A/N: Sorry for the delay on this chapter, guys! Life happened, and I stopped to write a prompt somewhere in the middle... Anyhow - hope you enjoy! :)
"That was aca-awesome," Stacie slurred, having had, perhaps, a bit more wine than the rest of the crew.
"Yeah," Amy agreed, "I sure wouldn't mind riding that pony."
"But what about Bumper?" Ashley sheepishly asked.
"Yeah, Amy. You're like a totally committed lady now. How does that feel?" Beca asked, grinning. She wasn't normally so chatty when it came to conversations like this one, but Beca couldn't help it. The wine had gone to her head, and teasing Amy about her now boyfriend was simply too funny and too adorable to resist.
"Eh – it's fine," she hedged. The room broke out into a fit of giggles at her response. It was obvious to everyone, save for Amy herself, that the blonde was giddy in love with the former Treblemaker. The smile Amy was attempting to tamp down was a dead giveaway.
"First comes love, then comes marriage…" Cynthia Rose sing-songed, until the whack of a pillow cut her off.
"Shut up!" Amy shouted.
Beca lost track of the conversation as Chloe's fingers disentangled from her own, her palm moving to slide up and down the brunette's thigh. Beca had honestly forgotten that she had been holding Chloe's hand, and had been for at least the last hour, but now her hand felt empty, and a little sweaty, without it. Beca chanced a glance at the girl next to her, who looked back at her with a cheerful grin, her bright eyes accentuating the little bit of mischief held within the smile. Beca watched as the tip of Chloe's tongue poked out between her teeth, the girl's shoulders quickly rising then falling before returning her attention to the room.
Beca did the same, but as her eyes landed on an embarrassed Emily, she felt Chloe's hand rush quickly toward her center, fingers cupping as she grabbed her. Beca was on her feet in a shot with a strange and strangled yelp, joining Emily in her blushing and altogether mortified state. Banter came to a screeching, noiseless halt as all the Bellas suddenly turned to her. She threw a hand up to cover her face, fingers pressing into her forehead.
"Uhh…" she intoned, before clearing her throat.
Amy's voice cut through the uncomfortable silence. "What's the haps, shortstack?"
"You okay, cap?" asked Cynthia Rose.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Um. I just… thought I… felt something."
"Like what?" Beca's hands impulsively balled into fists at the sound of Chloe's bubbly, innocent voice. She turned her head to glare at her and was met with raised eyebrows and a self-satisfied smirk.
She turned back, all eyes still on her. "I don't know," she said through gritted teeth. "Like a… like a bug, or something," she sputtered.
"When I was six years old, my best friend was bit by a mosquito and died."
Beca had never been more grateful for one of Flo's disturbing, exaggerated interjections. The odd comment took the attention off of her just long enough for the tipsy group to resume their conversation.
She started to sit back down next to Chloe, but thinking through it, she instead chose to perch on the arm of the couch, a safe distance away from the impish girl who was giggling under her breath when Beca looked her way. Beca glowered, gesturing a warning finger in the older girl's direction. The redhead held up both hands in mock defeat, lowering her head as she mouthed the word "sorry," before continuing to silently snicker.
"I can't believe you did that!" The team had dispersed for the night and the co-captains were back in Chloe's room. Beca had followed the redhead there, bursting in uninvited and immediately scolding the older girl the second she closed the door.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Chloe grinned.
"Right," Beca sighed. "You just… you can't do that. Not when there's people around." Beca noted the glint in Chloe's eye, knew exactly what was coming next and was about to protest, but Chloe beat her to it.
"There's no one around now," Chloe breathed as she took several slow and deliberate steps in Beca's direction.
"No. Absolutely not. Stop it." Despite her objections, Chloe continued to move forward until her body was centimeters from Beca's. She noticed her own breath shift, becoming shorter, more erratic, and she hated that Chloe could have this sort of effect on her. Because right now she was mad, and she wanted to stay that way. She didn't come here for this. Well, at least not consciously…
The heels of Chloe's palms pressed roughly against her shoulders, Beca's back colliding with the door. She noted the loud, banging sound it made, felt the sting of it on her shoulder blades. Her breath hitched in her throat as Chloe held her there, staring directly into her eyes with a raw sort of ferocity, the likes of which Beca had never seen there before.
Then Chloe's mouth was on her neck, and Beca's breath released in a pathetic whimper. She wanted to protest further, but the words tangled in her throat as heat built in her core. Chloe's lips were so soft, her tongue so wet, and its movement so measured. Beca tilted her head back, giving the redhead a bit more access, as her eyes screwed shut.
