"Come zip me up, babe."
Beca finished tying her laces and walked over to Chloe, her eyes glued to the redhead's ass. That skirt barely covered her panties, and those stripy stockings that ended high on her thighs certainly weren't helping Beca's situation. If she wasn't careful she'd end up getting a boner.
She did as she was told and, unable to resist the temptation, gave Chloe's ass a feisty smack for good measure. Chloe yelped in surprise.
"You are so fucking hot in that costume." Beca planted a kiss on the exposed flesh of Chloe's shoulder.
"Stop it, Becs." Chloe reluctantly moved away. "We've gotta get going." She took her pointed black hat from her vanity table and neatly placed it on her head, taking the greatest care not to mess up the purple hairpiece she had clipped in.
"Can't we just stay here and fool around? We'll be by ourselves." Beca said with a smirk. She grabbed Chloe's ass and palmed at the supple flesh. Chloe let out a soft whimper as Beca planted a few kisses across her collarbone. "Because that ass looks like it needs a good spanking."
As tempting as Beca's suggestion was, Chloe had gone out of her way to purchase the costume especially for tonight. She was perfectly aware it would make Beca horny the moment she put it on, which was – unbeknownst to the brunette – her main reason for wearing it in the first place. Teasing Beca was just too fun, and hot sex at the party was even better.
Of course, Chloe was also confident in her own skin and saw no problem in flaunting what she had. She held a firm belief that anybody should be allowed to wear what they wanted to wear without any prejudice.
She soon regained control over herself and pushed Beca's hand away. Beca stopped kissing her collarbone. "Later, baby. I wanna get to the party."
"Remind me, why am I going if I hate Halloween?"
"Because you love me and you promised me you'd come."
"Yeah, yeah." Beca shoved her hands in her hoodie pocket. "I'm only coming for the blowjob you promised."
"What can I say, promising you with a blowjob is the most effective way of convincing you to do anything." Chloe shrugged. "I still can't believe you hate Halloween of all holidays. You give off more Halloween vibes than anyone I've ever met. I thought it'd be like, your calling or something."
"It's just stupid. I don't get the fascination with it. Kids dress up and beg for candy, adults dress up and get drunk. The only good thing about Halloween is the sexy costumes you get from the lingerie shop. Now that is worth praising."
"Totally unbiased." Chloe giggled and lightly slapped Beca's arm.
"Dude, I'm not biased." Beca rose her palms in defence. "Anyone with eyes can see how sexy you look."
"But I thought I was for your eyes only, Daddy?" Chloe pouted, innocently stroking Beca's chin with the tip of her sparkly fake nails.
Beca gulped, heat rushing to her core; that nickname always did things to her she never thought was possible until she started dating Chloe. "W-Well I'd rather not have some creep drooling all over you."
"I'm starting to like this possessive Beca. She's hot."
Beca pecked Chloe's lips and brought her in for a quick cuddle, her hands resting dangerously low on the redhead's back. Chloe hummed in response, nestling her face into the crook of Beca's neck.
"Hey, lovebirds!" Amy barged into the room. Beca and Chloe separated from their embrace. "Hurry up, your kid wants to-whoa, you look like a slut, Fire Crotch."
Chloe tried to mask her offence. "Please don't call me Fire Crotch, I don't like it. And Aubrey's more or less called me a slut this past week. It's getting a bit annoying. Can't a girl wear what she wants?"
"Why, what did Aubrey say?" Beca frowned. Normally Chloe would discuss anything Aubrey-centric with her, especially when it came to the sticky situations the blonde often got herself into for her excessive honesty. If you asked Beca, she'd say Aubrey was making excuses to be constantly rude.
"She told me it was 'completely inappropriate to wear a costume that should only be worn when alone in the bedroom.' Stuff like this," Chloe gestured to her outfit, "Makes her feel uncomfortable. But it's fine, I try to take no notice when she's in one of her funks."
"I'm starting to think that girl's never been laid." Amy figured. "She whinges about anything sexual."
"Wanna bet on it?" Beca quipped.
"Oh, I'm gonna be a millionaire after this."
Chloe sighed. "Please don't bet on my best friend, guys."
"Fifty dollars she's a virgin!" Amy shouted.
"Nah, dude. Too low." Beca shook her head. "Call it eighty and we've got ourselves deal."
"Seriously, guys?!" Chloe exclaimed. "You're actually betting on whether Aubrey's had sex or not?!"
"We can do it in front of her if you want." Amy deadpanned. Beca tried to stifle her laughter. "Is she coming tonight?"
