Chapter 15

A/N: Just wanted to take a moment to thank all the guests out there who are reading and reviewing anonymously! I read them all and you guys are awesome!

Okay, hope you all are ready for a whole lot of Bechloe action in this chapter! And for those of you who have been missing it, there's some of Chloe's POV to finish it off.

One last fun fact is that the Parachute songs from the last chapter and this chapter are what inspired me to write this whole story. I heard them, the idea popped into my head, and I couldn't get rid of it. They're definitely worth a listen :-). Enjoy!

Music:

- Kiss Me Slowly - Parachute

Beca pulled into a parking space near Chloe's apartment building, exiting the car and retrieving her guitar from the trunk. She felt the excitement run through her body in anticipation of an entire night together with no foreseeable interruptions, and nothing to wake up for the following morning. By now, her feet automatically carried her to the correct door, only half paying attention to where she was going. She knocked a few times, before stepping back when the door swung open.

Beca swallowed hard as her eyes drank in the sight in front of her. It was ridiculously unfair how gorgeous Chloe looked in a pair of pajama pants and a Barden Academy t-shirt, her hair flowing in loose waves over her shoulders.

Chloe's voice broke the silence, a teasing quality to her tone as she said, "Are you going to stare at me all night or give me the encore performance you promised?"

Beca smirked and walked past her into the apartment, casually calling back to the redhead, "Relax, Beale. I'll give you your encore." She carefully set her guitar down on the table, turning to face Chloe, who was flipping the lock on the door.

"How long before you have to go?" Chloe asked, a predatory look in her eyes as she began to move closer.

Beca easily lifted herself up to sit on the table, pretending to think about her answer. "I'm not going anywhere," she said confidently, resting her hands on Chloe's hips as she stepped into the space between her legs. Giving the redhead a conspiratorial look, she continued on, "Because I'm not here right now. I'm sleeping at Stacie's tonight."

Chloe's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, before realization dawned over her face as she slowly asked, "You mean...we have the whole night?"

Beca winked at her, answering just as slowly, her voice dropping lower. "The whole night."

Apparently Chloe had waited long enough, as she leaned in and kissed her firmly, nipping at her lower lip. Beca slid her hands under Chloe's t-shirt, letting them roam over soft skin and moaning as she lost herself in the kiss. She couldn't help it, really, the redhead's tongue was doing filthy things against her own, giving her a preview of what was in store for the rest of the night.

Beca sighed in frustration when Chloe leaned back, only to melt a little at the words whispered against her lips. "You were so...fucking...hot...up there tonight," Chloe said, punctuating each word with a kiss. "Did you really write that about me?"

She tried to focus, but Chloe was a master at distracting her, already well versed in a number of her weaknesses. Beca could only nod as the redhead reconnected their lips again, grinding against her hips. She gasped at the contact, her legs wrapping around Chloe's waist as their tongues tangled again. Chloe pulled back again, tugging gently on her bottom lip before whispering, "Did you write any other songs about me?"

Beca looked into her curious expression, and tried to clear her mind of the steady stream of thoughts of everything she wanted to do to the redhead that evening. "Um...yeah, yes," she managed, taking a deep breath.

"Can I hear one?" Chloe asked, genuine interest on her face, paired with the desire that Beca could still see present in her eyes.

She lowered her eyes to the way Chloe was pressed tightly against her hips, a touch of disbelief in her voice as she asked, "Wait, now? You want to hear one right now?"

Chloe nodded, her smile stretching wide across her face as Beca sighed, resigned to her fate. Before she could move, Chloe leaned in and nipped her earlobe, breath hot and teasing as she whispered, "If you perform just one song for me right now..." Her voice trailed off as her tongue traced the edge of Beca's ear and her hands crept up her thighs, before continuing, "I'll perform for you. All. Night. Long."