Her brain kept telling her to stop this, to push Chloe off, to walk away, but her limbs weren't responding. Her body had other plans.
Chloe's hands caressed down her arms, to her hips, before gliding up her shirt ultimately finding purchase at her bare waist. She could feel Chloe's fingers gripping her firmly, digging into the flesh of her back, the pads of her thumbs rubbing gently, hotly across her stomach.
"I've been waiting to do this all night," Chloe hummed. "I needed to feel you." Beca felt the redhead's tongue slide up the column of her neck, teeth nipping her earlobe. Chloe's body pressed further into hers, until there was no air between them at all, then breathed directly into Beca's ear: "I needed to taste you."
The brunette shivered at the words, and knew Chloe could feel the movement across every inch of her own body, knew it would only spur Chloe on further, but she still couldn't have anticipated the low growl coming from the other girl's throat. The sound of it set fire to Beca's insides. Teeth sunk not so gently into the flesh connecting her neck to her shoulder and Beca yelped something high-pitched and pitiful, the palms of her hands flattening against the door behind her, doing their best to hold herself still. Her knees were weak and her body wanted to collapse under the weight of the woman pressing into her, but she resisted the urge. She could hold strong. After all, she was Beca effin' Mitchell.
Chloe pressed her cheek against Beca's, so she could once again whisper into her ear. Vision partially impaired by waves of red hair, Beca didn't notice the hand before it connected with the bare skin of her chest, exposed by the v-neck t-shirt. The hand pressed hard against her, before gliding slowly up and gripping Beca by the base of her throat. She released a heavy, shaking breath at the contact, and then Chloe spoke. "What was Aubrey texting you?"
Beca's brain momentarily short circuited. Chloe's voice was deep and sultry, but somehow the words didn't match up. Her eyes shot open; she wanted to voice her question, but was pretty certain that the confused what?! never made it from her thoughts to actual, manifested speech, because Chloe expanded upon her first ask. "What was she saying about us?"
If there was a moment that Beca had thought she misheard the girl, or was imagining the whole thing, she was certain now that she hadn't. Something resembling panic was building within her as Chloe began trailing wet kisses down her jawline. She wasn't sure what was happening, how this was happening, what it was that Chloe was playing at here. Frantic thoughts were spinning through her head, but pointed to no conclusion. This didn't make any sense.
"Tell me," Chloe breathed against her lips, before sloppily kissing her, the hand around her throat tightening ever so slightly.
She kissed back for a moment, before reminding her body who was the boss, and reaching her hands up, roughly pushing the woman off her, their lips parting with a smack. "What?!" she demanded, breathlessly.
Chloe started to smirk, an eyebrow raised, but as her shining blue eyes connected with Beca's, she faltered. Her face shifted, suddenly nervous and apologetic, her eyes flicked down to the floor, all confidence lost. She looked like a sad puppy who knew she'd done something wrong and was scared to find out what the consequences would be.
"Uh, sorry. N-nothing," she stuttered. "Never mind."
"What the fuck, dude?!" she half shouted, half laughed. She wasn't exactly sure how she should be feeling right now. She was surprised by the redhead's words, didn't have the slightest clue what they meant, yet she was also painfully aroused. The mention of their blonde friend's name hadn't counteracted the way Chloe was making her feel just a moment ago. Wait a second. Should it have?
Panic gripped her. The feeling was familiar. Was this thing with Chloe ever going to get any less weird? Any easier?
"What the fuck is happening?!" she spat when Chloe didn't immediately respond to her first question.
"Nothing!" Chloe was quick to answer this time. "I just… I was just wondering what she said to you, that's all." The second half of her statement was rushed, but it was the pause – the gap between the truth and the lie – that was most curious to Beca. This whole experimentation thing existed in silences like that one, in the things that weren't being said. But while Beca was eager to fill those fractures with facts and certainty, she knew she wasn't ready for it. She wasn't prepared to share her own thoughts and feelings, wouldn't have known how to even if she was. And hearing those things from Chloe? No, Beca definitely was not ready for that either.
So she had to make a choice, to let it go, or to walk away. It didn't make any sense, really, and maybe it was just her inability to extinguish the fire within her while she was looking at her friend's flushed cheeks and bruised lips, but Beca honestly felt afraid of the latter. She didn't know how Chloe would react if she left, didn't even know what she herself would do and she didn't want to find out. The thing that scared her most was what would become of them, of this thing they were doing, if she walked away right now.