"She said she was invited, but...no, you are not doing it in front of her!"
"D'ya think we'll all be forced to sing church hymns and play Monopoly if she comes?"
"Amy! You know she's an Atheist!"
"Why exactly are you defending her, Chlo?" Beca sighed. "She was a bitch about your costume."
"Because she's my best friend and I love her." Chloe said as if that were the most obvious thing in the world.
Beca's iconic smirk soon returned. "You love her more than me, huh?"
"Oh, you silly sausage." Chloe pecked Beca's lips. "Of course not."
"Maybe Mitchell's going to get silly with her sausage tonight, ey?"
"AMY!" Beca and Chloe chorused. Although they were very open when it came to their sex life, it was still awkward discussing it with Amy for obvious reasons.
"What? You two don't normally shy away from the birds and the bees. Especially since you're always sexting-"
"Okay, let's go!" Chloe interjected, clapping her hands together and speeding out of the room to avoid any more of Amy's wrath.
Beca's face went beet red with embarrassment as Amy nodded and winked at her before making her exit.
"I thought we agreed to never speak of that again." Beca grumbled, close on Amy's tail.
The Bellas chattered excitedly amongst themselves as they made their way to the party. It was only ten minutes away from campus, so the girls had opted out of driving in favour of a late afternoon stroll. Chloe and Beca walked behind them, their hands entwined.
Chloe watched a few children walk past them carrying buckets full of candy. One of the boys looked at her with curious eyes, his oversized hat slightly covering his eyes. Chloe cooed at him and bent down to his level, pushing his hat back up. She couldn't help it, he was just too adorable.
"There you go, sweetie."
He bore a toothy grin. "Thank you, lady. I lost a tooth today, see?" He pointed to the gap in his mouth.
"Wow, you did? That's so cool! High five!" She held up her palm. The boy high-fived her with all the strength his tiny arms could muster up. "Was it because of all that candy you've been eating?" She teased.
The boy nodded. "That's what my mommy said. She told me not to eat any more, but it's not fair because it's Halloween and all my friends are eating candy. So I don't have none." He showed Chloe his empty bucket and pouted, jutting out his lower lip. "It's not fair."
"Aww, would your mommy mind if I gave you some candy?"
"Chlo, the mom's obviously trying to stop the kid getting a cavity." Beca said.
"She doesn't have to know, Beca. Do you still have the M&Ms I bought?"
Beca took the candy out of her pocket and handed it to Chloe. "I thought you wanted to get to this party."
"I do, but look at his little face." Chloe giggled as he took the M&Ms from her hand, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "He's so cute."
Beca loved how great Chloe was with children. She knew exactly how they worked and was so warm and inviting no matter if she knew the child or not. Someday Beca hoped they would have their own children for Chloe to dote on. Or to scold. Yeah, Chloe was definitely a mama bear.
"Thank you, thank you!" The boy gave Chloe a tight hug and jogged off to catch up with his friends.
Chloe stood up and retook Beca's hand in her own. She watched the boy run away and sighed sadly. "I miss trick-or-treating."
"Then what's stopping you, Chlo?" Beca asked as they continued walking. The Bellas were out of sight, likely already at the party.
"Nothing. I just like Halloween parties too much."
They soon reach the house where the party was being held. Prop skeletons and cobwebs had been placed all over the porch, and real jack o' lanterns had been carved out with the most peculiar of designs. Beca eyed the one which bore an uncanny resemblance to a penis.
"That looks like your dick, Becs." Chloe teased, patting Beca's crotch.
"That's offensive to my dick."
They walked straight through without any questioning. Around four-hundred people were there, and the majority were familiar faces from Barden that Beca and Chloe recognized. Chloe's costume seemed tame in comparison to some of the things the hardcore Halloween fans wore.
"Oh, there's Aubrey." Chloe chirped, pointing in a random direction. "Hey, Bree!" She walked over to the blonde, who was nursing a glass of Bourbon as she spoke to a couple of friends.
Beca internally groaned and followed on behind Chloe as slow as her legs could go. She wasn't in a rush to talk to Aubrey by any means. It wasn't as if there was any amnosity between them or anything, but Aubrey made it clear she still wasn't one-hundred percent keen on Beca's attitude. Beca thought that was rather ironic coming from her. She wasn't one to blow her own trumpet, but sometimes she got the impression Aubrey envied Beca for allegedly snatching her best friend.
Upon hearing her name, Aubrey politely excused herself from the conversation and turned towards Chloe. "Hi, Chloe...and you're wearing that costume. Of course. You couldn't have just reused that Red Indian costume, could you?" Her tone turned from welcoming to cold. "God I can't stand Halloween." She took a small sip of her whiskey.
