noticeable and flooded under the blinding flashes from cameras the paparazzi's are shoving down their throats..
The grip on Chloe's hand never loosens as they guide their way through the venue and more times than necessary, Beca takes a checking glimpse over towards Chloe, just to make sure she isn't too overwhelmed by all the attention they have tonight. Chloe though reassures her with a smile, letting Beca know that she is indeed going to lose her eyesight, thanks to the flashes (yay for sunglasses in doors now that she has hit that level of fame because of their relationship and it has became socially acceptable. How freaking cool is that?) but is fine other than that.
Actually, she's more than fine. Perfect even.
It's not everyday she gets to be treated like a celebrity living in Beverly Hills. Yesterday, she signed her very first combined autograph with Beca on this young girl's laptop case who claimed to be thee biggest Bechloe fan on the internet. If that's not something to feel giddy about, she doesn't know what is.
She honestly can't wait to tell her students all these stories.
The past few days after Halloween have been more than a perfect vacation. The time they had alone and after her brief conversation with her mom, Chloe was honest about her thoughts regarding all the eyes from Beca's fans that have been brought to her name. It's definitely not easy going from unnoticed to being mentioned in magazines, interviews and randomly getting pictures taken of when having a casual day out but being a hundred percent honest and talking to Beca about it all really made it seem far less bigger than it actually is.
Beca, of course, comes out apologizing first for what the media has done to their relationship with broadcasting it anywhere and everywhere and if it was up to her, she'd keep everything that they do in private for only her and Chloe to see. Beca takes the words right out of Chloe's mouth and explains how it might be hard to get use to at first but she is pretty good on keeping the press and fans away. It's all about politeness and respect around these two deals and hopefully doing this will give them a bit of a breather away from the cameras.
Tonight on the other hand as the word got around the street about Beca singing, it's almost impossible to walk a few feet without a picture being taken. Chloe doesn't really mind too much, getting use to Beca's fans and feeling safe around everything under her girlfriend's strong grip. This is a big deal for Beca that she has spent every day since Cassidy's phone call reassuring Beca that she will not forget the lyrics, or mess up the freaking national anthem, Beca's words.
So, all the attention they get, Beca deserves it all. She's worked her ass off and Chloe isn't going to be the nagging problem she has to deal with regarding the amount on them when she has way bigger things to worry about.
Plus, all this attention is thrilling. Yes, she was popular in high school after being on the soccer team and participating a little bit in cheer. Even in college her name was known-which is more surprising than the fact that acapella nerds were more popular than football jocks. Anyway, Chloe has received some extra amp behind her name but nothing ever compare to this.
She can admit it's pretty fun.
The previous few days when they weren't talking about these concerns or too busy being couch potatoes and watching probably every Netflix series known to man, Beca took Chloe over to Atlantic to see the building and her own personal office. Of course arriving, Beca drops the bomb when bringing out a surprise guest who only turned out to be Ed Sheeran.
Yeah, that was the day Chloe nearly passed out in front of her most favorite musician, only adding to her book of embarrassing moments that sees to just get thicker and thicker. Thankfully, Beca was there to keep her respiratory system working and she didn't end up doing that. Impressed, she only fangirl once and that was when she shaked Ed's hand.
Sigh. Now that was exciting day.
Afterwards, Beca brought her into the booth where hundreds of celebrities get to sing and together, they produce their own version of "Closer" that she now has a personalized copy of and bragging rights to Aubrey who would give her right arm to sing in a booth.
There's a lot of laughing and it's not the most serious recording but it's sentimental and it makes her smile a lot when listening to it.
Back to present time though, Beca's guards shove and block them through crowds until they make it to their section. Eventually, they make it down to their seats and it's not a shock that other celebrities are sitting along the floor chairs as well. Most congratulate Beca for her singing tonight while Chloe almost has a stroke as it is Channing Tatum, dressed in a simple laker jersey and snap back, with a pair of jeans doing the congratulating. Others are simply movie stars who Beca doesn't know on a personal level and just continue to watch the two teams warm up on court.
"I think I'm going to throw up." Chloe chuckles hearing how dramatic Beca is being until she catches the shade of pale wash to her face and suddenly she's worried Beca might actually be serious.
"Hey," Chloe calls out when seeing Beca's eyes flash from left to right erratically and that nervous tick causing her leg to bounce uncontrollably. Lifting her eyes, Chloe is able to see the nerves pouring from those dark blue eyes and her heart cramps knowing how nervous Beca is.
"I'm sure you're sick of hearing this but Beca, you can sing and have one Hell of a voice. The national anthem is child's play compared to the masterpieces you create. You got this, baby." Chloe leans in to place a warming kiss over Beca's cheek and is happy to feel that same spot rising up into a smile. Just as she is pulling away to give Beca an extra comforting nod, a group of event staff escort her out to the middle of the court, ready to perform the most symbolic song in the books.
Just like always once the crowd settles down as they see Beca make her way out to the microphone stand place in front of a purple and yellow disk and a large replica of the American flag forming behind her, she starts off quiet. Gaining more confidence though as she gets deeper into the song, her voice becomes more powerful and the belted words echo against each wall of the stadium.
Mesmerized by Beca's raw, soothing voice, Chloe gradually lets her eyes fall shut, hand that's holding her Laker hat she recently just bought placed above her heart. Exceptional is a good word to sum up Beca. That or an anomaly.
And that's not because Chloe's her girlfriend and it's her job to say these things. But honest to God, everything Beca does never fails to leave Chloe absolutely speechless.
Out of the 7.125 billion people in the world, Chloe is able to get her hands on one astoning piece of treasure and till this day, she can never truly express how blessed she is to being able to call Beca her's.
It's during the "land of the free" lyrics when people start to applaud and whistle as Chloe is still slapped in the face with how raw and powerful Beca's voice is for such a small body frame.
Beautifully and most definitely going to be charted as one of the best performance when singing the national anthem, and no doubt will be trending on Youtube by morning, Beca finishes her performance with a killer last note, vibrato melting the insides of Chloe's stomach and leaving the crowd in awe as they scream their lungs out.
Chloe cheers the loudest-or so she thinks- and it's not a shocker really that her eyes start to become misty. She is strong enough though to keep the pent up tears inside unlike before, which is progress alone.
She also chuckles when Beca's body language screams timid as she takes her bow and waves out to the audience.
God, how cute can she be?
The game starts and it takes longer than Chloe thought for Beca to make it back down to the seats after magazines wanted pictures on top of pictures of her.
Who can blame them really?
Beca finally makes it back to her original seat and it doesn't take long before Chloe attacks her with a proud hug that wouldn't come as a shock if she squeezed Beca's eyes out.
"You didn't pull a Christina Aguilera and forget the lyrics," Chloe teases when she pulls away from the hug and can see Beca glowing with adrenaline and looking absolutely jaw dropping. "I'm so proud of you. I know I say it all the time but seriously Beca. You're something amazing."
Beca blushes; Chloe catches it last minute before Beca drops her face, probably trying to hide the red.
"Thanks Chlo. I'm really glad you're here. I-I honestly don't think I could've done it; the concert and this without you here."
"I don't believe that," Chloe counters without letting what Beca said affect her, or at least not letting it show. "You're Beca Mitchell and Beca Mitchell can do anything. You just did it, I saw with my own two eyes."
Beca snorts a smile, shaking her head, still blushing profusely which Chloe loves.
They watch the game and cheer along with others when the Lakers score a basket. Chloe appreciates basketball and occasionally will watch it with her brothers but her personally, she's more of a football, baseball type of girl. For Beca, she finds out that the girl is a no type of sports kind of girl and thinks it's ridiculously adorable when Beca has to constantly ask what this foul means, or "why does that guy get to shoot all by himself while everyone else just stands there and watches?"
Extremely talented but is she the brightest when it comes to sports? No, and that's what Chloe finds too cute for words.