So she didn't. Instead, she quickly stepped forward, wrapping one arm around Chloe's waist and bringing the opposite hand to Chloe's jawline, roughly pulling the woman in for a passionate kiss.
Chloe spun them, her hands gripping Beca's biceps as she pushed her backward toward the bed. Beca's knees gave out instantly when the backs of them connected with the mattress, gracelessly collapsing onto it. She gasped at the surprise of it, but Chloe moved quickly into her lap, legs straddling her hips as the heels of her palms forced Beca onto her back, pinning her there. The brunette reflexively surged her shoulders upward, against the weight of Chloe's hands, but Chloe was stronger than she looked and Beca found herself effectively powerless. She looked up at her co-captain, hair wild, eyes intensely focused and yet still glistening with that adorable Chloe patented shine, a confident and wicked grin gracing her face.
Beca thought she should be afraid of that look. It was hungry and it was commanding, but it only served to excite her and she whimpered breathlessly in response because Chloe wasn't doing anything. She was sitting atop her, perfectly still, holding Beca in place, but otherwise doing nothing more than staring down at her. Beca's chest was hot, and she could feel wetness pooling between her thighs; she desperately needed attention from more than just Chloe's eyes. Her hips rolled almost unconsciously as she watched the woman above her slowly lick her lips.
"Patience isn't really your strong suit, huh, Becs?" Chloe's voice was an impossible combination of cute and sexy. Had she not heard it herself, she would have sworn such a sound didn't exist anywhere on this planet. Beca wanted to respond, but her words were trapped somewhere between her thoughts and her mouth, so she groaned instead, once again writhing beneath the older girl. Chloe giggled, then turned suddenly serious. Chloe's chest was abruptly pressed flush against Beca's own, and her brain was hyper aware of the sensation. Chloe's mouth was by her ear, her voice now turned gravelly and low, and almost cruel. "I heard you the first time," she growled.
Beca released a pathetically strangled, guttural noise. Chloe's words sounded in Beca's ears like an echo. Her chest heaved as she raised a hand to graze her fingers across Chloe's cheek, but the girl grabbed her wrist and roughly thrust it against the mattress just above Beca's head.
"No touching." The tenor of Chloe's command, and the words themselves, made Beca feel absolutely weak. She couldn't speak, couldn't move, and didn't want to. As Chloe gripped tightly to her other wrist, dragging it up to meet its opposite, Beca knew she was now at the mercy of the redhead, knew that trying to fight it would prove futile. Something about that made her smile stupidly, even though it felt like exactly the wrong time to do so, but Chloe smiled back down at her. The two remained still that way for what felt like a long time to Beca, long enough for Beca to imagine what they must have looked like from a distance, and to mentally snapshot the moment, filing it away for later remembrance, hoping that the way she was feeling right now would be forever attached to the image.
Then Chloe's mouth was on hers, kissing her with wild abandon. Beca wanted to press her hips against Chloe's, but reminded herself not to, lest she be reprimanded again. She had to trust that Chloe knew what she wanted, what she needed. As if on cue, Beca felt the girl's hips press into her before rolling against her agonizingly slowly. The sound of Chloe moaning made Beca feel dizzy. She felt fingers gripping her wrists more tightly as Chloe's hips ground into her once more, a little quicker this time.
Chloe broke the kiss and when Beca's eyes fluttered open she found the woman staring down at her, biting her lower lip. Chloe didn't break eye contact as her hips continued to rock against Beca. It made Beca feel a little bit uncomfortable, and most definitely vulnerable, but there was also something distinctly arousing about the shared connection. She was captivated by every minute change in the girl's face and could see the way the breath left her body in clipped waves. She imagined herself as the air Chloe inhaled, the staccato rhythm beginning to match the redhead's movement.
Chloe shifted her hands, now holding both of Beca's with only her left. She leaned down to kiss Beca's jawline as her right hand moved to grab her breast. Her lips traveled once again to Beca's throat. She began to feel a bit overwhelmed by all of their points of contact and her inability to reciprocate any of the attention. Her skin was hot, her breath short, her head swimming. It was crazy to think how turned on she was, how close she already was, despite the fact that neither of them had shed even one layer of clothing.
Her hands were suddenly released as Chloe leaned back, tugging at Beca's shirt. "Take this off." The brunette worried for a moment that the other girl was somehow capable of reading her thoughts, but shook it off as she sat up, pulling off her shirt and tossing it to the floor.
