A/N: Not going to lie, I planned on having the first chapter as a one-shot and I wasn't going to write more, but I got inspired the other night and decided to write this. I can say there will be a few more chapters, it'll just take the right kind of motivation to do so! Thank you guys for reading!
Light shone through the window, hitting Beca directly in the face and inconveniently waking her up. She slowly opened her eyes, momentarily confused as to what was going on while also trying to figure out what time it was. She glanced down and found Chloe pressed against her side, her right arm peacefully laying across her chest and grasping her hip while her legs intertwined with Beca's. A small smile crept across Beca's face as she observed Chloe peacefully sleeping, her chest rising and falling slowly. She glanced around the room, trying to find her clock, when she noticed that Fat Amy wasn't passed out, drool collecting on her pillow. Props to Amy for actually having boundaries, I'll have to thank her later. Beca glanced down at the redhead again and gently kissed her forehead, receiving a playful smile in return.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Beca joked, gently stroking Chloe's arm. She placed another playful kiss on her cheek, lingering for a moment in an attempt to remind herself that this isn't another dream and that this is in fact happening.
"Mornin'," Chloe responded, opening her eyes and looking up to meet Beca's, her eyes twinkling with hope and promise.
"So like… did last night actually happen or am I in yet another dream where I wake up right before the good part happens?"
Chloe's eyebrows arched slightly, shooting Beca a curious glance. "Good part?"
Beca immediately blushed, annoyed at how open and vulnerable Chloe made her feel; how she was able to spill out all of her feelings with just one innocent glance from the gorgeous redhead.
"Please ignore what I just said and DO NOT overanalyze the context like you normally do." Beca pinched Chloe's arm teasingly, rendering a squeak from her mouth. "I just meant I can't think of a better way to wake up in the morning than with you by my side."
Chloe sat up and looked back at Beca, her eyes glimmering in the morning sunlight. She leaned in and gently kissed Beca's lips, smiling just enough so Beca could feel the sides of her mouth reaching up. She retreated slightly, holding eye contact with Beca.
"You know, for someone who claims she hates feelings and cheesy sayings, you've been full of them lately," Chloe teased, shooting a wink at Beca.
"You should probably choose your next words carefully, considering you're dangerously close to the edge of my bed and it would be such a shame if something were to happen…" Beca's voice trailed off, smirking at Chloe with an I-fucking-dare-you-to-test-me look.
Before Beca knew what was happening, Chloe lunged at her, throwing one leg over her stomach so she could efficiently straddle her. She then grabbed Beca's wrists and pinned them above her head, a mischievous smile spreading across her lips.
"What were you saying?" Chloe teased, placing small kisses on Beca's neck.
"Okay, that is not fair. You caught me off-guard and—"
A small moan escaped from Beca's mouth and interrupted her thoughts as Chloe began gently sucking on her collarbone, leaving a small mark in her path. Her hands continued to grip Beca's as she made her way up to her lips, pressing them together just lightly enough to cause Beca to lean forward in a desperate attempt to be closer. Chloe moved her head back, denying the brunette, and Beca's head fell back onto the bed in defeat, loudly sighing as she shot puppy-dog eyes to Chloe.
"Okay, first of all, only I'm allowed to give that look. And second of all, you're so cute when you're frustrated." Chloe released Beca's hands and kissed her cheek before getting up and dancing to the other side of the room where her phone was charging. Beca sat up and quietly watched the redhead mindlessly scroll through her Instagram feed. God, she is so beautiful. How can someone look this good this early while simultaneously rocking bedhead and day-old makeup? Beca's mind wandered, thinking about all the events that occurred the previous night, as she inspected Chloe's current outfit. It was quite simple really, as she was just wearing an oversized band t-shirt that she borrowed from Beca, along with a pair of black lance cheekster panties that managed to emphasis her ass in the best way possible.
"You didn't answer my previous question," Beca stated, still in a daze at just how beautiful this girl standing in front of her was.
