Title: You Put Your Arms Around Me And I'm Home
Author: violentsweetperfect
Rated: M for #maturity
Pairing: Beca M & Chloe B
Summary: Beca Mitchell reflects on her relationship with one Miss Chloe Beale.
Warning: Contains smut-ish.
Chapter Two
Beca sighed as the young girl slept peacefully in her arms. "You can stop being weird smiling to yourself over there and come to bed now," Beca said softly. Chloe followed obediently, pulling the covers behind Beca and moving in behind the brunette. Chloe placed her hand onto the brunette's hip, nuzzled her head onto the back of Beca's neck, her lips softly touching it. "What are you doing?"
"Going to bed," the redhead replied.
"Uh-uh." Beca whispered, "You're being punished. No cuddles for you and you're sleeping on the other side of the bed."
"She's five," Chloe said, "She's not gonna roll over and fall off the bed."
"But she's my baby girl," Beca said, "If by my life or death I can protect her, I will." Chloe couldn't help but smile. "Whether it's from the monsters under her bed, scraped knees, broken arm, bad dreams.." She sighed, "or a broken heart."
"You know it's such a turn on how much you love our daughter." Chloe whispered to her ear, as she made circular motions on Beca's hip with her fingers. She moved closer to plant kisses on the brunette's neck slowly making her way to the girl's shoulder.
Beca inhaled deeply; they've been together for so long that they knew where in the body and what to do to elicit such a response from one another. Beca closed her eyes, hoping that her now fast-beating heart would not wake up the girl in her arms. "Babe," she said sternly, as Chloe hasn't stopped. If anything, she had continued to initiate more- her hand slowly caressing Beca's thigh.
"You can't just sing my lady jam and not expect this," Chloe huffed.
"Tomorrow, I promise," Beca said softly, "I am all yours."
"I can't wait til tomorrow night," Chloe purred into her ears, then she deepened her kisses on her shoulder.
"Babe!" Beca took another deep breath, as Chloe's hand moved closer to her center, hovering closely but not making any contact.
"Fine," Chloe said, defeated. "I'm gonna go downstairs and take care of this," she said, pulling her hand from Beca's boxers. "Tomorrow better be super amazing."
Chloe went to the guest room on the first floor, a spare room next to her office that has not been occupied in months since Aubrey and Stacie had visited for their daughter's birthday.
She threw herself to the bed, didn't even bother taking the covers off of the perfectly-made bed (thanks to Aubrey,) that looked as if it were modeled from a high-star hotel room. She took Beca's favorite headphones and put them on her ears, plugging it in to her iPod shuffle that Beca had given her containing a few mash-ups, songs that Beca thought she would dedicate to her because they remind her of their love, her lady jams, and a personal favorite: a studio recording of Beca singing Titanium in a capella (which no one else has heard but Chloe.)
She took a deep breath and pressed play. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, leaning her head backward. Images of Beca flashed through her mind, making her even wetter, as the Beca's vulnerable voice echoed into her ears.
Chloe slid her fingers to the lining of her boxer shorts, taking a deep breath in anticipation. Without hesitation, she slipped her right hand into her boxers, not bothering with taking them off. She playfully rubbed two fingers against her lips, her eyes rolling backwards as she imagined Beca kissing her.. how Beca's lips rubbed against hers, or the special way Beca rolled her tongue as she sucked on her breasts.
Chloe's fingers softly and repeatedly rubbed her clitoris; she imagined her fingers running through Beca's thick hair, and Beca slowly kissing her neck.. Chloe rubbed her clitoris faster and faster, and the first wave of relief came over her. Her body trembled and her legs shook; she cried out in pleasure as she came, although she tried really hard to be quiet.
She took a deep breath and lay her hand on her side as her orgasm subsided; her other hand dripping in her wetness. She rubbed her breasts at the thought of Beca licking and sucking on them and rubbing her nipples with the tips of her fingers and Chloe mimicked these actions on her breasts. She gently slipped a finger inside her, and another- pushing the two fingers in and out, at first slowly, then increasing her pace. Chloe imagined Beca leaning her face at her pussy, licking and sucking her clitoris as she pushed her fingers faster and faster, and using her other hand to flick her clitoris, rubbing circles over the swelling.
It didn't take too long for her throw her head back again, as she cursed at the ceiling, calling out for Beca as she ached for the brunette's touch, although all she could hear is Beca's singing in her ears. Her mouth opened, as her body shuddered to an orgasm.