Stacie was busy working on her physics essay when she heard the front door slam shut. She pulled out her earphones and turned her head in the direction of the noise, only to be greeted with Chloe storming through the living area. Stacie could practically see the steam coming out of her ears.
Chloe threw her handbag down with more force than necessary and started to pace up and down the room, not at all realizing that Stacie was preoccupied. "You will not believe what some skank said to Beca!"
"Okay, what did some skank say to Beca?" Stacie sighed, pushing up her glasses onto the bridge of her nose.
Knowing Beca and Chloe, it was probably nothing big; both of them tended to blow things out of proportion whenever they fought. And Stacie really needed to work. Her essay was due in three days, and she had barely begun. It may have seemed selfish, but in that moment her friends' relationship problems was the least of her concerns.
"She was all like 'oh, you're so hot, Beca. I bet I can suck you off real good.' So Beca just stands there like a fucking idiot and I'm like 'you do know I'm her girlfriend, you slut?' And she says to Beca 'ew, you can do so better than Chloe Beale.' And Beca's still standing there! Then she's like 'me and my friends made a bet on how big you are-'"
"And Beca still didn't answer?" Stacie ran her fingers through her hair; Chloe's ranting was really hitting her last nerve. The whole story seemed to be going around in circles. At least Beca always kept her retelling quite brief. Chloe's hysterics were difficult to handle.
"She did answer, but she went and told that bitch how big she was!" Chloe exclaimed. "Like seriously, why would you do that?!"
"Because she's proud of her size and wants to show it off? I would too if I had a dick that big." Stacie shrugged.
"This is you we're talking about, Stace."
"You know, I'm not defined by my 'addiction' – as you all call it – to sex-"
"And yeah, Beca's big! We all get it! But that doesn't give her the right to tell random slags out of the trash can! And in front of me, Stacie! Me! How fucking dare she?!" Chloe frantically waved her hands around. "I am so pissed off at her right now!"
"I realized." Stacie pushed one of her earbuds back into her ear. If Chloe was going to interrupt her, she would rather not listen to anything the redhead had to vent about.
This didn't go unnoticed by Chloe, who stopped pacing and scoffed at the taller girl. "Oh my god, do you even care?!"
"Look, I don't mean to be rude but I've got work to do. I don't really give a shit. You guys'll sort it out by tonight."
Chloe narrowed her eyes at Stacie and flipped her the middle finger before stomping out of the room and up the stairs, muttering what sounded like 'fucking bitch, shutting me down like that.' When Chloe would calm down – whenever that would be, her fury could last for days upon end – Stacie knew she'd have to explain her attitude. But it couldn't be helped, the world didn't revolve around Beca and Chloe's issues.
"Stupid fucking skank...flirting with my Beca." Chloe mumbled to herself as she changed into her pyjamas. "Stupid Beca...stupid Stacie."
Anyone else would say she was being ridiculous. And maybe she was, just a little bit. But when that girl sashayed her way over, all long blonde hair and big boobs, Chloe felt threatened by her. It brought back hidden insecurities that were buried down underneath the surface long ago.
Beca had only made her feel worse. Who would outwardly tell a person they'd never met the size of their penis? It was beyond ridiculous. Chloe hoped that this mistake was just a product of Beca's slight cluelessness and nothing more.
Chloe scraped her hair back into a loose ponytail and took out her stash of candy from under her bed. She flopped onto the mattress and opened the box of Milk Duds, shoving a load of the sticky good into her mouth. Comfort food was always good during a crisis, and Chloe would always find comfort in her favourite candies.
After polishing off the Milk Duds, Chloe made her way through the Reese's Cups and Haribos. She was about to open a Twix bar when the door opened and Beca poked her head in. Chloe glared at her as she tore open the shiny wrapper.
"Uh...hey, babe."
"Don't you 'hey, babe' me."
"Um..." Beca looked at the discarded packaging on the floor. "You might wanna lay off on all that candy-"
"And don't tell me what to do either." Chloe spat, taking a large bite of her Twix bar.
"I see you're still mad." Beca chuckled hesitantly as she tip-toed into the room.
