A/N: Sorry about the wait on this one. Work was crazy last week. Please accept this smut as my sincerest form of apology.

CHAPTER 9

I will not let go, 'til you tell me to (I'll Make Love to You)

Aubrey was right. The new Bellas had started off a mess and then quickly and substantially upped their game. But with regionals just around the corner, their progress had flat lined. When they started, Chloe had a lot of faith these girls could be whipped into shape, and believed the Barden Bellas would be better than ever. But she knew, as it stood, their performance was beyond weak. They'd be lucky to make it past regionals with their current act. Chloe honestly couldn't decide which was worse… Aubrey tossing her cookies on stage at nationals, or not making it to nationals at all.

But for the moment, Chloe Beale had other things on her mind… like the sounds coming from the mouth of the tiny brunette currently straddling her.

The redhead was seated on the loveseat in her dorm room. Beca was grinding her hips forcefully against Chloe's. After a stressful rehearsal, the two had come back to the room to unwind and had found themselves instantly thrust into a hot and heavy make-out session that Chloe was praying would turn into more. And soon.

Her hands held tight to Beca's hips as she vigorously kissed her girlfriend, their tongues sliding against each other in a passionate fury. Chloe sucked the girl's bottom lip between her own and gently bit down, easily pulling a groan from deep within the younger girl. Chloe hadn't been with Beca very long, but she was certain she would never tire of all the sounds she made when they were fooling around. She made a silent vow to discover every possible noise she could draw from Beca. The thought, in conjunction with Beca's tugging at the hem of her navy blue t-shirt, made Chloe herself moan.

The brunette broke their kiss and latched onto Chloe's pulse point, licking and biting and sucking as she snuck a hand beneath the t-shirt and pressed her palm against the redhead's stomach. Chloe whimpered. She felt Beca's lips curve into a smile against her neck and couldn't help but smile herself. She was certain the DJ was about to leave an incredibly noticeable mark on her neck, but she didn't care. God, I will never get sick of this…

Chloe craned her neck slightly to nip at Beca's earlobe, who sighed at the contact, allowing her head to fall back. Beca shifted her hips against Chloe's as the redhead gripped her breast before leaning forward and again capturing the younger girl's lips in her own.

They kissed for a long moment, until Chloe pulled away. Beca's eyes fluttered open and she looked into the heavy lidded blue ones before her. Beca cupped her hands around her girlfriend's chin, rubbing the pad of her right thumb against Chloe's cheekbone.

"Stand up," Chloe commanded breathlessly. Beca obliged, slowly raising herself from the redhead's lap. When she was on her feet, she shifted a bit awkwardly. "Turn around," Chloe demanded. Beca turned and Chloe stood, pulling Beca's hair to one side before placing a gentle kiss on her throat. Beca whined and Chloe wrapped an arm around Beca's hips, pushing her backwards so her body was flush against her own before devouring the shorter girl's neck. Her free hand gripped the DJ's collarbone, pulling her even closer. Beca raised an arm, grabbing a fistful of red hair and holding it tightly. Her other hand looped back to scratch at the side of Chloe's thigh. The taller girl moaned against her girlfriend's neck, which only made Beca further strengthen the grip on Chloe's hair as heat rushed to her center. Chloe's wet kisses stopped when Beca suddenly yanked her head back with a hiss, then released her hold on Chloe's body altogether.

Genuine concern flooded Chloe's voice as she said: "Becs… you okay?"

The DJ turned around slowly. When their eyes finally met, an almost inaudible gasp escaped Chloe. Beca's dark blue eyes looked almost black. Chloe noted something in them that almost resembled rage. And though she would be lying if she said it didn't frighten her, she also felt a unique rush of exhilaration she was certain she had never felt before. She was pretty sure she'd never been so turned on in her life.

"Get on the bed." Beca's voice was a harsh growl. She wasn't asking. Chloe marveled at how someone so small could sound so powerful and when she didn't immediately move, Beca snarled again. "I said, get on the bed. Now."

The older girl quickly made her way over and sat at the foot of the bed, leaning back slightly in anticipation of Beca joining her. But the only movement Beca made was to cross her arms over her chest.