Beca felt the wave of heat crash over her and she shuddered at Chloe's words, fighting the urge to demand that they skip straight to the second part of the evening. She felt her mouth go dry at the promising look in Chloe's eyes, which were currently darker than their usual shade of pale blue. Not trusting herself to speak just yet, Beca nodded in agreement. Chloe pulled back from her with a high-pitched squeal of excitement, beckoning her over to the couch.

She smiled and shook her head ruefully, grabbing her guitar out of the case and joining the redhead on the couch. She sat down sideways to face her, not bothering to take the time to slip the strap over her head. Beca looked at Chloe thoughtfully, smiling when the song popped into her mind. She had written it a few weeks after Chloe had fled from her kitchen, letting her feelings out in her music despite remaining determined to stay away from her teacher. The words had flowed out onto the paper, the smooth melody coming just as easily.

Beca briefly wondered what Chloe thought about being the focal point of some, okay, a lot of her music, if it freaked her out at all. It was only day four of whatever they were doing with each other, and neither had ventured to talk about it further than their conversation on Monday. Beca wasn't even sure exactly where she stood on her own feelings towards Chloe, and was in no hurry to figure it out. She knew she was attracted to Chloe, that the sex was incredible, and that it was more than just physical for both of them. Thoughts of LA kept springing up in the back of her mind, but Beca shrugged them off, preferring to enjoy living in the moment with the redhead.

Beca smirked at Chloe's impatient expression and began to play, her fingers effortlessly moving over the strings, her foot tapping gently along with the beat. She looked up into Chloe's eyes as she began to sing.

Stay with me, baby stay with me

Tonight don't leave me alone

Walk with me, come and walk with me

To the edge of all we've ever known

I can see you there with the city lights

Fourteenth floor, pale blue eyes

I can breathe you in

Two shadows standing by the bedroom door

No, I could not want you more

Than I did right then

As our heads leaned in

Beca hesitated for a second at the look on Chloe's face, her blue eyes blazing with desire. She thought about abandoning the song and just kissing her, not stopping until they were both spent and gasping for air. Instead, she forced herself to take a deep breath and continue on into the chorus.

Well, I'm not sure what this is gonna be

But with my eyes closed all I see

Is the skyline, through the window

The moon above you and the streets below

Hold my breath as you're moving in

Taste your lips and feel your skin

When the time comes, baby don't run, just kiss me slowly

Beca had glanced down at her guitar momentarily, watching her fingers play over the strings, and took a moment to appreciate how much she enjoyed the melody. She looked back up as she sang the last line of the chorus, her eyes widening when she saw Chloe closing the distance between them, the desire in her eyes giving Beca a split second to move her guitar out of the way before the redhead's lips were on hers.

Beca managed to set her guitar on the floor as Chloe straddled her hips, hands firmly grasping both sides of her face as she kissed her. She immediately felt Chloe's hips start rocking insistently against her own, and shifted so she could lean back into the couch as her hands slid up the redhead's thighs and under her shirt. Beca teased her fingers under the waistband of Chloe's pajama pants, loving the way she whimpered against her mouth and lifted her hips. She had never seen Chloe this turned on, this needy, this desperate for her touch, and a warmth spread through her knowing her music was behind it. Beca pulled back from her lips to kiss her neck and moved her fingers lower, knowing exactly what the redhead needed from her.

"Yes, Becs," Chloe sighed into her ear, erasing any doubt from her mind as her hips pushed up against her fingers.

Beca easily slid two fingers inside her, exhaling into her neck, "Fuck, Chlo, you're soaked." She felt her own breathing pick up as Chloe started thrusting against her fingers, leaning back a little to watch her move. Beca trailed her eyes down Chloe's body, mesmerized by the rhythm of her hips, sucking in a deep breath as the redhead gripped her shoulders tightly.

