Okay so here it is. This took me a while, because I wasn't sure how to end it to be honest. There will be a short epilogue though, due to demand, just to tie up some stuff.
Siriuslyblacked: EPILOGE AND MORE. TOO GOOD. Want more. I'm greedy yes but any more of your writing and portrayal of characters YES... you don't say no to more cheese when they ask? Or more booze when someone offers? NO! You say lay it on me!
That is some profound shit. The booze part of that really spoke to me my friend... and for this comment alone I'd do an epilogue.
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"Back to my place then?" Chloe suggested with a shrug, taking a much needed step back from Beca (before they ended up doing it in the middle of the courtyard).
"I guess," Beca agreed, looking anywhere but at the red head as she willed her body to stay cool. "What about Aubrey though?" She added as an afterthought.
"Are you kidding?" Chloe snorted. "She's either getting torn apart by questions or she's helping them plot how to reunite us."
"That sounds about right I suppose," Beca nodded.
"So mine it is," Chloe finished with a smile. "Let's go then."
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"So uh… what now?" Fat Amy mused aloud, looking around at her fellow Bellas and being happy to see they all looked as dumbfounded as she felt.
"Do we like… plot to reunite them?" Cynthia tried, figuring that spit balling ideas was the only way to go at this point.
"Does that look like a plot can save it," Aubrey replied.
"I'm still not even sure what that was," Stacie dead panned, still staring at where the two woman had gone.
"Shocker," Amy snorted, earning her a glare from the dark haired woman.
"I didn't mean in general," Stacie snapped. "I meant like… we serenaded Chloe… like… it was a really magical moment… how the hell didn't it work?"
"Beca must have really fucked up," Cynthia agreed.
"They're so perfect for each other though," Jessica commented quietly, her words earning a nod of agreement from the group.
"Well that settles it then," Stacie surmised. "We can't let it end here… we have to do something."
"Oh, sounds like fun," Amy agreed, her eyes lighting up at the thought of an intervention of any sort.
"Ladies, are we sure this is what's best?" Aubrey sighed, not liking the way her friends were practically frothing at the mouth at the notion of interfering in Beca and Chloe's love lives.
"You can sit it out if you really want to," Amy suggested, already knowing what her captains response to that would be. "We however, are going to go to a café, get some food, plot a little, then spring into action."
"I just don't think…" Aubrey started, trying her best not to let her stance falter.
"Suit yourself Aubrey," Cynthia called over her shoulder as the Bellas each began to walk away.
"Oh shit," the blonde growled, her resolve almost instantly breaking as her teammates left her side. "Fine, whatever, I'll help… just know I don't agree with this… like at all."
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"So…" Beca puffed out awkwardly, standing in the centre of Chloe's dorm rocking ever so slightly on her feet.
"Jesus Beca sit down," Chloe snorted, watching as the younger woman literally shook with nerves. "I'm not going to knife you," she added teasingly, deciding to lead by example as she sat on the edge of her bed.
"Right… right sorry, cool…" Beca nodded, walking over and sitting at the far end, her feet now bouncing, causing the entire room to shake (easy knowing these dorms were built a while ago).
"I need you to be calm Beca… calm," Chloe soothed, scooting over in the bed until she was able to place a comforting hand on the brunettes knee, causing the jumping to stop almost instantly. "You want some tea or something?" She added with a gentle smile.
"You have the means to do that?" Beca shot her eyebrow up.
"Kettle on the floor," Chloe informed her, pointing to the object half hidden behind books. "Teabags… somewhere, I'm sure I could get them. Water and sugar somewhere in the vicinity as well, and uh… cups are… probably somewhere," she summed up with an unsure nod.
"And milk?" Beca added, trying not to laugh.
"Dammit Beca this isn't the Ritz," Chloe shot back teasingly.
"I can tell," Beca agreed. "You know what, I'm good for tea funnily enough… let's just… let's just talk."
"Sounds like a plan," Chloe agreed hastily (because it'd have been awkward if she'd had to go fishing through the bin for two tea cups). "Anyway, yea… we should talk," she continued, the entire reason they'd come her in the first place suddenly wandering back into her mind.
