Chapter 2: Money Doesn't Solve Everything
Next morning:
Beca stirred in her bed, hoping to get comfortable and continue her sleep. She rolled over, arm going around what she presumed to be her second pillow. She pulled it closer, only to face some resistance.
Not a pillow.
At that realisation, her eyes shot open, instantly recognising the beautiful face sleeping an inch away from her's.
Her head's spinning, she looked down and noticed that both were missing their pants from the night before.
She peeked over the redhead to see, and hear, Amy collapsed on her own bed, fully dressed.
Beca settled back, a little relieved, keeping her hand on the girl's hip as she gathered her thoughts of what they did last night.
How much she drank.
How someone suggested they jump into the river.
How they got their jeans wet running into the cold water, only to scream and run back out.
How they came upstairs to change, only to…
Chloe stirred in her sleep, and scooted dangerously closer to Beca's warmth. Curled up over the bedsheets, arms pressed against her chest to stay warm. She was cold, where Beca was warm. Burning at the proximity this girl was comfortably lying next to her half naked.
The brunette could feel her chest contracting over her thumping heart. She feared it was loud enough to very well wake the redhead. She tried to steady her breathing, as her mind tried to focus once again to retrace what did happen last night.
They came upstairs hoping to get out of their wet clothes. She remembers helping Chloe out of hers, as the redhead struggled and whined. Chloe was on the floor, while Beca was tugging her jeans off laughing. Once they slipped off, Beca stumbled back a few steps and tossed them aside, unaware of Chloe's actions until she glanced down at the redhead unbuttoning her jeans. She stood still, smiling at how funny it was for her to watch the redhead shimmy her jeans off until she stepped out of them. The laughter stopped, and a pleased sigh escaped Beca's lips when Chloe placed a delicate kiss against her stomach. She could feel Chloe's lips smiling, as she proceeded kissing up, hands on either side of her, inching her shirt upwards, going to cup her-
"Bumper," Amy mumbled in her sleep.
Beca flinched, as if she could be caught mid thought. She returned to the girl in her bed. Still asleep.
Beca closed her eyes, once more retreating to her memories.
Chloe stood up infront of her. "I've never been with a girl before," the redhead admit with a confident smirk. Beca could only smile sheepishly. Chloe's hands were holding onto her ribs, stilling Beca as she tilted her head and captured the brunette's lips with her own. Beca instinctively closed her eyes, hand's moving to Chloe's hips, and returned the kiss. She tilted her head to accommodate for Chloe's mouth moving against hers. She felt her tongue brush against hers before the redhead bit her bottom lip and shoved Beca back onto her bed.
She fell easily, and admired the view of Chloe climbing over her.
Beca stilled her thoughts, the memory alone building something familiar inside of her. She looked over Chloe, realizing they fell asleep after making out, and nothing more. Her eyes fell to the faint mark on Chloe's neck. Maybe a little more, she couldn't help smile at the thought, and how Chloe had whined when Amy's return to the bedroom stilled their actions for the night, and Chloe wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to her and sleep.
Chloe stirred awake, eyes blinking, adjusting to the light until they focused on a smiling Beca. "Good morning," she whispered sleepily, nuzzling her head under beca's chin for warmth. Chloe had no problem being curled up to Beca, which Beca could only react to by hugging her closer.
"Good morning… hungover?" Beca asked, and Chloe shook her head no.
"Cold," she admit as she tucked her legs between Beca's, as if it's the most normal thing in the world. Because, Chloe is like that.
"Here," Beca reached an arm over to grab one half of the bed sheet and rolled it over them. "Better?"
Chloe nodded. "Thanks for helping me out of my wet jeans," she giggled making Beca blush. The redhead remembered, and here she was hoping to keep the entire thing a dirty little secret for herself.
"No problem," Beca mumbled embarrassed.
"You're not too bad a kisser either, Beca Mitchell," Chloe looked up at Beca now, challenging her to pretend she forgot their little episode.
"Thanks…" Beca couldn't look at Chloe, her face must have been glowing red at the compliment.
Chloe let it be and went back to nuzzling her head against Beca. "Jesse is a lucky guy," she mumbled, hoping to get a little more sleep.
Jesse. Beca frowned at this.
Aubrey woke up in an unfamiliar bed. Her head struggled to place the pieces from the puzzle that was last night. She rolled over, recognizing Stacie laying naked beside her, and instinctively pulled away from her. Her initial shock softened to a smile as she admired the girl. Her eyes looked around the room, falling onto a clock that put the fear back in her.
She was going to be late for work.
Shit.
She got out of bed, pulling on her clothes in hope to get home and change in time. Stacie shifted in her sleep, drawing Aubrey's attention back to her, before she left.
Her thoughts went wild as she rushed out of the bella's house, and started her car.
Was this a mistake? -No
Did she enjoy it? Did I? -Yes
Will she even remember? -I hope so
As she answered her own thoughts, she sighed more aware of her feelings for the beautiful brunette.
Stacie groaned, hands pressing down on her temple to dull the headache. She sat up for a minute, trying to remember what happened the previous night.
Aubrey.
The thought of the former captain having spent the night brought a smile to her face. The realization that said captain was nowhere to be found however...
Stacie struggled with the negative assertions that ran through her head. The tears formed in her eyes as she felt rejected. The headache didn't help, as she brought her knees up to rest her head against and sob at the realisation that, for once, she would have wanted her bedmate to stay longer than just the night.
As Beca and Chloe descended the stairs, fully dressed in Beca's clothes, they heard a whimpering coming from the redhead's room. They peeked inside, and at the sight of Stacie crying, both approached her to comfort the girl. Chloe instinctively drawing Stacie to cry against her shoulder, as Beca rubbed her back in hopes to soothe her.
"I-" Stacie hiccuped, trying to calm herself as she heard the kind words of support from her fellow Bellas. "I think, I slept with Aubrey." She managed without her voice breaking. That was until she had to continue, "and then she left." The tears spilled again as she cried her next words. "She doesn't want me."
Beca and Chloe exchange a shocked glance. They felt sorry for the girl, and hadn't an idea of what Aubrey was feeling either. This didn't seem like her though, Chloe speaking up first to console her. "Stacie, don't say that. She probably had stuff to do…"
Stacie didn't seem to buy Chloe's choice of justification, tears still streaming down her face..
The redhead gave Beca a look, asking for her help. "She wouldn't just leave you, Stacie," The brunette added.
Stacie struggled to pull herself together. This wasn't the first time she'd been left alone in bed after a night with someone, nor was she innocent of doing the exact same to others. She took in a deep breath and straightened up, choking down her feelings. "I want to believe you, but we know how Aubrey is." She put on a strong front, masking her emotions. "Thank you, I just need to be alone," she explained to the two girls.
They nodded understandingly, giving her a couple more hugs before giving her the room for now.
Beca waited for Chloe to shut the door to Stacie's room before letting a sigh escape her. "I definitely didn't expect that from Aubrey," She stated vaguely.
"I don't really know what to say…" Chloe didn't want to think about the worse. Not about her friend.