They spoke of Aubrey no more that day, instead, both girls simply enjoying the pleasure that the others company brought. They had each tried numerous dresses on - neither satisfied with the length of one, or the colour of another - until they found themselves in a tiny vintage boutique tucked down an old alley off the high street. It was a long, narrow shop, with a helpful old cashier with a wrinkled face, who, as soon as they entered the store, grabbed and handed them each a bundle of dresses in a flurry of lace, silk and taffeta.
"Take as long as you need dears, the changing rooms are at that end. And if you need anything else you'll have to come find me, I'll be down this end of the shop - shout loud, I'm a bit deaf of hearing my lovelies." the lady beamed a toothless grin and pointed them to a row of changing rooms at the far end of the shop.
"This place is incredible," Chloe muttered as she locked the changing room door behind her and hung the dresses up she'd been handed. Each changing cubicle was an individual room, cut off from one another, and decorated beautifully Chloe noted. She ran her finger along the cream filigree border that ran the width of the room, punctured only by a floor length mirror with a gold-brushed gilted frame and white fairy lights hanging loosely around the top.
"Chlo'?" Beca called from the adjacent room, her voice muffled through the wall. "Can you come get this?"
"One minute," Chloe called back, shrugging her coat off and kicking her boots underneath the chair in the corner of the room. She unlocked the door, then pulled it shut gently behind her and padded over to the only other shut door, right in the far corner. She tapped on the door. "Bex?" she called, and heard the lock slide, and then click open. Chloe pushed on the door gently.
Standing in the middle of the room, facing the mirror, was Beca, and almost instantly Chloe was transfixed. The way her hair fell onto her bare shoulders, the way she gently glowed in the gentle light of the room, and the vast v-shaped expanse of her skin between the two folds of unzipped dress had Chloe mesmerised. She drew her breath in sharp to her chest, feeling lost all of a sudden.
"My god Beca..." she muttered.
"What's wrong?" she said, turning quickly. "It's too much, right? I mean-"
Chloe smiled. "It's really not. You look... incredible." Beca had chosen a teal number, and it fit her absolutely perfect. Chloe blinked. "Really. Wow."
"Will you shut up!" Beca laughed, but her cheeks flushed. "You're gawping. Fasten me up." she turned back to the mirror and scooped her hair to one side to avoid it being caught in the zip. Chloe reached for where the zipper sat in the gentle dip of the small of Beca's back. The expanse of bare skin reached from the bottom of her back where Chloe could just see the waistband of Beca's black lace underwear (and it made her stomach dance) - and stretched right the way up to her shoulders, and her neck, the open dress framing the bare v-shaped expanse of pale skin beautifully.
Chloe hesitated on the zip, her fingers trembling. Slowly she pulled it closed, regrettably watching Beca's snow-white back disappear beneath the fabric of the dress.
"It looks great." she said, stepping back and trying to grasp control of her senses as calmly as she could. Beca blushed, dropping her hair. She avoided looking at Chloe's face, reflected in the mirror over her shoulder. She knew if she looked at her she would feel the heat in places other than her cheeks.
"Thank you," she smiled. The lingering thought of Chloe's fingers trailing on her back made the hairs on her arms stand on end.
"Is this the one then?" Chloe said quietly, and Beca felt her finger trace the curve of her waist.
"It seems to get your seal of approval." Beca said, and winked at Chloe's reflection in the mirror. Chloe stared back, her eyes bright as she looked into Beca's - but her fingers trailed patterns from her left him, across the small of her back, and up to where the fabric of the dress ended just below Beca's right shoulder blade. She felt Chloe trace the outline of her floral tattoo.
"It really, really does." Chloe said softly into her ear, then begun trailing her fingers again across Beca's back. She couldn't help it; she was drawn to her, and the cool touch of Beca's pale skin beneath her fingers made her feel electric and truly alive; it made everything else in the world go silent, and all she could hear was the quickening thud of her heart in her chest and the soft whisps of Beca's breathing.
She knew that Beca had asked if they could take things slow, she knew how scared she was - but she wanted to make her feel safe. She wanted to let Beca know she was going to be safe, she could let Chloe into her life, and she wasn't going to leave or hurt her. She tried to tell her this through the way her fingers skimmed along the curve of her shoulderblade, the way they pressed softly where the bone jutted out, and then gently dipping the back of her nail into the curve of skin below the blade, pressing with barely a touch. She watched the goosebumps rise on Beca's skin as she did so, and trailed her fingers back over the nubs of skin gently. She followed Beca's back, riding the back of her nails over the dip between her shoulders, over to her right hand side as she gripped her hips in her hands from behind, and blew a soft stream of air along Beca's shoulder and up Beca's exposed neck.