Halftime comes and Chloe and Beca are too busy making googly eyes at one another to notice that both of their faces are now on the jumbo screen under the words "kiss cam" for everyone to see. It's only when Channing (freaking Tatum) nudges Beca's shoulder and points up to the screen when her eyes stretch to sauchers. "Kiss me" by Sixpence None the Richer blares from the overhead court speakers and makes the situation that much better.
Chloe, being one that has never been on the big screen before but has always wanted to takes advantage of this moment and wastes no time before she's pulling Beca into a public appropriate kiss. Their teeth mostly clank together because the both of them are laughing way too much. Cheers come from every direction of the stadium until the camera moves on to some other set of love birds.
And though the camera is long gone off them, their faces stay in close, emotion darting lasers between the contrasting blues of their eyes.
"Holy shit I love you so much," Beca whispers, each word casting over Chloe's lips as her hands pull and tug at Chloe's low braids.
"I love you too my superstar."
Weightless. That's how Chloe feels.
Never have these words had such an impact on Chloe but then again, never has she met someone as extraordinary as Beca.
Friday November 4, 7:34 AM (Group chat)
C: Hi :)
Stacie: Sup Ginger? Why are you texting so early? Shouldn't you be asleep?
C: I could ask you the same question! Lol
C: But nothing really :)
Aubrey: Don't believe her.
Aubrey: There's a reason why she's texting us so early, especially in a group chat. What do you want?
S: Bree, be nice
A: No seriously Chloe. What do you want?
C: Fine.
C: As you know, it's Beca's birthday and I want to make it as special as possible for her. I know she isn't a fan so to say of her birthday, but I want to change that
A: Okay? So what are you implying?
S: She's saying she wants to kick us out (of my own apartment, first of all) so she can give my best friend insane birthday sex ;)
S: Isn't that right?
C: Basically…
C: Please? I have breakfast planned already, hence why I'm up before Beca so I could cook something for her before we go over to Selena's and then after, I'm cooking a dinner (which I need help on) and you both can assume what is next on the agenda..
A: Oh my God.
S: Oh stop it, Bree! Very romantic and easy I must say. Beca will love it.
S: Bree, don't you want Chloe to finally have sex?! You should be gung-ho about this!
C: Thank you, thank you
C: I've waited too long to hit this level in our relationship.
C: To be put bluntly, I NEED to have sex with her
S: As long as you don't burn down my kitchen first..
A: Lol. Very true
C: Screw both of you guys! I've gotten a lot better at cooking since I've been with Beca. :(
A: Really? Because I live with you and recall the many failed and burnt attempts at dinner.
C: Whatever, irrelevant.
C: So you guys will leave me the apartment for tonight?
A: Where in the world are we going to sleep?
C: Yeah about that…
A: Chloe…
C: I already reserved you two a room at the Hampton Inn for tonight..
A: Chloe!
S: Oh that's perfect then! On top of the game, I see Gingy!
S: Lucky for you, our plans for tonight consist of dinner and Huntington Beach, so it works out perfectly :)
C: Awh! Date night?!
A: Friends Chloe..
S: Really GOOD friends ;)
C: I don't know why you guys don't date! Technically Aubrey, you have been sneaking off into Stacie's room to do God knows what ;)
C: On Halloween, I wasn't up for long, nor close enough to listen but I can take a rough guess as to what you two were doing ;)
A: This is ridiculous
A: I'm going back to bed
C: Don't run away from the truths, Bree!
C: What are you two doing up so early anyways? Getting an early cup of coffee? ;)
C: If you know what I mean ;)
A: Actually, no, I don't know what you mean.
C: Morning sex duh!
S: You could say that ;) and Bree you look so fucking cute flustered ;)
C: :O
C: So that means Aubrey spent the night in your room again!?
C: BREE!
A: Bye. I'm leaving this conversation.
S: Don't worry about tonight. After the party for Beca, we will be out of your hair :)
C: Thanks guys!
Chloe shuffles through the sheets until she is flipped and unplugging her phone from the charger. Sleeping like a baby, Beca is stomach down with her arms reached under the pillow she has her head on and her mouth is just slightly open that small puffs of air slip right through for Chloe to smile at. Beca's topless thanks to their activities last night after the game and because, "it's so much more comfortable and freeing to sleep without a bra, Chloe." So with that, Chloe was immediately the first to agree for this choice in night wear.
She traces Beca's shoulder tattoo. Fingers outline the mixed light pink and purple lotus flowers along her shoulder blade, all the way till the tips of her fingers hit the equalizer bars drawn above her back dimples and does the same.
The reality of her leaving tomorrow hits her hard while her fingers roam across Beca's skin. Just yesterday it feels like she was departing the plane to Los Angeles with Beca, connected to her hand as she is shown every rope there is to Los Angeles, and now this time tomorrow, she'll be doing the same but this time, alone.
How is she going to be able to fly back down to Georgia after the best vacation ever spent with the one person she loves the most?
She can't even imagine going back to texting twenty four seven; it is a constant bugging in her gut that she just can't seem to get rid of.
She does though.
After a while because she doesn't want to think about the negatives. It's Beca's birthday; she's able to spend the day with her in person instead of through a webcam and she is going to take advantage of that before she's thousands of miles away just begging to be as close to Beca again.
Stirring awake from her slumber, "hey," Beca mumbles with a small smile, keeping her eyes shut. Chloe thinks her fingers from tickling Beca's back woke her up-even though the girl can sleep through a fire alarm.
"Happy birthday, baby." Chloe smiles at the sleepy image of morning Beca, with her hair a mess in the best way possible and eyes barley slitted open. She leans down and presses a lingering kiss to Beca's temple.
Once Chloe's lips leave her skin, Beca slowly peeks her eyes open and immediately, her brows furrow in concern. "What's wrong?"
Chloe's taken back by this question. "Uh, nothing?"
"Don't lie, Chlo. You of all people should know I can see right through those baby blues."
Ain't that the truth. Chloe sighs and moves down on the mattress to rest her head on the pillow, facing Beca. "I don't want to leave. This week has been the best week of my life and it went by so fast. I'm going to miss you."
Beca listens to every last word before she moves to pull Chloe tight into her embrace. At the contact, Chloe lets her emotions slip and a lone tear falls to Beca's collar bone where her cheek is pressing. She really doesn't want to cry, especially when today is all about Beca but these poisonous thoughts are eating her alive the longer she thinks about them.
Silence fills the room except for the shared breathing between the two of them.
Eventually, Beca breaks that silence with a soft voice, "one day, I don't know when but I hope it's soon, we will be able to wake up to each other every single morning. I promise." Beca whispers sincerely.
And for now, that's enough for Chloe to believe her.
Only time will tell where the two of them will end up.
Sunday November 4, 8:23 PM
The day continues after a delicious breakfast made by the one and only amateur chef, Chloe Beale as one big chaotic whirlwind of endless activities. Once changed into appropriate clothes and Chloe twisting Beca's arm to wear a button over her blouse that read "Birthday girl gets free drinks," they make it to Selena's for an MTV's sweet sixteen type of party with ever know celeb known to man.
Beca's appearance is literally a head turner, show stopper. They walk in through the front door where a fancy chime goes off; Chloe with her arm hooked in and out of Beca's. Not even a full foot in the house, Selena sweeps the both of them up into their own individuals hugs-of course the birthday girl gets a slightly longer embrace than she receives. Selena then pulls out a small gift bag that surprisingly carries a few more expensive gifts inside than Chloe's entire life allowance.
It's nothing too out of the ordinary-which Beca appreciates though opening the small jewelry box almost puts not only her but Chloe as well into the hospital. A stunning, perfectly matched pair of 18k white gold earrings, each piece most likely weighing around one to two carats.
Jaw to the floor as she stares at the new jewelry, Selena takes her chance again and dives in for another hug but Beca is far too paralyzed to hug back. She laughs at the stutters of just sounds coming from Beca's mouth, declines the box when Beca pushes it back towards her direction and hushes her when Beca attempts to explain why she can't take a present like this.
