A/N: Smut part two! Hooray! Sorry for making you guys wait... please forgive me?

Beca was nervous, eager, sure, but still nervous. She didn't know what she was doing, how to… do that. She had earlier convinced herself that she was ready for this moment, but now that it was sitting in front of her, or, more accurately, laying beneath her, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't unsure.

She did her best to push those thoughts aside and focus instead on Chloe, more specifically, on kissing Chloe. She lay flat on her stomach, the side of her ribs pressed into the side of Chloe's, propped up just enough by one hand to be kissing the other woman. She listened to the sounds of the redhead sighing as her lips moved languorously against Chloe's. She pulled away, taking a quick breath, before fervently kissing her way up Chloe's jawline. Then, pressing her lips to Chloe's neck, she sucked pretty flesh into her mouth, biting down just hard enough to make the redhead moan. Releasing the skin, she lavished the spot with her tongue before placing quick, light kisses up the girl's neck and catching her earlobe between her teeth with a soft tug.

Chloe moaned again, her body shifting impatiently. A surprising heat rushed through Beca at the sound. It seemed too soon for Beca to find herself aroused again, but Chloe's voice had a way of inspiring the impossible (or, at the very least, the improbable) in Beca. It was the sound of her voice in the shower that day that made her join a group of a capella loving lady nerds. This was really no different. Except that it was totally different.

She sat up, shifting her position to straddle Chloe. She felt warmth radiating through pink, polka-dotted panties against her own center. The sensation made Beca groan as she leaned back down, slipping her tongue into the redhead's waiting mouth. She reached up to firmly grip Chloe's face as hands roved and scraped her back. Hips rocked beneath her, desperate for more direct attention, but Beca didn't oblige, not yet. Her hand took a detour instead, roughly grabbing a handful of Chloe's breast, while grinding her hips down into Chloe's with a force that begged her to remain still. Chloe pulled her mouth away from Beca with a surprised gasp, but her breath hitched as Beca pinched her nipple, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger.

Beca watched as Chloe's eyes screwed shut, hips attempting to rock once more. She allowed her other hand to brush gently across the girl's hairline. The touch pulled a soft whine from Chloe, her brow furrowing, and Beca reveled in the sound of it, in the expression on Chloe's face. Knowing she could reduce the redhead to this was just delightful to Beca. It made her feel powerful, and sexy, and wanted. She felt confident and empowered, like she could do anything. If she weren't already addicted to the way she felt when she was with Chloe, she certainly was now, because this feeling, this rush was like nothing she ever felt before. All of her insecurities flew out the window at the image of Chloe Beale breathless and whimpering for her.

She leaned down to kiss Chloe again, her palm pressing firmly against a flushed cheek that radiated warmth. Chloe sucked Beca's bottom lip into her mouth, lightly scraping her teeth across, and Beca felt like she was on fire, like she was going to spontaneously combust at any moment. She couldn't stop herself from grinding down into the woman beneath her, the two moaning into each other's mouths at two entirely different pitches, but unsurprisingly in perfect harmony.

Beca pulled away panting, trying to get oxygen to her brain so she could think straight. She couldn't help but smile at the expression, giggling silently to herself. If I never "think straight" again it will be too soon.

"You're so beautiful when you smile," she heard Chloe whisper, and it wiped the smile right off her face in exchange for something touched and vulnerable, and also embarrassed. Beca was never good at receiving compliments, so she chose to ignore the comment. She placed a firm, chaste kiss to Chloe's lips, before her mouth descended down upon the girl's neck, across her chest, and sucked at sensitive skin, swirling her tongue around the peak.

Any sentimentality Chloe wanted to express was lost under her attentions and Beca was grateful for that. She was already overwhelmed by all of the things she was feeling and was verging on a complete Beca-Mitchell-like breakdown (the kind that most often involved her bolting as fast as her feet could carry her). Beca feared that Chloe continuing to speak to her in such an adoring tone might fill her heart just a milliliter more and cause an overflow. So the sound of Chloe moaning again was a breath of fresh air, and provided Beca with much needed emotional relief, because in order to move forward, Beca had to do a bit of compartmentalizing. She needed to focus on sex and forget about emotion; to rationalize this moment as lust and ignore any inklings of love. She could deal with the repercussions of that distinction later.

Beca's mouth continued its exploratory journey down the plane of Chloe's stomach. She loved the way it moved in waves, driven by the redhead's erratic breathing. The movement was hypnotic. Beca felt almost spellbound as she dragged her hands down Chloe's sides, memorizing the feel of each rib, the sloping curve of her waist, the jut of her hips. Her thoughts were hazy, but her senses sharp. She looked up as her fingers dipped beneath the black lace waistband of Chloe's panties. Their eyes met and Beca noticed a glint of worried concern that was somehow capable of, at least momentarily, fighting back painful arousal. The look asked a question, one that was, at this point, unnecessary, to Beca, but she was still grateful for it.

