A/N: Sorry for the delay on this one. Hope it's worth the wait?
Beca's head was swimming. The wine had heightened her senses. Chloe's hair against her skin, the heat of her breath, the sound of her voice, the grip of Aubrey's hand, the feel of her eyes wandering across Beca's form, her mind was indulging all of these sensations while slowing her thoughts in an attempt to stop them altogether. Beca struggled to get ahold of herself, to fight off her id. Her mouth was dry and she swallowed hard, then opened her eyes to see Aubrey looking back at her.
"I, uh—" she stammered. Beca was mesmerized by the expression in Aubrey's eyes and watched carefully as the woman bit her bottom lip. "Okay," she heard herself whisper.
A smile spread wide across Aubrey's face as Chloe's fingers squeezed excitedly into Beca's shoulders. Aubrey pulled a key from her clutch and moved to open the door. Beca's heart raced as she was ushered inside.
"Have a seat," Aubrey said, gesturing toward the white sofa. "I'll get us some water."
Beca watched as Aubrey disappeared into the kitchen, taking in the view of her bare shoulder blades under the thin straps of her dress. Anticipation buzzed in the tips of her fingers, but nerves soon followed. Just as something akin to fear began to form, she felt herself being guided toward the couch. That's when she remembered that Chloe's hands had never left her, and there was something so very comforting about that, to Beca. She felt her muscles relax as she sat down.
But that tension quickly returned as Chloe joined her, sitting close and draping her legs across Beca's lap. Chloe reached one hand to gently pet Beca's knee as the other gripped the far side of her neck. She felt herself stiffen, anxiety getting the better of her until Chloe began placing delicate kisses just below her ear. Tension released once again as Beca closed her eyes and leaned into the feeling. Her mouth dropping open with a soft groan when Chloe's mouth pressed harder against her.
"Chloe!" Beca's eyes snapped open at Aubrey's voice calling from the kitchen, but Chloe's kisses didn't stop. "Can you give me a hand?"
When she didn't immediately make a move, Beca turned her head to look at Chloe. "Be right there," Chloe shouted back. Her blue eyes held such a deep hunger, but her smile was innocent and sweet, and the mismatch of the two was so quintessentially Chloe Beale that Beca couldn't stop her own smile.
Beca felt fingers press at the back of her head as Chloe pulled her into a long, chaste kiss. God, how she'd missed this, kissing Chloe, the feel of her lips, and the sound of her breath. Chloe pulled away too quickly, and when Beca's eyes opened a moment later, she was already standing.
"Be right back," she said with a wink, then turned and headed for the kitchen.
Beca tucked her hair behind her ears and repositioned herself on the couch. She took a deep breath and tried to relax. This was not what she had planned, but now that she was here, she found herself excited by the prospects, eager even. And, yes, she was also terrified, but Beca was fairly certain that there was no version of this where she would find herself anything other than terrified.
Besides, what was it that she was really afraid of? Having absolutely no idea what she was doing, sure – but she had already been through that with Chloe. And Chloe had never once made her feel embarrassed or ashamed, and based on her phone calls with Aubrey, Beca was pretty confident that Aubrey wouldn't either. On top of that, it's not like Chloe and Aubrey had experience with this. They had, more or less, admitted over dinner that they were just as uncertain as Beca was.
Nothing was going to stop Beca from being hesitant about the logistics, but the wine had given her the courage she required to disregard that reluctance.
What was left to be scared about? Beca felt certain that friendship wouldn't be lost if this didn't work out. Sure, there would probably be a period of awkwardness that followed, but Beca knew that if the three of them didn't remain friends, it would be because of her own doing, not Aubrey and Chloe's.
And if it did work out? Well, Beca supposed that was all she really had left to fear.
Chloe and Aubrey returned to the room with three glasses of water. Chloe handed one to Beca, then sat down next to her, this time leaving several inches of space between them.
"Thanks," Beca said, before quickly gulping down half the glass.
