"Looks like I'm going to Verona for Christmas." Stacie said as she finished reading her text and placed her phone on the armrest of the sofa. "Why does my nonna always tell me a week in advance?"
"Verona?" Emily asked with a frown. "You're Italian?"
"Half Italian." Stacie corrected. "I'm Brazilian on my mom's side."
"You had a Brazilian on your mum's backside?" Amy questioned. "Damn, Stacie. We all know you get a Brazilian, but I didn't think you'd take things up a notch."
"Are you for real?"
"The real deal."
"Whatever." Stacie turned to Emily. "So Legacy, are you going back to Chicago for Christmas?"
"Yup. My dad's coming all the way from New Mexico, so I'm really-"
"Who else is low-key jealous that Chloe's going to Orlando for like, the second time this month?" Amy butted in. Emily sighed; as long as Amy was in the room, she'd never get a word in edgeways. It frustrated her to no end.
"She's from there." Stacie shrugged, facing Amy.
"No wonder she's so tanned. You know, I'd never seen one of those until I met Chloe. Most gingers are paler than Beca's arse crack."
"You'd 'never seen one of those?'" Stacie laughed. "It's like you're saying she's a rare species. And how the fuck would you know if Beca's ass is pale? Since when has Beca stripped off in front of anyone that isn't Chloe?"
"I saw up the other end, didn't I?"
"Very true."
"Up what end?" Emily piped up.
Amy shook her head in mock disappointment. "And I had such high hopes for you, Legacy."
Before Emily could reply, Cynthia-Rose, Jessica, Ashley and Flo walked over with the group's breakfast, placed it down on the coffee table and got themselves seated. Amy lunged forwards to grab a pancake and Lily squirted a whole load of whipped cream into her mouth. Stacie scrunched her nose in disgust and picked up two empty plates. She passed one of them over to Emily, who took it and smiled in gratitude.
Cynthia-Rose watched as Lily placed the tube down once her mouth was bloated with cream and Amy continued to eat with her hands. She cringed, instantly put off her own food. "Didn't anybody teach you lot table manners?"
"Manners is a foreign concept to Amy." Stacie said, forking a waffle onto her plate.
"Virginity is a foreign concept to Stacie." Amy fired back, her mouth full of pancake.
"You're literally the definition of a foreign concept in this country."
Amy gulped down her food. "And in Australia, so are you."
"If the American officials found out I was a foreign concept, I'd be deported and left to die in my country." Flo said.
"So you are an illegal immigrant." Amy stated.
"Aren't you?" Stacie teased, earning a few laughs from the others.
"Oi! I'm here perfectly legally, thank you very much!"
"Guess what, girls?" Chloe strode into the room all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, practically radiating with excitement. Beca trailed on behind her, nose deep in her phone.
"What?" Ashley asked.
"We're gonna start rehearsals today!"
Excited chatter arose amongst the girls. They had been waiting ever since their warm-up session back in early October.
"Finally!" Emily fist-pumped the air.
"Why today of all days?" Stacie wondered.
"Because today is great day!" Chloe chirped happily. "Look at it out there!"
The girls simultaneously turned their heads towards the window. The sky was a stormy grey, save for the slight light that managed to seep through, and a gentle rain pattered against the glass. Weather wise, it was far from 'great.' If that was what Chloe had meant, clearly she hadn't bothered to check the forecast. Or her eyes.
"Uh huh, sure." Stacie looked back to Chloe, who was still glowing with an optimism narrowly impossible for the average person to uphold at eight o'clock in the morning. "We could've started a day ago, a week ago or a-"
"We get it." Beca glanced up from her screen. "Chlo and I have been busy with, uh...things, so."
"Things, huh?" Cynthia-Rose smirked. "What kinda things?"
"Just...things."
"We get that you're protecting the aca-baby's sanity, but we've all heard you guys at it." Amy said.
"Not a kid." Emily grumbled.
"Only because you want to hear, Amy." Beca interjected, ignoring Emily's strop. "Don't deny it, I know you've put your ear up against the wall to listen in."
Stacie rose an eyebrow. "Who the fuck wants to hear 'do you love Daddy's big-'"
"I swear, if you finish that fucking sentence." Beca said through gritted teeth. Stacie grinned and lent back against the cushions, amused by how intimidating Beca seemed to think she was.
"Hey Shawshank, you looking at porn?" Amy pointed to Beca's phone.
"No, I am not looking at porn!"
"I hope you're not." Chloe warned, narrowing her eyes.
"Jesus Christ, I'm texting Kimmy-Jin about the philosophy assignment!"
"Since when were you and Kim Jong-Un's daughter friends?" Amy said with all the severity she could muster up.
"You really are the most unpolitically correct person I've ever met." Beca shook her head, pocketed her phone and trodded into the kitchen. She took out a Pop Tart from the box, unwrapped it and was about to place it into the toaster when Chloe walked over and snatched it from her hand. "What the hell, Chloe?! That's my breakfast!"
"Not anymore." Chloe dropped it into the trash. The girls laughed and Amy murmured 'ooh, the ginge is savage.' "You're changing your eating habits. Today you're going to eat my way."