Beca didn't pull away as Chloe had expected, instead allowing Chloe to move her mouth, combining her spidery touch and gentle warm breath with an occasional nip of her skin between her lips. Beca rolled her head to one side, closing her eyes and allowing Chloe better access to her neck and jaw. Chloe slowly worked her way along Beca's neck, her own chest pressed firmly against Beca's back, with her hands wandering around her hips.
Chloe nuzzled her mouth against Beca's pulse point, and - overcome suddenly by desire, spurred on by the taste of Beca's sweet perfume and her skin, warm in her mouth - she sucked down slightly harder than she had meant. Beca yelped - a combination of fear and desire enveloping her. Her entire body tingled.
"I'm sorry!" Chloe said, letting go of Beca's hips. "You said take it slow, and here I am - I just - you look -"
"Shut up." Beca said, before turning and slamming her mouth to Chloe's. Her hands trailed down Chloe's side and her kisses, fierce and driven by desire, were left hot and heavy down Chloe's neck. She heard her gasp in her hear, and the sound and sensation of Chloe's hot breath excited in ways she couldn't even begin to comprehend.
"I thought-" Beca gasped, as she felt Chloe's hand firm on her waist and her fervent kisses reciprocated fiercely along her jaw. "I thought you said we were taking things slow?"
"That was your idea," chloe growled, breaking from the kiss and curling her hand into the nape of Beca's neck. She winked and leant in, but before she touched her lips to Beca's own, she hesitated. "And I was fine with that," she whispered. Her breath was hot and sweet on Beca's mouth. It made her legs feel weak. "And then you tried that dress on. And god damn it Mitchell-" she kissed her hard once more, before pulling away, leaving Beca whimpering, "I have changed my mind."
Her voice was low, a feral growl in her throat. Beca moaned, before taking Chloe's lips back against her own, and feeling her hands grab the backs of her thighs firmly, lifting her up and allowing Beca to wrap her legs around Chloe's waist.
"Fuck," she gasped as Chloe slammed her hard against a wall, pressing her hot mouth to her neck.
"This dress is incredible," Chloe said, soft in Beca's ear. She ignored Beca's pleading whimpers as she sucked along her neck, and around her jaw to her other ear. She momentarily took the lobe between her teeth, and felt Beca quiver in her arms. "It's really incredible, but please, please can we take it off?"
Beca nodded, having already succumbed to her desres. It was crazy - they were crazy - but my god, she couldn't remember having wanted anything so badly in her life.
Chloe wouldn't hurt her, she reminded herself, as her legs were gently lowered and Chloe turned her around, planting more soft kisses along her neck, and shoulders, and back. She wouldn't hurt her and she wasn't going to leave. She felt Chloe's fingers leave her back, and she glanced over her shoulders to see Chloe clicking the lock shut on the door.
"Just in case," she smiled, then leaned back in onto her shoulder and quietly murmured, "Now where was I?"
Beca felt her fingers on her back once again, and Chloe's touch did absolutely nothing to alleviate the growing warmth in her lower body.
Chloe's fingers clasped the zipper, pulling it down agonizingly slowly, almost one tooth at a time, and Beca thought that if she didn't hurry up she might burst.
Chloe, sensing Beca's agitation, decided she would slow things down even further. What a tease, she thought to herself and smiled. She peeled the dress from one shoulder, then sucked on the gentle jut of bone. She traversed to the other side, peeled the dress away from the skin and kissed it so, but only let the dress fall so far down that it still balanced on her torso, hanging from Beca's breasts at the front. Chloe let go of Beca's shoulders for a second, then, just before Beca had a chance to realise what was happening, ran her nail quickly up Beca's spine. The sensation made Beca's legs drop from beneath her with a whimper, and Chloe grabbed her before she could completely fall to the floor. The jolt made her dress fall from her chest, and as Beca turned in her arms, with Chloe leaning over her slightly, there was nothing to hide her exposed breasts, round and inviting as Beca's back arched.
She pulled herself up, wrapping her arms around Chloe's neck, kissing her fiercely and breaking away only to pull Chloe's shirt over her head. Beca groaned as she felt Chloe take her breasts in either hand, rubbing her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Chloe pulled out of the kiss, aiming her mouth for one of Beca's breasts, but before she could clasp it in her mouth Beca pushed her hard against the opposite wall. Chloe stumbled, allowing Beca to step from her dress and pull Chloe back towards her. She did so by hooking her fingers under Chloe's bra straps. Their mouths crashed back together, and for a moment they were a tangle of hot and heavy breathing, wet mouths and bare skin in the middle of the room.
Chloe decided she was to take control, and pressed Beca hard up against the mirror, holding her wrists firmly in her hands and pushing them hard above Beca's head. As her bare back arched away from the cold mirror with a moan, Chloe leant forward, taking the opportunity of Beca's writhing neck and exposed breasts, and planted a trail of hot and wet kisses along Beca's neck and chest. She took one of her nipples in her mouth and sucked hard, rolling the skin under her tongue.