"Yes, I am mad." Chloe said with a mouthful of chocolate and caramel.
"Care to...tell me what I did?"
Chloe swallowed her food and wiped her corners of her mouth clean with the back of her sleeve. "The worst part is you don't even know what you did."
"Because you just lost it with me without any explanation." Beca sat down on the bed. "You called me a 'fucking moron' and walked off."
Chloe let out a frustrated groan. "Do I really need to explain, Beca?"
Beca slowly nodded. Chloe's mood swings were capable of being quicker than the speed of light if her mind called for it. Although they were beyond Chloe's control, Beca just couldn't keep up with how often they could change from one extreme to the other.
"That stupid bitch was flirting with you and you didn't say anything!"
"Well, I-I..." Beca stammered. "I didn't really know what to say-"
"And then you told her how big you are! Why would you do that?!"
"Uh...same as before, I guess?"
Chloe turned away and took another bite of her chocolate, untold silent rage re-emerging. Beca scooted closer and tried to bring her girlfriend in for a cuddle, but Chloe pushed her arm away and shifted further from the brunette.
Beca sighed. "Can't I hug my girlfriend?" When Chloe didn't reply, Beca pressed a soft kiss against her forehead and mumbled, "I'm sorry, babe." Chloe remained unresponsive. "Wow, you really turn into an ass when you're jealous, huh?" She teased, pecking the redhead's cheek.
Chloe gulped down the last of her Twix. "I am so not jealous. I'm just mad." She folded her arms over her chest.
"Dude, jealous is your middle-"
"Do not finish that fucking sentence, Beca." Chloe spat.
"Jesus Christ, do you think I like that girl or something?" Beca was trying to keep her cool, but Chloe seemed determined to deter her success; the redhead's envy was always dangerous when expressed in excess.
"Pfft, no."
"Tell me the truth, Chlo."
"Well...don't you?" Chloe's voice turned from sharp to soft; there was a sense of vulnerability creeping through that Beca hadn't heard in a good while. "You didn't seem to mind when she said she'd 'suck you off real good.' And then...when she insulted me, it was like you didn't give a shit. Normally you stick up for me, as I know you always do, but this time all you did was stand there and stare. If that doesn't say that you find her hot then I don't know what does."
Beca stroked Chloe's jaw and sighed. "Babe, look at me." Chloe titled her head towards Beca, her sparkling blue eyes glazed with unshed tears. Beca felt her heart break at the sight. "I'm gay, it's only normal that I'll get intimidated by hot girls. Sometimes I don't know what to do or what to say if one's talking to me. But just because I think she's hot doesn't mean she's hotter than you. Because you're fucking beautiful, inside and out."
Chloe sniffled and dried her eyes. "I'm such an idiot...how did I not realize that?"
"You're not, babygirl." Beca took Chloe's hand in her own, circling her thumb around the palm. "Don't bring yourself down like that. It's my job to be the pessimist in this relationship." She chuckled.
Chloe gave a weak smile and lent into Beca, resting her head on her girlfriend's shoulder. "I've been such a bitch, and you've been nothing but a big sweetheart. How do I deserve you?"
"Oi, you'll ruin my rep, Beale. Don't tell the cops." Beca playfully nudged Chloe's arm. Chloe giggled. "And hey, nobody's perfect. I'm a bitch ninety-five percent of the time."
"Not to me."
"Because I can't. You're sculpted by the angels. Your face is a symmetrical godsend from heaven. And every time I look into your eyes I'm lost at sea."
"Okay, Romeo. Now you're just being weird." Chloe teased, returning the nudge.
Beca pecked Chloe's lips and pulled the comforter over them. "And here's me thinking you were the weirdo here. Hypocritical much?"
"You'll always surpass me in weirdness." Chloe winked.
"Uh huh, sure."
The couple fell into a slightly awkward silence. Chloe knew her actions were justified, but she still felt awful for taking out her frustrations on Beca. Her girlfriend had been so calm and attentive, never once reciprocating her rage. Chloe wondered if Beca was disguising her annoyance behind a joking manner. She often did that.
"...I'm really sorry about before, Becs." She sighed, snuggling closer into Beca.