"Don't worry about it, shorty. You might not think so but you've done enough for me that even those little guys don't even repay half of what you've accomplished for myself and Atlantic," Is what Selena battles back with before shooting a wink at Beca who is still as shocked ever, staring down into the opened box like she just discovered a million dollars.
Next is Diplo who comes jogging into the house from the backyard where supposedly he is DJing out by the pool. For his present and something that changes Beca's behavior into a little child's, he points over to where two, twelve inch subs that are already built into a box sit with a giant red bow placed on top.
Knowing Beca is a total bass head, Chloe giggles at the excitement as Diplo and Beca examine the new speakers with giddy grins. She can't even lie. Maybe taking a cruise around LA in Beca's beaut of a car with added bass sounds heavenly.
Driving in style sounds very appealing.
Being the natural giver for social butterflies, Chloe doesn't have a problem mingling around with other people scattered all through Selena's house while Beca is taking her trips to thank everybody for their gifts and coming today. Gift cards are the popular option for the afternoon as Chloe is sure Beca left with damn near a novel of them.
Sunday November 4, 4:35 PM
After a feast of food for lunch, a few poolside covers of songs that Chloe even got to participate in, Beca and Chloe say their goodbyes and thank yous to Selena and everyone who came today. Promising that Chloe will say goodbye to Selena and Diplo before she leaves, they exit the party hand in hand.
They make in home in time for Chloe to start dinner; a homemade Mexican casserole that claimed to be Beca's all time favorite according to a little bird named Stacie Conrad. Both Aubrey and Stacie after making their presence brief at Selena's got a head start for their drive to Huntington, just in time for the sunset-which then left the entire apartment empty and Chloe's plan in full motion.
Successful at not burning the kitchen down, Chloe sets the table for dinner. Beca has been busy working on a few things for the album that came spur of the moment when chatting along with other artists. So, with Beca being occupied and for the most part locked up in her room, Chloe is able to cook the meal in surprise, as well as get all her gifts ready.
"Mmm." Chloe glances up towards the stairs from where she is setting the table and sees Beca slowly descending down each step, her hair now in looser curls than before, a plain black tank top and some boy shorts. "Smells good."
Unable to tear her eyes away from Beca's frame right away; something about being dressed so casual makes Beca's hotness max out, she finishes the table with a smile. Beca walks the rest of the way and places a kiss to Chloe's cheek, murmuring a low thank you before pulling away.
"My favorite?" Beca takes a peek over where the dish sits on the stove and Chloe happily nods her head, biting her bottom lip.
She only hopes that it is as good as Stacie usually cooks it. Being a chef isn't Chloe's forte and cooking in general is like learning rocket science. Boiling water is hard enough for her as she thinks she could burn it let alone make and entire homemade dish.
Luckily though once the table is set and all sides plus the main dish are centered perfectly in the middle of the table, Beca seriously finishes her plate in one bite which is confirmation that she cooked a pretty good meal.
They don't really eat in silence. Actually, whenever they're around each other, it's either Chloe doing the talking or Beca, no matter what the topic is. Tonight, Beca tells Chloe about the finishing touches to album and how she is thinking about taking on a project with Selena. Mentions of Beca being featured on The Chainsmokers next album floats about in the conversation.
There's also talk about the trip to down to Florida Chloe briefly mentioned a few days back that now has a set date in the middle of November, fortunately a few days after the album is suppose to drop.
Often, Chloe finds herself getting lost in the way Beca talks, not that it is much of a surprise. It doesn't help how domestic this whole night feels also; Chloe cooking dinner while Beca is busy working and them ending a hectic day together at the table to share unheard stories, or to simply to just catch up. It's something special that she wishes could happen more than a few times every couple months (if they're lucky).
And thinking about this instantly makes her heart pinch at the reality that she leaves tomorrow, and all good things must come to an end eventually.
This time though she sucks in a breath, takes a moment for herself because there is no way she is going to let this night go to waste with all her bundled up sadness.
She has way too much stuff planned for Beca and doesn't want to ruin it.
Instead of sinking under her emotions, she lightens up. "I got you something," Chloe says, standing up to place both her's and Beca's empty dish in the sink to soak. She moves to the living room and picks up a gift bag place by the couches.
Cheesy comes natural for Chloe; it's basically in her nature. So it's not surprising that the first item Beca pulls out is a coffee cup with the state's shape of both California and Georgia, one with a red heart and the other with a blue, connected by a dotted line that spirals in between. On the back it reads, "together forever, never apart, maybe in distance but never at heart," and while Beca reads the mug, Chloe bites her lip, early waiting for a response to her gift.
"I love it baby," Beca gushes through a cheeky smile and means every last word.
"I know you're not Beca without your coffee, so why not get you a little something to think of me early in the mornings?" Chloe watches as Beca turns the mug in the palm of her hands, getting a good look around the whole item. Seeing and reading everything written, Becs places the gift neatly on the corner of the table and leaning on her elbow, she stretches her neck across the table to place a sweet kiss over Chloe's lips.
Disconnecting her lips from Beca's to meet a fog daze in Beca's eyes, she points down where the birthday bag is sitting and says enthusiastically, "there's more!"
She claps her hands and jogs to the living room, hearing Beca chuckle before turning the corner and picking up the last gift. Much larger than the last present, Chloe carries in the wrapped, rectangle gift with both her hands and sets it on the table for Beca to open.
Diving straight in like a kid on Christmas morning, pieces of blue wrapping paper are thrown aside to reveal a large, decorated picture frame, filled with every last moment captured through pictures of Beca and her from the last three months. The airport arrival; their first dinner date at Canoe's and Chloe's personal favorite, the Drive in kiss to follow. She even was able to sneak out unnoticably with Stacie while Beca was on the phone talking work stuff to print out the most recent pictures taken; the festival, Halloween, the basketball game and even left a large space empty for the future pictures together they will take.
The design is set up like a timeline, starting with their first encounter and ending with their most recent. At top, there's a bubbled letter "C" and "G" that borders the numbers and word "2000 Miles." Overall, Chloe got crafty and when she gets crafty, she takes it seriously.
And as a finished product, she is very pleased with the end result.
Beca examined the present in awe, words taken right from her.
"I know it's nothing like diamonds or new equipment for your music, but I hope you like them. I just...want you to remember that even though we live in different states, I'm still always here. Maybe not physically like I'd want to but as here as I can be," Chloe speaks softly.
"All of those other things are great-they should be since the price of them ain't cheap. But gifts from the heart and ones that carry significant values are priceless. I don't just like these gifts; I love them," Beca corrects but it's really unnecessary since the ear touching grin she has plastered on her face really says it all. "Including all the money, jewelry, turntables, and headphones, these are the best presents I've ever received and wouldn't trade them for the world."
That's all it really took for Chloe before she is overwhelmed with emotions and barreling into Beca with a fierce kiss, directing them blindly over to the stair case. There, Beca's back slams into the railing and she hisses at the pain while Chloe can't help but giggle at how prone to injuries they are when it comes to things getting wrapped up in the moment.
"Fuck," Beca groans as she rubs her back where it made contact with the railing. Unable to keep the giggle in, Chloe clasps a hand over her mouth to at least hide the quickly forming grin.
"I'll give you another back massage." Chloe replaces Beca's hand with her own, rubbing light circles around the lower end of her girlfriend's spine. "After we do this."
As vague as "this" could be, Chloe smashes their lips together again before twisting Beca around by the hips to push her up the stairs and into her room and by doing that, Chloe thinks Beca knows exactly what "this" means.
"Alright buddy you gotta go," Beca demands as she opens up the door to her darkened room. Confused as to who Beca is talking to, she peeks over Beca's shoulder and sees a small ball of fur curled up into a hoodie laying on the bed, sleeping peacefully.
Not wanting to move the poor little thing who is doing no harm but taking a snooze, Chloe yanks Beca's arm back before she could grab a hold of the kitten. "Leave her. She's just sleeping."
