A/N: THIS CHAPTER CHANGED THE RATING TO M! (*hint hint*) By all means, read on.

Chapter 3: Method Acting

The weeks that went by were a flurry of rehearsals and script readings. Chloe was taking this semester off so she could work on his film. They were able to rehearse a lot of their lines just the two of them. Some of their scenes had even already been shot. They were able to work on some of the choreography, particularly in the later parts of the film in the small dance studio they had in their house. Chloe insisted they put one in when they bought the house. It really was just an empty room with a sound system and a mirror on one side. It was only fair, as Beca reasoned, because she got her own little office that was mostly used for making her mixes on her free time. It wasn't always this way, they had their own struggles for years, but needless to say that with Beca's career just on its own they now had no financial struggles. Combined with what Chloe made, and they were pretty comfortable.

Chloe had gotten out of rehearsals about an hour ago, while Beca had stayed behind to meet with the director. Chloe had jumped in the shower to wash the rehearsal sweat off her. She still had one of their songs, a new Beca Mitchell original mashup, stuck in her head and started to sing it to herself. Getting really into the song she didn't even hear the door open, or one particular brunette strip and appear behind her, grinning.

"You can sing!"

"Jesus, Becs!" Chloe shrieked.

"How high does your belt go?" She reached around Chloe, shutting off the water.

"Oh my God Beca. You almost gave me a heart attack." She put her hand over her chest, trying to calm her racing heart as she scowled at the brunette standing across from her.

"I can't concentrate on anything you're saying until you cover your junk." Beca chuckled and winked, giving her wife a thorough look down before she broke out of the memories from that day. "Anyways, you didn't seem to be that concerned about not giving me a heart attack. Once upon a time."

Even though, as Beca told Chloe many times she "had it memorized", the sight of her wife would never cease to take her breath away. The sight of her naked? That would never cease to do... other things to her.

"I'm not going to live that down ever, am I?" Chloe groaned as Beca shook her head. "Are you denying that singing with me in the shower was an altogether good experience? Maybe I SHOULD cover up my junk." Chloe teased.

"Don't you dare." Beca pushed her lips against Chloe, starting what she had originally come into the shower for. Chloe hummed contentedly through the kiss, tangled her hands in Beca's hair, loosing herself in the feeling of Beca's lips moving against hers. She realized that she was cold from being naked and wet in the shower, the air around her getting colder as the steam started to dissipate, and she lost the jolt of adrenaline from her fright. When she began to shiver, Beca leaned forward and turned the shower back on without breaking the kiss.

A few minutes passed as their gentle and passionate making out turned more heated, particularly when Chloe slid her tongue into Beca's mouth. Chloe slid her hands down her back and Beca grabbed her shoulders and abruptly pushed her into the wall of the shower.

"God." Chloe whispered breathlessly, throwing her head back as Beca started to move her kisses down her throat until she got to her neck. Her hands roamed Chloe's sides and stomach. Beca moaned as she ran her fingers along her wife's rock hard abs. "As much as I-I love how things turned out eventually, this would have been" Chloe gasped as Beca hit an exceptionally sensitive spot on her neck. "much better if the original shower had turned out this way."

Beca laughed and then decided that Chloe was able to do far too much talking at the moment, be it broken and disjointed or not. So while she was working on Chloe's neck with her mouth, she started to bring her hands up to skim underneath of Chloe's breasts. Chloe moaned when Beca started to knead them lightly, purposefully missing the nipple. Her ministrations got progressively more rough, and eventually her mouth started to move down from Chloe's neck. Chloe's legs shook slightly in anticipation. She gasped as Beca pulled her very erect right nipple into her mouth, with her left hand still kneading around the left nipple. Chloe felt the warm heat of Beca's mouth wrapping around, pulling it into her warm mouth. Beca proceeded to alternate with sucking it, running her tongue around it, and biting down on it gently. Chloe couldn't help but tangle her hands into the now wet brunette locks, trying to pull her ever closer to the part that the girl was setting on fire with her mouth. After a few minutes Beca switched sides and started the process again.