She looked back up when Chloe harshly panted her name, captivated by blue eyes filled with desire. Not breaking eye contact, Beca adjusted the angle and pushed up to meet Chloe's thrust, reveling in the resulting moan as the heel of her hand rubbed against her clit. She kept thrusting her fingers up, curling them at a steady pace as Chloe's movements became more erratic, searching desperately for release.

"Fuck…right there," Chloe moaned, and Beca knew she was close. She slid her free hand under Chloe's shirt to cup her breast, dragging the pad of her thumb over her nipple. Chloe arched into her touch, grounding her hips down against the fingers that were buried deep inside her.

"Come for me, baby," Beca murmured, her voice low as she curled her fingers once more. Chloe tensed around them as she came, her hips jerking desperately as the redhead wrapped her arms around Beca's neck and tightly molded her body against the brunette's.

Beca smirked against Chloe's neck, easing her right hand free and wrapping it around her, rubbing slow circles over her back. Chloe sighed into her shoulder, turning to press her lips against Beca's neck, whispering, "You're way too good at that."

Beca chuckled, responding, "Yeah, I know." Chloe leaned back and smacked her lightly on the shoulder, causing her to laugh louder and move her arm to cover her head. Peeking out from behind her hand, she wiggled her fingers and asked, "So, uh, you gonna let me have my hand back, Beale?"

Chloe sucked in a breath and lifted her hips, mumbling, "I like your fingers though…" She trailed off as Beca removed her hand from her pajama pants, sighing at the loss of contact before sitting back on her thighs, her hands toying with the bottom of the brunette's shirt.

"Me too," Beca replied, leaning back into the couch, wiping her hand on her jeans as Chloe began to unbutton her plaid shirt, a smirk of her own forming across her lips as she uncovered pale skin leading up to a lacy black bra. Beca leaned forward, allowing Chloe to push the shirt down her arms, shrugging out of it. She was surprised when the redhead climbed off her lap, careful to avoid her guitar on the floor, and held out her hand.

Looking at her curiously, Beca asked, "Are we going somewhere?"

There was a promise in Chloe's eyes as she answered, "You held up your end of the deal. So, now I believe it's my turn. I want you in my bed."

Beca swallowed hard, feeling her mouth go dry as she remembered Chloe's words. "Even though I didn't finish the song?" she teased, taking the offered hand and getting to her feet.

"The song was incredible," Chloe said, leading her into the bedroom. "And now, I'm going to show you just how much I loved it."

Beca took a shaky breath as Chloe spun around, eyes roaming shamelessly over her body. She eyed Chloe's hands as they came up to her shoulders, gently pushing her back onto the bed. Beca sat up on her elbows, watching as her teacher slowly stripped her shirt off, eyes dropping immediately to her bare breasts. Chloe ran her hands down her stomach, moving them back up as she touched herself, and Beca's eyes widened as a shot of lust ran through her body.

"I promised I would perform for you," Chloe said, her voice low and seductive as she pulled at the drawstring on her pajama pants, letting them drop to the floor.

Beca could only nod, her eyes following the pants down to the floor as Chloe stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. She looked back up to meet Chloe's stare as the redhead advanced, her hands rubbing up Beca's thighs to undo the button and zipper of her jeans, stripping her from the waist down. Chloe slid onto the bed and straddled Beca's hips again, leaning down to press her lips against her stomach. Kissing up between her breasts, Chloe took her hands and brought them over her head before sitting back.

"No touching," she said, and Beca looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"What, no handcuffs?" Beca asked sarcastically, smirking up at the redhead.

Chloe's immediate answer caught her off guard. "I'm giving you a chance to behave, but I'm not afraid to use them," the redhead shot back with a wink.

Beca's eyes widened, processing the words as Chloe leaned down kissing between her breasts. Deciding not to behave, she reached down to the back of Chloe's neck, sliding her fingertips into red hair. Chloe's mouth froze against her skin, before she leaned back and grabbed Beca's hand, returning it over her head.