"That was the plan alright," Beca agreed, bracing herself for what was to come.
"I just… yea… I mean my dad and I… we never got on the best, but just… at the heart of it all I know he always wanted what was best for me," she began, looking away from Beca as she spoke, probably trying to keep some of the emotion to herself. "And just… I don't think he though the possibility of me ending up with a woman was what was best for me…"
"It doesn't condone what he done Chlo'," Beca pointed out, surprised at herself for speaking up.
"I know…" Chloe nodded. "I never said it did, because it never will. Though knowing that… deep down in a weird way it's what helped me compartmentalize it, and like, not go crazy when everyone else just seemed to forget it happened."
Chloe was by this point fidgeting so much Beca felt compelled to return the favour and calm her down. She reached out a hand to calm Chloe's shaking palms, covering them in her own and squeezing gently.
"You're brave," Beca remarked, her voice oddly quiet (though it felt fitting for the situation so she decided to go for it).
"You're corny," Chloe retorted, smiling bashfully at Beca's comment.
"You're ruining the atmosphere," Beca shot back, rolling her eyes playfully. "And I'm pretty sure that's my job."
"Atmosphere?" Chloe snorted. "Pray tell?"
"You know… you were sharing an intimate moment from your past and I was comforting you," Beca huffed.
"Oh there so was not an "intimate" atmosphere in the room." This time it was Chloe's turn to roll her eyes.
"Yes there was," Beca insisted (stubborn as ever).
"There was not you drama queen," Chloe laughed.
"Yes there was, because I was debating whether to kiss you or to tell you how brave you were," Beca blurted, being lost in her desire to win the argument so much so that she momentarily lost track of what exactly it was she was saying.
Now if this were a film of some sort (well first of all Beca would be bored, and completely lost as far as the plot line went), this would be the part where Chloe would ask her something silly like "what's stopping you?".
Thank god though, this was real life (because god only knows how awkward Beca would have become if she'd been forced to sit through dialogue on kissing… she'd probably have self-combusted).
Instead it was a lot more straight forward. Chloe just leaned forward and kissed her.
Just like that.
Their lips met and all that metaphorical shit happened. Fireworks. Electricity running through them. Their soft lips clashed together and what felt like a lifetime of sexual frustration being unleashed, all in the one kiss (the pair were lucky some kind of nuclear explosion hadn't occurred).
Chloe could feel Beca smiling into her lips, and she couldn't help but mimic this, her own joy that it was finally, finally, happening all but consuming her. She felt Beca's hands move to cradle the back of her neck and pull her closer, and she swore in that second she was floating. Again, when she placed her hands on Beca's sides and felt Beca scoot closer she was fit to implode with the rush of adrenaline that spilt through her.
"Oh…" Beca whispered when they finally split apart, her eyes wide when she re-opened them. "Oh wow," she clarified, more to herself than to the woman beside her.
"Just thought I'd prove that kissing would've been the best of the two options there," Chloe explained, looking similarly shell shocked that she'd just kissed Beca.
"Mhm… concur. I concur," Beca nodded, licking her lips and tasting the strawberry of Chloe's lip balm.
"I should hope so," Chloe smiled, pressing their foreheads together and taking both Beca's hands in her own as the brunette slid them down from Chloe's neck. "After everything that's happened I should damn well hope so."
"Again…" Beca replied, as if just realizing they hadn't instantly resumed kissing.
"Again," Chloe agreed, tilting her head to capture the brunette's lips.
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"So we're agreed then?" Fat Amy questioned just once more to make sure, as the group travelled in army like formation across the quad towards the dorms.
"Oh we're agreed," Aubrey nodded. "We're sure as hell agreed."
"Okay then… break!" Amy called (because all of a sudden the quad was far too noisy or the Bellas to hear her if she spoke in a normal register).
Her shrill tone seemed to work however. The group seamlessly split in two, Aubrey, Fat Amy, Cynthia and Stacie going one way, with Jessica, Ashley, Lily and Denise heading off in the opposite direction.
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"Again," Beca groaned, her breathing laboured as Chloe straddled her, her denim blue eyes darker, and fogged over with desire (which in itself was enough to have Beca groaning really).