"Then why are you here, Posen?" Beca wasn't having Aubrey belittle her girlfriend, even if Chloe was to take the easy way out and ignore her. "I don't like Halloween either, but I'm here for Chlo..." Chloe folded her arms and smirked. Beca smiled sheepishly. "And, uh...other stuff you don't need to know about."
"Your point is?"
"So you criticize Chloe for wanting to attend this party in the sexiest costume known to mankind, and then you..." Beca topped in order to think about what to say next; she had no clue where she was going with any of this, and neither did Aubrey or Chloe. "And then you turn up, completely out of the blue, dressed as a...actually, what are you dressed as?"
She looked at Aubrey's outfit in confusion; the blonde wore a floral summer dress and wedge heels, screaming Halloween far less than Beca's hoodie would. At least Beca had put some thought into her costume when purchasing; she thought a Spiderman hoodie was both cool and comfortable. Aubrey seemed ready for a leisurely stroll through the daffodil fields of New England over a crazed night of celebrating the undead.
"Myself."
Beca was going to have fun with this. Firing insults at Aubrey were her speciality. If only there was a degree in it. "Impressive." She rubbed her chin in mock thought. "That's more terrifying than any monster I've ever seen."
"Beca!" Chloe hissed, swatting her girlfriend's arm.
She knew Beca and Aubrey's friendship - if one could call it that - was solely based upon mutualistic banter, but being the sensitive soul she was, Chloe thought that they took their insults a little too far at times. Sometimes they were flat-out offensive to each other, and yet neither seemed to care. It was only on the occasion where her girlfriend and best friend deemed it appropriate to get along, and that was normally when Chloe was upset.
"You're really lacking in ideas, Mitchell. This is the third year in a row you've dressed as the Hobbit." Aubrey deadpanned.
Beca rolled her eyes. "The one who's lacking in ideas is you. Have you turned the Lodge into a dictatorship yet?"
"And here we have Beca Mitchell, whose insults she can only throw are surprisingly half-creative Nazi jokes."
Chloe snuggled into Beca and closed her eyes, giving up on having any part in the conversation. Beca rubbed the small of her exposed back. "Is that a compliment I can smell?"
"You can't actually smell compliments. Metaphorically, yes. You can. But literally? That's-"
"God, enough with your fancy-schmancy words, Posen. Stop trying to act like you're the smartest shit alive."
"Well I am smart." Aubrey boasted.
Chloe sighed as Beca tutted and shook her head. "So modest. Nobody I know is smarter than Stacie. And she doesn't go around bragging, unlike some people. Anyway, if you're really that smart, why did you give up training to be a lawyer to work in a fucking holiday camp?"
"It's not a holiday camp." Aubrey faked a smile. "It's an educational institution set up in order to promote cooperative team-building skills that will last a lifetime. And anyway, I still might become a lawyer as-"
"Oh my god, you are a Nazi." Beca interrupted. Chloe sighed again as Beca chuckled at the blonde's reaction; Aubrey shot her a filthy glare, silently planning her comeback. "You're brainwashing those poor people."
"Perhaps that smell you were talking about before was that post-sex musk?" Aubrey had a shit-eating grin on her face the moment the words left her mouth, wholeheartedly believing she had won whatever they were competing for. The determination she had in her eyes to succeed was both astonishing and pathetic all at once.
"First of all, we haven't had sex tonight. Yet." Beca added with a proud smirk when Chloe opened one eye and rose an eyebrow at her girlfriend's last remark. She caught Aubrey rolling her eyes in contempt. "And second of all, don't change the subject. We're discussing your use of gleichschaltung to impose your ideology."
Aubrey frowned, her arrogance disappearing without a trace. "Sorry, what is that?"
"Ha! You lose!"
"Seriously, what is...whatever you just said?" Aubrey couldn't stand it when she didn't know something. Beca had learned this after nearly three years of experience, and Chloe had learned this after nearly seven.
"If you're smart - which you say you are, so it must be true - you should be able to work that one out on your own."
"Hold my drink." Aubrey shoved the glass in Chloe's hands.
"Okay." Obediently, Chloe took the glass.
Aubrey rummaged through her handbag in desperation until she found her phone. Beca and Chloe begun nuzzling each other's noses and engaged in the occasional peck while Aubrey frantically searched the newly discovered word on the internet.
"How do you spell it?" Aubrey looked from her screen. Beca and Chloe were lovingly staring into each other's eyes with faint smiles on their lips. Aubrey internally gagged at the sight. "A moment of your time, please?" She asked with impatience.