"So I'm going to stuff myself with candy every time I'm mad at you?"
"You know what I mean."
"Technically that is 'your way.'" Beca smirked. "And I assume eating a three course meal of lettuce leaves comes under that bracket too? Because I'm pretty sure 'vegan' equals 'vegetable.'"
"You won't be laughing when you feel your body cleansing away all that junk food."
"It's not like I live off junk, Chlo."
"You stuff yourself with a Big Mac every time I've got my back turned."
"That's a bit of an exaggeration."
"Irregardless, you're still eating my-"
"And more, much more than this
I did it my way..."
Beca rubbed the back of her neck as Chloe cocked an eyebrow at her. "Sorry, I was tempted."
"I liked it." Chloe pecked Beca's cheek and broke off a banana from the bunch. "You're pretty good with jazz. Maybe you should break away from your techno beats once in awhile."
"Hey, I'm into all types of music. It's Aubrey that doesn't like anything unless it's out of the eighties."
"Yeah, true." Chloe sighed and begun peeling her banana. She had almost forgotten about Aubrey and her antics. In truth, it was something she hadn't wished to remember. They still had a lunch date planned, but she wasn't expecting it to go down well.
"You're still meeting her, right?"
"After class."
"Good luck with that, babe. You're gonna need it." Beca placed a hand on Chloe's arm. "She went fucking psycho on the phone."
"Only because you went all psycho on her."
"Which she was asking for. I still say she's jealous."
"Maybe, I don't know."
"Chlo?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you gonna...hold back when you confront Aubrey? Because I know what you're like when it comes to her. Not trying to be rude, but you're a bit...tentative around her, y'know? She upset you, she upset me, and she ruined our date. She deserves to be hit face-on."
"When you think about it, our date wasn't ruined. It wasn't like we were constantly arguing the whole time or anything. Until we planned to leave, everything was going great." When Beca stared at Chloe with a dumbfounded expression, she sighed once again. "I know, I know. I should stop defending Aubrey when she's acting like a bitch."
"So that means you should stop defending her full stop."
"She doesn't always act like that, Beca." Chloe bit into her banana.
Beca would've liked to have made a dirty joke about Chloe preferring to deep-throat the banana over her dick, but she decided against it. "No, of course not. She acts like a bitch ninety-nine percent of the time, and that remaining one-percent is when she decides to act like a decent human being."
Chloe gulped down the fruit. "You are unbelievable."
"And you're too nice for your own good. She doesn't deserve you, Chlo."
"Well, she's my best friend and I love her." Chloe offered Beca the banana.
Beca rolled her eyes and took a small bite. "Last night you said I was your best friend. I've been led to believe a lie."
"You are, sweetie. It's not a lie." Chloe giggled. "I have two best friends."
"That isn't possible."
"This is Chloe you're talking to, Shawshank!" Amy hollered. "Anything's possible when she can stick all nine inches of that big ass dick in her mouth!"
"Amy!"
"How does she know your exact size?" Chloe half-whispered, hardly bothered by Amy's lastest remark.
"The fuck am I supposed to know?" Beca responded in the same tone.
"I've seen enough dicks in my time." Amy shrugged, overhearing the couple fairly easily. "Big ones, small ones, hairy ones-"
"Trying to eat here!" Emily exclaimed.
"Too bad, Legacy. You'll have to starve."
Chloe narrowed her eyes at the blonde. "Nobody is mean to the aca-baby on mama's watch."
While Amy tried to defend her actions and Chloe constantly shut her down, Beca sneaked her hand into the box of Pop Tarts and slowly tore the wrapper open, ensuring not a single noise was made. She placed it into the toaster and watched Chloe finalize her debate with Amy, take out a green smoothie from the fridge and pick up her handbag from the side of the chair.
"Bye, babe." She pecked Beca's lips. "I'll see you at rehearsals."
"See ya, Carrots. Have fun with the Posenator."
Chloe giggled and nudged her gently before bidding farewell to the Bellas and making her exit. Beca pressed a button on the toaster to release the Pop Tart.
"Thought you were keeping healthy." Stacie teased as she strutted into the kitchen with her plate, most of the food left untouched. She toosed the half-eaten pancake into the trash.
"Upon force, dude." Beca took Stacie's plate and threw the Pop Tart on it. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her, right? It's no big deal."
"If you say so, Mitchell. If you say so."
Chloe packed up her study materials as the other students in her comparative literature class piled out of the lecture hall in their drones. It was a two hour session and most were glad to get it over with for the week, but Chloe had always enjoyed and appreciated what the subject had to offer.
She approached her professor with a spring in her step and held out a stapled booklet. "I finished my assignment, Dr. Mitchell. It took me awhile, but I got there in the end."
"Fantastic." Warren took the paper out of Chloe's hands and tucked it under his arm among various other essays. "I look forward to reading it."
"Aw, thank you." Chloe smiled politely.
"Now, as your future father-in-law, Beca told me you guys had a fight." Warren frowned, as did Chloe. "As happy as I am for her opening up more and telling me, I hope it wasn't over anything major."
"Thanks for asking, Warren. And no, it was over something stupid. We made up pretty quickly."