"Don't test me, Mitchell." Chloe's voice was low and full of warning. It was probably the sexiest tone Beca had ever heard, as she looked up and nodded innocently.

Beca played along, keeping her hands above her head as Chloe sat back on her hips, trailing her fingertips over her stomach. She gasped, arching up as the redhead pressed her lips back against her skin, kissing the tops of her breasts along her bra. Chloe slid a hand under her, unclasping her bra and sliding it up her arms over her head. Beca threw it over the edge of the bed, gasping when Chloe's mouth closed over her nipple. She decided it was time to call Chloe's bluff, and moved her hands purposely into her hair, arching against her mouth.

Chloe grabbed Beca's wrists and removed her hands from her hair, sitting up on her hips. Beca felt her smirk fade, watching as she reached over to her nightstand and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, swinging them slowly around a finger.

"I warned you, Mitchell," she said, snapping one of the cuffs around the brunette's wrist. Beca felt her pulse quicken, watching every move her teacher made. Chloe was beyond sexy when she took control, and Beca was incredibly turned on knowing she was about to be completely at her mercy. Before she realized it, her wrists were cuffed to the headboard, and she tugged gently against them, hearing the metallic clink that resulted.

Chloe sat back, her eyes roaming greedily over Beca's body, before meeting her gaze. "You're okay with this, right?" she asked, searching Beca's eyes for the truth.

Beca nodded, feeling like she was going to combust if Chloe didn't touch her. She was already on edge from the excitement of the concert, combined with round one on the couch. The memory of Chloe riding her fingers would stick with her for a long, long time. Now though, the idea of physically giving up complete control had her so aroused it was bordering on painful. She pressed her legs together, searching for some relief, but Chloe quickly realized what she was doing, and maneuvered herself so her hips were resting between Beca's legs.

Beca arched her back at the first touch of Chloe's tongue to her breast, tracing slow circles around her nipple, covering the other with her palm. She knew she was really in trouble now, that Chloe would take her time, making sure her lips and tongue covered every inch of her skin. When her mouth moved to her other breast, Beca moaned, thrusting her hips only to come up empty.

Chloe's lips traced lazy patterns over her stomach, sides, up and down the inside of her thighs until Beca's whole body was shaking, the metal of the cuffs rattling above her head. Curses spilled from her lips as Chloe's tongue trailed higher up the inside of her thigh, only to stop before reaching the place she needed it most.

"Fuck me," Beca whimpered, lifting her hips again in search of relief. "Chloe…Chlo…I can't…"

She could feel Chloe's breath hot against her, and it took all her willpower to remain still. Beca groaned the moment Chloe's tongue touched her clit, her hips jerking up in response. It wasn't enough though, as Chloe continued to tease her, the light pressure not enough to bring her any relief. When Chloe pulled away, Beca honestly thought she might cry from frustration, only to moan loudly as the redhead hitched her leg over her shoulder, sliding her tongue deep inside her.

"Chlo…Fuck!" Beca moaned, pressing her hips against Chloe's mouth. "Don't stop," she begged, as fingertips began to rub firm circles against her clit. The pressure vanished for a split second, as Chloe moved back and slid two fingers inside her. Beca felt her tongue begin to move firmly against her clit, matching the thrusts of her fingers, the metal cuffs clinking in rhythm with each stroke. It felt like it had taken hours for Chloe to finally touch her, all that tension ready to explode at the redhead's coordinated assault on her body in an embarrassingly fast amount of time.

Chloe must have realized how close she was, because suddenly the pressure eased off, and Beca was sure she was going to die. She had been right on the edge of orgasm, but it was slipping away no matter how much she wanted Chloe to push her over.

"Chlo," she gasped, barely recognizing her own voice, low and breathy with need. "Please baby," she said, knowing Chloe loved to make her beg. Right then, Beca would probably have agreed to anything the redhead wanted. Her mind was foggy with arousal, her hips still meeting Chloe's slow thrusts, still pushing against her tongue that was circling her clit.