"Thirsty?" Aubrey's voice came from across the room, where she was seated in a matching white arm chair.
Beca placed her glass on a coaster that was set on the coffee table before her. Of course Aubrey Posen had coasters.
Beca shrugged. "Guess so." She heard Chloe giggle beside her and shot her a glare, but Chloe simply raised an eyebrow in response, leaning to place her glass onto a second coaster. She turned and pulled her right leg onto the sofa, knee bent and holding her ankle as she scooted an inch closer to Beca.
"Wait," Beca looked back to Aubrey, perched gracefully at the edge of her seat, legs crossed and water still in hand. "Should we talk about this?"
Beca was surprised by the anxious quality of Aubrey's voice. The woman seemed so uncharacteristically unsure of herself all of a sudden. This was an entirely different Aubrey than the one she had encountered in that hotel room in Copenhagen, the Aubrey Posen she had kissed. She wondered what had caused the shift. Her brow unconsciously furrowed.
"I just mean," Aubrey said, "We're drunk… maybe we shouldn't do this."
"Aubrey!" Beca turned toward Chloe. She looked just as dumbfounded as she sounded. She wasn't upset, nor angry, just surprised, and maybe a bit hurt. Beca looked back to Aubrey and saw the serious expression she was pointing toward Chloe.
Beca felt a bit awkward in the middle like this. She wasn't sure what she should do, or say. Perhaps it wasn't really her place to say anything for now.
Chloe released a quiet sigh. "You're right," she said, "I'm sorry." She placed a hand on Beca's thigh and stared down at it as she spoke. "I shouldn't have… I mean, we shouldn't have…" She looked up, wincing a little at the words. "We want to be sure you're comfortable. We don't want to push you into anything that—"
Beca interrupted. "Wait. What?"
Her eyes flashed to Aubrey as she offered further explanation. "We don't want to make any assumptions. We know you haven't had a lot of time to consider this, really consider it. And we don't want to do anything that might…" Aubrey's voice trailed off.
"Might what?" Beca's irritation was apparent. "Go ahead," she goaded, "you can say it."
"Might make you run." Aubrey's words weren't harsh, but they were definite. They cut right through Beca. She felt like she wanted to scream, but a much calmer side of herself knew the statement wasn't entirely unfair. It's all Beca had ever done, and not only just over the last two months; it's all she'd ever done since long before she even became a Barden Bella.
Beca took a deep breath and released it. "I'm not glass," she said evenly. "I'm not gonna break." There was a pause as she glanced between the two women, both sitting perfectly still, listening with full attention. "And I'm not a child. I can make my own choices." Beca turned her head to look at Chloe, whose eyes flicked up to meet hers the moment she stopped speaking. She looked apologetic, and a little sad. Beca was grateful that these two women were considering her feelings in a way that perhaps they hadn't in the past, but, looking at Chloe, she fully realized that it just wasn't necessary anymore. Beca had passed the point of no return.
She leaned in and kissed Chloe sweetly, listening to the sound of her sigh as she felt fingers grip her leg. Chloe was breathless as Beca pulled away, her eyes still shut. Beca turned to look at Aubrey, who wore a proud sort of half smile that made Beca grin. "I want this. I want you," she said carefully, not breaking eye contact with Aubrey. "I want both of you," she corrected, with a glance back at the woman beside her.
Without another word, and without leaving time for the moment to really land, Beca moved to straddle Chloe's lap, pulling her face forward with both hands into a heated kiss. Chloe's gasp made Beca smile, a sense of pride pulsing through her as she slipped her tongue into the redhead's mouth.
Chloe quickly reciprocated, and Beca heard a breathy noise come from Aubrey in the far corner of the room. The sound ignited something in the pit of Beca's stomach. Knowing that Aubrey was watching from afar, Beca's hips rolled deliberately against the woman beneath her. Chloe grasped Beca's arms, her nails digging ever so slightly into Beca's skin.