"Take off your shirt." Chloe pulled the garment over her head and tossed it aside. "And your bra." She unhooked the bra and slid it off, allowing it to fall to the floor below her. "Now," Beca's voice was deeper than ever, "Turn around. On your hands and knees."

Chloe was shocked by this new confident, commanding Beca. I mean, sure, the brunette could be bossy, but this was different. She never heard the other girl speak like this before, in any context. And it was absolutely driving her crazy.

As soon as she turned, Beca was standing behind her, pulling her hips forcefully to crash Chloe's backside against her own hipbones. Beca leaned forward and gave a strong pull on Chloe's right nipple. Chloe stifled a cry. She felt Beca's clothed breasts against her bare back, desperately wishing for the feel of Beca's soft skin against hers. But she knew better than to ask the girl to remove her clothing now.

The brunette shifted back and gave Chloe's ass a loud smack which morphed into a strong squeeze. She pulled the older girl's shorts and panties from her. Then grabbed the outside of Chloe's thighs with both hands and leaned forward, breathing hoarsely against the redhead's core, who groaned in eager anticipation. But the DJ didn't move. She remained perfectly still. The redhead could feel Beca's breath against her, could hear each labored inhale and exhale. She shifted her hips backward, but Beca countered the movement. An almost childish whine escaped Chloe. She was certain whole minutes had passed, and she couldn't wait a second longer.

"Please," she begged.

Beca's tone shifted. It was kinder, and sounded more of spirited teasing than the cruel quality of earlier. "Please what?"

"I need you. Please." Chloe was growing desperate.

"Need me to…?"

"Goddamnit, Beca!"

Beca gave the other girl's folds a hasty lick. Chloe squealed, then gave a loud, frustrated groan when she realized Beca had pulled away again.

"So, what is it you need again?" came the playful voice once more.

"Shit. Please." Beca gave a harsh click of her tongue. "Please, babe. I need you to fuck me."

The brunette muttered a quick "Was that so hard?" as she plunged her tongue deep into Chloe, who cried out at the contact. Beca lapped at her girlfriend's center, enjoying every sound that escaped the redhead's mouth. Chloe panted heavily, rolling her hips rhythmically against the DJ's face. Beca pulled back, replacing her mouth with the thrust of two strong fingers, before situating herself on the bed, each knee on either side of Chloe's. She slid her free arm across Chloe's stomach, brushing a taut nipple before grabbing hold of the base of her neck to pull her up to her knees.

Chloe gasped as Beca began nibbling at her neck while continuing her pulsing thrusts. Chloe was frightfully close to the edge now and wanted to tell Beca, but all she could manage was a whimper as she wrapped an arm around the back of Beca's shoulders. Beca must have gotten the message because she lifted her thumb to rub circles against Chloe's clit while wildly vibrating the two fingers inside her.

She breathed heavily against Chloe's earlobe. "Come on, baby. Come for me," she husked.

And almost exactly on command, Chloe's body began to shake and she released the guttural moan Beca had come to know so well. Chloe's fingers gripped tightly to the back of Beca's neck, nails digging into soft flesh.

"Fuckkkk," Chloe rasped, falling forward onto the bed, catching herself with her elbows, as Beca gently stroked her still quivering walls. Chloe tried to catch her breath, but just as her body would start to relax, Beca would press into her once more.

"You're killing me," Chloe hissed. "You," another intake of breath as Beca rolled a thumb against her, "have to let me come down."

Beca chuckled, almost fiendishly. "And miss your squirming? Never."

But Chloe edged forward, pulling herself off the other girl, who remained still, allowing Chloe to collapse on her back with a large sigh. Beca leaned down and kissed Chloe's forehead, then fell to her side, entwining one leg with Chloe's and draping an arm across the older girl's chest.

"Fuck, Beca. That was amazing." The brunette smiled against her girlfriend's shoulder.

From the far corner of the room came the familiar sound of Chloe's ringtone, the chorus of Madonna's 'Like a Prayer.' It was no secret that Chloe was the most prepared Bella to rock a "Ladies of the 80s" category in a riff off.

Chloe apologized as she removed Beca's arm and pulled on a clean pair of panties and t-shirt before crossing to the phone in her purse by the door.