"Absolutely not," Beca states firmly. "I don't want to fill her eyes with such explicit activities that's going to go on between the both of us."
"Why? It's not like she cares about what we doing. It will only be seeing shapes to animals and even if she could figure out what we were doing, it's not like she can grow a voice and tell us." Chloe defends and smacks the back of Beca's hand when she goes out and reaches for the kitten again in attempt to pick her up. She even contemplates having sex on the floor just in case they don't roll on top of Buttercup.
But sex for the first time on the floor doesn't sound as special as Chloe wants it to be, so she passes up that option and doesn't stop Beca this time as she picks up Buttercup from the bed, informing Chloe that she is now going to be sleeping in Stacie's room.
After going through total girl mode with endless "awes" at the sight of a mewling, sleepy kitten with her eyes half shut, Beca leaves the room, allowing Chloe to rush and get the night ready for them. Preparing ahead of time to cut the process in half, the lingerie bought back at the mall is worn under a long sleeve t-shirt and a pair of baggy sweats.
Discarding all these clothes, she's left standing barefooted with a red and black laced bra to frame and even add an extra push to her breasts, and a matching thong that happened to work wonders to her ass. She pulls out her hair that is being held up in a high ponytail and allows the curls she did before dinner flaw delicately over her shoulders as she ruffles out all the red.
Last minute make up touches are done through Beca's desk mirror, mostly to her eyes as she doesn't even bother with doing her lips because in seconds, any applied lipstick would just be smeared away. In the distance, she hears Stacie's door close and knows she is cutting it short as Beca can walk through the room at any millisecond.
Happy with her appearance, Chloe flies over to the bed and flops down to her stomach, fumbling around sloppy until she's in a comfortable yet sexy pose for Beca to walk into. She knows she's made the right move when Beca doesn't even make it a foot into her room before her breathing can be seen to physically stop and her eyes stretch so wide Chloe thinks they might rip.
Playing coy, Chloe lifts her index finger to bite her nail between her teeth, smirk coming in strong right behind. Seeing that either Beca has lost all control of her limbs, or she is recently experiencing paralysis, "come here birthday girl." She uses that same finger to beckon her girlfriend over seductively.
Beca obeys on command and drags her feet over to where Chloe is now sitting up on her knees, waiting for Beca to be a close enough distance to wrap her arms around her neck. Only after a few stumbles, Beca eventually makes it to the bed and her hands are magnified to Chloe's hips, breathing problems still evident in the shortness of her breaths.
Wrapping her arms snuggly around Beca's neck, she brings her in for another kiss, taking control and sucking at the girl's bottom lip. They do this for a while, all the way up until neither of them have enough air in their lungs to breathe anymore.
Pulling back from the kiss, "I really, really want to have sex with you," Chloe admits breathless, her chest rising and falling desperately to catch some much needed oxygen. She might have to pick up an inhaler sometime soon because kissing Beca never fails to take her breath away.
"And I really want to have sex with you," Beca battles back with a crooked smirk and swollen lips, hands moving around to grab at Chloe's ass from where she is stand from her knees.
A barely inaudible moan sneaks by Chloe's lips with Beca's hands groping forcefully at her skin. Unknowingly prepared for the quick change in positions, she gasps loudly when Beca flips her to her back, crawling up her body to place opened mouth kisses across her skin, above her black and red laced bra.
"Especially when you're wearing this outfit. God, I'm so lucky," Beca groans throaty- or maybe it's a growl. Either way, it's something that causes her to reconnect their lips in a bruising kiss.
Clothes fly off from left to right- all Beca's that is. As quite the surprise underneath that casual looking outfit is a less fancy set of lingerie but nonetheless still sexy as Hell destroying Chloe's patience. She knows that she is staring from where Beca is straddling her thighs and knows it's pretty damn obvious.
But simply how was she not suppose to when her girlfriend is literally an arm's reach away, looking as sexy and hot as sexy and hot can get?
"Subtle Beale. Close your mouth you're starting to drool." Beca fake wipes at the corner of Chloe's mouth with her thumb, earning herself a smack to the stomach.
Not only is Beca sexy because duh, that's a no brainer. But Beca's also beautiful in every way, shape and form and the longer she continued to ogle this beauty, every curve, indention and mark, the more her chest started to ache.
What also starts to happen is the jitters in her stomach and tremble in her fingers. Sex is a scary thing and shouldn't be with the person you love with all heart.
But for some reason, sex with Beca is terrifying.
Prude is not Chloe Beale.
She wants this. Jesus, did she want this with Beca so undeniably bad.
To touch Beca, kiss Beca, make love to Beca.
But why is her body making it impossible to do so?
Somewhere between her battling thoughts that have completely turned the situation into a one eighty spin where Chloe can seem to shake by her nerves, Beca has attached her lips back onto Chloe's, kissing her senseless until Beca feels a stiff, sudden change in mood.
"Are you nervous?" Beca breaks away from the kiss and something that Chloe thought she was keeping well on the DL has obviously made itself present. Last week, the answer would have been no. Three days ago, same thing. Hell, even asking her this morning would've been a no but right now as her heart races a mile a minute, the answer is a Hell yes.
"Maybe a little," Chloe admits, eyes lowering and instantly feels awful. God, she has been mentally preparing for this moment for months and now that she actually has the chance to go all the way with Beca after promised, she is chickening out again.
How pathetic is that?
Beca nods her head as if she already knew the answer. "I think I have an idea." Then she moves so quickly off the bed, not even making an attempt to put her shirt back on and is booking it out the door, so fast that Chloe doesn't have the chance to say anything.
On the bright side, Beca didn't look upset when she left-which is a good thing, not that Chloe could ever see Beca getting upset about sex. But still, she feels like the world's most prude girlfriend and anybody with a brain who is experiencing long distance would automatically dive into physical intimacy with their partners because they're chancing their odds with the next time being together again not doing so.
Not Chloe though. For some reason, her body just doesn't want her and Beca to have sex tonight, tomorrow, or probably even a year from now.
Why why why why why does Beca Mitchell have to make her feel like such a clam sometimes?
Body going flaccid into the bed, groaning into the pillow sheet when her face sinks into the silk, her phone chimes not long after Beca leaves and she reaches over on the table to retrieve it. Seeing that it's Beca who is texting her, she arches a brow while opening their chat to respond.
Sunday November 4, 7:20 PM
B: Hi :-)
C: What are you doing? ;)
C: Why are you texting me right now?
B: Just talking to you, duh.
B: And because I feel like it.
B: What are YOU doing? :-)
Feeling a wave of confidence at where this could be heading, Chloe plays along.
C: Oh nothing, just laying down bored.
C: I'm a little lonely though :(
B: Oh really?
B: I wish I was there to keep you company.
C: I wish you were here too baby.
C: I'd have a lot planned for us
B: Oh would you now?
B: I've been thinking about you a lot lately.
C: Yeah?
C: What about me, baby?
B: Oh you know.
B: Your smile, your eyes, your laugh.
B: And your body. More specifically your butt ;-)
C: Can't say I don't blame you ;)
B: There's more you know.
C: Wanna elaborate?
B: Call me and find out.
Chloe feels a rush of heat fly through her body and like a magnet, is pulled straight to the area between her legs. Clicking the phone button next to Beca's name, she dials the number before placing the device to her ear. Not even a full ring into the call, Beca picks up.
"Hey you." Beca's voice is raw and low and it gives Chloe steamy flashbacks at all the phone calls they had prior when they were apart and where it eventually lead to next. "I'm guessing you're calling to get the juicy details out of me, am I right?"
Chloe relaxes into the mattress, moving to hook an arm behind her head since this was destined to be a pretty long conversation. Might as well make herself comfy. "Yup. I'm sure it will be enough to entertain me."
"Oh is that so?" Beca's dark and low chuckle rumbles through the speaker, slapping Chloe right smack dab in the middle of her core. "I can think of a few other things that might be worthy for your entertainment and time."