Suddenly, Chloe added a third finger and placed her lips around Beca's clit. Beca's whole body reacted as her eyes closed, a long moan escaping her lips as her hips adjusted to the faster pace. Panting, she felt Chloe's other hand tighten on her hip as she started to hum, the vibrations proving to be the final straw for Beca. Her orgasm shattered through her body, as wave after wave of pleasure rippled over her muscles all the way to her curling fingers and toes. Chloe helped her ride it out with gentle strokes of her fingers and tongue, pulling back when Beca's body went limp in exhaustion.

She couldn't move, couldn't think, as she just lay there helplessly. Chloe had turned her into a pile of mush, and Beca was pretty sure she couldn't feel her arms or her legs. The redhead was moving above her, and after the sound of a key scraping into a lock, her hands were free and Chloe's arms were around her from behind. The redhead was holding her close, murmuring something in her ear that her brain was not yet able to process.

When she could finally form a coherent sentence, Beca mumbled, "You're mean, Beale."

Chloe smirked, pressing a kiss to Beca's cheek. "I'm motivated," she responded, nipping at her jaw as she trailed her fingertips over Beca's side.

Beca shivered at her touch, as she felt lips pressing soft kisses repeatedly over her neck and shoulder. "There's no way I can go again, Chlo," she said, feeling the redhead smile against her skin.

"We're going to have to agree to disagree there, Becs," Chloe said with a wink. "I promised to perform for you all night long. And I always keep my promises." Her hands slid up Beca's ribs to her breasts, drawing a gasp from the brunette. Just as quickly as they arrived, Chloe's hands moved to cover Beca's wrists, gently rubbing the angry red marks left by the handcuffs. "How do your hands feel?" she asked, her voice equal parts curious and concerned.

Beca sighed at the relaxing touch of Chloe's fingers, looking down at her wrists. "Looks worse than it feels," she replied, slowly turning over to face her teacher.

Chloe gently rolled on top of her, resting most of her weight on her elbows with her hips between Beca's legs. Beca moved one hand behind Chloe's neck and pulled her down into a kiss that slowly grew in intensity. Before long, Chloe's hips set a grinding rhythm and Beca's were matching her movements as their tongues twisted and curled around each other in a heated kiss.

Beca pulled back, looking up into Chloe's eyes as she caught her breath. "Chlo, seriously, I don't think…"

Chloe shifted her hips slightly, causing her thrusts to rub firmly against Beca's clit, eliciting a sharp moan from the brunette. She felt Chloe lean down to whisper in her ear, repeating the words spoken only moments ago. "I promised you all night long, Becs. And I always, always keep my promises."

Beca tugged the blanket tighter around her shoulders, leaning easily against the railing of Chloe's small balcony, watching the sunrise. She heard the redhead step outside, feeling arms wrap around her holding a mug of coffee. Chloe leaned in pressing a kiss to her neck, which quickly turned into a muffled protest as Beca freed a hand, stealing the mug and taking a sip.

Chloe sighed, pulling the blanket aside to place a kiss on Beca's bare shoulder. "Morning, coffee thief," she said, moving her lips to Beca's neck as the brunette continued to sip from the steaming mug.

"I need it more than you do," Beca muttered, wondering how Chloe could be so wide awake after last night. Her body ached in all the right places, the redhead proving just how insatiable she was as she pushed Beca's body over the edge time and time again. "Seriously, how are you still going?" she asked, clutching the cup like a lifeline.

Chloe chuckled, resting her chin on the shorter girl's shoulder and wrapping her arms around her waist. "I do a lot of cardio," she confided. "And I'm not even counting what we did last night."

Beca snorted, replying, "Well, I am. That was the most cardio I've ever done in my life. It's debatable whether I'll make a full recovery."

"Okay, take the drama down a notch, princess," Chloe retorted, her voice heavy with sarcasm. "Besides, you certainly weren't complaining earlier."