The two kissed for several long minutes before Beca heard Aubrey stir. Hands swept Beca's hair away from the left side of her neck before one found purchase atop her right shoulder, the other covering Chloe's hand against her left bicep. Aubrey's lips connected with her neck and Beca felt her center tighten at the contact. She broke the kiss for a moment, bracing herself with one hand on the back of the couch and pressing her forehead against Chloe's. She released a shaky breath and then inhaled sharply at Aubrey's unrelenting open-mouthed kisses.
Chloe's free hand moved to cup Beca's face and tug at the hair behind her right ear. Her eyes were shut, but she could feel Chloe watching her as she gave a slight hiss at the sensation. "Fuck, you're so hot," whispered Chloe. Aubrey made a nasal sound of agreement before teeth pressed into the crook of her neck.
Beca felt like she was on fire as she reached an arm back to clutch Aubrey's hair, pulling her harder against her own flesh. Chloe's hand traveled slowly down Beca's side before gripping Beca's hip to hold her in place as she pressed her own hips upward against her. Beca opened her eyes to Chloe's, their foreheads still pressed together. She watched the glint in blue eyes as she felt the hips beneath her roll once more.
Beca whimpered when Aubrey's mouth moved away, but the hand on her shoulder quickly traveled to grip the front of her throat with splayed fingers, pulling her slightly backward until Beca felt her shoulder blades connect with Aubrey's chest. Aubrey pushed forward and captured Chloe's lips in her own, mere centimeters from Beca's face. She watched with wide eyes, intoxicated by the sight.
Chloe dragged her nails from Beca's hip, sliding under the teal blouse and up Beca's stomach before palming a bra clad breast. The touch spurred Beca to crane her neck so she could nip and kiss Aubrey's jaw line. Fingers curled around her neck as Aubrey shifted further into her, the hand on her arm finally releasing Chloe's to instead grab a handful of red hair. Chloe's newly freed hand traveled to the curve of Beca's right side, pulling downward until Beca got the hint and began rhythmically rocking her hips.
Beca felt her brain momentarily short circuit. So much was happening simultaneously that it was becoming impossible to keep track of every touch, to properly register and respond to each sensation.
There came a breathy whisper from someone, a plea to move to the bedroom that not one of them could deny. Beca felt the heat from Aubrey's body leave her own as the girl stepped back. She knew she had to move next, to get off Chloe, but Beca was feeling dizzy. She needed another moment. She leaned her forehead against Chloe's collarbone, breathing metrically to steady herself.
"You okay, Becs?" asked Chloe.
Beca nodded against Chloe's shoulder. "Fine. Just need a second." Silence followed. A hand (she wasn't sure whose) slowly rubbed her upper back. After a minute, Beca lifted her head. The hand disappeared and Beca stood up. She was now facing Aubrey, who moved a hand to cup beneath the left side of Beca's jaw. Her eyes fluttered shut as her lips parted, leaning into Aubrey's touch.
"You're sure you're okay?" Aubrey asked. The concern in her voice made Beca's eyes snap open. She stared ahead at the uncertainty in Aubrey's eyes.
"Positive," Beca affirmed. She grabbed Aubrey's wrist and pulled her hand away, then stepped forward and kissed her hard, one hand gripping Aubrey's neck and the other pulling on the woman's hip until she stumbled forward, pressing flush against Beca. Aubrey released a surprised squeak that absolutely delighted Beca.
It took a moment, but Aubrey kissed her back with a vigor Beca had yet to experience from her before. The passion it ignited within her was staggering. Beca wasn't sure exactly how she'd gotten here, to this moment. How had she not realized just how badly she wanted this? How was it possible that she had so vehemently denied it from herself for so long?
Beca pulled back when she felt a hand tug her own away from Aubrey's hip. Her eyes opened to Chloe, who grabbed one of Aubrey's hands as well before leading them all down the hall to the bedroom.