"Hey, don't sweat it. All is forgotten. And if it does happen again, I'll be prepared."
Chloe frowned and sat up. "It better not."
"Huh, and you say you aren't jealous." Beca smirked. "That figures."
"Don't be so smug, asshole."
"I may be smug, but I speak the truth."
"Hmm, okay." Chloe replied absently as she hunted through what was left of her candy. "Want a gummy bear?" She opened the bag and was about to tip the contents in her mouth when Beca snatched it from her and shoved it in her pocket. "Hey! I didn't say you could have all of them!"
"Do you want to keep that supermodel figure or not?"
"So you won't love me if I'm fat? Do you only love me because of my looks? Will you go off with that skank if I-"
"Jeez, Chlo. You're on an emotional train wreck today." Beca chuckled, placing an arm behind her head and lazily leaning back against the headboard. She hadn't seen Chloe this irritable in ages. In a strange way, it was amusing to witness; Beca would be sure to make the most of it. "Are you on your period or something?"
"No, Beca." Chloe rolled her eyes. "I'm not on my period. You know I just had it last week."
"Then are you absolutely, positively certain you're not pregnant? I can buy you a test if you want?"
Chloe snorted. "Ha ha, very funny."
"I ain't joking, babe." Beca said. "It's possible. We fuck nearly every night-"
"If you continue the way you're going we won't be fucking 'every night.'"
"Nearly every night." Beca corrected.
"Whatever, same thing." Chloe mumbled, nestling into Beca's side. "Now shut up and cuddle me. I need it after today."
"Your wish is my command, princess."
"You know, your girlfriend is a low-key bitch when she's pissed." Stacie said as Beca walked into the living room.
Her work printed and put to one side, Stacie was now half-engaged in a game of Call of Duty. Stacie being a closeted nerd would come as a shock to most, but if one really bothered to sit down and get to know her - as Beca had done - they would realize that there was much to her beyond what the eye could see.
"Don't I know it." Beca flopped down on the couch. "It's funny because I can't take her seriously, but it's so goddamn tiring as well."
"Tiring, huh?" Stacie grinned, pressing a button on her controller to pause the game. "So even in that shitty-ass mood she was in, you two still found some way to have sex?"
"Nah, man." Beca shook her head. "We just had a kiss and a cuddle. She fell asleep on me, so I laid her down and pulled the comforter over her. No sex for us."
"Aw, you must be disappointed, Becs. You're not getting any tonight."
"It's not all about the sex with us."
"Could've fooled me. At least four nights a week I'm hearing 'oh, Daddy, go harder, faster.'" Stacie breathed out, trying her hardest to heighten the pitch of her voice.
Beca would get a little hot under the collar if Chloe was the one saying those words, but with Stacie it sounded ridiculous. "Your impressions of Chloe are fucking shit."
"Thanks, babe. Means a lot." Stacie puckered her lips and blew Beca a teasing kiss. Beca rolled her eyes. "But seriously, how has your bed not collapsed yet?"
"I...guess we have a strong bed?"
"What, so it can withstand you two fucking like rabbits every other day?" Stacie smirked. "I don't think so, Beca. We can all hear it practically breaking under all that pressure. Not to mention we can hear all that moaning as well."
"We're not that loud." Beca defended, though it was a lousy attempt at keeping her confidence. She knew as well as anyone that that wasn't true in the slightest.
"You're not that loud, when you feel like it," Stacie said with a wink, "But Chloe's a screamer. Why don't you use a ball gag on her? It'll shut her up."
Beca sighed. "Chloe doesn't like bondage. She said she feels restricted."
Stacie always found a way to stick her nose into everyone's sex life. She claimed to be advising people, but Beca never sought for this advice. She couldn't even recall asking Stacie in the first place.
"Uh, that's the point."
"Anyway..." Beca drawled out. "I hope I don't have to talk to that chick again, especially when Chloe's there. They'll probably start World War Three over me."
"Over you?" Stacie rose an eyebrow at Beca's choice of words. "Cocky, aren't we? You aren't all that, Mitchell."
"Didn't say I was, Conrad."