Beca smirked as memories of the night flashed through her mind. "That's because my mouth was otherwise engaged," she shot back, leaning forward a bit to turn her head and look at Chloe.

Chloe got a faraway look in her eyes, murmuring, "Mmm yeah, I didn't mind that at all."

Beca rolled her eyes, turning the rest of the way around to lean back against the railing, Chloe's hands on either side of her body trapping her there. She offered the cup to Chloe, watching as she took a sip and placed the mug on the railing a few feet away. Beca met Chloe's gaze, reaching her arms up around the redhead's neck before her eyes fluttered closed, leaning in to kiss her softly. She felt the blanket fall away as she pressed closer, preferring the warmth from the taller woman's body that seeped easily through the thin tank top she'd borrowed.

Beca leaned back, spinning around in Chloe's arms to look out at the sunrise. "I could get used to this," she said softly, loving the way Chloe immediately pressed against her back.

She felt Chloe's breath warm against her neck as she responded, a touch of humor in her voice "You should sleep at Stacie's every weekend." Beca grinned, before exhaling and stiffening as she thought ahead to next weekend, remembering the conversation with her parents yesterday morning.

Chloe suddenly stepped back from her, asking, "Was that too much? I didn't mean to assume you'd want to stay here that often..." She trailed off as Beca quickly turned around, realizing the redhead couldn't see her grin.

"No, no, I just remembered something that I need to tell you," she said with an easy smile, reaching over and grabbing the coffee cup, before ducking under Chloe's arm and walking back inside the apartment. "But first, more coffee," she called over her shoulder.

(CHLOE'S POV)

Chloe rolled her eyes as she watched Beca stroll back inside, reaching down and picking up the blanket that had fallen to the ground. She sighed, realizing just how much the brunette was rubbing off on her in a short amount of time. Her feelings had only intensified with the added physical part of their relationship, and Chloe had never felt this strongly for someone. She literally could not get enough of Beca, and it didn't help that the shorter girl was amazing in bed. Her mind drifted back over their first full night together, slightly surprised at how quickly Beca had agreed to the handcuffs; then how she had slowly and purposefully gotten her revenge for the way Chloe teased and tortured her. She hadn't been able to resist having Beca at her mercy, loving the way she was able to break down all the defensive and sarcastic walls until the brunette was open, vulnerable, and begging for her. Hearing Beca whimper and beg was probably the hottest thing she's ever experienced.

Her brain took a left turn, surprisingly recalling her last conversation with Jess. Chloe had called her best friend on Monday when she returned to her apartment, the day she admitted her feelings to the brunette, and then sort of kidnapped her from school.

Chloe locked the door, tossed her keys on the table, and settled onto the couch with her phone. Looking around, a grin spread over her lips, remembering what she had Beca had done less than an hour ago on this couch, and wondered if it maybe wasn't the best spot to have a serious conversation with her best friend. Too lazy to move, she scrolled through her phone until she found Jess' name and called her.

"Hey Chlo!" Jess' voice sounded in her ear, causing Chloe feel a pang of hurt, missing the times where her best friend would be curled up on the couch beside her. "I was just thinking about calling you in the next few days. Am I still invited out for a visit over fall break? And can Ash come?"

Chloe's heart soared at the thought of Jess visiting, quickly answering, "YES! I totally forgot we talked about that. And of course Ashley can come, I'd love to see both of you!"

"Great!" came the response. "I mentioned coming out to visit you and Ash said she's always wanted to go to California. We decided to make it a mini vacation slash visit my best friend trip," Jess rambled happily. "I miss you like crazy, girl!"

Chloe felt herself getting a little emotional, before shaking her head feeling foolish. "I miss you too, Jess. I...uh...actually have something to tell you."

"You slept with her, didn't you."