Chloe entered first, and immediately pulled her purple shirt up over her head and tossed it aside, revealing a black bra with white polka dots and a pink, lacey fringe, but Beca wasn't much focused on it. Instead, her eyes hungrily roamed the newly revealed skin of her shoulders and the line of her abs. Temporarily frozen in place, Aubrey stepped past her and turned her back to Chloe. Beca watched as Chloe unzipped the light blue dress. It fell in what Beca could have sworn was slow motion. Her eyes followed the dress to the floor before raking back up Aubrey's form, now clad only in simple black lace.
Beca realized then that Aubrey and Chloe had, at some point (though Beca had no idea when), removed their shoes. She looked down at her own boots, then sat on the nearby wooden desk chair to take them off. Focused on the task at hand, she didn't notice the women glide toward her, so as she set her boots aside she was surprised to find Aubrey kneeling before her. Beca stared down at her until she felt Chloe's guiding hand turning her head to look at her instead. She noticed that Chloe's pants were gone as the girl leaned down to kiss her. Beca melted into the contact. She almost didn't notice Aubrey's hands on her knees, gently spreading her legs.
Beca turned to look at Aubrey as she edged closer, filling the gap between her thighs. Aubrey's hands moved to the top of Beca's jeans. She leaned upward and Beca met her halfway. They kissed sloppily as Aubrey undid the button of her jeans and tugged down on the zipper.
Aubrey pulled away and flashed a devious grin. Beca felt Chloe's hands pulling at the shoulders of her top. She looked toward her to see a similar smile, and then without breaking eye contact raised her arms with a smirk of her own so Chloe could remove the garment.
Chloe moved quickly behind the chair as she did so, and after tossing the blouse aside she grabbed each of Beca's wrists in her hands and pulled them behind the chair. Beca gasped as Chloe held tightly, leaning down and craning her neck to place wet kisses on Beca's left cheek.
Beca had closed her eyes for a moment, but reopened them when she felt Aubrey tugging at her pants. She could feel her face flush and knew there was a painful need in her eyes as she looked down at Aubrey and lifted her hips so that her jeans and panties could be pulled away simultaneously. That same needy look was reflected back to her in Aubrey's eyes as she leaned forward and began kissing her way up Beca's inner thigh.
The look was intense, and Beca couldn't hold the gaze for longer than a few seconds. She screwed her eyes shut and let her head fall back. Chloe's mouth drifted down to her neck. The delicate kisses she left there, coupled with Aubrey now teasing her way up Beca's other thigh, was enough to drive her insane. It was all just too soft, too sweet, and too gentle. Beca needed more. She struggled against Chloe's strong hands.
"Did you see the way she was looking at you?" Chloe whispered directly into her ear. "How badly she wants you?"
Beca's brow furrowed. She tightened her lips with a whimper. Aubrey was now dragging her tongue across her skin everywhere but where Beca needed her. The sound of Chloe's voice made Beca's hips buck. She could sense the smug smile the action brought to Aubrey's face, which only served to frustrate Beca further.
"Bree, please," Beca whined.
All contact from both women suddenly stopped – except for Chloe's tight grip on her wrists. Beca inhaled sharply in surprise, her body writhing once in desperate exasperation.
"Oh, is there something you want?" Aubrey's question was light and innocent. The juxtaposition of it with the situation the trio currently found themselves in was disorienting, and altogether absolutely killing Beca, who released a strangled moan in response, and once again attempted to pull her wrists from Chloe's grasp.
"Look at me, Beca." Aubrey's voice was forceful, even a little harsh. And there it was again, that feeling Beca got at hearing Aubrey pronounce her name. This time it made the room spin, and all Beca could do was whimper helplessly, her back arching, her body demanding more attention.
"I said look at me." Beca's biceps stung as they were forced against back of the chair when Chloe pulled her wrists together hard, grabbing both in one hand so she could press the other against the top of her chest, fingers wrapping around her neck.