"What?" Chloe responded, breaking her gaze from her phone screen momentarily and locking eyes with Beca.
"About this being a dream, because I'm pretty sure my time is almost up if that's the case and I'm going to have to leave this perfect fantasy early yet again."
"Beca Mitchell… are you saying I'm the girl of your dreams?" Chloe teased, laughing as she placed her phone back on the dresser.
"You. Are. The. Worst," Beca screamed, throwing her pillow at Chloe. She missed (because let's face it, being good at sports was not on the list of things Beca excelled at), instead knocking over the lamp that was purchased only a few days prior by Amy at a random thrift store in town. The lamp hit the floor with a thud, and while Beca was fixated on the lamp, Chloe ran towards her and threw herself on-top of her, belly-flopping and causing her to momentarily lose her breath.
"GET OFF OF ME, BEALE," Beca shrieked as she began to tickle Chloe's sides in an attempt to get an upper-hand on the redhead. Chloe's legs began to kick viciously as Beca continued to mercilessly tickle her, laughs pouring out of both of their mouths. They locked eyes, and Chloe leaned down for a kiss, messily pressing their lips together. Her teeth grazed Beca's bottom lip, biting softly, before inserting her tongue into her mouth. Beca grabbed Chloe's ass and squeezed it as their tongues clashed in each other's mouths, the only sound being involuntary moans that quietly escaped.
Chloe lifted up Beca's shirt slightly, exposing the skin near her stomach. She gently placed kisses near her hipbones, causing Beca's back to arch. Her hands swiftly caressed Beca's stomach before grazing the skin just above her underwear. Chloe shot her a lustful grin as she played with the fabric with her index finger, watching the brunette squirm under her touch.
"Like I said, you're the worst," Beca mumbled, trying hard to concentrate on anything else besides how incredibly sexy Chloe was when her eyes were filled with desire.
Chloe responded by pulling Beca's sheets back further, exposing the bottom half of Beca's body. She bent down and kissed the inside of Beca's thighs teasingly, smiling at the touch of Beca's skin on her mouth. As Chloe reached up towards Beca's stomach again, they heard a familiar voice suddenly speak, causing them both to freeze.
"You have GOT to be kidding me," Fat Amy yelled as she threw her hands up in the air.
"First off, why is my prized thrifting lamp on the floor? Pretty sure I put it on the dresser where we agreed NOTHING BAD WOULD HAPPEN. And second, I get that you're both attractive, but it's freaking 7 AM and I slept on the couch last night so you two could figure out what this is," she pointed a finger at the two, waving it back and forth, before disappearing back down the steps. "Also, mandatory Bella meeting in five minutes. Be there, preferably clothed, although I'm sure some people won't mind if you're not," she called behind her, laughing loudly.
The two stared at each other for a minute, embarrassment flooding both of their faces.
"I cannot believe Amy has managed to cock-block us two times in the matter of twelve hours," Beca sighed, obviously frustrated about the events that just unfolded.
"Also, aren't we co-captains of this dysfunctional group of nerds? How is there a meeting right now when neither of us called one?"
"It's Fat Amy, she does what she wants," Chloe replied, shrugging before collapsing on her stomach next to Beca.
Beca turned to face Chloe and extended her arm, fingertips dancing lightly across Chloe's back as she traced the words on her shirt. Chloe let out a sigh of approval, melting under Beca's touch.
"C'mon, let's go see what this meeting is all about before Fat Amy comes back up here with reinforcements."
Beca kissed the back of Chloe's neck before sitting up and rubbing her eyes in an attempt to get rid of the crust as Chloe lazily stretched her body, her limbs overlapping with Beca's. She let out a small moan as she ran her fingers through her hair, suddenly realizing just how tangled it had become in the past fifteen minutes.
"Okay, I absolutely cannot go in front of these girls looking like THIS. Do you see this knot?" Chloe held up a strand of hair in front of Beca's face, dangling it back and forth desperately.