Chloe takes a few deeps breaths, allowing her eyes to close tightly. Thinking that this rerun tone in Beca's voice would've built a shield around her, or at least some tougher skin, that's not the case here. One day, Beca's voice won't have such an effect on her.
It's a goal.
"Wanna know something?"
"Always," she boldly whispers.
"You make me smile, like a lot." Out of the norm with the cheesiness,Chloe blushes a little, unable to ignore the flutter in her heart and the butterflies in her stomach. "And also super fucking horny."
And then those butterflies are gone, replaced by a pool of heat, coiling in the pit of her stomach at the mixture of pure sin Beca's voice is laced with, as well as her deep timbre.
She shuffles around on bed to find the right position; one that tries to steady the pounding throb going on between her thighs. It was no help with the brief foreplay her and Beca got into before this whole phone call started, and now hearing the words coming out of Beca's mouth, she should be embarrassed at how fast Beca is capable of working her up.
On the plus side, it is taking the edge off of how she feels; her nerves are starting to fade and she is starting to feel more and more comfortable. She's also starting to feel more and more hot as they continue to talk, which is going to become a fairly large problem at any moment.
A barely audible moan squeaks into Chloe's ear.
"Are you touching yourself?" Chloe's voice is barely audible for almost a whisper and she maybe thinks that it was too soft for Beca to hear. She's about to repeat this louder until a louder, low moan echoes into her ear and almost like x-Ray vision through a phone, she knows exactly where Beca's hands are at and exactly what Beca is doing.
"Yeah baby I am," Chloe bites her lip; the noises that Beca is gasping into the phone is almost too much to handle without combusting-even with experience hearing all these sounds before. "Touch yourself. I want you to touch yourself and think of me." Beca's demand only adds to Chloe's arousal and she doesn't waste any time obeying before her fingers slip right beneath that newly purchased set of lingerie and spreads her legs for easier access.
"Mmm, Beca,"
Soaked.
Of course Chloe is wetter than she probably has been her entire sex life, no thanks to Beca. She slides her fingers in all directions to get the perfect feel. She even tries to match Beca's labored breathing with her own as her fingers circle around her most sensitive area.
She uses her imagination to paint of picture of what Beca might look like pleasuring herself; the outfit Beca's wearing-though she's already seen a preview of it not too long ago, but that's not the point. Then she lets her mind wander off while her fingers keep up a steady pace that's at a speed not too intense to send her off the cliff so soon.
Letting go this fast is the last thing she wants to do. A moment like this needs to last forever.
Keeping up her movements, she thinks about Beca, and all the time they've had together so far. From day one, how they met and their favorite colors. Later on, their first date and the first time they said I love you to each other.
She thinks about the time meeting Beca's dad and how she was on the verge of a panic attack driving up to his house while talking on the phone with Aubrey. Now it's a little strange to look back and remember how nervous she was when multiple times in the past with ex boyfriends, she had met their parents and was completely fine. It only shows how much impressing Beca's dad mattered to her and thanking her lucky star, things ended up working her way and she's now officially Facebook friends with Dr. Mitchell.
Score.
Back on track, she thinks about Beca's lips and how they have to be her favorite place to be and favorite thing to taste. She thinks about Beca's body, not only sexually (which is like marble in a museum) but the sexy swagger she has when she is performing on stage, giving it everything she has in one single song.
And then she thinks about all her emotions she has packaged together for this girl in some ultra, super size box that she can't find the right words to deliver. It's a tornado of endless things she feels emotionally and physically for this girl and it should be overwhelming but it's the opposite.
And that's because she is so permanently in love with Beca that it's driving her wild.
"I fucking love the sounds you make," Beca pulls Chloe out of her little analyzation with so much seduction laced in her voice, if she were standing, her knees would give out. "I want to taste what you taste like…..God, I want to fuck you so bad."
Correction, what Beca said this time would most definitely bring her kneecaps to a shatter as it sounded so much more filthier than Chloe has ever heard Beca speak.
Having enough of this and almost tipping on the brim already, "Baby," Chloe pants out, forcing her fingers to yield their movements for the time being, sucking each digit dry. "Please come here," she practically begs into the phone, lips grazing directly over the speaker.
Faster than Chloe can even blink, Beca is standing at the door to her room, one hand holding up her cell phone to her ear and the other one angled on her hip. She's wearing the same clothes from dinner, minus the tank top that has randomly been thrown somewhere inside the room, leaving Beca in that same lacy bra which is destroying Chloe's sanity. Her hair is disheveled but in the best way possible, and her eyes have a tint to them that makes Chloe shudder under such a coquettish stare.
Like a force of some sort, pulled from where she is laying down, Chloe's up to her feet after disconnecting the call and walking with determination to where Beca stands, molding their lips together fiercely when she makes it.
Beca uses her hands to grab at Chloe's waist and guides her back to the bed, keeping their lips glued to one another as they walk. Blinded, Chloe travels backwards on the heels of her feet until the backs of her thighs reach the mattress and she falls straight down into the bed before Beca's follows the exact movement.
Crawling up on her elbows until she reaches the headboard connected, Beca cranes her neck to connect their lips once again, and throws one of her legs over Chloe's until both are on either side. Different from their first kiss when they attempted this task beforehand, their lips move in slow motion.
Chloe takes her time savoring the taste of Beca's signature minty chapstick, every swipe, nip and tug to Beca's lips she falls deeper into intoxication. She swallows Beca's sighs and soft moans, wishing this could be the only sound left in this world to hear.
In a way, she's kind of glad that their first attempt at this was cut short because of her minor panic attack. Then, the speed of the kiss, their bodies were rushed, and everything came out clumsy. Now, things are moving almost too slow but it gives her the chance to luxuriate in the moment to the point where she wishes it would never end.
The kiss keeps its tender force; Beca's hands move high enough from where they were at on Chloe's stomach to cup her chin before pulling her head up towards her own. The other moves swiftly to reach behind Chloe's back as she sits up and detaches the hook on her bra to sag down to her elbows.
Removing the loose article of clothing down Chloe's arms without breaking the kiss, Beca unknowingly tosses the material somewhere around the room and uses her hands to brush the underside of Chloe's breasts. A growl from Beca vibrates across Chloe's lips at the touch before another one much deeper and carnal follows when Beca's hands are perfectly filled with Chloe's soft flesh and she's arching her back into the touch for something more.
Eventually, Beca tears herself away from the kiss, much to Chloe's dismay. If anything, she'd be perfectly fine with kissing Beca all night till the sun comes up. But that thought quickly vanishes as Beca's mouth is now replaced with one of her nipples and swirls the hardening bud around with her tongue while the other gets pinched and pulled between Beca's index finger and thumb.
Being the fantastic kisser she is and a true expert with her mouth Chloe has come to conclusion, Beca uses her skills to suck at the skin, rolling her tongue around in every direction to hit all the right spots.
Chloe inhales sharply at the new sensations, biting her bottom lip and begging her hormones to stay at bay. This type of foreplay is nothing but old territory for them. She's hit more doubles in the past week than she has her whole life- which isn't saying much due to the fact that Beca is the only real relationship she's had with a girl, but still.
It's a step that shouldn't have Chloe's stomach in knots like it's currently doing but instead though, the knots in her stomach are the good kind of twisting. The type of twisting that craves more from Beca and that's probably why she bravely reaches one of her own hands off of Beca's waist to smoothly tug at one of the bra straps covering all the good things and hints for it to be taken it off.
Receiving this message fully by the smirk that Chloe can feel forming by the rise over her chest, Beca removes her mouth from the nipple she's been devouring for quite the time with one last lick before moving her hands behind her back to unhook the material. Front and center to the show, Chloe is hit left and right with all the desire possible like a freight train when Beca's nude chest is out in the open and up for grabs.