Chloe frowned at her phone. Not only had Jess correctly guessed the news, she had phrased it as a statement, like it wasn't even really a guess. "How did you...yes, I did," she admitted, suddenly feeling like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"And?" Jess asked, this time her voice rising at the end curiously.

Chloe sighed, the smile returning to her face as she answered, "It was fucking incredible."

"Do you regret it?"

"No, but I feel like I should. Maybe a little," Chloe replied, her answer shifting the more she thought about it. "Honestly, I kinda wish I hadn't waited so long, which only amplifies the guilt. Did I just make a huge mistake?"

Jess didn't answer right away, causing Chloe to nervously bite down on her bottom lip. Finally, her friend spoke, "I can't answer that, only you can. Was it a one time thing? Was that enough, or do you want to do it again?"

"It wasn't a one time thing," she answered softly. "I think I'm in big trouble, Jess. I want to date her. She makes me jealous...I've never been jealous in my life."

Jess laughed at that statement. "I think I'd like to meet this girl who has such an effect on my best friend. Will she be around next weekend?"

Chloe sighed and shook her head, the smile creeping back on her face. "She should be. Maybe we can all have dinner here one night. We'll see, we haven't really talked about...whatever it is we're doing."

Jess' reply floated through the phone, as if she wasn't speaking directly into the microphone. "Come on, Chlo, make it happen." Her voice returned to it's normal volume as she continued, "Ash says hi, and thanks for letting her tag along."

"As if it's a huge burden," Chloe laughed, rolling her eyes.

"She also says she wants to meet this Beca, and threaten her life if she hurts you." Chloe could tell Jess turned her head away from the phone again as she heard her friend shout faintly, "Isn't that supposed to be my job?"

"Okay Mom, take it easy," Chloe quipped, drawing a laugh from her best friend, before changing the subject to discuss travel plans.

Chloe smiled, remembering her friend's advice on how to proceed with Beca, and promising to support her no matter what. Her eyes widened as she realized Jess and Ashley were arriving this week, and recalling that they wanted to meet Beca. She wasn't sure how Beca would feel about meeting two of her closest friends, if that was a step she wasn't interested in taking right now. Still, Chloe found herself wanting to introduce them, wanting them to get an idea of why she was risking so much for this girl.

Chloe followed the brunette back inside, saying, "I've got something to talk to you about as well."

She looked up, grinning when she spotted Beca in the kitchen near the coffeepot, clutching the mug like it was her most precious possession. Chloe sat down on one end of the couch, watching as Beca made her way over, eyeing her warily.

"Is this the part where you freak out and tell me to leave?" she asked, settling down opposite end of the couch. "I'm still kinda waiting for that to happen. All this seems too good to be true."

Chloe paused, her train of thought thrown for a loop as Beca so easily voiced her concerns. She figured that jumping right into it was the best approach. "Jess and her girlfriend are coming to visit me next weekend over fall break," she started, but Beca interrupted her before she could finish.

"Oh, okay," the brunette nodded, taking a sip of coffee. "And you want me to vanish while they're here? It's cool, Beale, I won't even be here next weekend."

Once again, Chloe wasn't expecting those words to come out of Beca's mouth, although this time she frowned and asked curiously, "Where are you going?"

Beca's grin lit up her face as she answered, "Hawaii!"

Chloe's frown stayed firmly in place as she asked another question. "Who are you going with?" She saw the mischievous look in the brunette's eyes, and wasn't sure she was going to like the answer.

"Oh, Stacie's taking me for our 3-year anniversary," came the reply, causing her eyes to narrow into a glare. Beca snorted into the cup before speaking again. "Yeah Beale, just keep trying to convince yourself you aren't jealous. I'm sorry though, that was mean."

Chloe crossed her arms over her chest. "Who are you really going with?"

Beca leaned back and explained, "This is the thing I wanted to tell you. Sheila accepted a job there from Monday through Friday of next week. Since my dad gets fall break from the university, he's joining her on Tuesday, and they're flying me out Thursday after school to make it a family thing. We're all flying back together on Monday."

