Chloe and Jesse dominate the conversation for the entire ride back to the hotel, but Beca doesn't mind. She sits crooked in the front seat, leaning against the door, and watching both of them as they animatedly discuss and debate "the wonderfulness of vinyl," as Jesse had so awkwardly put it. Chloe was all for the warmth that vinyl brought to music, but wasn't a fan of its lack of portability. Jesse argued that the lack of portability was part of its charm; that vinyl forced you to actively listen instead of letting music become a backing track.
(Beca had never thought of it like that, but he had a good point.)
The discussion lasts until they hit their hotel room doors, at which point, Jesse begs off.
"Aww, you're not gonna hang out? Party pooper," Chloe teases.
"Nah, someone's gotta get up and drive us home in the morning. Don't you crazy kids stay up too late," Jesse says directly at Beca, throwing her a wink.
"Guess it's just you and me, then," Chloe says, sliding the key card in her door and holding it open for Beca. "You wanna order some take out?"
As if on cue, Beca's stomach growls and they both laugh. "Guess that's a yes."
They browse Yelp on Chloe's phone and finally decide on a local pizza place down the street because it's the only thing open at this hour with a half-decent rating. Chloe kicks off their shoes and takes a seat on the bed, sighing happily as she sinks against the pillows.
"God it feels good to relax," she says, stretching out like a cat. Beca can't seem to force her eyes away from the curves of Chloe's body, so she stays perched on the edge of the bed, posture tense. "C'mon, I promise I won't bite."
Chloe sits up to grab Beca's wrist and Beca nearly jumps at the jolt of energy she feels when Chloe's fingers brush her skin. She gives in, letting Chloe pull her back toward the top of the bed, and she can't deny it does feel good to relax.
They lie in silence together, Beca's brain in overdrive, thinking about the girl next to her. She turns her head, letting her eyes sweep over Chloe's body, and catches sight of the small ladybug tattooed on her wrist. Before she can think to stop herself, she reaches out, running her finger over the small patch of skin. Chloe doesn't jump at the sudden contact, just opens her eyes and smiles at Beca.
"Do you have any more?"
Chloe shakes her head. "You?"
"Several. They're just hiding under the hoodie," Beca says. She realizes she's still touching Chloe and pulls back. "It's so delicate."
"Yeah," Chloe says with a nod. "I wanted something girly but not generic."
"I like it."
Chloe smiles shyly, biting her bottom lip. "So tell me about the art thing. How long have you been doing it?"
-xxx-
Their conversation runs the gamut of topics, from family to favorites to random facts. Beca talks about her family back in Portland, specifically her "brother," Luke, who's been her best friend for forever (and thus considered a part of the family); and Chloe talks about New York, her friends and family, and starting the band. It's through this conversation that she finds out that Jesse was right about the ring (sort of). Chloe had been engaged for two years, but recently broke it off - "For a lot of reasons," she said, but didn't elaborate - and she decided to keep wearing the ring on tour because it really did eliminate a lot of the lame pick up lines.
As they laugh and joke, Beca finds it hard to believe they've known each other mere hours. She typically takes awhile to warm up to people, and even then, they hardly get to see this side of her. (And she'd never admit it to Jesse, of course, but she has a total crush on Chloe.) They're laying there in silence, rolled on their sides and propped up on their elbows, posing a mirror image. She feels strangely exposed, lying here next to Chloe, spilling details of her personal life, and that would normally have her running away screaming, yet there's no place she would rather be. There's something in Chloe's bright blue eyes that pierces her through; makes her feel comfortable despite the fact that they barely know one another.
Chloe stands from the bed and stretches, finally moving the long empty pizza box from between them.
"Ugh, I am still so stuffed," she says, grabbing a bottle of water from the mini fridge. "You want anything?"
"Nah, I'm good," Beca says and as Chloe falls back down on the bed next to her, Beca catches a glimpse of the clock. "Fuck!"
"What's wrong?" Chloe asks, panicked. She looks over at Beca, who is checking her phone in case the alarm clock on the nightstand is wrong. It isn't.
"It's 4:30 in the morning! Jesse is gonna kill me for waking him up when I go over there."
"So don't," Chloe says, and Beca looks at her quizzically. "Just stay here. The bed's big enough for two. I'll give you something to sleep in so you don't have to sleep in those jeans. Jesse knows where you are if he gets up first in the morning."
Beca's heart rate spikes at the thought of spending the night in Chloe's bed and she swallows past the lump in her throat, her mouth suddenly dry. "I can't," she tells the other girl "I... I don't wanna impose."
"Don't be silly," Chloe says, smiling at her her, and before Beca can come up with another excuse to say no, Chloe's up and rummaging through her suitcase for something that Beca can wear. She finds a shirt that's slightly long on her and a pair of yoga pants and tosses them Beca's way. "Here."
Beca rises from the bed, taking the clothes with her as she heads into the bathroom. Her hands shake as she unbuttons her jeans, sliding them down her slender legs before stepping into the soft cotton pants that she assumes are probably meant to be pants on a normal sized human, but nearly reach the ground for her. She unbuttons her vest and tugs her shirt over her head, dropping it into the same pile with her jeans. The dark grey shirt she slides on is so soft and worn, Beca feels like she's wearing nothing. She checks it out in the mirror and finds it's an old Flyaways shirt; seemingly the first shirt they ever made, considering how worn it was.
Beca splashes her face with cool water in an attempt to minimize the blush on her cheeks and folds her clothes into a neat pile. She takes one more look in the mirror before stepping out of the bathroom, her emotions clearly displayed on her face. "Get it together, Beca," she whispers under her breath, trying to get her nerves under control. She grips the edge of the counter and closes her eyes, counting to ten and taking a few deep breaths before shutting off the light and stepping out of the tiny room.