"I'm sure," she breathed hotly. She watched Chloe bite her bottom lip, head tilting back ever so slightly as her eyes shut, and her brow furrowed, then Beca looked back down and pulled away the last remaining barrier between them.

Uncertainty hit Beca hard as she stared down at newly freed skin, and hesitated. She wanted to do this, but was unsure of exactly how she was supposed to do this. She looked back up at Chloe, whose expression hadn't altered, though she writhed a bit, and grunted in frustration at Beca's pause. Watching Chloe was so sexy and stirring, and it reminded Beca of that powerful feeling she had felt only moments ago, that wonderful jolt of confidence that Chloe unknowingly gifted her. She grabbed hold of that feeling as she leaned down and slid her tongue through wet folds, Chloe immediately moaning at the contact, her hips rising to match Beca's movement.

Chloe tasted unlike anything Beca could have possibly expected. She hadn't spent a great deal of time considering how women might taste, though virtually all of the time spent had occurred in the past two weeks and was focused pretty exclusively on Chloe herself, rather than women in general. It was surprising, to Beca, how different this all was from what she had thought it would be. Chloe looked different, smelled different, tasted different than what she had anticipated. It wasn't a bad thing, no, not at all. It was just a strange thing. What was once surreal and imaginary all at once became real and tangible. Everything clicked into place, like the pins of a lock, in Beca's mind. She had glorified this moment into something it wasn't, and the realization of that made her suddenly less apprehensive. She pressed her tongue hard against Chloe and released a moan that she could have sworn had been slowly building from the first time she kissed the older girl.

"Beca…" Chloe breathed, a stifled, restless sound. With the index finger of her right hand, Beca lightly traced the outer boundaries of the redhead's entrance while continuing to lap at the sensitive bud.

"Please, Beca."

She wrapped her lips around Chloe, sucking hard as she slid the finger slowly inside. She heard a muffled cry of pleasure and looked up to see Chloe's head turned, pressing the pillow against her own face. Beca couldn't help but smile something arrogant and pointed. Chloe looked down at her then, desperate and panting, as she begged: "Please Beca, don't stop."

It was the fire in those crystal blue eyes, even more than the plea, that focused her exclusively to the task in front of her, and she enjoyed every second of causing Chloe to come undone. She loved the way Chloe felt as she pushed and pulled and curved her finger inside of her; loved the sounds that escaped Chloe's throat, guttural and raw, at the way Beca's tongue moved; loved the way Chloe's body quivered as she brought her closer and closer to the edge.

It was when she roughly pressed a second finger inside that Beca became aware, for the first time, of the way Chloe's body involuntarily and erratically gripped and then released her. It was an intoxicating sensation that stirred something hot and powerful low in Beca's stomach and spurred her to endure a bit longer, pressing harder, licking faster.

Chloe's fingers tightly laced into Beca's brown hair, pulling a moan from her. But fingers quickly loosened and dropped away as the symphony of noises Chloe was making stopped suddenly, her breath catching as her back arched. Beca's eyes flicked open to watch Chloe, her face scrunched and brow creased. Her mouth was open, and Beca could see the muscles in her neck straining, but no sound was coming out. The brunette lost sight of Chloe's face as her back arched off the bed again, her chest raising to fill Beca's field of vision. It was breathtakingly beautiful, and so, so hot to watch Chloe writhe this way, but Beca knew it had to end, and she had to be the one to stop it, to allow Chloe the sweet release she so badly needed. Beca pressed her fingers as hard and deep as she could, holding them in place before she slowly curled them as she gently bit down and tugged.

Chloe's silence was broken by a choked yelp, followed by a strangled "Fuck, Beca," the 'a' of which was held until it morphed into a loud moan that slowly quieted as Chloe collapsed back onto the bed, tense muscles suddenly limp. Beca held her fingers still, licking lazily as she watched Chloe's body quake with tiny aftershocks. When the redhead seemed more still than not, Beca gradually withdrew her fingers, leaving one last kiss behind before crawling up the bed and flopping beside Chloe with a loud exhale.

There were a long few minutes where neither girl spoke. Beca just listened to her best friend's soft, satisfied panting, unsure of what she should say, but – for perhaps the first time since this started – actually not worrying about it at all. It was Chloe who ultimately spoke first.

"I was afraid," she breathed, "you might not," another breath, "go through with it."