She doesn't know how long she stares at this sight; she thinks maybe a good few minutes but similar to the sun, she just can't seem to look away. It's not till Beca starts grinding her hips into Chloe's front, which gives a new whiff of heat between Beca's legs that can be felt even through the flimsy piece of lace she has on.
Chloe watches Beca hover south down her body, not once breaking eye contact. She feels every curve on Beca's frame link to her's like a puzzle piece and then Beca's hands move up into her's, intertwining each finger to lay on either side of her head.
Kissing happens as Beca's chest is directly cemented into Chloe's and a thigh is snuggly placed between her legs. With the slightly new position, Chloe can feel with her own skin how insanely wet Beca is right now and knowing she is the one behind the dampness of her girlfriend's underwear makes her release some sort of guttural moan into the kiss.
Beca sucks on Chloe's bottom lip in between her own, a smug smile breaking through- which then again elicits another pleasurable sound from Chloe. Tongues fight for dominance with every swipe and Chloe feels the emotions put out from her mouth at the speed and definition of this kiss.
Quickly, Chloe is losing all the sense of control she has left and feels like she is being picked up from a tornado of emotions that is Beca Mitchell.
And that's not because Beca is currently kissing her like a porn star (Jesus, she knew Beca was a damn good kisser but oh my God this is downright sinful in all the best ways) but also because Beca is rocking her hips in a similar fashion to before but this time, against Chloe's leg that's being straddle to give the most friction between her own.
Their fingers tangle around while this kiss hungrily and Beca even takes the hand with Chloe's ring to twist and pull at the circled piece of silver around her knuckle. Chloe kind of wishes her hands were free from Beca's so she could feel every inch of skin beneath her fingertips and touch the areas not yet discovered on Beca's body. The time will come though for that and she doesn't want to ruin an intimate position she has with Beca for something that will eventually come later.
Lips that are participating in the kiss dramatically slow down, almost to the point where they aren't even really kissing anymore but more so panting breathless gasps of air into each other's mouths. Chloe can feel Beca's chest rising and falling into her own, following a similar pattern while they try to catch some much needed oxygen.
Impressed that she actually had the strength to do so, Chloe flutters her eyes open; they're a little sensitive to the lamp in Beca's room from being shut for such a long period of time. When opening them fully, she is met with two very dark orbits that drip with lust, mixing icy blues to cloudy and burning two holes straight through her's.
Not for long before Beca is moving right back in to close unwanted the distance, Chloe pulls her face away. Beca's lips are so very swollen and her face and chest is flushed with red. There's a seductress, sultry front in Beca's dark image and Chloe thinks she hasn't seen a more beautiful sight than the one right now.
"Are you ready?" Beca mumbles as their lips ghost over, each word hitting Chloe's gut like a bass drum. The nerves come back before Chloe can even verbally respond and she almost screams out in frustration at how pathetic she is being when all she wants to do with Beca is go the next step. She feels the sting in her nose and the layer of tears that sheers over her eyes, ready to come pouring out any second.
But then, Beca lifts one pair of their connected hands up from the mattress and to her lips when she places a lingering kiss over Chloe's knuckles to melt her into a pile of goo. In between, Beca whispers sweet I love you's just quiet enough for anyone to hear if not alone but loud enough to boom through Chloe's chest as if she speaking through a megaphone.
And for the first time since they started dating, she's never been more ready than how she finally feels right now.
Not trusting her words completely with how Beca is treating her, she answers with a sharp nod to make sure her answer is believable and a copied kiss to the connected hands that causes Beca to smile warmly.
With the consent given, Beca retracts both hands away from Chloe's and connects her lips to Chloe's jaw, sucking along the bone's length. Teeth drag and scrape against the skin; Chloe thrashes under Beca's body, especially when those same teeth biting at her jaw move to her pulse point and suck the skin so hard there's not a doubt a mark won't be there tomorrow morning.
Better yet, a mark will probably end up bruising in the next couple of minutes.
Beca kisses every inch of skin her mouth comes in contact with while Chloe thinks that if Beca's weight wasn't on top, keeping her body set put on this very bed, she'd end up floating away. Chloe helps and brushes away the hair that has fallen in front of Beca's face with her hands, letting her palm rest in the top of Beca's head.
Lips run along Chloe's sternum and down center of her abdominal one last kiss just below her navel, Beca looks up to meet Chloe's eyes for any sign that told her she wasn't ready.
Giving Beca the green light with a small smile, Chloe watches two thumbs hook on the sides of her thong and gracefully, Beca pulls the lace over her knees, down her shins and off her feet before throwing it mindlessly across the room. At realization that this is the first time Beca has ever seen her fully naked, Chloe's breathing starts to hitch erratically. She then starts to notice the darkening transformation in Beca's eyes under her predatorial gaze and feels her arousal only heightening.
"You're so fucking beautiful," Beca half growls, half whimpers at Chloe's nude form, hands grazing up the tops of Chloe's thighs and back down. There's a trace of goosebumps rising from underneath her hands at the gentle touch.
Fluttering at the compliment without any chance of forming actual words, as a thank you, Chloe leans up and places a single chaste kiss to Beca's lips before falling back down, too much in a hazy state to keep her body up.
Catching Beca's eyes to which falls to her newly naked lower half, "notice anything?" Chloe asks with a smirk when a memory of a certain conversation regarding her lower region comes to thought. She can see Beca not processing what she said by the tight knit to her eyebrows, confusion plastered like a billboard on her face. "You know, if my carpet matches my drapes?" she explains as the bolts and knobs start to twist inside Beca's head.
Bouncing her head side to side, "I guess Stacie owes me Dairy Queen," Beca responds with a crooked smile, eyes staying fixated over Chloe's lower body.
Smacking Beca playfully in the gut, "you guys bet on me?!" Chloe tries to act offended, but Beca is smiling in that way and when Beca smiles at anytime, she can't help but do the exact same thing. A smile like that is contagious that's for sure.
"Stacie was so set on you not being a natural redhead. As for myself and knowing my girlfriend like the back of my hand, I strongly disagreed. The only thing that came next to settle this dilemma was a banana split sundae at DQ."
Beca continues her movements over Chloe's thighs and got dangerously close to area that's basically throbbing with need. Little jolts of electricity shoot through Chloe's veins whenever Beca gets close but she's too busy focusing on roaming Chloe's body to see the reactions her hands currently have.
"Don't worry, baby. I promise to share it with you when the time comes. Tonight though, I'm eating you for dessert."
Swallowing hard, Chloe doesn't get the chance to respond to this- though she doesn't actually believe she could if she were to try- as Beca's lips hover to the mid inner part of her legs, an area that had dangerous territory written all over, like a big red button that is able to control her like a puppet.
Over the few occasions spent together, she's been able to keep this kink pretty mellow with all the times Beca lays a hand on the inner part of her thigh as they drive, or when they sit next to each other at the dinner table. Minus a few flinches here and there, it was unnoticeable to Beca that this area was extremely sensitive to touch.
Turn on spot.
An area on the body where if touched, things are destined to get real heated, real fast. Usually people have this spot on their neck or even their earlobes. But not Chloe. Her's turns out to be located right smack in the middle of each thigh, exactly where Beca is sucking hard against right this moment.
Unable to keep calm at this sensation that bubbles her insides and heats up her core, Chloe squirms as Beca's mouth attempts to suck the blood right out from her limbs. Her legs tremble beneath Beca's lips and faster than anyone should be proud of, she's tittering right off the edge.
Figuring that Beca can sense the effects she has a hold of Chloe as she sucks, nips and licks fluently, she switches legs to proceed copying the some motions, leaving Chloe in an even bigger mess than before while her core screams silent begs to be touched.
As she looks up from the pillow, unable to sit fully still right now, she can notice a trail of red marks already forming in a line from the middle of her thigh all the way down to her knee. An unholy amount of lust hits her out of nowhere at the sight while she falls into a deep trance at the way Beca's mouth moves so delicately over her skin, her tongue poking out every once in awhile to lick the bite clean.
