[A/N: This is just a little drabble, really nothing too special. But with Brooklyn Nine-Nine rising from the ashes, I thought this was something a little cute! Let me know what you think]

The finger pushed into her collarbone, angry and forced as a slight sting pushed close to her chest. The scowl that found it's way to her features was indicative of the sharp anger in her mind. Beca Mitchell didn't play this game, a deep growl moving past her lips as the glowered at the blonde.

"You don't know what you're doing!" Aubrey stated again, it was condescending in a way, how she stood so tall with her chin raised and expression contorted into frustration. "You go from the left and swiftly push it right."

"Okay, this is basic kindergarten stuff." Beca snatched the woman's hand before she got a chance to ram it back into her chest. "And stop pecking me to death to get a damn point across."

Chloe shook her head softly, swallowing back the pain that was in her throat. Her back was against the side of the car- the heat of the early May night was biting at every inch of her. She could hear the crickets, and the frogs as they worked together in a symphony. The surrounding swamp made things muggy, made the scent of honeysuckle and stale water collect in her lungs as she watched the two women the best she could in the inky darkness.

Her phone had died. All three of them with no service anyway. They had been in town to attend Callie Posen's baby shower- the hot North Carolina atmosphere was enough to have the group itching. It was Beca's idea to drive, but none of them had planned on the rear driver's side tire to blow. Leaving them stranded with a spare.

Beca had claimed to know how to change it, Aubrey watching idly by, just struggling to keep her mouth shut while she watched her younger girlfriend pull the tire from the trunk. It was half her size- more than half. She waited a whole five minutes before voicing her struggled opinion. Chloe was impressed.

That was about a half hour ago. From then on, the two of them got into their signature arguments. The redhead blamed it on pent-up sexual tension, but it was moments like these when she wanted to slam her head against the side window.

"Okay, well if you're so damn good at this then put the jack where it needs to go." Aubrey stood her ground, tearing her hand away from Beca as she crossed her arms over her chest. Her eyebrow was cocked.

"Only if you hand over the wrench."

"Why do you think I have it?"

"I have it." Chloe huffed, earning two soft stares from her girlfriends. The tension quickly drained from their eyes, a mix of grey and blue that reminded Chloe of the midnight sky with sharpened clouds. "Can we please just get out of here?"

"Of course baby"

"Anything for you."

They spoke at the same time, both of them shooting a hard stare back at one another. Beca did everything within her to swallow back a snarl. She dropped her shoulders, lowering to her knees as she reached her hand out for the wrench. Chloe placed the weighted metal in her hand, stepping away from the car as she turned her back to the road, letting Beca get more access to the mass of rubber and metal.

Aubrey could sense the tension in Chloe's shoulders, she placed her hands on them, digging her fingers into the stiff muscles. Chloe let out a small sigh, melting into the woman's touch. It was such a simple action, but it brought down her anxiety.

"Are you sure you don't want to-"

"Shh," Chloe let out a thick breath, pushing her back into Aubrey as the woman draped her arms over her shoulders, hugging her close like a teddy bear. It shut her up real quick, Beca grunting softly as she pushed down towards the pavement, loosening the bolts. "Don't be a dick."

"I am not a dick, Chloe." Aubrey groaned "I am simply better at changing a tire than tiny over there."

"I can hear you." Beca stuck her tongue out slightly. She did it when she was nervous or concentrating. It was an adorable trait, really. Sweat was collecting at her brow as she let the metal bolts fall into her palm. She reached behind her, Chloe wiggling free for a second as she let the weighted objects fall into her palm. She settled back into her position. Half of her motive was to keep Aubrey still.

"You two need to bone," Chloe whispered under her breath, quieter than usual. It made Aubrey stiffen, her breath hot on the side of her neck.

"Bone?" She leaned her head over Chloe's shoulder. "You think we need to… Bone?"

Beca was concentrated on pushing the jack up, the truck creaking and groaning as she felt a soft burn in her upper arm. She slid the tire from its clutches, rolling it to the side. She heard the hushed whispers of the two behind her but chose to focus on getting the spare on, instead.

"It's not about the argument," Chloe didn't' take her eyes off of the brunette. "Either method would have been fine. But you need to fuck her if you want to get rid of all that tension."

Aubrey drew in a long breath, her eyes tracing the woman in front of her. Sweat had effectively soaked through her t-shirt at this point. The back of the fabric raising up at the hem of her jeans. A bit of dirt collected on her hands as she brought the wrench over the lug nut, pushing it back towards the ground as she tightened it even more. The muscles in her back flexing against her tight shirt. She felt a certain heat in her core.

"BONE!?" Aubrey huffed out, "You really think? Why would I? We have sex all the time, Chloe."

"I'm sorry," Beca stood, letting the iron wrench rest on the pavement. She scratched the back of her neck, arm raising above her head as the hem of her white t-shirt exposed a soft amount of skin. "What was that, Aub's?"

"Nothing," She rested her chin on Chloe's shoulder, hugging her tighter. "Chlo just thinks it's time for us to…" She cleared her throat. "Relive some stress."

"Right here on the side of the road?" Beca knit her eyebrows together, dropping her arm at her side as she rolled her shoulder.

"No, not at the-"She let out a deep groan. "Once we get home, I'm sure."

"What?" The brunette smirked triumphantly "You're not comfortable with boning in your childhood bedroom."

Aubrey's face turned three different shades of red, her jaw clenched as she scanned Beca's body with her deep green eyes. She could feel the heat in her cheeks, and the even thicker one building in her stomach.

"Bone?" She parted her lips wildly "BONE?!"