"This too," Chloe said, tugging at her bra strap. Beca looked away, reaching around to unhook the garment as Chloe sat back, removing her own shirt. When she looked back up, Chloe's breasts were centimeters from her face, clad in light blue lace. She flicked her eyes up to meet Chloe's, whose smile was daring her to do… something. Beca just wasn't sure what. She looked back down, stared ahead at the sensual sight in front of her and unconsciously licked her lips.
"Touch me," Chloe finally instructed. Beca was quick to obey, reaching both hands up to cup the underside of Chloe's breasts. She trailed kisses from her sternum to the edge of cloth, the woman above her watching her closely. Tugging the fabric aside, she continued her journey, sucking the peak into her mouth and running a hot tongue against it. Beca's eyes flicked up again to see Chloe's head drop back, directing a loud groan toward the ceiling. Beca moaned softly in response, the vibrations of which the redhead must have been pleased with as her fingers tangled into Beca's hair and pulled her even closer.
Beca's hands drifted down Chloe's stomach and around to her back, nails gently scraping down smooth skin. Her hands moved to grip the older girl's backside, urging her down further into her lap, Beca rolling her hips up against her.
"Mmm," Beca hummed before flicking her wrist to give Chloe a swift slap. Fingers immediately released from her hair; she felt them dance across her collarbone as Chloe pushed herself out of reach of Beca's mouth.
"Beca!" If the high-pitched squeak of Chloe's voice wasn't enough to make her surprise known, then the look on her face certainly was.
Beca didn't respond, though, except to grin something knowing yet innocent, her eyebrows raised in what she intended to be a very teasing look. Chloe's hand flew to her throat, grasping beneath her chin, fingers pressing against her jaw. The move was rough and it forced Beca's mouth open, which Chloe took as an opportunity to slide her tongue directly inside without hesitation or any sense of propriety.
This more aggressive Chloe was absolutely thrilling to Beca. She thought that maybe she should be a bit more afraid of her, of this – after all, this really was only their second time together – but she was simply too aroused by it to care. It wasn't something she ever could have articulated wanting – honestly, it'd never even occurred to her that something like this would be something she even enjoyed – but Chloe was just so… so hot.
Beca reached for Chloe, but her hands were promptly slapped away, shoved back against the bed. "Only when I say so." Her tone was firm, but much kinder than the earlier snarling directives. Beca felt herself forcibly pushed back on the bed, Chloe's mouth back on her neck, but rougher this time, biting hard and sucking harder. Then, Chloe's voice in her ear, once again growling, "I'm gonna make you come so hard."
The words made the room spin. She felt like she was going to pass out, and was suddenly very grateful to be laying down. Chloe's mouth trailed down her body, licking, sucking, and nipping at every piece of flesh she encountered. As her lips pressed a kiss just below Beca's navel, Chloe reached up and pressed a firm hand against her chest, then dragged it down her abdomen, nails scratching, until fingers dipped under the edge of her shorts. Chloe sat back and ripped them from her, taking her panties with them.
Beca watched breathlessly as the redhead positioned herself between her legs, kissed up the inside of her left thigh, then turned her head to give the right the same attention. She let her head fall back when she felt Chloe's tongue press against the flesh connecting her thigh to her center. She was eager for what was sure to follow, could literally feel the anticipation dripping from her, but Chloe continued to tease her, to lick everywhere but where Beca needed her. She let out a frustrated whimper and arched her back, hoping the movement in her hips would be enough to get Chloe where she wanted her. But it wasn't, and she realized then that the girl's actions were purposeful, that she wanted Beca to suffer, wanted her to beg.
"Please, Chlo."
The redhead hummed in response, the tremor intoxicating, and her voice innocent. "Please what?"
Beca groaned, frustration evident as her hips bucked. A single finger dragged up her thigh and stopped just below her entrance. "Tell me," now a gruff, demanding tone.
"I…" but her words tangled in her throat. "Please," she cried.
"Tell me." Chloe didn't move as Beca writhed, an anxious breath escaping through her nose. Beca's eyes were shut tightly and it was a moment more before she heard Chloe's low rasp. "Tell me what you need."
"God. Fuck. Just touch me," she pleaded.
"Touch you where?" That innocent tone was back and it was driving Beca crazy, made her desperate. Her frustration showed as pent up words spilled out of her in a slightly garbled rush, making it clear to Chloe that she couldn't take one more second of this.
"Everywhere. Please. Inside, outside. Just please. God. I want you to make me come. Please. Please."
She could practically feel Chloe's grin, and something about that sort of irritated her, yet aroused her even further. And despite her best efforts, she couldn't quite stifle her quiet scream as Chloe's mouth wrapped around her clit, finger pushing inside her.