"Sorry." Beca said shortly. In no way was she allowing the blonde to interrupt her tender moment with Chloe. "I'm not the German speaker in my family. That would be my mom."
Aubrey shoved her phone back into her handbag in a huff and took back her drink from Chloe. "You could've told me that. And by the way, your win is invalid. Round two?"
"Yo! Aubrey!" Amy trotted over before Beca could answer. "Me and Beca had a bet."
"Amy!" Chloe cringed.
"Oh?" The idea of a bet seemed to spark Aubrey's interest. "And what might that be?"
Beca and Amy smirked at each other. Amy was about to open her mouth when Chloe cut her short. "It's nothing, Bree. Don't worry about it. They're being stupid." She laughed nervously.
"Um...okay?"
"Come on, honey." Chloe said to Beca in a faux tone. "Let's go get some candy. See you later, Bree."
Chloe took Beca's hand and led her through the crowd of people in silence. Beca had no clue what she had done, but judging by Chloe's sudden sickly sweetness, her girlfriend had no intent on having some quality time to themselves.
Once they reached a fair distance from everyone else, Chloe turned around, her bright eyes burning with fury. "What the hell is your problem, Beca?" She seethed through gritted teeth.
"My problem?" Beca was completely taken astray by Chloe's anger; one minute she was fine, and the next she was making false accusations. All of this had stemmed from Aubrey's ill treatment of her in the first place. "If anyone's got the problem is Aubrey! I used to think it was the Bellas that made her this uptight, but it's like ingrained in her to act like that. She walks around as if the world owes her something. I was just teaching her a lesson."
"She's not a bad person, okay? You know she's done a lot for me. She just gets in these stroppy moods. And anyway, I thought you weren't offended by the stuff she says to you."
"I'm not. I don't give a flying fuck. I'm offended by the stuff she says to you."
"Yeah, but you egg her on. That whole banter battle the two of you had was completely unnecessary."
"And you continue to defend her over me!" Beca laughed in disbelief. Aubrey was just as willing to debate as she was. "No surprise there!"
"Because you could've upset her with your whole non-existent bet with Fat Amy! You always take it too far!"
"And?! She's been upsetting you and you don't say shit! You're always pussyfooting around her, Chloe! It's like you're scared of her!"
"Are you for real, Beca?! If this is some whole petty thing you guys have to compete for my affection, then I'm not liking it one bit!" Chloe spat. "Do me a favour and talk to me when you've calmed down!" On that sour note, she sulked off in the direction of the candy.
"Like you're fucking calm..." Beca said to herself.
Stacie, who had overheard Beca and Chloe's conversation, strode over to her friend with a cocked eyebrow, her stiletto boots clicking against the floorboards.
"Trouble in paradise, Mitchell?"
"You have no idea." Beca rubbed her temple in frustration. "Why do I even bother?"
"Because you love Chloe?"
"Well, duh...but sometimes I ask myself if she loves me as much as I love her-"
"Let me stop you there." Stacie intervened, raising her index finger. "No offense, but you're an idiot for even considering that in the slightest. That girl is so crazy about you it's borderline obsessive."
"Gee, thanks."
"You know what I mean. Whenever she looks at you, you know what I see? I see a girl that madly in love. She gives you those subtle smiles even when you're being oblivious. She insists on being cuddled even when you push her off because you'd rather work on your mixes."
"I feel like you're just pointing out my faults here." Beca narrowed her eyes at the taller girl.
"What I'm trying to get at is that she loves every single part of you, even when you're being an ass."
"But I wasn't being an ass. All I did was take the piss out of Aubrey by betting with Amy on whether she's a virgin or not."
"Which is being an ass."
"She asked for it. Chloe told me Aubrey's been passing comments about her costume, which is totally uncalled for. But Chloe tries to put the blame on me. It seems like she's scared of Aubrey."
"No, I don't think so. She's probably torn between siding with you or Aubrey." Stacie reckoned. "But to be fair, her costume is a bit risqué."
"That's rich coming from you, Stace."
"Eh." Stacie shrugged, as casual as ever. "Don't me wrong, if Chloe wants to wear slutty clothes then that's her choice, but it doesn't really fit her as a person. This is just a hunch, but maybe Aubrey thinks Chloe's dressing like that to impress you. Or, if we dig deeper, Aubrey might also think you're forcing Chloe to wear slutty clothes for your own needs."
Beca took a minute to absorb what Stacie had told her. "...holy shit, yeah. How are you this smart again?"