Hickies were never something Chloe was a fan for. This is probably because of the time and effort that goes into covering the little bastards is annoying and tedious. Plus, make up isn't cheap and she doesn't want to layer concealer over concealer until the mark is hidden just because she has a giant, pulsing bruise popping out of her neck.
The occasional few after a heated make out session was alright. She really couldn't do much about them as she was too wrapped up in the moment to care and for some reason, boys love to give hickies. Well, at least all her exes did.
Something about claiming their prize or what not.
Still, hickies weren't something to get her panties in a wad, to say the least.
Surely though, Beca is able to change that right around as she sucks all the blood from her legs and creates her to look like an all red twister board.
Just as she is reaching her last push and is about to pump the brakes before she ends up self destructing, way before Beca has even gotten the chance to actually touch her, her breath is taken right from her lungs as Beca's tongue slides gently through her folds, leaving her jaw to fall open in a silent gasp.
Beca's tongue moves slowly at first, testing the waters and all Chloe can do is release a series of cries to feel something-anything more as the throbbing in her center pounds between her legs. She's waited way too long for this moment to happen and the teasing Beca is doing makes her want to go insane as the pressure building in her gut is starting to become unbearable.
Wish granted, Beca speeds up the motions with her tongue, sending Chloe into a fit of pleasurable moans while she searches for literally anything to grab a hold of. Settling with one hand through Beca's hair and one on her breast to pinch that hardened nipple, her hips writhes in a steady rhythm with Beca's tongue to create a mind mind blowing sensation.
The strokes of her tongue become longer, more purposeful and Chloe is either moaning, or gasping desperately each breath she took. Beca curves up a cocky smile as Chloe dares to open up her eyes and when she does, Beca is staring right back up at her, deathly smirk in place as her mouth continues to play Chloe like a flute.
Looking down, Chloe has a perfect view of everything happening and she whimpers as watches Beca's tongue flick back, forth and side to side. It's dirty, it's sexy and Beca has this vixen superiority laced within her eyes that is shredding Chloe apart.
Beca uses her thumb to pull the skin at top, allowing her tongue to venture just beneath the hood of Chloe's clit which elicits a whole new sputters of colorful curse words from Chloe as this feeling is much more sensitive in the best way possible.
"Fuck," Chloe says as a breathless pant, no longer having the strength to keep up her head any longer so she lets it slam forcefully back down into the pillow. Unintentionally, her fingers grasp and pull at Beca's hair, the coiling pressure only continuing to build.
"I like that," Beca mumbles this and her words cause a vibration through her lips that sit directly over Chloe's swollen clit. "When you cuss. It's so fucking sexy." Going back to powerful strokes with her tongue, the words get swallowed straight up from Chloe's chest by a throaty moan while her hips buck mercilessly.
A thrilling surprise comes next as that same hand pulling at Chloe's skin to keep her core stretched upward uses two of its fingers to slide gently into her burning, wet heat, resulting in a cry of a whimper. Hands start to roam mindlessly for an object to latch onto something and seeing this, perfecting a steady rhythm with her fingers and tongue, Beca uses her one free hand to cling onto Chloe's, threading together their fingers before resting them on the bedsheet, hand holding being Chloe's one weakness.
New shots of pleasure burst through Chloe's body every pump of Beca's fingers and every flick of Beca's tongue. Boldly, Beca builds up the confidence to hasten her fingers movements while her tongue mimics with its swirling. The quickness of both actions teeters Chloe and all she can do is scream and moan at the top of her lungs, knowing damn well this is a warning sign that she is close.
"Fuck...Beca," Chloe cries out to the ceiling, eyelids fasten shut as a wave of brand new pleasure washes over her. She clenches both hands; one that resides in Beca's hair and the other squeezing hard at Beca's fingers in the spaces between her own.
"Do you like that?" Beca mutters one more time, the same vibration only heightening its affects on Chloe's body.
"Mmm, yeah baby," Chloe is sure she whined this, almost sounding like a cry. But she is so far gone that it's surprising that anything was able to leave her mouth at all. She is close. So very close.
One more push.
That's all she's needs to find her release.
As she is beginning to fade out into pure bliss, Beca removes her mouth away from the one place on her body that needs it the most. She's about to whine and ask what the Hell Beca thought she was doing when she is this close to coming undone. But then while fingers make a statement, keeping up the pace with strong curls deep within her stomach it feels like, since her eyes are closed and making no effort in opening, she feels Beca start to gravitate up her body, bringing their conjoined hands with her and simply places a tender kiss over Chloe's slightly parted lips.
Once their lips collide and Chloe is able to taste herself around Beca's mouth and layered on her tongue, it's the breaking point really.
Breaking away, "Come for me baby," Beca whispers this demand and for Chloe, what Beca says, is what Beca gets. "I want to see you come undone." Playback of these words drain Chloe's last bit of sanity she had left.
"Bec.."
Is all that Chloe is able to get out before her stomach clenches tightly and she loses all ability to form any coherent words, let alone sounds. Experiencing that building pressure in her core pop like a balloon, her jaw drops to a silent scream across Beca's lips as her hips grind viciously against Beca's fingers to ride out her climax.
Not so much being as smooth now, movements get sloppy while Chloe tries to fight off the violent shocks pumping through her body, toes curling at the pulsing sensation.
For a second, Chloe thinks she might've lost consciousness from the intensity of the orgasm when all she sees is blackness around the room, even when she thinks her eyes are open. Stars are seen next while her body shakes and trembles uncontrollably, aftershocks coming in spurts. The fingers that are trapped deep inside move in and out cautiously, aware at any sharp movement will cause Chloe to jolt.
As she calms herself down, breathing shaky, her eyesight unfogs and she is met with Beca adoring her from above with tender dark eyes.
"That was hands down the sexiest thing I have ever seen," Beca talks; their faces still millimeters away but all Chloe can hear is an echo. She feels trapped in a fishbowl or locked in a tunnel. Catching her breath back to normal is hard, if not impossible.
Places all over are throbbing; she can't breathe, she can't move her legs without some kind of aftershock but even then they don't feel connected to her body anymore, there's a sheer layer of sweat blanketing her entire body but out of all of these things happening, it's all perfect.
Without reason, Beca closes the small amount of distance left, taking Chloe's last bit of air away when she nips at her bottom lip and all the gained oxygen she has just tried so hard to pick up. She sighed into the kiss, letting her eyes gradually fall shut while Beca's lips worked wonders over her's.
"I love you," Beca murmurs as she retracts her lips and Chloe daringly opens her eyes for the first time in years it feels like to catch a glimpse of a lazy smile and loving eyes. "And also, you taste so Goddamn good."
Like a shot of adrenaline, something carnal inside Chloe switches and next thing she knows is that Beca is now the one on her back, staring up at her defensively as she rocks her hips over Beca's stomach, coating her juices above taut abdominal muscles, despite her legs feeling a lot like gelatin.
There's a part of Chloe that's nervous to be doing this right now, terrified that she won't perform well enough for Beca. The last thing she wants to hear after all of this is that she is a total floozy in the bed with her rookie skills. Unlike Beca, she doesn't have experience with this whole thing. It could go one of two ways; she'd be an expert at having sex and giving orgasms, or totally suck with Beca not even getting off, maybe even breaking up with her at her mediocre skills at pleasing a female.
These thoughts are all poisonous to her but she can't seem to shake past them, which is probably why she freezes cold as she straddles Beca's hips, not blinking once at the giant imaginary arrow point down Beca's body.
"You're okay," Beca reassures with a smile that can light up the darkest nights.
Out of all the smiles Beca can muster up, this one has to be Chloe's favorite. It's not the smile that is showing only half of its actual size, or that killer smirk she uses more times than not. This is the smile that's filled with passion, love and so much sincerity that it makes Chloe feel safe, secure and comfortable.
Returning the smile, she takes a deep breath.