Chloe knew that whenever Beca's dad subconsciously reverted his role, it was now acceptable for her to be on a first name basis with him. Both had to make sure no professor nor student would overhear them. The last thing they wanted was the Dean being told of their 'lack of professional boundaries' due to an 'evident favouritism.'
"That's a relief."
"So, future-father-in-law, huh?" Chloe knew that her marriage to Beca was inevitable, but she liked discussing it with Warren whenever the subject wad brought up. It was a very exciting thought.
"I hope. Beca can be a little...slow at times."
"Don't I know it." Chloe giggled. "She doesn't know this, but I've always dreamt of being proposed to in Times Square just as the countdown begins for a New Year. And I'll say 'yes' right on the stroke of midnight."
"Interesting. That sounds like the ending to a fairy tale."
"I was an idealistic child." Chloe shrugged. "I always admired the endings in the books I read and hoped those kinda things would happen to me. But knowing Beca, she'll probably propose to me in a traffic jam or while we're in Starbucks. She'd probably say 'Times Square? Really, Chlo? That's a stupid dream.'"
Warren chuckled at Chloe's impression. "I wouldn't doubt it. She can't stand anything fictional. Maybe I imposed too much literature on her."
"Yeah, maybe. She likes living in the real world."
"Unless you take her music producing aspirations into consideration." Warren joked. "People in that industry don't quite understand the concept of reality. But Beca's grounded and - for the most part - quite sensible." Chloe chuckled and nodded. "I'm sure she wouldn't change for the sake of her career. If she becomes a producer, that is."
Warren still wasn't completely sure if he was keen on Beca's choice of occupation, and Chloe could sense this fairly well. She made it her mission to reassure him. "Beca's so talented. I think the music industry will love her."
"She is, but...oh, you're right, Chloe. They will love her, won't they?"
"Oh, totes-sorry, totally." Being an expert on all aspects of the English language, Warren didn't appreciate Chloe's tendency to change certain words.
"I think you've wrote 'totes' in your essays more times than Beca's sworn at me. And to think that swear jar never helped her." Warren rubbed his chin in deep thought. "Though Sheila and ended up getting nearly five-hundred dollars out of her, so that was a bonus in some respect."
"She told me." Chloe said. "She just can't stop herself. One time, back when we first started dating, she swore at a bunch of ten year-olds in a Subway."
"Why on earth did she do that?"
"They kept asking if we liked chicken. And that was after I became a vegan, so Beca thought they overheard me asking about the vegan options and were taking the piss out of me."
"That is...a very strange reason to swear at ten year-olds."
"We've had a lot of eventful dates."
"I realized. Oh, and thinking of dates, I wanted to talk to Beca last night but you were out. Can you ask her to give me a call? She's adamant on texting me, but I'd rather have a proper conversation with her."
"Sure thing." Chloe grinned. She took out her phone and shot Beca a quick text. Lol call your dad xxx
Moments later, Beca replied. 'Lol' OK.
Chloe chuckled to herself and unravelled her earphones. "I better get going. I'm meeting a friend in about half an hour."
"Aubrey Posen?"
"Yeah, that's right." Chloe plugged the end into her phone socket. "How do you know Aubrey?"
"From your performances. And I'm quite friendly with her old economics professor. Sounded like a nice girl. A bit straight-laced, but incredibly gifted."
Chloe thought 'a bit' was quite the understatement. Aubrey was likely the most intense, difficult person she would ever know. "She can be nice when she wants to be."
"Hmm."
"What?"
"That sounds like a certain somebody I know. A certain...child of mine."
Chloe nodded in agreement. "Those two have more in common then they'd ever want to realise."
Aubrey was typing away on her laptop when Chloe walked into the coffee shop, her rubber raincoat drenched from the downpour. Her brow was knitted in concentration as she stared the screen down, determined to complete her lengthy email. Chloe resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she approached the small table; Aubrey would always find an excuse to work herself to the bone if it meant she was successful in everything she did.
She dragged out the chair, peeled off her coat and sat down opposite Aubrey. "Hey..."
Chloe's typical greeting for Aubrey was a squeal of glee and a hug that seemed to last forever. But this time, that was far from the case. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake away Aubrey's bitterness. At times she truly didn't understand their friendship. There were the occasional ups, but their downs seemed to completely outnumber any of that positivity. Nonetheless, Chloe wasn't a quitter. She prided herself on befriending the most difficult people to get along with (a prime example being her girlfriend).
"Hi." Aubrey closed her laptop and slid it into a sleek case. "I ordered your favourite."
"My coconut milk cappuccino?"
Aubrey nodded. "It's all been paid for. My treat, there's no need to pay me back."
"You're trying to bribe me into forgiving you and I don't like it. I'm not that 'idiotic.'"
Aubrey sighed and placed her laptop into her handbag. "I'm sorry. You're not idiotic at all."
"Well, I did fail Russian Lit three times."
"Deliberately."
"Still." Chloe picked up her coffee cup and took a sip. "So, how's everything going at the Lodge? Have you eased up on clients now that it's winter or-"
"Cut the small talk. You know I can't stand it. There's a reason why we're both here today."
Chloe sighed and nodded. "Why do you have such an issue with Beca?"