"It's called learning to read people. Aubrey's a nice person, and she clearly cares about Chloe, but she's pretty high-strung. So her way of showing that she cares is to be wary and aggressive. I feel like you and Chloe may have misinterpreted that."
"Or maybe you're just looking into this too much?"
"Yeah, maybe. But it's feasible. Just bare it in mind."
"Well, either way it looks like I won't be getting that blowjob I was promised." Beca grumbled. "Hopefully she'll get over this soon, I'm horny as fuck."
"I could always help you out?" Stacie winked.
"Dude, no. My dick is for Chloe."
"Has it got her name on it?"
"Knowing Chloe, she'd probably want me to get it tattooed."
"On your dick?" Stacie laughed.
"If she wants it, I'll do it."
Stacie shook her head. "She's got you so whipped, Mitchell. So damn whipped."
"Are you actually an Atheist?" Amy asked as soon as they were left alone, suspiciously squinting her eyes at the other blonde.
"Um...yeah?" Aubrey's response was more of a question than a statement. "Why are you asking?"
"Atheists are hung in Tasmania."
"...right."
"But I swear you're a Catholic as well."
"Oh god...I was born Catholic, I became Atheist." Aubrey explained irritably. "You can't be both. They contradict each other as-"
"Oh, would you look at the time?" Amy looked at her non-existent watch, already bored of their conversation. She was completely oblivious to Aubrey throwing her a killer look. "My spell's about to wear off on poor ol' Cinderella. Better go help her."
"You're not literally the Fairy Godmother, Amy."
"Ssh, don't let Cinderella hear you say that."
"How can you say any of this with a straight face?"
"Because I'm straight."
"That's not what I-"
"I really must fly. Toodle-doo!" Amy sing-songed. She shook her fairy wings and strode off, leaving Aubrey stood in the corner by herself.
"I'm too old for this. I need another drink." Aubrey mumbled, desperate to drown out that incessant Halloween music and anybody else that dared disturb her peace.
Chloe was dancing along to the beats on the makeshift dancefloor, raising her arms high above her head and letting out a mighty shriek of excitement. Beca watched her from a short distance with amusement, always the observer when it came to dancing of any sort. Trust her girlfriend to be the centre of everyone's attention whilst high on a sugar rush. Or drunk, Beca wasn't too sure. They hadn't spoken for at least an hour.
She had thought long and hard about what Stacie had told her. Ever doubting Chloe's love was something she had slowly came to regret; how could she say something as absurd as that?
And then there was the Aubrey fiasco. Knowing how straight-laced she was at the best of times, Stacie's theory seemed increasingly probable the more Beca considered it. But to think that Aubrey may have seen her in that light wasn't good at all.
She would never force Chloe into anything. Her girlfriend was a go-getter who knew exactly what she wanted out of life, and having independence was one of them. Chloe wouldn't allow anybody - aside from Aubrey, because that girl was virtually impossible to surpass when it came to control - to dictate her.
It was about time she had broke the silence between them. When it came to Chloe, communication was key. A year or so ago, Beca would've allowed this whole fight to fester, boiling up and up until Chloe would really lose it with her. Which had happened on several occasions.
Even now she wasn't great with discussing her feelings or ridding the barrier of awkwardness, but Chloe had brought out a more social side of Beca that the brunette never knew existed.
Beca took out her phone and shot a simple text, hoping that Chloe wouldn't send her a rant of any sort.
Hey. xx
Chloe felt her phone vibrate in her bra. She stopped moving, slid it out and saw that Beca had texted her. Despite their argument earlier, Chloe couldn't stay mad at Beca for long. She hated it whenever they fought, especially if it had escalated from something so small.
She typed back a quick response and waited for Beca's reply.
Hi xx
Are we still on bad terms?
Chloe smirked. She knew exactly what Beca was hinting at, even if her girlfriend didn't admit it.
You just want that blowjob, don't you? ;)
Pfft, nah. I just hate fighting with you. :(
Same. :(
Can we kiss n' make up?
Ok. Where are you? xx
By the candy corn, but I'll come to to you. I've been watching you, Beale. You're hot when you dance ;) xx
I knew you were getting in my pants :P ;) xxx
Beca smirked to herself and put her phone in her back pocket. She pushed her way through the crowd, watching Chloe's red curls bounce up and down as her girlfriend resumed dancing like a wild woman.
"Chloe Beale is such a slut!" Bumper laughed. "Have you seen that costume she's wearing?"
Tom sniggered. "You can't miss it, man. What are those stockings about? And that skirt. Holy shit, you can practically see her ass. And her boobs. Obviously she forgot what her bra size she is. She's really asking for it tonight."