"Jesus," she breathed. Chloe's finger slowly slid in and out, tongue moving against her. Beca's breathing was fast. Her chest tight. She was honestly embarrassed by how hopelessly turned on she was, how close she was to the edge already.
Chloe must have sensed that, or maybe she really could read Beca's thoughts, because all contact suddenly stopped. She looked down as Chloe sat back and removed her finger. The movement was abrupt and kind of painful for Beca, who dropped her head back releasing a groan of protest.
But Chloe was quick. Beca felt the girl's body press into her side, and then there was a hand roughly gripping her face, turning her head to stare into fiery blue eyes.
"I want to watch you come," the redhead growled and Beca couldn't help but whimper at the words, at the wanting ache between her thighs. "Kiss me."
Without hesitation, Beca obeyed, surging upward to meet Chloe's mouth with her own. She moaned at the taste of herself on the other girl's lips, couldn't stop herself from licking at them. The sensation rocked her, made her head swim. She broke the kiss and cried out when Chloe pushed two fingers inside her, thumb pressing firmly against her clit. Her pace was wild, rough, and erratic from the start, but she quickly found a hard and fast rhythm. Beca focused on breathing, which was becoming an increasing challenge. Chloe was using her teeth to pull and suck on her ear lobe. She screwed her eyes shut, head pressed into the bed, as she felt herself once again nearing the edge.
Then a hand was clutching her neck, turning her head once more, pressing firmly against her. "Look at me," came the gruff command. Beca groaned, her brow furrowing. "I said look at me."
Her eyes snapped open. She couldn't deny an order that harshly spoken. When her eyes connected with Chloe's, she could see raw desire burning there. The glisten in them was animalistic; it was practically savage. And it was Beca's complete undoing. She felt herself cascading over the edge and as much as she wanted to look away as she rode out the feeling, she never broke eye contact with Chloe. Maybe she did black out for just a second, but she never closed her eyes. Well, not until she had completely finished, Chloe gently coaxing her down, and the drunken fog clearing from her brain. Then the unbridled arousal she felt was quickly replaced by mortification. She grabbed a pillow and pulled it over her face.
She heard Chloe chuckle and started to retort before she realized the pillow was muffling her words. She lifted the corner of it from her face, just enough to be understood. "Ohmygod. Stop it! What the fuck?!"
Chloe laughed even harder, so Beca swung the pillow at her before pulling it back to her own face.
"Hey!" Chloe's bubbly, innocent tone had returned and Beca was grateful for it. She could not deal with even one word from sexy Commander Beale right now. Embarrassed didn't begin to cover how she was feeling.
"Are you freaking kidding me right now?!"
"What?" Chloe asked incredulously. "Seriously, Becs. It's totes fine. Why are you freaking out?"
Beca groaned into the pillow before peeking out from the side of it. "Because that was mortifying!"
"Well, you certainly seemed to enjoy it…" Chloe said with a cocky grin.
Beca practically screamed into the pillow. She became suddenly aware of how fully naked she was and immediately popped up and off the bed, grabbing her discarded clothes from the floor. "Don't look at me!" she threw over her shoulder as she slipped back into her clothes at record speed.
Chloe laughed. It was loud and full bellied. Glad she's enjoying this, Beca thought sarcastically. Once she was covered, she turned back to face the redhead, both her hands threading through her hair, holding it back for a moment as she stared at the edge of the bed.
The sweet tone of Chloe's voice forced her to look up into kind eyes. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. It's seriously fine. More than fine," she said with an exaggerated wink.
Beca thrust a hand forward, gesturing in Chloe's direction. "But—" she started to protest, but her friend cut her off.
"No buts. That," Chloe said with a nod of her head and flash of her eyes toward the space on the bed that Beca had inhabited only moments ago, "was fucking hot."
Beca looked up toward the ceiling, shaking her head slightly in disbelief. Chloe was insufferable, but she'd be lying if she said the comment didn't make her want to smile, or that it didn't somehow warm her cold, black heart. Chloe certainly had a way of brightening Beca's mood in any given situation. That skill was being pushed to the limits lately, but so far, it was no less true than it had been in the past.
"Now," Chloe started, climbing to her knees and working her way to foot of the bed, toward Beca. "Isn't it time you got your cute butt over here? I haven't had my turn yet…" she pouted.
Beca rolled her eyes, but couldn't suppress her smile as she moved toward the bed. "Who says you get a turn?" she teased.
"Mitchell, I swear—" but the thought was cut off as Beca bent down and pressed their lips together.