"If I tell you that you look like Fat Amy the morning after her and Bumper hookup, would you be offended?" Beca teased, shoving the still-dangling hair out of her face as she got up and began searching for a pair of clean shorts she could throw on. She found a pair of black Nike's in the closet that didn't seem like they had been sitting there THAT long, and she grabbed a pair of gray sweatpants for Chloe. She heard the redhead ranting about how comparing her hair to Fat Amy's sex-hair was a little hurtful, when she finally emerged in the door frame of her closet, holding up the pair of sweats in her right hand.
"Also, please put some pants on- I do not want anyone to see you and think that they have a shot in hell with you." Beca walked over and handed the pants to Chloe, lightly pinching her elbow and laughing as she sat down next to her.
"It's fine; I'm really only into short brunette girls who wear ear monstrosities and mix music," Chloe stated with a smile, getting up and sliding her legs through the pants, noticing that they were a few inches too short and ended up riding above her ankles.
"You really couldn't have given me a bigger pair of pants?" Chloe joked, looking in the mirror and inspecting her outfit. "I look like I don't know how to dress myself."
"Maybe if you took the time to go back to your room last night and get a pair of clothes like I suggested, you wouldn't look like you bought your shirt from Big and Tall and your pants from Kids R Us." Beca got up and wrapped her arms around Chloe's waist, resting her head on her shoulder, kissing it gently.
"Well sue me for not wanting to spend more than thirty seconds away from you," Chloe jokingly replied, placing her hands on top of Beca's.
"ARE YOU GUYS READY OR WHAT?" Fat Amy's voice boomed through the house, echoing in all corridors. "WE'RE ALL WAITING FOR YOU. DON'T MAKE ME GET LILLY TO COME UP AND SEPARATE YOU TWO."
"Shit. We gotta go… now." Beca's eyes widened as she released her grip from Chloe, instantly missing the warmth and comfort she felt, and began to sprint toward the stairs.
"Wait!" Chloe called after Beca, causing her to look back for a brief moment, which in-turn made her run into the railing.
"Okay, there better be a good reason as to why you just made me run full-speed into this banister." Beca bent down and rubbed her knee, fighting back the urge to laugh at how ridiculous that sentence just sounded coming out of her mouth.
Chloe walked over and kissed the brunette on the cheek before pulling her up and wrapping one arm around her waist.
"Don't you dare walk into that room without me."
Chloe guided the two of them down the steps as best she could, struggling since Beca was putting on all of her dead-weight just to antagonize the redhead (partly to watch Chloe sweat and partly because she did not want to be up this early for a "family meeting," whatever that meant).
"You could help, you know," Chloe stated, finally reaching the bottom of the steps, bending over in an attempt to try and catch her breath. "You're small, but you're not that small, Mitchell. You really made me work for it." Chloe glanced up, laughing.
Beca noticed an ounce of hurt in Chloe's voice when that last sentence came out. She desperately searched the redhead's face for any sign as to what was going on. Finally (after some deep soul-searching and replaying the events that had unfolded the previous night), Beca understood that Chloe had another meaning in mind when she said she had to "work for her"; it was something more than just getting her ass down the steps in a timely fashion before they faced Fat Amy's wrath. It was as if all of Chloe's frustrations over the past three years were suddenly revealed in one simple moment, and Beca finally knew where she was coming from.
"I'm glad you worked for it." Beca smiled, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek. "Thanks for not giving up."
"It was definitely worth it," Chloe replied, standing up and cupping Beca's face with her hands. She leaned in and kissed her gently, smiling against her soft lips.
"Now let's go, because I'm pretty sure I hear Lilly running up the steps to come and retrieve us."
She grabbed Beca's hand and started down the hallway, her smile never leaving her face. She gently stoked Beca's hand with her thumb, thinking about how amazing it felt to finally be able to hold her like this. This was it; this is how it finally felt to be happy. And damn, does it feel good.
A/N: Thank you all for the support so far! Let me know what you guys think, and I hope you enjoyed!