Her eyes snapped open as she dropped her head forward to look down at the sight of Aubrey between her legs.
"Good girl," Aubrey praised. "Now," the innocent voice was back again, "what is it you want, Beca?"
Beca groaned, her eyes unconsciously shutting for just a brief moment before she reminded herself to keep them open. Her chest heaved as she breathed loudly. "I want you," she panted, "I want your mouth on me."
Aubrey smiled, and Chloe's grip on her throat loosened. "You're going to watch me," Aubrey said, a fierceness burning in her eyes. There was no question. It was a command. Beca bit her bottom lip, wanting to close her eyes again, but denying the urge. She nodded. Beca was sure it was pathetic, but at this moment she didn't care. She'd had enough. She needed this.
Aubrey's arms wrapped under Beca's legs, her hands grabbing the tops of her thighs to steady herself as she gradually leaned down. She stared directly at Beca, watching her carefully, her green eyes not flickering for a moment.
Beca saw, then felt, Aubrey's tongue press flat against her. It took everything in her to fight the instinct to close her eyes. She moaned loudly, her brows knitting as she watched Aubrey's tongue begin to move, slowly at first.
Chloe's hand drifted lower on Beca's chest, pressing firmly against her ribs. "Fuck," the redhead spat gracelessly. It was then that Beca realized that Chloe's face was right next to hers. She was witnessing this moment from just the same angle.
It was too much. Beca wanted to shut her eyes, needed to throw her head back, but she did as she was told. She controlled herself, and that was all the more arousing. Beca was already embarrassingly close as Aubrey sped up her motions, eyes darting between hers and Chloe's for a moment.
In her periphery, Beca watched Chloe's head turn. She suddenly bit hard into the nook between Beca's neck and shoulder. Beca let go a stifled scream.
Chloe dragged her tongue up Beca's neck. "You like that?" Her voice was hot, dripping with lust. Beca inhaled sharply at the sound, her brows knitting further together as she continued to look down at Aubrey. "Do you?" Chloe asked again, tugging the lobe of Beca's ear with her teeth.
Beca released the breath with a whimper, frantically nodding her head. "Yes," she panted.
Chloe slid a hand under the cup of Beca's bra, roughly pinching, then slightly twisting an already pert nipple. "Yeah?" Chloe's voice, begging the same question, the sight of the impish glint in Aubrey's eyes, the feel of her hands restrained behind her, Aubrey's rushed yet rhythmic ministrations, all of it came to head and Beca was no longer able to hold on.
"Yes," she cried, as her body began quake. She finally closed her eyes as the world went black, the sound of her moans filling the room. Aubrey's movements slowed as Beca came down. Chloe took a step back before cautiously releasing Beca's wrists.
Beca's breaths were loud as she felt herself fully regain consciousness. The room spun. Her mouth was dry. As she felt Aubrey stop altogether and move away from her, Beca let her eyes flutter open, falling once again on the blonde woman sitting on her heels before her. She was looking down at her hands, folded delicately in her own lap. She was quiet, pensive even, but when it seemed she became aware of Beca's eyes on her, Aubrey quickly looked up with a sly grin.
"You certainly are a good girl, Beca," she said, "even better than Chloe promised."
Beca shook her head. This all felt almost like a dream. She wasn't quite sure yet that this was happening. She turned her head to look at Chloe, who was smiling down at her something equal parts giddy and lascivious. Beca grinned.
When Beca turned back, Aubrey was on her knees and leaning toward her. Beca kissed her, groaning at the taste of herself on Aubrey's lips. She felt Chloe's fingers scrape up her arms, then disappear as they reached her shoulders.
Beca reached an arm around to the back of Aubrey's head, gripping a fistful of hair at the top of her neck. With a quick tug, she pulled Aubrey away and reveled in the high-pitched gasp she released.
"I'm not always such a good girl," she growled before moving to kiss and bite Aubrey's neck.