"I don't. We have mutualistic banter."
"Really, Bree? Is that what you've been telling yourself? Because I feel like you guys actually mean it when you insult each other. It's no secret you don't like her."
"More like it's no secret she doesn't like me. She's the one that started all this nonsense."
"What nonsense? Coming in and making the Bellas better?"
"No, it's...forget it."
"So you are jealous."
"Why are you and Beca so determined to prove that I'm jealous?"
"I know you're not a bad person, Bree. You've been the most amazing friend over the years. You're not cruel, not by any means. But you're always hellbent on being better than everyone else. You get annoyed and jealous when things don't go your way. And things didn't go your way when Beca came along, because she helped us win. Because she was better than-"
"You were so infatuated with her to see how much of a pain in the backside she was. And she isn't exactly helping you win now, is she?"
"And there's the confession I was looking for."
"What confession?"
"That you don't like her."
"She's...an irritant."
"As well as her being a 'dismal' for the Bellas and 'sexualising me for her own personal gain?'"
Aubrey blinked and chose not to reply, knowing that there was nothing she could say to deny her own words. After all, Chloe had solid proof on text.
Chloe shook her head in disbelief, her eyes wide. She felt a dry lump forming in the back of her throat. "You can't even say it to my face, can you? Oh my god, why can't you just be happy for me? Beca's the best girlfriend I could ever ask for. It's not as if she's a jerk to me like Tom was. She spoils me like a princess, listens to me like a best friend and loves me like there's no tomorrow. Surely you can appreciate that, right?"
"I do, I can see she treats you right. And I am happy for you, Chloe."
Chloe scoffed. "Yeah, whatever. You have a funny way of showing it. I'd be happy for you."
"Well you're Little Miss Perfect, aren't you?" Aubrey spat, her temper rising.
Chloe fell silent and watched the steam rise up from her coffee. She knew that if she did respond, it would inevitably result in an argument between them, and yet another with Beca involved. Aubrey exhaled and massaged her temple.
"God, I always take out my stress on you, don't I?" Aubrey asked, more to herself than to Chloe. "You might as well be my punching bag."
"Thanks, Aubrey." Chloe said dryly.
"You know I didn't mean it like that."
"I don't wanna sound full of myself here, but it's also like you're constantly butting heads with Beca because you both want to be as close to me as possible. And yeah, that links back to why me and Becs think you're jealous. I was trying to say that earlier but you interrupted me."
Aubrey straightened her back and locked her fingers together. If she was trying to relax herself, Chlos couldn't tell. Aubrey's countenance was as cold and as mechnical as ever; there was no knowing what she was feeling.
"It does seem like I'm losing you at times." Aubrey admitted, staring down at the dark swirls in her expresso. "It's Beca this, Beca that, even before you got with her. Sometimes I just feel...neglected."
Chloe's eyes widened. She felt more shocked than frustrated. "You know I don't neglect you, Bree. We're as close as ever. We text every day, we Facetime like, three times a week, and I'm always asking if you wanna meet up. Just because I have a girlfriend doesn't mean you're no longer my bestie."
"I know, but...oh, I can't explain it. You wouldn't understand."
"Of course I'd understand-"
Chloe's phone rang with an instrumental remix of Titanium, stopping the girls' conversation straight in its tracks.
"You better get that." Aubrey mumbled. "I presume it's Beca."
Chloe shook her head. "I'll talk to her later. What matters is you're here and-"
"Just talk to her, Chloe." Aubrey said shortly.
Chloe had literally insisted on how she wasn't neglecting Aubrey, but if taking out her phone and seeing what Beca wanted was anything to go by, it was sending out a very wrong message to the blonde.
It turned out that Beca wasn't calling, but had rather sent a picture of Chloe working up a sweat in the middle of an exotic dance. As far as Chloe could recall, it was from last year's trip to Miami. Though she wasn't entirely sure, considering she was half-drunk for most of the holiday. She was clad in the smallest of bikinis and had a floral, Hawaiian-inspired necklace dangling around her neck.
What's this, throwback Thursday on a Monday?
I'm jacking off to it as we speak. ;)
Another picture was sent of Beca's raging boner. She had her hand coiled around the base of her dick. Chloe's eyes widened as a sudden heat flooded to her core. She imagined her own hand pumping up and down Beca's shaft but quickly shook the thought aside, mainly out of fear that Aubrey would clock her every facial expression and realize what was going on.
Oh my god, I'm with Aubrey!
All the more reason to tell you I've came two times and don't plan on stopping.
You make me so fucking hard, babygirl.
You're so evil, Mitchell. So evil.
Muahahaha. ;)
Can't you keep it in your pants for one afternoon?
You're asking for the impossible there, babe. I date you, the goddess of sex appeal. Keeping it in my pants is like asking for a death wish.
Continue. I like this flattery. ;)
I love how that little drawstring bikini looks like it's about to rip open and show off those beautiful mounds of yours. You know how badly I want to cum all over them?
How badly, Daddy?
So fucking badly, babygirl.
You're my skanky little milkmaid. You want to drink up all of Daddy's milk like the filthy slut you are?