Beca shifted onto her side, sitting up slightly, then glanced over at Chloe, whose eyes were still shut. A distinct look of pleasure colored her face, and her curls were splayed around her head like a red halo. She looked happy. She looked beautiful. But something about the sight of her that way, coupled with those words, made Beca want to cry. She could feel emotion begin to overwhelm her. Her chest tightened and she swallowed hard, beginning to recognize the sensation of tears welling. She fell back, resuming her previous position, and coughed to clear her throat, to distract herself.

"Yeah, well…" was all she said. It sounded a bit defensive, but didn't betray the weakness she was feeling, which was of the utmost importance to Beca at this particular moment. She knew it wasn't a sentence, that it wasn't a response, but she hoped Chloe wouldn't dwell on it.

Chloe turned onto her side, placing a warm hand on Beca's chest, looking up at her with wide, puppy-like eyes. "That was amazing."

"Yeah?" she asked, quirking a smile, and doing her very best impression of a cool Beca, a Beca who wasn't on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

"Yeah," Chloe said, snuggling into Beca's shoulder. The brunette swallowed again, focusing her gaze on the ceiling. She inhaled deeply and blinked several times before releasing the breath, which sounded, she thought, a bit shaky.

"Ar-are you, um… I mean, like… how do you feel?" Chloe's voice was timid, like it was afraid of the answer.

The truth was that Beca didn't really know what she was feeling. Overcome was the only word that rang true. She couldn't yet parse her own thoughts; she was too overwhelmed to decipher what it was that was, well, overwhelming her. She needed some time, had to sleep on it, think through it, before she'd be ready to have this conversation with Chloe. But she had to answer now, say something. She didn't want to lie. She tried to be as honest as she could, without inviting further discussion.

"Good… I think. I mean, that, uh, that was, like… well, it was really something." Okay, so it wasn't really articulate, but she hoped her inflection conveyed that, whatever confusion she might be feeling, she certainly wasn't regretting this, that she was glad that it happened. She just hoped it'd be a sufficient response for Chloe, at least for now.

She felt the girl's head shift to look up at her, so Beca craned her neck awkwardly to look back. Chloe was smiling a sweet and sincere smile, but there was something in her eyes that looked, not disappointed, but somehow a little sad, or maybe a little shy? Light blue eyes flickered as she stared ahead, examining Beca in what seemed to be an attempt to analyze the look on her face, to garner more about what Beca was feeling than the words she had spoken. It was kind of freaky, the way she seemed to be looking straight through to Beca's inner self. The brunette worried she'd said the wrong thing. She thought about correcting herself, saying something else, but was certain that continuing to babble in that Beca-like way would do more harm than good.

"Good," Chloe finally said, her smile brightening a bit. She leaned up to press a kiss to Beca's cheek, then laid back down on her shoulder and said nothing more.

Beca had eventually ushered Chloe out of her room, explaining that Amy could come home at any moment, knowing the extreme unlikeliness of that scenario. She felt a little guilty, but Beca needed some time to herself, and she felt pretty sure that her best friend would understand that.

She now lay alone in the dark room, covers pulled tightly over her head. Every time she closed her eyes, flashes of Chloe's skin, of Chloe writhing, sounds of Chloe moaning, the taste of her on the tip of her tongue, the feel of her on her hands. So she kept her eyes open, practiced breathing, tried to relax. It wasn't working.

The thought of reaching out to Aubrey made her feel uneasy after their last, very strange, phone call, but Beca felt like she didn't really have much of a choice. She couldn't talk to Jesse, not yet. She knew she needed to give him some time. She felt a bit like she was backed into a corner, knew she needed to talk about this to someone, and realizing she had no choice but the former captain.

She decided to text her, thinking that would be the best option to avoid the kind of weirdness she was met with last time. She grabbed her phone off the nightstand and stared blankly at the text window, thumbs poised. She wasn't sure where to begin, so she began with a stupidly simple Hey.

She dropped the phone onto her chest, but it buzzed almost instantly. It was almost as if Aubrey had been waiting for it.

Hey, what's up?

Beca began to type out a reply, but Aubrey's quick response gave her pause. She erased what she had written in favor of something she hoped would Aubrey would answer honestly.

Have you talked to Chloe?

She wanted to see all of Aubrey's cards on the table. She hoped asking that question bluntly up front would circumvent all of the shady nonsense. She was sick of the weird triangle of communication this whole thing had become.

Yeah…

Beca was grateful for the honesty, and she pressed further.

What did she tell you?

Beca tapped her thumbs against the back of her cell phone laying across her chest. It took Aubrey longer to respond this time, which was understandable, but Beca felt impatient nevertheless.

Just that you two slept together.