"Chloe seems to think so. I don't see why you can't fuck every time she gets jealous, it's certainly a more positive way of expressing yourselves then fighting."
Beca resisted the urge to face palm herself; as intelligent as Stacie was, sometimes she came out with the most of bizarre comments that made Beca question how much common sense she had in that big brain of hers. "You can't go one minute without bringing up sex, can you?"
"Nope." Stacie said, popping the 'p.'
"Shut up and play your stupid Space Invaders."
"It's called Call of Duty, you ass."
"Yeah, yeah." Beca slumped down and watched the screen as Stacie unfroze her game and resumed playing. She would never understand why Stacie took those games as seriously as she did, but it was thoroughly entertaining to witness Stacie screaming an endless array of curse words each time she lost a round.
Yeah, her friends were idiots. But she supposed she could handle that. She supposed she could handle her girlfriend's jealous streak too.
A few days later, Beca and Chloe were having a leisurely stroll across campus during a bright and sunny afternoon, their hands proudly intertwined. Beca swung her arm to and fro like a swing in motion, pulling Chloe's arm through the same movements.
Chloe smiled at Beca, her face pure perfection in the strong light. Beca smiled back and took in the redhead's beauty; she was practically glowing with ecstasy.
"You're so beautiful."
"Hmm. Sweet talker. You've been telling me that every day this past week."
"It's true, babe. Your face is a symmetrical-"
"And you've been saying those awful yet surprisingly adorable compliments this past week. What game are you playing, Mitchell?" Chloe stopped walking and suspiciously narrowed her eyes at Beca, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.
"Not playing any game, Beale." Beca responded with a smirk of her own. "I don't do games, that's Stace. I'm just telling my gorgeous girlfriend how I feel."
"Mmm hmm. Did it ever occur to you that you never used to shower me with compliments until the 'skank incident?""
"Hey, I've showered you with compliments since we started dating. I'm just not as forward with these things as you are."
"Forward, huh? You seem pretty forward when you're moaning my name-"
"No. I refuse to let you do this. You are not going to turn me on while half the college is out here."
"Why not, Daddy?" Chloe batted her big blue eyes and pouted. She rubbed her hand up and down Beca's arm, earning a soft hum of satisfaction. "I know you're only being nice to me because I got angwee at you."
"Seriously, Chloe?" Beca scoffed, surprisingly resisting against Chloe's attempts of seduction. "Is that what you think? Am I not allowed to tell you how beautiful you are without you overthinking it?"
"You can't blame a girl for being suspicious." Chloe frowned. "One minute you're acting as dense as a brick and the next you're-"
"You two fighting, huh?" A teasing voice called out. One that Beca and Chloe recognized instantly.
"Oh, you can fuck off as well!" Chloe snapped, clenching her fists into tight balls.
The girl from the 'skank incident' strutted over to the couple, showing off her long, tanned legs with a pair of shorts that barely covered her ass. The smirking platinum blonde was joined by a few of her cronies, all as equally as slutty and as desperate to have a bit of Beca as she was. Now Beca looked at things in a clearer light, this girl didn't have a patch on Chloe whatsoever. They were all so typically false and superficial.
"Is it true you're nine inches?" One of them asked. "We actually betted money on this-"
Chloe's nostrils flared up. They had some nerve approaching her. "Is it true you had a boob job?! Because no one can have tits that high!"
"Excuse me, who the fuck are you?"
"Beca's crazy bitch girlfriend." The blonde spat.
"Who the fuck wears those things in November?!" Chloe exclaimed, pointing to the girl's shorts.
"See what I mean? She's got fucking issues."
"The only issue I have is you and your stupid slut friends trying to get in my girlfriend's pants!"
"Aw, sweetie." The third girl cooed in a mocking tone. "It's not our fault Beca would rather have us over some ginger slag-"
"Don't you dare talk to Chloe like that." Beca's voice was low and cold but riddled with fury. "Don't you fucking dare. I am actually disgusted at you, all three of you. You can talk about fucking me all you want, but don't bring Chloe into it. My girlfriend is the kindest, sweetest person you'll ever meet in your dumbass lives, and she doesn't deserve this shit. She doesn't ask for this shit.