God yes. And then you can milk my udders, Daddy.
I'd love to milk your udders, babygirl.
I have plenty of that to spare. After all, I am your skanky little milkmaid. ;)
Chloe knew it was nothing more than their typical dirty talk, but she was starting to wonder if Beca assumed she'd produce breastmilk at all times, not just during pregnancy. Beca wasn't particularly knowledgeable when it came to the female anatomy, possibly because she never held it with much regard in high school due to her intersexuality. But it was one of the few things Beca hadn't discussed with her in detail, so she couldn't be too sure.
Minutes later, Beca replied. Can you get this costume? I thought it'd look great with your eyes.
An attachment came through of a model wearing a blue and white checked dress, ending a fair distance from her knees and exposing much of her shoulders. There was white lace stitched around the bust area and a small apron sewn on beneath it. White, translucent stockings topped off the look. Chloe chewed on her lower lip, naughty thoughts rushing through her mind. She'd have so much fun in that outfit.
Hmm. It may take a few weeks to arrive, especially with Christmas and everything. Can you wait that long? ;)
I can wait. Consider it our late Christmas present.
Consider it done. ;)
Now, where were we? ;)
"Chloe?"
"Yeah, Bree?" Chloe responded without looking up.
"Why are you blushing at your phone?"
"O-Oh, I..."
"Well?" Aubrey folded her arms. "An explanation would be nice."
"It's just Beca being silly." Chloe said with a shaky laugh as she shut off her phone and stored it away in her handbag.
Aubrey seemed hardly convinced. "Right."
They stared each other down for a good minute until Chloe changed the subject, worried that Aubrey was attenpting to decipher her thoughts and the burning arousal that seemed determined to destroy every fiber of her being. "So what's been making you stressed? Is it the Lodge?"
"Yes and no. I enjoy the job, it's decently paid and the scenery is to die for, but my father's angry at me for dropping out of law school, which I expected. He believes I shouldn't be wasting my time with - as he puts it - 'nonsensical holiday camps.'"
"Was law school really that bad?"
"It was...challenging, to say the least."
"But you're good at everything."
"Nobody's good at everything, Chloe. That's impossible."
"Yeah, you're right." Chloe sighed and nodded. "But do you think you'll be going back to law school?"
"Potentially. Though my next port of call is to go into the military. Please don't tell anybody. I didn't want to say anything as-"
"The military?!" Chloe broke out into a grin. "Oh my god, Bree! This is amazing! Your dad will love it!"
"And if he doesn't?"
"Well screw him."
"You've said that many times before."
"I know, and I'll say it until you start taking in my problem-free philosophy. Hakuna Matata." Chloe sang with a giggle.
"It isn't physically possible to have 'no worries' unless you're a fictional lion, meerkat and warthog whose fate is decided by many writers and a production team." Aubrey deadpanned.
"You'd be such a kill joy at Disneyland."
"I'd be that one person to make the kids cry."
"Hey, I think you'd be great with kids. You could always apply for a job as Elsa." She teased, earning an eye roll from Aubrey.
"Honestly, Beca has never pissed me off so much before. And I'd be terrible with kids. I'm far from what one would call 'motherly.'"
"You would so be an amazing mom, Bree." And that was the truth. Aubrey would be more overprotective and excessive than Beca had thought Chloe would be.
"Thank you."
"By the way, I decided to call a rehearsal. From one to three."
"Oh...well that's good. Hopefully something will come of it."
"Yeah. Hopefully."
As Chloe made her way to the Bellas' rehearsal space, she rebooted her phone and was instantly greeted with four unread messages all from Beca. Chloe rolled her eyes and opened them, reading one at a time. She was just thankful that rain had finally stopped.
Babe?
Hey, you left me hanging. Send me a nude.
Baaaaaabbbbbbbeeeeee?
Chloe you asshole, your girl's horny as fuck here.
One last message came through as Beca resumed her activity. Texting with one hand isn't fun, you know. I've been waiting nearly an hour for you to come back online. Seems like you don't appreciate those talents of mine.
And you say I'm clingy.
You are. 'Lol.'
'Ha, ha.'
Wait, you're still jacking off?
When I've got you as a girlfriend, I can jack off for an eternity. You're so fucking hot.
You're pretty hot yourself. ;)
But seriously, shouldn't you be working? You know, makig aca-awesome mixes to show your boss?
I told you, I have no creative input. My boss is an arrogant shit.
Hmm, sounds familiar.
A middle finger emoji came through. Bitch. And to think I soaked my towel in cum over the gorgeous specimen that is yourself.
You better wash that towel. Don't leave it out like last time. Pretty sure Ashley still gets nightmares from when she dried her face with it.
Hey! Amy was the one that dug it out of the hamper! Do you really think I'm capable of pulling such a shitty move?
No, but when you're mad that's a different story. :)
And that smiley face is necessary because?
Because I like smileys.
Because you're a weirdo.
A weirdo that you find 'so fucking hot.' ;)
You can be a hot weirdo.
By the way, how was Posen?
Well we didn't argue.
Tis' the season for a miracle as well as to be horny. What was wrong with her anyhow?
I didn't really get much out of her. All she said was she feels neglected and stressed.