The short response surprised Beca. She thought, what with the delayed response time, Aubrey would have more to say than that. She wanted Aubrey to have more to say than that.

In detail?

She swallowed hard and hit 'send.' The question was a bit like looking at a bus crash. She wanted to know the answer, and yet she really didn't want to know the answer. After her last conversation with the blonde, Beca worried her answer might be a bit lewd, and a comment like that was the last thing she wanted to hear.

In some detail… yes.

Beca was so happy that she seemed to have concise, professional, all-work-no-play Aubrey. She wasn't sure she was ready for a playful and suggestive Aubrey again. She might not ever be ready to experience that Aubrey again, but now certainly wasn't the time. She needed captain Aubrey, logical advice-giving Aubrey.

She stared at the blinking cursor in the text box, wanting to explain to Aubrey everything she was feeling right now, but having absolutely no idea how to do that at all. She didn't know how to express herself, nor did she know where she should begin if she did. Texting Aubrey might not have been her best decision…

Are you… okay?

The question was much simpler than what Chloe had asked her: how are you feeling? Aubrey's question was one she at least felt like she had an answer for, plus there was a lot less pressure in talking about this to the blonde than there had been in her post-coital chat with the redhead.

Yeah.

And, perhaps to her own surprise, she really was okay. Despite feeling overwhelmed earlier, she wasn't running. She didn't even have the desire to run.

I'm glad. Did you enjoy it?

It was amazing, really, how easily Aubrey was able to break something that seemed so huge and complex into these easy, small, manageable chunks. Beca envied the former captain's ability to rationalize and simplify problems that way. It was something Beca desperately needed to learn to do. Well, perhaps not desperately, as long as she had Aubrey to help do it for her…

Yeah… I really did.

That's great!

Beca smiled, strangely proud of herself for some reason, when a second text flashed on her screen.

It seemed like Chloe really did, too…

Something hot rushed through Beca and caught in her throat. Her only thought became a sudden, overwhelming desire to know every single detail of what the redhead had said to Aubrey. She did her best to forget it, though. She thought it was childish and weird; she knew she couldn't ask Aubrey that.

Oh… that's good…

It was a stupid response, Beca decided, but she really didn't know what else to say.

Think you'll do it again? ;)

The DJ really hadn't thought of that, oddly enough. She was too fixated on this first encounter to think about any possible future encounters. But the moment she saw Aubrey's text, something in her lit up. She felt herself smile, and her cheeks flush in the most pleasant way. She felt warm, her insides tingling, and she knew she already had the answer.

I hope so, Bree. I… think I'd like that.

Beca placed her phone back on the nightstand and closed her eyes. She felt much better, just getting it off her chest. Everything was okay. No, it was more than okay. Whatever was going on between her and Chloe was, well… it was good. And she was free to enjoy it. At least for the moment, her mind wasn't reeling about what it all meant, or what it could mean in the future. She could just sit and bask in the pure joy of it all.

It was really incredible, that way that Aubrey could just so easily put her mind at ease that way, without really saying anything at all. It's something she thought only Chloe was capable of doing for her. Her past tensions with the blonde woman made it all the more incredible. It was amazing how quickly and easily Aubrey was able to fill that role, the very instant that Chloe's role in her life began to shift. She never knew that Aubrey had this capacity for compassion. It shouldn't have surprised her, really. Aubrey and Chloe could never have been as close as they were if it weren't the case. But Beca was still astounded by it. Aubrey had gone from being a casual friend to a person that Beca could really count on and cared about almost overnight. It was a transition so quick it was almost unprecedented, save, perhaps, for her friendship with Chloe.

She was surprised when she heard her phone buzz again. She figured her last text would have ended the chat. She rolled onto her stomach and reached for the device, tapping the screen to reveal the message.

Fuck, that's hot.

Beca couldn't help but grin at the blonde's profanity… which was weird because it was actually a comment that should have made her uncomfortable, but it didn't, for some reason… Maybe she was just too content to have anything bother her right now. She wasn't sure, but regardless, the text made her giggle.

Aubrey!

Sorry!

The apology was almost immediate, and it made Beca smile again. As she reached to return the phone to its proper place on the nightstand, it buzzed again in her hand.

But it is.

She rolled her eyes. At this rate, she'd never get to sleep…

GOOD NIGHT, AUBREY.

She put the phone back down and closed her eyes. She heard it vibrate once more and waited a long moment before picking up. She cracked one eye open and read the text.

Sweet dreams, Becs. ;)

Shaking her head, she snuggled into her blankets, and with a smirk on her face and lightness in her heart, Beca drifted off to sleep.

A/N: Reviews are the sustenance of all writers. Just remember that. :)