"Hey, Bree." Chloe still hadn't quite caught her breath, and it didn't go unnoticed.

"Are you kidding me, Chlo? You two are fucking insatiable!"

Chloe laughed, turning to wink at Beca, "What can I say? Being around her just does things to me." Beca pulled a pillow dramatically over her face with a loud, disgusted grunt. "Hush you," Chloe whispered to her.

"Well, get your head in the game, girl. We've got aca-business. We're gunna lose at regionals. We suck. What are we gunna do?"

For the umpteenth time, Chloe offered the obvious suggestion. "I think Beca's right, Aubrey. We've gotta do—"

"Chloe! I don't want to hear this again! You're only siding with her because she's fucking you." Chloe sighed into the phone loudly. "There's nothing wrong with the number. It's these aca-bitches. They're just not cutting it."

Chloe took a deep breath, doing her best to keep her voice calm but also firm. "Couldn't you just listen to Beca's thoughts? I think it's time for a change. We've gotta try something new, something different."

But Aubrey wasn't having it. "Jesus, you always do this! You start seeing someone new and suddenly whatever they think is what you think. Here's a novel idea, Chloe. How about you try and have one goddamn original thought?!"

Aubrey's words stung the way only a best friend's cruel words could. Because, of course, Aubrey knew Chloe better than anyone. And that meant that the insult was laced with some amount of truth. And Chloe knew it. In the past, Chloe had been a bit of a chameleon, adopting aspects of her former partners' personalities, likes and dislikes. And it absolutely wasn't healthy. And Chloe wouldn't argue that it was. But that wasn't what was happening here. Aubrey was just wrong. It was really that simple. If the Barden Bellas were going to make it to Nationals, they'd have to spice things up, at least a little. Beca knew it, Chloe knew it, hell all the Bellas probably knew it. …So why didn't Chloe just say that?

"So what do we suggest we do then? Beat everyone until they sing better?"

"We need to rehearse. More. A lot more."

"Aubrey, think about this. I—"

"Just fix the schedule and send it out. I don't want these girls doing anything but singing." And with that, Aubrey hung up. Chloe stood for a long moment, staring at the phone, mouth agape. Beca's voice snapped her out of it.

"Why do you let her talk to you like that?"

Chloe turned to face Beca. "Like what?"

"Like all of your thoughts are worthless."

Chloe sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at her hands, which were pressed firmly between her knees. "It's not like that," Chloe started. "I mean, she's… She's my best friend, Beca."

"With friends like those, who needs enemies?" came Beca's quick and sarcastic response.

"Listen, Bec. We've been through a lot together, okay? You just got here, remember? This isn't her. She's just- really… she just doesn't want to be the laughing stock of collegiate a capella. Again."

Beca sat up. She's was starting to get angry, and her words came out a lot harsher than she intended. "Aren't you two co-captains? Don't you have any say in what goes on with the group?"

"I—yes, of course I do. I mean, it's just—" Chloe paused. She knew Beca was right, but she also knew where the blonde was coming from. Aubrey put way too much pressure on herself, something she had learned from her verbally abusive father. "Can we just, like, not talk about this right now?"

"Fine. Whatever." Beca held both her hands up in mock surrender. Chloe could tell the DJ was pissed. "I have to go anyway," she said, scooching off Chloe's bed.

"Beca, wait—"

"No, it's cool. Really," the brunette said, backing up slowly toward the door. "I just told Jesse that I'd, uh, help him with a thing."

"Please don't go," Chloe practically begged, her eyes beginning to glisten with tears threatening to spill over.

"I—" Beca froze, her back up against the door. "I…" she twisted the knob behind her. "I, uh, I'm really sorry. But I told Jesse I'd meet him. I'll text you later, okay?"

Chloe looked down at the floor, finding her composure before looking back to her girlfriend. "Yeah. Okay."

"Cool."

And with that, Beca was gone. Chloe fell back onto the bed, covering her face with both hands, her frustrated cry filling the now empty room.

A/N: Alright, we're back on track. More to come next Tuesday! Reviews are cool things that let me know what you guys are thinking of this story so far... ;)