"Fuck!" Beca gasped, thrashing wildly under Chloe's grip which kept her pressed against the mirror. She lifted one leg, hooking her calf around the back of Chloe's thigh. Chloe noticed the warmth of Beca's groin pressing against her leg, the heat began to rise in her own core - and released one of arms to grab her thigh instead and hoist her around her waist. She groaned into Beca's mouth, clasping her hands into Beca's hair as her newly released hand grappled at her back, fumbling with the clasps of her bra, before tugging it off and throwing it aside without even breaking the kiss.
Beca dropped her leg from Chloe's waist, instead threading her fingers through Chloe's hair and pushing her mouth along her jaw. She was new to all of this but took Chloe's appreciative groans and whimpers which she felt vibrate in her chest as a good sign. Beca was finally able to push Chloe's frame from her own, and pinned her against the opposite wall. She left hot and sticky kisses along her exposed chest, working along her neck and feeling her heavy heartbeats throbbing on her pulsepoint.
She trailed down along her collar, sucking slightly in all the dips of skin. She wanted Chloe to enjoy this as much as she was. She smiled into her kiss as Chloe grunted, an "Oh, yes," forming quiet between her open lips. Beca carried on her work, trailing her fingers down Chloe's bare ribs and - quivering slightly - traced an 'o' with her tongue delicately on Chloe's nipple. It stiffened almost instantly, the fleshy mound pushed hard into Beca's mouth as Chloe's back arched.
Beca felt Chloe's nails on her scalp, her hands threading into her hair with a roughness only desire can bring. Chloe hooked her own legs around Beca's tiny waist as she felt her work on her skin, gliding her mouth over her exposed breasts as though she had done this with Chloe a thousand times. She found her sensitive spots with expert precision, and Chloe's chest heaved.
Beca's hands slid from Chloe's side to the waistband of her jeans and Chloe felt her thumbs pressed at the front of her hip, with her fingers sliding around the back, sliding into her jeans.
"Beca!" she moaned, and dropped her legs from her waist. Beca smiled and straightened up.
"Sorry," she murmoured, but her apologies were cut short - Chloe's mouth once again hard on her own. She reached down, fumbling blindly for the button of Chloe's jeans, then giving them a short sharp tug just as Chloe pushed her against the mirror again.
"No need," Beca whimpered, hooking her legs back around Chloe's waist as she advanced, fast back at work. I'll give you something to moan about, Chloe thought, and grabbed Beca firmly by the base of her butt. Beca gasped into her mouth feeling Chloe's fingers pressing hard into her skin, and she writhed as she felt Chloe's teasing tug on her underwear. Her hips thrust unexpectedly onto Chloe's waist.
"Oh, Chloe - please-" she muttered breathlessly through Chloe''s hair as her mouth worked hard on her breasts, thumbing one whilst sucking and licking hard on the other.
"Please what?" Chloe teased, bringing her head back up to leave a hot whisper in Beca's ear. Beca's standing leg shook as her hip thrust out towards Chloe.
Chloe had hoped she at least looked confident in what she was doing, as she felt far from it. Her lips trembled as she teasingly took Beca's earlobe between her teeth, and her hands wavered as they trailed up and down Beca's ribs. She could feel the heat from between Beca's legs pressed hard against her hip and she shifted just to her side, allowing Beca to support herself as she trailed a finger from one rib to her navel. She gently hooked her finger under the elasticated band of Beca's underwear, sliding her hand from one hip to the other. Beca's breath came in short sharp gasps, hot in Chloe's ear. She glanced up at Beca, her eyes wide and dark, saw her swallow then nuzzle her head in close to Chloe's and nodded.
"It's alright." she whispered, and Chloe leant in to kiss her. Although Beca pressed lustfully hard into her mouth Chloe restrained; taking every ounce of self control she could muster she pressed her lips to Beca's slowly, delicately tracing the curve of her mouth with her tongue, then pulling away. She wanted nothing more than to carry on with as much fierce lust as she could manage, but instead hovered her mouth above Beca's. The rounds of their lips just touched, and Chloe tried to steady her breathing in time to that of Beca's. She waited, feeling the purr of Beca's breath on her lips and the pounding of her chest against her own until she could stand it no more and pushed her fingers into Beca's underwear.
As she did so she clamped her mouth onto Beca's, thrusting her tongue into her mouth, taking her gasp and her moan into her breath. She rolled her tongue across Beca's teeth, biting her lip with a sharp nip. She delicately traced a line with her index finger against the hot folds of skin within Beca's underwear, feeling her own stomach twist and turn, and a rage of desire flush hot to her core. she pulled herself from Beca's mouth and moaned a lustful whisper into Beca's ear, unable to hold her desire in. Her groans sent the hair on Beca's body to stand on end, and once more her hips bucked uncontrollably, and Chloe's finger was forced into the hot, wet crux between her legs.