"Again." Chloe placed the word onto Beca's lips as she once again closed the distance between them, nipping softly at Beca's bottom lip and sucking it gently into her mouth.
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"Okay, so once more over the plan?" Cynthia Rose demanded, standing huddled with Aubrey, Stacie and Amy.
"We reunite them," Stacie dead panned, her comment earning her a nod of heads from the other three.
"And how do we do that?" Cynthia prompted.
"Without too much difficulty, hopefully," Fat Amy snorted.
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"Chloe… I…" Beca couldn't finish the sentence.
At any second she was convinced her body was going to catch fire. Every cell was screaming at her, each one wanting in on the action, each one insisting she pin Chloe to the bed and fulfil every dark and dirty fantasy that'd been cumulating in her mind for… well, forever.
"Are you sure?" Maybe it was their proximity, or maybe it was something to do with that electricity they'd shared earlier, but Chloe knew exactly what Beca wanted.
"Mhm…" That was it; the closest Beca was going to get to a sentence right now.
"Good…" Chloe grinned, her pearl white teeth gleaming as they loomed closer and closer to Beca's face. "Kissing was getting kind of boring."
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"Three…" Aubrey placed her hand on the door knob as Cynthia proceeded with the countdown. "Two…" They weren't quite sure what the countdown was for when all they were expecting was a crying Chloe, but Amy had insisted on the tension so they complied. "One…"
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"Ohmyg…" Beca whimpered, careful to keep her voice low for fear other dorms would hear would hear.
"Shh," Chloe smiled, her free hand pressing a finger into Beca's lips to silence her. "Anal retentive neighbours," she added; her smile growing as she watched Beca's face silently contort in pleasure.
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The doorknob turned and all at once the four women came stumbling into the room. Their automatic instinct was to look to Chloe's bed, expecting a distraught (or at least mildly upset) red head sitting, contemplating the fact she'd just lost the love of her life.
They didn't though.
In fact the bed was empty, and it was Aubrey that was first to realize why.
"Oh sweet divine aca-lord of all that is good and holy, no! No. No!" Her shrill screeching probably woke the dead, not that she cared in that instant.
"Oh my…" Cynthia breathed out, eyes going wide at the site before her.
"No way!" Fat Amy gapped, her face a mixture of pleasure and shock.
"Wow…" Stacie seemed more appreciative than shocked, but that was to be expected.
"Hey guys…" Chloe greeted, looking up bashfully from where she rested her head against Beca's collarbone.
"Sup…" Beca nodded, her hand casually draped over Chloe's shoulder.
"My bed." Aubrey's voice was hoarse and dry when she spoke, her eyes looking dead in her head.
"Yea… Bree it was uh… it was the first one we landed in," Chloe tried to explain, looking awkwardly at her best friend as she lay quite comfortably under the sheets of the blonde's bed.
"We'll change the sheets though?" Beca offered awkwardly as means of resolution.
"I want…" Aubrey paused, clearing her throat before she continued. "I'm going for a walk. You both need to have that bed stripped when I get back… stripped… like your bare asses currently touching my sheet," she trailed off towards the end, seeming lost as to what had just happened as she stepped back out of the room.
"I think we broke her…" Beca whispered dramatically, watching as the blonde went.
"Never mind that!" Amy all but screamed. "You two. Sex. Aubrey's bed. Details please?"
"Yea, don't you hate one another and never want to talk to one another again?" Stacie questioned.
"Not quite…" Chloe laughed. "We just weren't in the mood for a Q and A… no offence," she explained.
"And yea… for the record, we had sex in Chloe's bed…" Beca added, feeling it necessary to mention. "Like ten minutes before you guys got here."
"Beca's just evil, and a very bad influence, and wanted to emotionally scar Aubrey for life," Chloe added.
"She shouts at me all the time…" Beca defended weakly.
"But you two are… together? A Couple? An item? The ying to the others yang? One another's lobsters?" Cynthia tried to clarify.
"Yes," Chloe nodded, looking down at the woman she was lying on, who shot her a shy smile. "After much deliberation, and even more sexual tension, we're finally all of those things."