"She's such a whore. Do you think she's trying to impress ladycock or something?" When Tom gave him confused look, Bumper added, "Amy said they're going out. Have been for awhile now."
"Ladycock as in...Beca Mitchell?"
Bumper nodded. "Copper Top is so desperate it's nasty."
"Jesus, she broke up with me to date some chick with a dick? What a bitch."
"Hey, speak of the devil herself. Hey, Mitchell!" Bumper called out as Beca walked past. Beca stopped and turned to glare at him. "Does Chloe's carpet match the drapes?"
Beca narrowed her eyes. "I don't know what that means, but if it's coming from you I'm sure it's nothing good."
"What? I'm just asking. Tom here says it doesn't, so I thought I'd double check with you."
Tom nodded, going along with Bumper's joke. "Yeah, pretty sure she dyes her hair."
"What the fuck are you on about? She's a natural redhead."
"Her pussy tells me otherwise."
Beca quickly caught on to Bumper and Tom and clenched her fists together, ready to punch the living daylights out of them for talking about her girlfriend in such a disgusting way.
"Hey, baby. You didn't come over so I had to..." She trailed off, her smile fading once she noticed that they had some unwanted company, particularly in the form of her ex-boyfriend. "Hi, Tom."
Tom gave a curt nod. "Chloe."
"These fucktards think it's funny to ask if your, as they put it, 'carpet matches the drapes.'"
Chloe's eyes widened as she let out a disgusted gasp. "Who do you think you are?" She seemed to direct it at Tom over Bumper. "You are absolutely vile."
"Hey, you're the vile one!" Tom defended. "You dumped me to date that...that thing!"
Beca rolled her eyes. "How original."
"Aw, don't be jealous, sweetie." Chloe said in a patronizing tone that was very un-Chloe; Beca could never get her head around the redhead's bitchy side. She seemed like another person whenever it came out to play. "Just because Beca's dick is much bigger than yours doesn't mean you need to be pissy about it."
Tom flinched as Bumper burst out laughing. "Ooh, she got you good!"
"S-Shut up, man!" Tom quickly sped off. Bumper soon followed on, laughing his head off.
"Was that just an insult or is my dick actually bigger than his?"
"It's way bigger." Chloe confirmed. "His was tiny. He couldn't fuck me the way I wanted. You, on the other hand, are amazing."
"Now that's a pretty kickass ego boost, Beale." Beca wrapped her arms around Chloe's neck and nuzzled her nose. "So we're friends again, yeah?"
Chloe giggled and kissed her. "Ya."
Beca's stormy blue eyes darkened. "So you think my dick is big, huh babygirl?"
"Mmm. It's so big, Daddy."
Beca shot Chloe wink and spun her around. Chloe wasn't sure what her girlfriend was planning, but was horny as hell from all their pent up tension throughout the evening.
"Mmm, can that skirt get any shorter?" Becs groped Chloe's ass from behind and slowly rocked her hips into the redhead. Chloe gasped at the sudden touch. "Do you know how hard it's been for me to not bend you over that couch and fuck your ass until you can't walk for a week?"
Chloe moaned at the thought. She could cum on the spot just thinking about all the delicious things her and Beca would do. "Then why don't you? Show everyone what a naughty little witch I've been."
"Fuck, you've put a spell on me, baby."
Chloe spun back and smirked, tracing a finger between the valley of Beca's breasts and abs. "And now you're mine..." She sang in a sultry whisper. "You can't stop the things I do, I ain't lyyyin'..." Her finger drew dangerously close to Beca's hardening cock.
"It's been 300 years
Right down to the day,
Now the witch is back
And there's hell to pay..." Chloe started to rub the bulge through her girlfriend's jeans as she licked her lips. Beca took a large gulp of air. What could be hotter than Chloe wearing that goddamm outfit while her stunning voice sung a hardly suggestive song with very suggestive intent?
I put a spell on you
And now you're miiiiiine..."
"Is that you trying to claim your dominance? I thought I started this earlier."
"Hell yes it is." Chloe mumbled into Beca's ear. "You may have started this, but I'm finishing. I wanna make you mine, I wanna suck you and ride you so fucking hard your dick falls off. And then..." Her breath hitched in her throat as Beca peppered kisses down her neck with a grin. She was about to slide her hand off Beca's crotch when Beca forced it back down.
"And then what, babygirl?" Beca kissed her way up to Chloe's lips.
"Mmm..." Chloe squeezed Beca's dick. "And then I want you to fill me up so good you get me pregnant."