Fluid coated Chloe's finger and she shuddere almost as much as Beca did in her arms. She pulled out slightly before thrusting a single finger back in further, feeling Beca judder beneath her again. She whelped and Chloe went to pull her hand out entirely.
"No," Beca said softly, biting her lip and taking Chloe's wrist in her hand. "Don't."
Chloe leant forward, placing a soft, teasing kiss on her lips, before pushing her finger back into Beca once more. She curled it slightly as she went to pull away, and whimpered herself, her desire taking hold as Beca tightened around her digit. As she thrust a second finger into the slick, warm folds she found her own hand trailing towards her own underwear. Beca, noticing Chloe's whimper, opened her eyes, and between thrust-induced groans, managed to grab Chloe's hand as her fingers reached her own very hot and very wet centre.
"Don't you dare," Beca growled into Chloe's ear, pushing her inquisitive fingers aside. "That's mine."
"Shut up." Chloe purred, and trailed her thumb in a circle over Beca's clit for a teasing moment before sending three fingers into her centre with a gruff thrust. Beca writhed, groaning, hot and fierce, then yanked at Chloe's underwear, pulling her torso close and pushing her fumbling fingers inside.
Her fingers trailed delicately for a second before Chloe, sensing her apprehension, folded her own hand over the back of Beca's and guided it gently into her.
"Fucking hell Chloe," Beca murmoured as pleasure broiled in Chloe's body, and she paused her undulating movements inside of Beca, too overcome to continue.
Chloe didn't acknowledge Beca's comment, instead feeling the heat begin to build as Beca's fingers teased her, and her walls begin to tense in anticipation. She pulled her own hand away from Beca's and slammed it against the mirror next to Beca's head, breathing out hard. Her back arched and she thrust her hips into Beca's working fingers. She grabbed Beca's waist, smearing her own sticky fluid slightly on the pare skin as she fumbled for her grip. She felt Beca's fingers curl inside of her and she whimpered, a gasp coming hot and sharp from her mouth. Her legs felt weak. She'd be damned if she came first though, she thought, and resumed her toying of Beca's clit, whilst leaning forward and sucking down hard on the erect nub of Beca's nipple. It did the trick, Beca gasped and her hips bucked hard onto Chloe's hand. She felt her walls clench around her fingers, and she thrust even harder.
"I'm-I'm not-" Beca gasped, the fierceness of her own thrusts inside of Chloe inside of Chloe increasing too, and Chloe pulled away from her breast, biting hard on her own lip, trying to ride out for as long as she possibly could.
Whatever Beca was she never got to say as Chloe flexed and then curled her fingers one final time, Beca's walls closing around her in a violent throb, pulsing in waves of warmth and moisture around Chloe's fingers. Beca gasped in Chloe's ear and a bundle of superlative curses followed, hot and quiet. It was enough to finish Chloe - her legs gave way from beneath her as Beca thrust one final time, fiercely rubbing her clit with her thumb. They tumbled together to the floor, Chloe's eyes still closed as she rode out her high, quivering in Beca's arms.
"Oh..." she managed after a moment. Her hand was resting on Beca's inner thigh, with Beca's other leg hooked over her waist. Their foreheads pressed together, and Beca moved her hand up Chloe's waist, pulling her closer.
"When you said," Beca whispered, "That dress shopping would be fun, I wouldn't have hesitated so much if I'd have known this was going to be involved."
Chloe smiled and leant into kiss Beca. She pulled her hand from Beca's thigh and slid it up her body, rolling it fron the curve of her hip to her waist and round to her back where she trailed a spidery circle then pulled Beca close.
Beca squirmed in her arms, and Chloe pulled her head away. "What's wrong?"
Beca's cheekbones, already pink and slightly sweaty, seemed to get redder. "Can you... can you um, not do that, please..."
Chloe laughed. "Why not?"
"I'm... just... I'm a bit..." Beca's voice dropped and she averted her gaze. "I'm a bit tingly."
Chloe bit the inside of her mouth to stop her grin bursting across her lips.
"Okay," she said, "I'm sorry," then pulled Beca closer, allowing her to tuck her head into the crux of her neck. She lay there, still and quiet for a moment, enjoying the serenity of the sound of Beca's soft breathing and the ripple of her hair as it moved beneath Chloe's own breath. Smiling, she pressed her mouth into Beca's hair.
"Don't go." she murmoured quietly into the tumbles of brown hair.
"I won't." Beca said quietly, her voice warm on Chloe's chest. "Not this time."