As the steam in the bathroom filled Beca's pores and relaxed her muscles, she wrapped the fluffiest towel she could find tightly around her body. She was unable to tear her eyes away from the mirror imagine of herself; she was disgusted. How could she have been so weak as to allow yet another person to touch her? Red marks were surely growing blossoms of purple around her neck and she couldn't even bring herself to look at her own breasts. She knew that harsh marks would be marring her skin and she wasn't anywhere near prepared to deal with that. She wrung her hair out quickly with a second towel and with unsteady hands; she brushed her chocolate tendrils until they were tame. She finished her routine hastily, glossing over her traditional moisturizer use and only brushing her teeth and rinsing with mouthwash.
Her skin was crawling. Her attempts to scold the feeling of wandering hands all over her body had failed miserably and all she could think about was how desperately she wished she could feel anything else. Unable to stand facing her reflection anymore the alt girl darted out of the bathroom and beelined straight for her girlfriend's room. She slipped through the door slowly to find Chloe sitting on the bed, looking adorable and sexy in her Victoria's secret blue pajama set.
It was about an hour later when Beca finally joined her girlfriend. And Chloe knew this not because the younger girl had made any noise and but due to the fact that she found herself unable to sleep; consumed by her worry for the brunette. The thought that Beca had only forgiven her due to her impeccable timing and ability to be a touch that the other girl trusted in a time where she was, once again, about to violated against her will had crept into her mind and didn't seem to leaving any time soon.
It was common knowledge that Chloe was a talker. She talked out her conflicts, her problems, her feelings- anything basically until the situation was resolved. Beca on the hand was the exact opposite; she avoided until the issue was so overwhelming that she had no choice but to face it. Their opposing preferences were not exactly a recipe for success. Regardless of the fact that the red head was still extremely ambivalent about how she planned to discuss her newfound concerns with Beca, as soon as the other girl entered the room she'd captured Chloe's full attention.
"Hey babe, how are you fe-," Chloe's question was cut off by a pair of soft lips crushing against her own with a level of passion and intensity she hadn't yet seen from Beca. The rest of the dj's body followed suite and still wrapped in a towel, the small girl straddled the ginger's hips. Chloe breath caught in her throat. Some part of her knew that something had to be wrong for this level of intimacy to be rushed but she was painfully aware that the only barrier between Beca's smooth skin and her was a flimsy towel. Wetness began to build between her thighs and Beca wedged herself in between her legs and allowed her full weight to press down against her. A moan flew out of Chloe's mouth without her consent and Beca's grin grew. She attacked the redhead's neck, nipping and sucking in certain places as she hunted for Chloe's sweet spot. She was rewarded when a spot just below the other girl's ear was hit and she sucked in a harsh breath.
"Oh there it is," Beca teased seductively, she traced her fingers gently along the other girl's arm, pleased with herself as she felt goose bumps rise up.
"Jesus Beca," she gasped. "I've never seen you like this before."
The brunette ignored the other girl's observation and allowed one of her hands to travel south and gently begin massaging the older girl's breasts. She glanced up to ensure that her girlfriend was still with her and saw her clear blue eyes were overtaken by extremely dilated pupils, giving her the encouragement she was after to slowly bring her other hand down to the spot where Chloe wanted her the most and began lightly teasing her by tracing circles just above her destination.
The Bellas captain was sure that this was some kind of sensory overload. She was no stranger to good sex but in that moment she was sure she'd never been so turned on in her life and Beca hadn't even touched her yet for God's sake. The gentle teasing from the other girl elicited a chorus of moans and breathy gasps from her mouth as the anticipation built up inside her. She reached for her girlfriend's waist to pull her closer and eliminate the minute amount of space that still existed between them.
And just like that, Chloe was brought back to reality when her sudden touch caused Beca to flinch harshly; both of her hands stilled and her dark blue eyes flew open, as if she needed to confirm that it was actually her girlfriend touching her and not a ghost from a distant – or not so distant- past. The red head was thankful that the motion felt similar to a bucket of ice water being dumped on her because otherwise she wasn't sure she'd have been broken out of her lust filled haze.
Predictably, Beca seemed to notice that her action had caused a change in Chloe's demeanor and that made her even more anxious to hide the feelings that were eating her up inside. As if to prove a point, she gently grasped Chloe's hands and placed them back around her hips; she cut the other girl's impending words off with a bruising kiss and returned her hands to their suggestive positions.
"Beca," The older girl began, only to have her lips sealed once more.
"I'm serious Beca stop," she said firmly, turning her head slightly to the side to prevent the other girl from cutting her off again. The brunette seemed shocked to have received such a firm reaction from her girlfriend and climbed out of her lap, sitting back on the bed.
"Do you want to tell me what that was about?" she asked quietly.
For the first time since exiting the shower, the smaller girl met Chloe's eyes and the older girl fought to keep her reaction neutral. Her alluring dark blue orbs held fear and something else that she couldn't quite place. She allowed her own crystal blue eyes to wander down her girlfriend's body and examine the forming bruises that had no doubt upset her Beca.
"I just wanted to pretend for like, 5 minutes that I was a normal person having a normal night with my girlfriend but I guess that's just not in the cards for me," she huffed, clearly frustrated.
"Baby you don't have a single thing to prove, you know that right?" she questioned softly. She reached out slowly, making a show of keeping her hand in Beca's eye line so she'd see her movement coming, and clasped the younger girl's hand in her own.
"I know. I just wanted to feel hands on my body…that didn't hurt," she muttered the last part, the ending words no doubt inaudible.
"I'm sorry I didn't catch that?" she prodded softly.
"That didn't hurt," she spoke up, locking their gazes. "I wanted hands on my body that didn't hurt."
Every time Chloe thought for certain, her heart could not possible break apart any more for the girl that held her heart she's proven wrong. It's impossible to be frustrated or mad, or even disappointed with Beca when she's just trying to deal the best she can. This night in particular was a huge stride for Beca. With very little prompting from her, the alt girl had explained to Chloe why she'd done what she did and the feelings that triggered the reaction. She was opening up.
"Come here," she called softly.
The older girl felt her heart swell with pride when her girlfriend, without hesitation, crossed the distance between them and crawled, non-seductively this time, into her lap. A few months ago, even weeks ago, Beca would have been hesitant to trust her so completely and give in to that kind of touch. Even after she completely tarnished the other girl's ability to rely on her by shutting her out when she needed her the most, the brunette still considered her a safe place and that meant more to Chloe than she'd ever be able to put in words.
"We're going to figure this out Becs. You and me," she murmured, gently rubbing her hands up and down her girlfriend's bare arms. It was bizarre to consider they'd been in an almost identical position just minutes ago for much more…heated reasons and now Chloe's touch was completely comforting as opposed to sexual. It made the younger girl feel so confident in their relationship, that Chloe could transition so easily to be what she needed; it was something she'd never had before.
The two stayed just like that until Beca started to shiver from the air condition and traded in her towel for an oversized t shirt and underwear. When the brunette came back to bed, Chloe curled around her protectively, as if to keep her safe from all the world's troubles if only for the evening, and sang quietly until the smaller girl found herself unable to keep her eyes open any longer and allowed herself to be lulled to sleep.
SO I didn't have time to proof read this because I'm in the middle of the next chapter of Price but I couldn't keep that going until I got this chapter out of my head. Let me know what you think! /What you want to happen with Jesse. I'm still on the fence about whether Beca will go to the police or if she'll just let it go until things…escalate. Which would you prefer?