"Wait..." Beca pulled away, forgetting all about her constricted boner. "That's just dirty talk right? Because even though I'd love to have kids with you one day, I'm not so sure if I'm ready for a baby just yet."
"Yes, Beca. It's dirty talk." Chloe rolled her eyes; her girlfriend could be so clueless at times. "Why do you think I'm on the pill?"
"Oh yeah. True."
Beca would never admit it, but she was relieved when Chloe announced she was going on the pill. She couldn't stand wearing condoms and Chloe hated how they disrupted the intimacy in sex. In the early stages of their relationship, condoms had been an absolute must, even if both of them saw them as the devil in disguise.
Beca went in for another kiss when Chloe started to smile like a loon. Beca rose an eyebrow. "What?"
"Do you mean that?"
"Mean what?" Beca asked dumbly, even more confused.
Chloe rolled her eyes again and giggled. "Do you really want a baby with me, silly?"
"Definitely." Beca nodded without hesitation. "You're amazing with kids. Having kids with you is up there alongside my dream career. I swear I told-"
"Oh em-aca-gee! We're gonna have a baby!" Chloe squealed, earning a few looks from the other partygoers.
"Not yet, Chlo!"
"Sorry." Chloe blushed.
"Now that that's settled..." Beca's smile turned to a smirk. "What was it you said about 'finishing what I started?'" She pointed to her bulge. Chloe eyed it like a hawk as she chewed her lower lip between her teeth.
Without any indication needed, Chloe grabbed Beca's hand and pulled her into the nearest closet, quickly slamming the door shut behind them. A couple of brooms fell to the side as she pushed Beca against the wall and pulled her in for a needy kiss. Chloe kissed her way down Beca's body until she was on her hands and knees, stopping at the brunette's zipper.
She fumbled with Beca's belt and zipper as Beca breathed fast and heavy, silently begging Chloe to hurry up. When Chloe finally undone the popper, she yanked Beca's jeans down, which was shortly followed by Beca's boxers, and admired her girlfriend's cock as it sprung to life, its head glistening with precum in the dim light.
Chloe licked her lips as she took all nine inches in her mouth and started to suck. Although she had got quite good at deep-throating her girlfriend - given all that practice they had - Beca's size was still somewhat overwhelming for her. She started to gag as Beca pushed the back of her head, forcing her in deeper.
Beca threw her head back and moaned as she grabbed onto Chloe's witch hat. "Fuck, Chlo..."
Chloe sucked harder, licking up and down the whole length. She could feel Beca's cum starting to seep into her mouth and quickened the pace. Beca growled as she came closer to her release, loving the feeling of Chloe's tiny mouth around her dick.
With one final slurp, Beca came hard. Chloe greedily swallowed every last drop of Beca's cum and licked its head clean. She kissed up her girlfriend's dick and moved her head away, looking up at Beca with a dazed smile and flushed cheeks.
"How did I do, Daddy?"
"You were perfect, babygirl. Perfect as always." Beca bent forwards and kissed her forehead, wiping away the dry cum from Chloe's mouth with her sleeve.
Chloe stood and pecked Beca's lips. Beca kissed back. The taste of cum was strong, but Beca didn't mind. Chloe deserved a kiss each and every time she performed one of her masterful blowjobs.
"It was my pleasure." Chloe broke the kiss. "But now..." She moved her hand to Beca's limp dick and stroked it, her face breaking out into that familiar perverted grin Beca was always staggered by. Whenever Chloe smiled like that, Beca knew she had something deliciously naughty up her sleeve that was itching to come out and play. "I need to get up on my broomstick." She winked.
"Uh huh?" Beca smirked, her cock already rehardening.
"Yeah, I've gotta get back to Hogwarts. Will you help me?" She batted her eyelashes.
Beca thought she was going to cum on the spot there and then. "Fuck yes I'm helping you. But if you wanna get back in time, you've gotta ride me-I mean, my broomstick, pretty damn fast." She quickly corrected, her sense of judgement clouded by her arousal.
"Oh, I plan to."
"You're my sexy little witch." Beca groaned as Chloe removed her panties.
"Lemme ride your broomstick, Daddy." Chloe positioned herself on the tip of Beca's dick, her skirt bunching up. "You wanna stroke my pet pussy?" She took Beca's hand and placed it on her entrance.
"Fuck yes."
Chloe's wet heat fully encased Beca's cock as she slid all the way down. She gasped as her clit was hit in an instant; she would never get over how well Beca stretched her. As she bounced up and down on Beca's dick, Beca traced the outline of her pussy with one hand and massaged her boob through her clothing, pinching and tweaking at her nipple.