You just waltz over, thinking that because you're so attractive that I'll go off with you and fuck you. Yeah, in your dreams. When I look it at now, none of you are that hot." Chloe rolled her eyes at this. "My girlfriend's everything you can ever ask for in a woman and so, so much more. So do me a favour, take your fake boobs and your fake asses out of my sight. Because I've got a real woman here who I'm fucking crazy for."
Beca breathed heavily as she finished her rant. It took quite a lot out of her. The girls fell silent, exchanging irritated glances. Chloe's jaw was clenched so tight she would need it oiled. She refused to make any eye contact with Beca in the slightest.
"Come on, girls. Leave the ladydick and her ginger bitch in peace." The blonde scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"Babe?" Beca placed a hand on Chloe's cheek. "Are you okay? Did they upset you?" Chloe sniffed, sticking her nose in the air. "I, uh...take that as a yes."
She thought Chloe would be a little more appreciative of how much she had defended her, considering she was the one that required it in the first place. And expressing her feelings to such an extent never came easy to Beca.
But expressing her love for Chloe did. An idea popped into her head that she knew Chloe would never be able to ignore.
"You know, you're such a turn on." Beca started to nip and kiss Chloe's neck. Chloe let out a quiet moan in response. "Mmm, I love it when you get all hot and bothered. It's so sexy."
"And I'm trying to-oh, god..." Chloe gasped as Beca started sucking on her pulse point. "...trying to stay mad at you."
"Well I told you I'd be prepared, didn't I?" Beca smirked against Chloe's flesh. "You know I'm not one for going back on my word."
"Prepared in more ways than one, I see..."
She moved her hand from Chloe's waist and slipped it into her jeans. Her fingers found their way to her girlfriend's lacy panties and lightly pressed on the damp fabric. Chloe hummed in satisfaction, buckling her hips against Beca's hand. Beca could feel her cock hardening at the thought of Chloe wanting to go full steam ahead, especially in public.
"You're soaking, babygirl." Beca mumbled as she kissed behind Chloe's ear. "Is that for me?"
"Mmm...yes, Daddy..."
"Do you want me to touch you?" She husked.
"God yes..."
Beca dipped two fingers into Chloe's panties and pinched at the dripping wetness. She inserted them into Chloe's folds with much ease and pumped in and out, gradually gaining a steady rythm. Chloe moaned and grabbed onto Beca's shoulders for support, lost in a dream-like haze of lust and desire.
Beca curled her fingers inside Chloe and rubbed her clit. Chloe's breathing became more and more shallow with every stroke. She squeezed her eyes shut, allowing herself to become wholly immersed in Beca's caresses. She wanted to forget they were out in the open, where anyone could catch them in the act. It was just them in their own little world.
"Do you want me to keep going, babygirl?" Beca whispered.
Chloe desperately nodded, her eyes still closed tight. Doing so stretched her skin so much it seemed like she was grimacing in pain, but Beca knew - judging by how turned on Chloe was - that her girlfriend was enjoying herself to the very maximum. Realizing that gave her such a rush.
As Chloe's body started to tense, Beca ignored the emerging ache in her hand and became rougher and faster with her touches, plunging deep into the depths of Chloe's supple walls. Just how Chloe loved it.
"Fuck..." Chloe whimpered, her core aching with a want for release. "Keep touching me, Daddy...I'm so close..."
Beca mashed their lips together as she continued to flick against Chloe's clit. Chloe moaned as quietly as she could and mumbled what sounded like 'mmm, I love you.' She grinded up as she came, juices coating her panties and Beca's fingers. Beca slowly slid her fingers out of Chloe and pulled her hand up and out of her girlfriend's panties and jeans. Chloe moaned at the loss of touch.
"I just want you inside of me." She said in a breathy whisper. "You don't know how fucking horny right now. You turned me on so badly with that rant, I nearly came just watching you get mad at those sluts."
Beca licked her fingers clean and smirked. "Well then, that's certainly interesting. I'll keep 'angry Beca' in mind for future foreplay. So, what do you say we continue this back at the Bella house?"
Chloe had never ran so fast as she did that afternoon.