A delighted squeal came from Chloe behind her. Beca hadn't forgotten about her. After a moment, she released Aubrey, stood and walked around the chair to Chloe. She forcefully tugged the girl's hips toward her own and kissed her. Chloe's right hand tangled into her hair, and Beca felt her left slide up her thigh before settling to grope her backside. Aubrey's body pressed into Beca from behind, brushing her hair to the side before trailing kisses from the back of her shoulder to her neck.
Beca put some space between her and Chloe so she could run a hand down Chloe's chest, across her stomach, then pause for a moment as her fingers reached fabric.
Chloe broke the kiss, pressing her forehead against Beca's. "Please," she breathed. Beca smiled as she allowed her fingers to gently dance over the material. She could feel the heat radiating from the other woman, but refused to place any pressure where she knew Chloe wanted her.
"Please what?"
Beca felt a satisfied vibration from Aubrey's mouth against her shoulder blade, but a frustrated groan from Chloe overpowered the sound.
"Please touch me," Chloe begged, "fuck me. Please, Beca."
Beca yanked the panties far enough down Chloe's legs that they dropped to the floor around her ankles, and without further warning she placed two strong fingers against Chloe, with a self-satisfied smirk at the redhead's gasp. She buried her face in Chloe's neck, sucking soft flesh as she began pressing tight circles where Chloe needed her most.
It wasn't long before Chloe's breathing became erratic. Aubrey's lips grazed Beca's ear and hot words followed. "She wants you to fuck her."
Beca reacted almost instantly, moving her hand lower before skillfully pushing two fingers inside. Chloe inhaled sharply, nodding her head when it became apparent that words weren't forming. Beca pumped her fingers languorously at first. She bent her thumb to hit just right with each long, slow stroke. Chloe's nails dug into Beca's back, begging her to thrust harder, move faster. As she gradually sped up, her movements became hurried but still rhythmic, and Chloe came undone quickly with a stifled scream of Beca's name. The girl's knees buckled, but Beca wrapped a strong arm around her middle to hold her steady. As Beca felt Chloe coming down, regaining her own ability to stand, she dropped to her knees, grabbed hold of Chloe's thighs and ran her tongue through wet folds. Chloe hissed, her body momentarily recoiling from the attention.
Aubrey stepped to the side, leaning over Beca slightly to kiss Chloe. Beca listened to the sound of it with new found excitement, then felt Aubrey's hand grab a fistful of her hair to hold her in place.
"Two good girls," Aubrey purred.
Beca heard Chloe hum, and then the sounds of them kissing stopped. Aubrey's hand dropped away from the back of her head and Beca was able to turn just in time to see Chloe removing Aubrey's bra.
"Can we?" Chloe softly questioned. "Have we been good enough?"
Still on her knees, Beca watched as something bright flared in Aubrey's eyes. They closed and her head rolled back, her mouth dropping open with a breathy moan of approval. Aubrey was finally ready to give in. Beca was pretty sure she had never seen something quite so sexy before. She felt a fire rise within her, a ferocity she wasn't altogether familiar with. It brought her quickly to her feet, and forced her hand to grab the side of Aubrey's neck.
"Lay down," she heard herself growl.
Aubrey obliged, and Beca followed her, crawling up the bed as Chloe moved to remove the blonde's panties. The intensity in Aubrey's eyes further incited something wild and untamable in Beca. She leaned down and kissed her madly, biting and tugging on the woman's lower lip, enjoying every weak, appreciative sound.
Beca nipped at Aubrey's jawline, then at her neck, before biting hard into her collarbone. Aubrey hissed, her chest rising, and stretched an arm to run a finger through Beca's folds.
"Still so wet," she cooed. "You like to please me, don't you, Beca?"