"You're so big, Daddy...you fill me up so good..."
"Mmm...I think you mean my broomstick is big, babygirl..."
Chloe continued to bounce, her boobs nearly spilling out of her too small bra. Beca would forever be mesmerized by the beauty that was Chloe Beale, always willing to please her to the best of her ability. Even if they didn't have much space to work with, Chloe still found a way to utilise her incredible talents in the bedroom department.
"Oh, we're so close to Hogwarts, Daddy!" Chloe moaned loud, riding Beca as fast as she could without her pussy being torn to shreds. "We're so close!"
They came at the same time with loud groans, sweat drenching their clothed bodies. Chloe's sweet juices dribbled down her thighs, her walls coated with Beca's load. She removed herself from Beca's dick with shuddering legs and nearly fell backwards onto the floor, but Beca offered her hand for support and pulled her back up. She took this as an opportunity to make out with the redhead for a few minutes, their tongues dancing together in sync.
Beca broke the kiss and smiled. "Did you get to Hogwarts on time, Chlo?" She breathed out.
Chloe returned the smile, just as breathless. "Thanks to you, Becs."
Beca handed Chloe a spare tissue from her hoodie pouch. They wiped themselves free of the majority of cum and threw the tissues beside the forgotten brooms. Beca tucked her dick into her boxers and pulled up her jeans as Chloe readjusted her panties and flattened out her crinkled skirt.
"What do you say we join everyone else?" Chloe asked.
Beca nodded and took Chloe's hand, leading her out of the closet. They were greeted with wolf whistles to knowing glances and everything in-between. Chloe gave them a smug smirk, hardly a care in the world. She caught Tom looking in her direction and winked at him. Tom turned away, evidently humiliated.
"You are shameless, Chloe Beale." Beca laughed.
"What can I say? I have a super sexy Spiderman as my girlfriend."
"Not as sexy as my dirty little witch-"
"Everyone could hear, you know." Aubrey scoffed as she strode over to the couple, Stacie and Emily not far behind her. Beca resisted the urge to roll her eyes for what seemed like the umpteenth time that night. "Even over the music we all heard your moaning. You two were so far in that closet you might as well be in Narnia by now."
"And here we have the Posenator, always ready to ruin the moment." Beca stated.
"Really, Beca? The Posenator? Even you can do better then-"
"I'm stopping this before it can even start." Chloe butted in. "No round two."
"'Oh, we're so close to Hogwarts, Daddy!'" Stacie mocked in a high-pitched voice that sounded nothing like the redhead. "Really, Chloe? That's your interpretation of role-play?"
"You guys don't even wanna hear about the horrors I saw on Beca's phone last month. It was far worse-"
"EMILY!" Beca and Chloe chanted, their eyes widening.
"Well it was traumatic!" Emily exclaimed. "I still can't unsee it!"
"What did you see on Beca's phone?" Aubrey questioned. "I didn't hear about this."
"Sexts." Amy came up from behind Stacie. "Lots and lots of sexts."
Aubrey blinked. "...ew. Chloe that is-"
"Okay, we're leaving now!" Chloe announced, her cheeks as red as her hair. She wasn't prepared for the long rant Aubrey would inevitably give about the 'dangers of sexting' and how they could 'leak out to the worldwide web.'
Chloe ushered Beca away from their friends as Stacie shouted, "Try not to fuck each other's brains out!"
Beca and Chloe cozied up on their bed as they binged watched their favourite (well, Chloe's favourite) Halloween movies on Beca's laptop, the glow from the screen being their only source of light. They changed out of their costumes and wiped their faces clean of any make-up. On Chloe's lap was a bowl of popcorn, which Beca was insistent that they'd share. Especially after Chloe had devoured all the candy left over.
Beca pressed a kiss against Chloe's hair. "I still hate movies. Especially Halloween ones."
"Hmm." Chloe snuggled deeper into Beca. "That's a lie." She let out a small yawn and stretched her arms.
"All that dancing knock you out?"
"I wouldn't say it was the dancing, Becs." Chloe took her eyes off the screen and looked down at Beca's boxer briefs. "Your dick tires me out."
"Dude, your pussy tires me out."
"Maybe we should fight at parties more often. Our make-up sex is always a killer. Hey, Aubrey always gets you riled up, doesn't she? Why don't I bring her along to everything?"
"Give me a loaded gun and we've got ourselves a deal, Carrots." Beca held her hand out for Chloe to shake.
Chloe giggled and shook Beca's hand. "Deal."