Tom's hands were soft and soapy as they ran down Chloe's naked sides. The hot water was running over both of them as their lips met in small, short kisses. Chloe slid her hands up Tom's smooth back, her nails scraping slightly, Tom's tongue begging entrance into her mouth. The boy groaned lightly as their kiss deepened, his hands running over Chloe's shoulders. Chloe wasn't really concentrating, just going through the motions of kissing, touching, and being with someone.

Chloe couldn't help but think of Beca. It was hard not to; the alt girl had been on her mind since the activities fair. She had had her fair share of filthy dreams and lady jam times while thinking of Beca and it was driving her crazy. That was the only reason she was hooking up with Tom, because he was the only male she'd ever hook up with. That, and it trampled on the memory of Shay, somewhat.

Again, Tom moaned softly, his hands dropping to stroke Chloe's outer thighs, trying to coax some more action from the redhead.

"Shoot me down, but I wont fall. I am titanium..." Chloe froze as she heard the voice that was somewhat familiar. The song lyrics were defiantly familiar though. David Guetta's Titanium, her lady jam song, was bouncing around the walls of the shower room, sung by a voice that was sending shivers down her spine. Tom leant back and eyed Chloe, who stood extremely still, listening intently to what was now humming rather than singing.

"Chlo-"

"Shhhh!" Chloe hissed at Tom, wishing that the boy was not in the shower stall with her or anywhere near her. She wanted to enjoy the voice that sang, well now hummed, her favourite lady jam song. She felt a little naughty because of her desire she felt to touch herself while the unknown person sang to themselves. And sing they did.

"I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose. Fire away, fire away. Ricochet, you take your aim. Fire away, fire away..." Chloe heard the water start at the far end of the room and before she realized where she was going, she was outside the shower stall, butt naked, pulling back the curtain. She was met by the site of Beca Mitchell, just as naked, her back to Chloe, singing at full force.

"You can sing!" Chloe said with great enthusiasm, scaring the living daylights out of Beca. The smaller girl spun around.

"DUDE!" She screeched, grabbing at the shower curtain and failing miserably to cover herself with it as Chloe pulled it back again, stepping into Beca's shower cubicle with her.

"How high does your belt go?" Chloe questioned, leaning towards Beca who was still trying to cover her naked form with her sponge.

"My what?" the smaller, somewhat confused girl asked. "Oh my god!" Beca literaly whimpered as Chloe lent towards her, reaching past her to flick the hot water off. Beca backed into the corner, fear painting her face as the naked redhead continued to question her.

"You have to audition for the Bellas," Chloe insisted, yet again, as Beca tried to keep her eyes on Chloe's face.

She's naked. She naked. Oh my god, she's so naked and hot and I want to lick her everywhere, Chloe's thoughts were not the most pure, nor the most Bella focused right at the moment. She couldn't help but rake her eyes all over the brunette: from the lines of her jaw to her collar bones and from the splash of colour on her shoulder from the tattoo residing there to the dragon fly on her right forearm. She was pretty sure she had even caught sight of some script tattoo on her firm, smooth nude back.

"I can't concentrate on anything you're saying until you cover your junk," Beca mumbled, still trying to cover herself in vain. Chloe smirked, she had noticed Beca's eyes flick up and down her moments ago, but chose not to comment on it to not make the smaller girl any more uncomfortable. Now Beca was trying to find something interesting on the roof, it seemed, as she tore her eyes away from Chloe and stared upwards wildly.

"Just consider it."

Don't look down. Don't look down. Oh god, oh god! She's so naked and, oh god, she's leaning closer. Oh god, oh god. Oh god!

Beca's mind raced as Chloe continued to talk to her, flaunting all her nakedness, quite confidently, in Beca's shower stall. Beca, on the other hand, was trying to look anywhere but Chloe's chest region. She had gotten a good look of the redhead's breasts and, in all honesty, Beca wanted to stare at them, touch them, lick them... Oh god, stop it Beca! She was driving herself nuts and not really listening to a word the other girl was saying. Something about Prince and a tiny butt, but Beca was too busy trying to grab the shower curtain again. Just as she succeeded in grabbing it, she knocked her shampoo bottle flying to the ground, smacking herself hard on the toe with it.

"Oops!" Chloe cried in surprise, jumping back as Beca dove to the ground for it, her hand brushing Chloe's naked leg slightly. Even that one stupidly innocent touch made Beca's hands burn to touch more of Chloe.

"Seriously, Chloe. This isn't the best of times. I am nude!" Beca had turned away now, realising it was better to show Chloe her ass, than her fully naked front.

But, still, the redhead didn't leave.

"You were singing Titanium, right?"

"You know David Guetta?" Beca asked, somewhat shocked.

"Have I been living under a rock? Yeah!" Chloe shot back, a grin spreading across her beautiful face. "That song is my jam... My lady jam." Beca swallowed dryly and looked away. "That song really builds, hmm."

"Gross," Beca muttered, yet her imagination was running wild with that information.

"Can you sing it for me?"

"Dude! No! Get out!" She finally said it. After a good 10 minutes of being naked in front of Chloe, Beca finally told her to get out.

"Not for that reason." Chloe laughed softly. "I'm not leaving here till you sing... So..." The redhead trailed off, leaning against the tiled wall slightly, arms crossed under her naked chest, pushing them up ever so slightly. Beca licked her suddenly dry lips.

"Fine!" Beca cried out in desperation and began singing Titanium right from where she had been interrupted. Chloe watched with awe and began to sing with her. Their harmonizing was near perfect. Their voices melted together, their bodies drawing closer, the words flowed through together, dancing in the harmony. That is, until Beca squeaked and realised Chloe's hand was gliding up her bare hip, tracing the curve that her body naturally made. She stopped singing and met Chloe's intense icy blue eyes, the breath in her throat catching.

"I... I still need to shower," Beca muttered and Chloe's hand was gone as fast as it came. It was almost as though Beca's skin had become electrified and Chloe couldn't bare to touch it any more.

"Oh yeah, see you at auditions," the redhead called over her shoulder as she stalked away.