Chloe is already changed, wearing a very similar outfit, when Beca emerges. "Hey. Ready to try that sleep thing?" she asks, turning and smiling at Beca.
Beca nods and places her clothes on top of her shoes, which are still discarded by the foot of the bed. When she stands back up, Chloe is rightthere and Beca jumps slightly from the unexpected proximity. What happens next is sort of a blur, because all she knows is her lips are on Chloe's (she's not even sure who kissed who first), hands tangled in thick curls.
There's no time to process anything except for her knees hitting the back of the bed because Chloe's on top of her in an instant, kissingsuckingbiting at every inch of skin she can find, and their hands are everywhere as clothes get shucked to the side of the bed. Chloe's hips settle between Beca's own, pressing against her, and all Beca can think to do is arch her back and grind harder against her, her hands searching with more purpose until she's palming Chloe's breast, loving the way her nipples harden in her hand and the way Chloe squirms and moans when she tweaks a nipple.
When Beca thinks the feelings coursing through her body can't get more intense, Chloe proves her wrong with fingers slipping through warm folds, sliding over her clit, and she doesn't even try to the guttural moan that escapes her lips.
Chloe's lips attach to her breasts as she sucks and bites, and Beca's hand tangles in her hair, not wanting her to move. "Chloe, please, I..." she begs, unable to form actual words, but the other girl seemingly reads her mind and slips two fingers inside, thrusting deep and hard, and Beca feels like she's being pulled apart and put back together with every thrust. Her eyes slip closed as Chloe kisses her again, open mouthed and hungry, their tongues dueling and teeth clicking together. Chloe adds a third finger and Beca grabs at the sheets, twisting them in her fists. She's soclose yet so far and she feels like she might combust if Chloe doesn't make her come soon.
It's not long after that when Chloe's thumb presses against her clit, circling intently, and she's gone, her moans and a long drawn out fuckkkkkkkkk swallowed by Chloe's eager mouth. She grasps at Chloe's shoulders frenetically as she rides out the waves of her orgasm, unaware she could feel so much and so good during sex.
They break away from each other's mouths and Beca sucks in huge gulps of air as Chloe slips from inside her. She tilts Chloe's chin up to look at her, the want and need obvious even in the dim light of the hotel room.
"Beca," Chloe whispers, her voice a low breathy moan that jerks Beca into action. She finds the strength to flip them and latches her mouth to Chloe's skin, leaving tiny red marks on the sensitive skin of her neck and clavicle. Her hand slips between them, caressing pert breasts before dipping lower, and a brush of her thumb across Chloe's hipbone is all it takes to get her writhing beneath her. "Don't tease," she pleads, hot breath against Beca's ear.
Not wanting to disappoint, Beca presses against Chloe's clit, smirking against the slick skin of her neck when her hips buck into Beca's. She circles the over-sensitive bundle of nerves slowly, teasing until Chloe can take no more.
"Inside," she growls.
"Aggressive," Beca teases, biting down lightly on Chloe's shoulder as she thrusts inside, her breath hitching as her fingers are coated in Chloe's arousal. She moves her mouth to Chloe's breasts, swirling her tongue around a hardened peak before sucking it into her mouth. Chloe arches against her and she smiles before kissing a trail to the other breast.
"Oh God... B..." Chloe pants, pulling her up into a kiss. Beca twists her wrist, entering at a different angle, and Chloe's walls contract around her, moaning deep in her throat. She doesn't stop her movements until the last waves of Chloe's orgasms pass, wanting to draw out the moment as long as possible.
When she slips her fingers out, she collapses half on top of Chloe, face pressed into her neck, their sweat-slick skin sticking as their limbs tangle together. Beca presses gentle kisses to Chloe's neck, smiling as she feels the racing pulse beneath her lips. Chloe drapes the white sheet over them and they drift off without another word.
-xxx-
Beca wakes the next morning feeling lighter than she ever remembers feeling, a smile turning up the corners of her lips. Her muscles are sore in that pleasantly overworked way, and she opens her eyes slowly as she starts to stretch. When she finds her arm pinned, she turns her head, seeing red hair splayed out on her shoulders. Memories of the night before flood her brain and flip her panic switch.
Praying to god and anyone that will listen that Chloe won't wake up, she slips from the bed and throws on the shirt Chloe had given her the night before. She stumbles as she pulls on her jeans, but manages to get them up without too much of a fuss. As she steps into her shoes, she grabs her phone and does a once over, making she sure she doesn't forget anything. Sufficiently assured, she slips out the door, shutting it behind her silently.
Beca reaches in her back pocket, thankful she has a room key, and slips into her own room just as she feels the tears start to well up. "Jesse, c'mon," she hisses, nudging the boy that is sprawled out ridiculously on the bed.
"Huh? Wha... Beca!"
"We have to go! C'mon," Beca urges, tugging him up into a sitting position before gathering their thankfully already packed bags.
"Mmmm... waffles first."
"Jess..."
"You can't turn down free waffles," Jesse says, smiling. His smile turns into a smirk when he notices that it's morning and Beca just showed up. "Look at you and the walk of sha..." Jesse drops off when Beca turns to glare at her and she realizes there are tears streaking her face.
"I'll buy you some fucking waffles. Just get your ass to the car."
Jesse stands from the bed and pulls his shoes on, tossing his messenger bag over his shoulder. "Idiot check?"
"We've got it all. I checked before we left for the show."
They walk down to the elevator in silence, Beca trying furiously to wipe away the tears before anyone can see.
"What happened last night?" Jesse asks quietly as they wait for the car to reach their floor.
"I don't want to talk about it," Beca says, turning away, and Jesse has the good grace not to push it.