She starts with the basics; the things she knows how to do and knows how to do well. Leaning down, she kisses along Beca's jaw line bone till her nose hits Beca's earlobe and switches her mouth to suck and tug with her teeth gently. Beca writhes under her body, her breathing becoming heavier- which then gives Chloe more confidence to continue her journey. She has to remind herself to keep her breathing calm since Beca's hands have landed over her breasts again, making it hard not to get distracted by the touch.
As hard as it is though, she focuses on the task at hand, which is pleasing Beca.
The second stop Chloe makes it at the hollow part of Beca's neck. Brushing her lips over the skin, feeling the sharp bob of Beca's throat as she swallows, Chloe places her own few marks across the area, making sure she gets a taste everywhere and doesn't miss a spot.
Third stop, Chloe descends her lips from Beca's neck and places two individual kisses against each side of Beca's collarbone. She then moves to Beca's breast where she swirls and flicks her tongue against the nubs, earning a throaty moan to encourage her to mirror the same movements much more rougher to the other breast. Needy hands make their way through red hair; Beca's chest rises into Chloe's face and the escaping sounds she is making gives Chloe all the extra confidence she needs to trail warm, wet kisses farther down her stomach until they meet a barrier of the elastic band on Beca's shorts.
Wondering why the Hell Beca still has these on, Chloe hastily rips them off her legs, bringing the pair of underwear she has on down with them and is instantly paralyzed when her gaze meets her new sight. Similar to look at a rubix cube, Chloe had no idea how or where to start first.
"Just start off slow. Then work your way up to something more. If by anytime you don't feel up to it anymore, we can stop." Beca's voice breaks Chloe out of her panicked stare, heartbeat thumping in her throat and felt between her ears. Thanking God for their level of communication; she appreciates the instructions from Beca so she at least has a starting point.
With nowhere else so go, Chloe lays flat on her stomach, face so close to Beca's center she can personally smell how aroused her girlfriend is. Using two fingers to spread apart Beca's folds, this as well backs up how extremely wet the girl is. Something sensuous shifts inside Chloe because next thing is, her mouth is moving on autopilot to that one tiny bundle of nerves and using her tongue to press firmly over the nub, earning a sharp gasp from Beca up above.
Delicious is a good enough word to sum up the taste of Beca. Definitely way better than Chloe could have ever imagined her tasting. Chloe glances up. Beca has her eyes firmly shut, bottom lip caught between her teeth and looks just drop dead gorgeous.
She pauses for a brief second, her mouth leaving Beca's center to ask, "does that feel good?" Pointless really to even ask this since the evidence is right in front of her eyes, Beca nods her head frantically, whimpering a small moan when Chloe starts to suck again.
Beca's biting hard at the back of her hand to suppress majority of the sounds spilling out and is almost the point where Chloe thinks her teeth will break through skin. She's being loud to which Chloe gives mental kudos to herself as it pushes her to run both hands up Beca's rib cage until she's palming her girlfriend's breast.
A rhythmical pattern creates between Chloe's caressing hands and tongue while it becomes more of a muscle memory motion as Chloe gets the hang of things. By this, Chloe slides her mouth faster and she's going to be honest, her jaw muscle is starting to cramp.
But Beca's close, really close by the way her back arches off the mattress and into Chloe's hands.
Wanting to ease the tension from her jaw but continue to push Beca to the edge, she slides her hands down to where her mouth is sucking and enters one of her fingers at first into Beca's warm heat. She groans at how easy her finger slides in; Beca's extremely wet and all she can do is squeeze together her thighs as her fingers dip fully into the wetness themselves.
Chloe doesn't tease; she pumps and curls her lone finger in and out rapidly, giving her mouth a break and is now able to give her in divide attention to watching Beca fall apart.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Beca cries out to the ceiling, dropping a hint to Chloe as she pushes her hips up for more contact. Beca's wish is Chloe's command as she adds one more finger into the equation, hypnotized by the sight of Beca's jaw falling open.
Apparently the bed sheets aren't enough for Beca where her hands grip aggressively because suddenly, the silk material from the sheets are replaced with red hair. Chloe hisses at the pain but though it hurts like Hell, it's a pain that feels incredible.
"Shit baby….I'm close." Beca doesn't really need to announce this as Chloe is fully aware at how close she really is by the changes in her breathing.
Moans come constant as Chloe continues stroking her fingers in and out of Beca. Impatient and honestly just wanting to see Beca come undone, Chloe brings her tongue back to Beca's now swollen clit and sucks the nub between her lips. Instantaneously, Beca reacts to this added pressure and her moans amplify to high pitched cries.
Practically on top of her climax and seeing this, Chloe uses the last bit of energy her fingers are capable of and fires up her movements to give the last needed push.
Only able to take a few more long strokes, Beca's moaning halts before everything goes silent, walls tightening and next thing is her thighs are squeezing against Chloe's head while her hand reaches down to grab the hand that is currently causing her body to violently shake with pleasure.
Finally.
Finally Chloe is able to see Beca lose herself, find out what spot she touches on Beca's body receives a certain noise and putting a face to all those intoxicating moans she's only heard through the phone. Finally Chloe is able to touch Beca in places she's only fantasized about and let her tell yah, these are the best damn things she's ever gotten the honor to do.
Chloe thinks she hasn't seen anything more alluring than seeing Beca orgasm.
Ever see a rare diamond freshly shined, sitting out underneath the sun's beaming rays? Too bright to actually look at but too marvelous to tear your eyes away? Well, that's exactly what Beca looks like as her chests rises to maximum height before crashing back down, exhaling all the air she's kept pent inside while her tense muscles collapse. Her chest, cheeks and neck are flushed and mixed with tiny crystallized droplets of sweat. Her hair is tousled in the most sexiest way possible and it's a sight Chloe has imprinted in her head.
There's a mouthful of "fucks" as Beca rides out her high with the help of Chloe's fingers that are there only to slide in and out extremely slow, careful of Beca's sensitivity. Knowing for sure that Beca has came down from her high; both feeling it around her fingers that still happen to be deep inside and the ease in her facial structures, Chloe carefully slides her fingers out, a glossy layer coating the two down to her knuckles.
Chloe admires Beca after glow for a while, helpless to look away just yet.
"So….worth the wait," Beca is able to breathe this out in a hoarse tone, along with a small chuckle as Chloe slides up and sinks into the side of her body. Weak arms envelope Chloe into her body and she presses a feathered like kiss to the red curls that have fallen into perfect waves. "Are you sure you haven't done that before? Because, baby, that was amazing," she pants breathless with a weak smile, causing a hurricane of proudness to erupt from inside Chloe.
If that ain't the best thing a girl wants to hear after sex, she honestly doesn't know what is.
There's a load of excitement that comes with imagination for sure. But being able to have a visual picture to match the same voice through the cell phone, where each spot on Beca's body produced which kind of sound, it's life changing Chloe thinks. Most definitely for their relationship since now after, she feels so insanely close to Beca they might as well be Siamese twins.
"Happy birthday baby. I love you so damn much." Chloe's stomach, body, arms and heart strangely clench at the words, as if she hasn't been saying them for the past few months. It's a new type of feeling vibrating through her veins and she doesn't really understand why, like some sort of placebo feeling.
What she does understand is that loving Beca never seems to get old. It's always something new; another chapter to this never ending book. She never knew loving someone this much could have such a powerful effect over herself, however, she also never thought someone as amazing as Beca existed in this world but all it took was one random day surfing the web and she ended up tripping into the lap of the best damn thing that has happened to her.
Wild.
Beca Mitchell drives her unconditionally wild.
Leave this blue neighbourhood
Never knew loving could hurt this good, oh
And it drives me wild
'Cause when you look like that m, I've never ever wanted to be so bad, oh
It drives me wild
You're driving me wild, wild, wild
You're driving me wild, wild, wild
You're driving me wild
My boy Troye Sivan's "WILD" to wrap up this chappy.
Hoped you all enjoyed it. Now with a set outline of the end of this journey, only four chapter are left. :( Don't worry though, I still have lots planned!