What has that got to do with her practically verbally abusing you over those fucking rehearsals? Honestly I don't understand that woman.
And she always seems to be stressed. What's new?
I don't know. She didn't really say why. I think there's a lot going on with her. Don't tell her I told you this, but she said she wants to join the army.
Good fucking riddance. She can stay there for all I care.
Beca. :/
What? She was more of an asshole than normal and didn't even have the decency to explain herself.
Chloe tore her eyes away from her phone with a sigh as she reached the rehearsal space and walked inside. As much as she didn't want to admit it, Beca's observations were right. Aubrey had never cleared up why she was still concerned about the Bellas but had her own demons that needed prioritisation.
She was always an obsessive person, so all Chloe could put it down to was that - alongside the few things she had actually told her - Aubrey wanted to pay close attention to the Bellas in order for them to have some form of commonality remaining. Without singing, they wouldn't have became friends in the first place. But even that never made much sense. When Warren said Aubrey was 'gifted', Chloe began to think she had a particular gift in locking up all her emotions. Perhaps even more so than Beca did.
Beca was the last to arrive. She had taken a much needed shower after Chloe had left her hanging not once, but twice (though on the second occasion, their conversation hadn't gone the way Beca wanted it to. She was expecting Chloe to pop up with a dirty one-liner).
The girls were were split off into small groups and nattered away, hardly occupied by Chloe writing down the order of their rehearsal in big, bold lettering. Beca raked her eyes up and down Chloe's body, watching the way her biceps moved as she stretched across the whiteboard. Her workout pants hugged her figure and could only make her ass look all the more spectacular.
Beca pounced on Chloe from behind, wrapping her arms around Chloe's waist and nestling her chin into the crook of her girlfriend's neck. Chloe hummed in content as she felt Beca's hot breath tickle against her skin.
"You look so fuckable in that tank top and those tight ass leggings." Beca growled into Chloe's ear. "It's like you're practically begging me to fuck you senseless in front of all the girls. God, when I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk in a straight line for the next month." She boasted, clasping her hands over Chloe's breasts and squeezing them tight.
Chloe's breath hitched in her throat at Beca's aggression. As much as she adored her girlfriend's tender side, she loved it whenever Beca's dominance came out from hibernation. "Mmm...but I'm not straight, am I?"
"All the more reason why you'll always be wet for me, begging me to pound your tight little asshole til' you can't take it no more."
"Fuck, that's so hot..." Chloe whimpered.
Beca pressed a few kisses down Chloe's neck. "And I'm still willing to milk those udders on the side."
"But I-oh, fuck...I need to be pregnant in order to produce milk."
Beca released her grip. "Oh. I had no idea."
"Becs." Chloe hissed at the loss of contact. "Please keep touching me, the others aren't-"
"Yo, aca-parents! When's dinner?!" Amy shouted out from the side. "I'm fucking starving here!"
Beca left Chloe's side and made her way to Amy. "Dude, we haven't even started yet. All you ever think about is food and sex."
"Like you."
"Pfft, no I don't."
"You were literally just feeling up your chick-"
"Okay!" Chloe clapped her hands together, signalling for the girls to take their seats.
Amy shot Beca a knowing wink and plopped down on the end of the front row. Beca sighed and resumed her position beside Chloe as the group. Amazingly, Chloe seemed to have calmed herself in such a short amount of time and was now raring to go, all guns blazing. Beca found a determined Chloe all the more attractive.
"We've got one month until Regionals, so we've got to make this time count." Chloe instructed. "I've organised most of the choreography and Becs has the set list sorted."
Beca took this as her cue to continue. "As always, we've got three songs from different genres layered and chopped in half to fit in with the time slot. Any questions, nerds?"
Amy rose her hand like any respectable student would in a classroom, which Beca and Chloe found somewhat ironic. "Is that all your musical wisdom dumbed down so us non-DJ folk can understand?"
Beca rolled her eyes. "It's literally called 'cutting' or 'trimming.'"
"Aha, but you said 'chopped.'"
"Jesus, Amy! It's the same thing!"
Chloe tapped Beca on the shoulder. "Babe, do you wanna give out the handouts?"
"Uh...what handouts?"
"I told you to print eight handouts when you were in the library. Was that so difficult?" Chloe groaned. Beca shrugged, silently praying Chloe and her wouldn't argue in front of the others. "Now I know you can't use the 'I forgot' excuse, so were you actually listening to me when I asked you?"
"Can't say that I was, hon. Just write the set list on the whiteboard."
"You write it."
"Why? My writing's shit."
"So is mine."
"Dude, your writing is neat as fuck."
"Only when I'm not studying-"
"Oh my god, one of you write the set list!" Stacie let out a groan of frustration, flinging her arms out to the side.
Chloe jabbed Beca's chest. "You were responsible for not printing the handouts. You're writing."
Beca sniggered and picked up a whiteboard pen. "Petty, aren't we?"
"Fuck you."
"I plan to."
The girls burst out laughing as Beca ducked to avoid the other pen flung in her direction.
