Chapter 8: Method Acting

One of the camera men stopped the director from moving to the next scene and called him over.

Crap.

Chloe felt the blood leave her face as she realized that the one camera was right in front of her, and would have caught the entire thing. She heard them whisper back and forth until the director motioned her forward. She kept her eyes down, feeling like she was being called to the principles office back in middle school. Her feet dragged slightly as she felt like they weighed a ton.

Chloe was getting better and better at this as time went on. She knew it, Beca told her constantly, and even the director slapped her on the back and complimented her improvement. She was finally getting the hang of this new form of acting. As always, the sexual tension between her and Beca was being driven through the roof. The content of their scenes together were getting longer and much more intense.

This latest scene... she blotched the take and she knew it. She had gotten slightly... uh, distracted.

The camera man was still sitting on the seat behind the camera like normal, and he angled the playback screen so the others could see it better. The director stood behind him, and Chloe stood beside the director. Beca, who saw her wife being called over had quickly come over and joined the group. She leaned her chin on Chloe's shoulder and wrapped an arm around her side as the camera man rewound the footage to the start of the scene.

They all watched as the on-screen Beca walked by the camera heading out of frame to the front stage, and all the other characters (including Chloe's) got on stage as well. The music began and Chloe began to sing her part. Chloe remembered this was the part that she saw Beca really getting into the song. Chloe had frozen in her spot, paling slightly. She completely forgot the choreography. She tried to move to the music, or just do... something! But the choreography, the words to the song, it was all gone. She had taken a deep breath as she watched her wife taking center stage.

Beca's strong voice was ringing throughout the theatre. The effects fan pointing at her from where it was positioned behind camera #1 was blowing her hair in just the right ways. Her entire body was moving to the music, she stepped with complete confidence, her hips swaying as she danced. She threw her hands in the air as she twirled, dropping to the floor and then raising her ass up until she stood bent at the hips, hands on her knees. She threw her head up with all her hair flying back before she straightened out and went into the next segment of choreography. The back-up dancers flanking her on either side. She was oozing confidence, grace, and sex. The Chloe on-screen gulped. Her eyes were blown wide open, pupils dilated, and her mouth was hanging down. She had felt her body temperature raise. She was completely turned on, everyone watching her reactions knew it.

Chloe wanted to hide as the group around her watched her mess up this scene, watching her reactions to her wife performing. Beside her Beca was still wearing the same black form-fitting outfit, with the slit down the front and the blue sash at the waist. Chloe suppressed a whimper and gasp as she felt Beca's enormously generous chest pressing into her back, still heaving from the effort she had put into that dance. She felt Beca smirking and chuckling at her into Chloe's shoulder, pressing a kiss to it.

Beca was loving watching Chloe's reactions, she looked super cute just all flushed and turned on. It sent warmth through her heart being reminded how much she really affected Chloe all of the time, even after (or quite possibly a result of), all these years.

When the playback ended Chloe didn't really know what to say. "Uh... sorry guys I sorta, um messed that one up." Her voice came out rough, more raspy and lower than normal.

The director exchanged eye-contact with Beca before turning to Chloe and grinning.

"That was PERFECT."

Chloe looked up and raised her eyebrow in response. "Seriously?"

"Oh my god, we are so keeping that in. No way, you guys are too good. See, I'm telling you guys, the scenes are just getting better and better! The tension on screen between you guys is building like crazy. It's better than we could have been written it into the script. This is great! The audience will love it!"

Oh.

"Keep up the good work!"

When the other two moved away it was just Beca and Chloe. Beca turned to her wearing the most smug look that Chloe had ever seen her wear, which is saying something.

"Shut up." She shot out weakly, and sheepishly. "Babe, you better be careful of that smirk there, you're going to pull a muscle in your face."

"We wouldn't want that." Beca shot back winking, tone clear, her innuendo making Chloe pale again. Six years ago Beca balked at the flirting, and Chloe won every time. Now however, she could occasionally hold her own. Especially at times like this when she already had the upper hand. She moved on from the flirting to teasing Chloe back. "You sure your jaw is alright? You didn't bruise it when it hit the floor did you?" Chloe saw the twinkle in Beca's eye, accompanying it with a huge grin.

Chloe shook her head at a loss and chuckled weakly. She tried to keep the smouldering look out of her eyes and gulped as she faced Beca still standing there, pushing the memory of Beca's dance out of her mind, the same stupid sexy smirk on her face.

"But, god!" Chloe groaned. "I swear it's like experiencing your freshman year all over again!" She threw her hands up in frustration.

Beca chuckled thinking back to the long months leading up to getting together with Chloe from when they first met, and all the sexual tension they were feeling then. She had thought many times the last few weeks that this was just like that. She decided that she had no idea how freshman Beca survived for so many months without like... pushing Chloe onto a desk in the library and fucking her right then and there. That thought had led to Beca thinking about the first time they broke Luke's "no sex on the desk" rule sophomore year when she had an overnight shift one night. Beca shivered at the explicit route her thoughts had taken. Needless to say that recently, Beca's mind seemed to churn out much dirtier thoughts. More than normal.

"I love you Becs." Chloe felt Beca slip her fingers to join with her own.

"I love you too Chlo." They smiled at each other. "Hey, only a few more days, okay babe?"

Chloe bit her lip and nodded.

A/N: The dance from this chapter was inspired by Anna Kendrick's lip sync battle "Booty". Obviously Kendrick did it mostly as a joke, but think like it's the same clothes, and hair. Because let's be real, Anna Kendrick is hot even when she's doing a joke performance. So, some of the same choreography, just taken more seriously. Different song, and the sex appeal cranked up and drawn out even further.

This story is heading to be upwards of 15 chapters... maybe I should abandon the idea that this was supposed to be a place for oneshots? 😂