The minutes went by and as Chloe's mind went more and more hazy, her legs began to shake much more. Beca noticed this and pushed her against the wall using her knee, high, right up between Chloe's legs. Chloe groaned much more loudly as she ground down on Becas leg. She tried to get more friction but Beca held her tight, effectively stopping her from getting the friction that she desperately desired. Beca wanted to give in to Chloe and give her what she wanted. But then she remembered the reason she had rushed home to Chloe, and she wanted to make this time with her even more special.

Chloe's pants were getting louder and louder, her breath more desperate. Beca's knee remained resting between her legs, supporting her, but unmoving. Teasing her. Chloe threw her head back and nearly growled. She was miserable, but in the best possible way, feeling the smooth skin pressing into her at the point she most desired to feel more. She wanted Beca to fuck her. Fast and hard, and right now. She opened her mouth to beg but at that moment Beca ran her hand down her abs, and through her folds, replacing her knee with her hand and started to stroke Chloe's clit. Chloe's moans were coming more frequently and louder now, as Beca sped up her circles. Beca knew exactly how to work Chloe's body, playing it like it was a finely tuned instrument. Or as though she was one of those mixes she loved to work so much. Chloe was Beca's greatest mix. Her clit felt like it was buzzing with energy. She wrapped her legs around Beca hoping to get an even better angle. She was beginning to swear at each and every circle.

"Oh my god babe. Fuck, Becs. Please..." But Chloe never did finish her plea because Beca chose to thrust two fingers into Chloe's core at that moment, sending pleasure shooting throughout her body. So, instead she let out a huge gasp. The force of each thrust sent Chloe a few centimetres up but Chloe quickly ground her hips down onto Beca's fingers just as far as she was able to. Again and again Beca thrusted hard into her core, fucking her with everything she had. Chloe's entire reality was absorbed her wife's fingers pounding into her, and the feelings that were wrecking havoc on her entire body. The tension pulling her body upwards into bliss was nearly at a breaking point. Her back was straining against the wall of the shower, she was twitching. Her breath came out in gasps and moans every single thrust. Chloe felt like she was going crazy, being so close to falling off the edge without actually going there.

Then, all it took was Beca tenderly kissing behind Chloe's ear, whispering gently to her "I love you so much Chloe. Come for me baby."

It was the very definition of love, and Beca was everything she ever wanted or dreamed of having. All wrapped up in that one tiny brunette holding her. The contrast between words and the feelings she was having being so sweet, was so stark with the way Beca was fucking her so thoroughly, along with each circle of her fingers on the now throbbing nib.

And with those words, full of the love that Beca felt for her, Chloe was off, as wave after wave of pleasure racked her body and she came apart in her wife's arms. Beca held her and helped her ride out her incredible bliss, and continued to hold her upright as she recovered. Panting as she came down from her high. Chloe whimpered as Beca drew her fingers out.

"Mmmm. God Becs." Chloe gingerly straightened her legs. She felt Beca smile from where she was currently nuzzling into the side of Chloe's neck. When Chloe caught her breath she slowly opened her eyes. She gasped as she saw how dark Becas eyes were. She saw how worked up Beca was, and how painfully turned on she was from watching and causing her wife's release. Chloe leaned forward and caught Becas lips with her own. She moaned at intensity the Beca immediately put into the kiss.

"Bed?" Chloe whispered.

Becas already darkened eyes went a few shades darker and she nearly growled pulling Chloe from the shower.

A/N: Uh oh. What is it that Beca keeps hinting at? I've changed the name of the story from "The Bechloe Movie" (A boring title, but also reserved for what PP4 SHOULD be called), to "Method Acting". Does that give you any clue? Find out next chapter, coming very soon (Like Beca. Sorry, I couldn't help myself.)

Phew! So that happened! I've never written smut before soo...