An hour and a half had flown by and the Bellas, though far from in sync, had powered through their rehearsal. In a strange way, Chloe was somewhat glad Aubrey had pushed her into calling it, albeit with much hostility. She was unsure if anything would've materialized at all.
Chloe pecked Beca's cheek as she rubbed the whiteboard clean with a cloth. "That went pretty well, don't cha' think?"
"Surprisingly. CR nailed Starships on the first attempt, Stace always kicks ass when it comes to choreography, and Legacy's a talented little bean. I never realized how good her voice was. Uptown Funk definitely shows off her strong suits."
"You're also a talented little bean." Chloe giggled when Beca frowned and puffed her cheeks out. "What? You don't like being called little?"
"You know I don't like being called little. Or short. Or anything that implies my height."
"Because you can't admit the truth?"
"Shut it, Beale."
"Or what?" Chloe poked her tongue out.
"Or I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for not just one, but two months." Beca growled, ready to pounce.
She was still horny from earlier on and had endlessly searched for an opportunity to bring up the subject once again. Judging from how Chloe shuddered on the spot, it was the perfect time to do so.
"Mmm." Chloe's eyes grew dim with arousal. "I like the sound of that, Daddy."
"How about we have our own rehearsal, hmm?" Beca smirked, her stomach fluttering. The most perfect song popped into her mind that both her and Chloe were fans of dueting to. "Just for the two of us?"
"Fuck yes."
Beca licked her lips and took a step forward. "Yeah...
Uh-huh
So seductive
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot, whoa..."
Chloe trailed a finger across Beca's jaw and along her pulse point. "I'll take you to the candy shop (yeah)
Boy, one taste of what I got (uh-huh)
I'll have you spending all you got (come on)
Keep going 'til you hit the spot, whoa..."
Beca winked, running her hands up and down Chloe's torso. "You could have it your way, how do you want it?
You gon' back that thing up, or should I push up on it?
Temperature rising, okay, let's go to the next level
Dance floor jam-packed, hot as a tea kettle,
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasing you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem..."
Chloe joined in the background as she began to grind up against Beca's growing bulge. Beca rocked her own hips, hitting Chloe's crotch with every move she made. "Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)..."
"Nice demonstration, guys."
Beca and Chloe repelled from each other in an instant. They were flustered, frustrated and undeniably horny. Beca tried to cover herself, but her petite hands had no hope in hiding the tent in her joggers from sight. She and Chloe hesitantly looked to the door, where a smug Stacie was propped up against the frame. Standing beside her was Emily, whose mouth was wide open in a shock horror.
"W-What?!" Beca stammered, eventually finding her voice. "We thought you all left!"
"I left my glasses here, and Ems wanted to help me find them. We thought you'd left to go fuck each other."
"W-Well we're leaving now, so..."
"Uh huh. I presume you'll be getting your 'magic stick' out?"
"Stacie!" Chloe exclaimed, her cheeks a tinge of pink. "You are traumatizing poor Emily!"
Emily darted her eyes from side to side. "U-Uhm...well I've seen worse-"
"Y-Yeah, we're gonna go..." Beca gave a hesitant chuckle as she stepped out of the room, tiptoeing around Stacie and Emily. Chloe tagged along behind, smiling reluctantly.
When they were out of sight, Stacie threw her head back and burst out laughing. Emily put her head in her hands, beet red with embarrssament. Beca and Chloe just couldn't seem to contain themselves.
As Chloe unlocked the Bella house, Beca grabbed her hand and tugged her down the steps leading to their room. The couple giggled as they went, unable to channel the inner children within them, and jumped onto the bed in a mess of tangled limbs.
Chloe crawled up on Beca and mashed their lips together in a searing kiss. Beca rested her hand on Chloe's lower back for a moment before allowing her fingers to fly free and dance under the fabric. She pushed the material up until she felt the rough clasp of Chloe's bra.
Chloe grinned against Beca's lips and slowly rocked her hips up and down until she felt a tight package beginning to press up against her crotch. She ran her hand down Beca's face, across her collarbone and settled on her left breast. As she massaged the supple tissue, Beca hummed and fumbled with Chloe's bra clasp until it was successfully unclipped.
Beca and Chloe fought for dominance as they ripped each other's clothes off with an incredible force and continued to make out, faces moulding into one. Beca traced along Chloe's panty line while the redhead hung onto their kiss, never wanting to let go.
Chloe slipped her tongue into Beca's mouth and explored each and every crevice. She did all she could to remain in control, but Beca had other ideas. Her tongue bombarded itself in and clashed against Chloe's, leaving Chloe no choice but to break away for air. Her lips were slightly swollen and parted, making her look all the more alluring.
"I've been such a naughty girl, Daddy. Do I need punishing?" She batted her long eyelashes at Beca.
Beca's cock twitched in her pants. "Fuck yes. Get on all fours, you slut." She demanded, pushing Chloe off her.
Chloe bent over and crouched down on her hands and knees. Beca edged over on the bed and circled her firm ass cheeks, earning a hum of satisfaction from the redhead. She dipped a finger into Chloe's thong, curled it around the thin lace and harshly tugged it off. Chloe wiggled her bare ass in anticipation like a dog wagging its tail, juices already trickling down her inner thighs.