Beca's hips twisted instinctively as Aubrey's finger reached her most sensitive point, then was joined by another, together tracing wide, languid circles against her. Beca yelped, unsure of exactly what she herself needed, but knowing with certainty that she didn't want to deny Aubrey anything. She moved to suck on Aubrey's left nipple and was rewarded with the thrust of two fingers inside her. She flicked her tongue with a groan, then bit down and tugged as her eyes opened and fell upon Chloe, kneeling at the edge of the bed, face buried between Aubrey's thighs.
The sight made her dizzy. She released Aubrey's breast and grabbed her free hand, threading their fingers together as she pinned it against the bed to the side of the woman's head.
Beca's face was centimeters from Aubrey's. She could feel the girl's pants, now heavy and inconsistent. Beca was amazed by the focused look in Aubrey's eyes, by the way Aubrey was able to hold her gaze with steely resolve despite the arousal that was so obviously overwhelming her. Beca wondered if anyone had ever gotten the blonde to show her weakness, had ever reduced her to begging. The silent challenge of it thrilled Beca, made her feel determined to see it someday.
"I need to taste you too," Beca breathed.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah," she insisted, then assertively slid her tongue into Aubrey's mouth. She pulled back, staring down into green eyes, and spoke with a level of confidence that surprised even herself. "I know you want it."
Aubrey's eyes didn't waver. She gave a smug smile and called for Chloe, only breaking eye contact to look at Chloe once the woman had fully joined them. "Sit on my face."
Chloe began to move, immediately obeying, and Beca made her way to the end of the bed.
"No." Beca looked up at the sound of Aubrey's voice as she settled between her legs. "Facing Beca," Aubrey commanded.
Beca smirked as she watched Chloe correct her position. She leaned forward, eyes open and still on Chloe. She wrapped one arm under Aubrey's thigh, and allowed the other to travel between her own legs.
Her heart pounded in her chest. Chloe was staring back at her, brow furrowed, as she writhed against Aubrey. Beca saw the fire in Chloe's eyes grow stronger, her willpower growing weaker. Beca's own climax began to build once more, fueled by the taste of Aubrey, by the moans Chloe could no longer contain, by the sight of her straddled across Aubrey's face, grinding down hard, and by the quickening strokes of her own fingers.
It was Chloe who went first, with a choked scream as her eyelids finally screwed shut. And it was the sound of it that finally pushed Beca over the edge. Her body trembled as she lost control, but the desperate pressing of Aubrey's hips forced her to realize that the movements of her tongue and lips had become frustratingly erratic for Aubrey. The blonde was close and she needed Beca to keep it together just a moment longer.
And somehow Beca was able to do just that. She focused her tongue's attentions. She moved the hand between her legs up and pressed, then curled, two fingers as deep as she could. The garbled sound released from Aubrey's throat was enough to let her know she was back on track. She vibrated her fingers with short thrusts. When Aubrey's hips rose to a peak, she bit gently and listened to the gratified cry that rang out as Aubrey finally climaxed.
She looked up to see Aubrey looking directly at her. Chloe had moved to the side. She had Aubrey's right nipple in her mouth, her left hand reaching up to grip the base of Aubrey's throat. Aubrey's hips collapsed back onto the bed and Beca couldn't stop herself from grinning up at the girl as she allowed her head to fall onto the pillow, her chest heaving and her breaths vulgar.
Chloe turned to smile at Beca, and gestured for her to join them on the bed. Beca watched Chloe curl into Aubrey's side, resting her head on Aubrey's right shoulder. Beca crept up the bed, placing a kiss on Chloe's forehead before snuggling into Aubrey's other side, draping an arm over the woman's hips and allowing it to find purchase against Chloe's skin. She nuzzled her face into Aubrey's neck, and felt Aubrey's arm wrap around her, fingers gently tracing shapes against the skin of her back as her own breathing regulated.
Beca knew she would need time to process all of this tomorrow, but at that very moment she couldn't bring herself to care at all. Instead, she indulged the quiet joy. Muscles weak and head still slightly spinning, Beca released a contented sigh and drifted almost instantly to sleep.