As much as she wanted to be irritated with Beca, the girl's excitement was contagious, and Chloe broke into a smile. She could tell how much Beca was looking forward to the trip, and wondered how much time she got to spend with her parents. "That sounds amazing, Becs," she said, genuinely happy for her.

Beca nodded, setting her mug on the table before bouncing a little on the cushion, grinning at her. Chloe shook her head and laughed at the brunette's antics, loving the way she let her guard down when they were alone. She felt privileged to get to see that side of Beca, understanding quickly in the short amount of time they'd spent together just how guarded the brunette truly was.

Beca's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "Sorry I interrupted you before. You said your best friend is coming to town?"

Chloe felt nervous as she replied, "Yeah, Jess and her girlfriend, Ashley, are coming to visit over fall break, and they wanted to meet you." She said the words cautiously, not knowing how Beca would react. "They fly in Wednesday evening, and I thought we could order takeout or pizza and have dinner here."

Beca's face was expressionless as she stared at Chloe. "You want me to meet them?" she asked slowly.

Chloe quickly backtracked, "If that's weird or it makes you uncomfortable you totes don't have to come. I just promised Jess I'd ask, and she's heard so much about you she hoped to meet you in person. Just, forget I asked," Chloe finished, forcing herself to shut up, warily eyeing the amused expression Beca was now wearing. "What?" she asked, crossing her arms back over her chest.

Beca raised her eyebrows. "Did you just say 'totes?' As in, totally?"

Chloe frowned at her. "Seriously? Is that all you picked up from that?"

"Yep," Beca replied, popping the 'p' and she chuckled to herself, rolling her eyes mumbling 'totes' under her breath. Chloe glared at her, causing the brunette to hold her hands up in defense. "Okay, okay, I heard what you said. I just...isn't that kind of a big deal?"

"I've met your best friend," Chloe countered, knowing it wasn't the same at all.

Beca sputtered out, "Well that's...that's completely different. Besides, my best friend doesn't think I'm making a huge mistake," she added looking down at her fingers, her voice low.

Chloe's eyes widened as she realized how insecure Beca felt about their relationship. The initial outburst about disappearing probably should have clued her in, but it was just now hitting her. Chloe knew it was her own doing, for sending the brunette such mixed signals for a while. She slid across the couch, straddling Beca's hips, forcing her to meet her gaze. "She doesn't think that, and neither do I," Chloe said, her voice even and sure.

She couldn't help the smile that formed on her lips as Beca's hands slid around her waist. "You sure about that, Beale?"

Chloe nodded, leaning down and pressing her lips to Beca's, before pulling back and whispering, "I'd love it if you came to dinner."

Beca sighed, biting down on her lower lip before looking back up into her eyes, and agreed. "Okay Chlo, I'll be here."

Chloe's cheeks hurt from smiling so widely, and she leaned down to kiss Beca again, this time pressing herself firmly into the brunette's body. The thin layers of clothing were doing nothing to stop the heat spreading between them, and Chloe pulled back with a contented sigh. It only lasted a moment, as Beca reconnected their lips, and Chloe felt her hands sneak under her t-shirt to touch bare skin. She leaned back again, but Beca wasn't discouraged, instead shifting her lips to Chloe's throat.

"Don't start something you can't finish, Mitchell" Chloe said breathlessly, tangling her fingers in Beca's hair as the brunette feathered kisses along her neck.

She felt Beca smirk against her skin as she replied, "Challenge accepted, Beale."

Chloe rolled her eyes, her smile returning as she said, "You would take after Barney Stinson."

"Uh, of course I would," Beca retorted, moving back up to kiss her lips. Before Chloe could respond, Beca was lifting her t-shirt up, stripping it off her.

"Birthday Suit-Up, Beale."

A/N: As always, thank you thank you thank you to my beta Ravenclawsome33!

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