Beca stroked her half-hard cock with one hand and grabbed a bottle of lube with the other. Once she was completely hard, she squirted a fair amount of the cool substance on her palm and coated her cock in it, taking her sweet time doing so.
She lent in and took one long lick through Chloe's slick folds. Chloe gasped and squirmed against Beca's tongue and grabbed the sheets tight. Beca kissed her way around Chloe's sensitive butthole, finding something oddly satisfying about her girlfriend being completely unaware of every move she made; everything was her decision, and her decision alone. With nothing else to look at but the faint outline of the cupboard door, Chloe was well and truly at her mercy.
As Beca retracted and begun lining her dick up to Chloe's entrance, Chloe felt the tip poking against her soft flesh and moaned, unable to bare the wait for much longer. With some struggle, Beca slowly guided herself in. Chloe kept a firm grip on the sheets and screwed her eyes shut as Beca moved out and back in once more. The discomfort had begun to sink in, but she tried her hardest to cast it aside and focus on how amazing Beca felt; warm, with a tinge of cool from the lube, and stretching what little space she had in her tiny butthole.
"Ow...fuck..." She grimaced.
"You okay, babe?" Beca stopped and was about to pull out when Chloe pushed up against her, forcing her dick in slightly deeper. "I take that as a yes."
"You feel-oh, fuck...so good..."
Beca's eyes clouded over in darkness. "How hard do you want it, babygirl?"
"So fucking hard, Daddy..."
Beca smirked. "Right answer."
Beca groped Chloe's ass and begun ramming into her at a surreal pace. Chloe let out an almighty scream as a searing pain was shot right through her, like her whole backside had been set alight. Beca only withheld for a moment before Chloe's whines of torment became pleasured pants. She loosened her grip on Chloe's ass and caressed the red imprints of her fingers as she continued to thrust.
"Oh my god, yes!" Chloe moaned through heavy breaths. "Fuck my ass, Daddy! Fuck my ass!"
"You're such a little whore, aren't you?" Beca grunted, her balls slapping against Chloe's clit. "Getting me to take you from behind. Tell me you love Daddy's fat dick fucking that tight asshole of yours."
"I love it, Daddy-oh, god!"
"Yeah, that's right. I am your god, aren't I?" Beca said with an immense cockiness. "I'm your sex god. Tell me I'm your sex god, babygirl."
"Y-You're my...oh, fuck!"
Beca delivered a sharp slap to Chloe's ass, earning a surprised yelp from the redhead below. "Tell me I'm your fucking sex god!"
"You're my sex god, Daddy! You're my sex god!"
Chloe's thoughts had grown numb. She was a writhing, squealing bundle of nerves, unable to process anything around her. Beca's relentless pounding was sending her further away from reality. Her girlfriend was indeed small, but she was not to be underestimated with her strength and stamina. That added testosterone in her system was sure to have helped.
When Beca reached her release, Chloe arched her back and spread out her legs in an attempt to allow more room for her girlfriend's cum. Beca kept on thrusting even as her hot load shot into Chloe's ass. Due to the sheer speed Beca was going, much of it spurted out and spilled half way down her dick and along the redhead's thighs.
Chloe felt her legs tremble beneath her and collapsed on her front, gasping for air. Beca slowly slid out, slightly dazed from her orgasm and only just feeling the ache in her muscles. She lent across the bed to pull out a wet wipe from the container and carefully dabbed at the drying cum, first tending to Chloe and then herself. It would be asking too much for Chloe to do the work.
Beca tossed the wipe in the trash and lay down beside Chloe, pecking her cheek and pushing a few damp strands of hair out of her flushed face. "I love you."
It took a couple of minutes for Chloe to regain her breath. She grinned and returned the peck. "I love you, too. But my ass feels like it's on fire. You stuck your dick in there pretty deep."
"Sorry, Chlo." Beca smiled sheepishly. "Guess I was a bit rough."
"S'ok." Chloe murmured, fatigue slowly creeping up on her. "Can we cuddle?"
"Of course we can, princess."
Chloe rolled over and snuggled up to Beca, throwing the cum-stained sheets off the bed. The couple were drenched in sweat and didn't need the additional heat.
"You know, you really meant it when you said you'd fuck me so hard I wouldn't be able to walk properly for a whole month." Chloe mumbled, nuzzling her nose into Beca's jaw. Beca smirked and rested an arm behind her head, satisfied with herself. She was just getting comfortable when Chloe added, "But I'm still running tomorrow."
"After all that exercise we just did?" Beca rose an eyebrow. "You're crazy."
"And you're coming with me." As Beca's smirk dropped into a frown, Chloe giggled at her. "That wiped that smirk off your face, didn't it?"
"You know I don't do cardio, Chlo."
"You do cardio when there's sex involved."
"That's a...different type of cardio."
"Is it though?"
"There's no stupid running involved. And sex is the only cardio I'd ever need. We're always fucking."
"If we were always fucking, I wouldn't be able to walk for like, five months." Beca smirked once again. Chloe scoffed and playfully nudged into her. "Stop being so smug, you ass."
"I'm your sex god. How could I not be smug?"
"I actually hate you."
"I actually hate you, too."