Chapter 17
A/N: Trust me guys, I wish I could update this story every day. Thanks for being patient and understanding that real life gets in the way sometimes :-).
Beca focused intently on the music flowing through her headphones, slowly adjusting the baseline of her new mix. 'Perfect,' she thought, just before something soft and squishy collided with the back of her head. Without pausing the track, she spun around to find Sheila grinning in her doorway. Beca slid her headphones down around her neck and rolled her eyes, saying, "Hello, Stepmonster. Let me guess, you could sense I was having fun? You've come to fulfill your life's mission of making me miserable? Run out of small neighborhood children to prey on?"
"Nailed it," Sheila replied. "What kind of parent would I be if I left you here all alone to run wild and have fun while your dad and I are in Hawaii? So, we got you a babysitter."
Beca gave her a hard stare, knowing Sheila was lying. Calling her bluff, she responded, cockily "Yeah right, I haven't had a babysitter in years. Who did you call?" She spun back around in her chair, pausing the music still flowing through her headphones.
Without hesitating, Sheila said, "Your grandmother."
"What?!" Beca gulped, feeling the color drain from her face as she whirled back around to stare at Sheila. 'No, sack up, dude! She's just messing with you.' As much as Beca wanted to believe her brain, the thought of having to spend two days with her grandmother was overpowering. "But not even Dad likes Grandma! You guys can't do this to me. I can't avoid her for two days!" Beca protested, hiding her face in her hands.
Peeking up at her stepmom through her fingers, Beca asked, "You're fucking with me, right?"
Sheila sighed and narrowed her eyes, her tone revealing she wasn't really upset. "Language, kid! But yeah, I'm totally fucking with you," she replied, before winking and chuckling at Beca's reaction.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Beca mumbled. "You curse all the time. Whatcha want, anyways?"
"I'm an adult, and I can say what I want," Sheila said, lifting her head to look down her nose at Beca. "You are a child, and therefore still have to watch your mouth. And, I need a ride to the airport."
Beca shook her head. "No way. I'd rather do...well...anything than drive to the airport. That place is a traffic nightmare! Ask your husband."
Sheila smirked again, stating, "First, I wasn't asking. You're driving me to the airport. Second, I wanted to chat with you anyways. You've been hidden away in here moping since last night. What's going on kid?"
"I haven't been moping," Beca replied instantly, though she couldn't help the frown that crossed her face at the thought of her fight with Chloe.
Sheila rolled her eyes, her tone heavy with sarcasm. "Uh huh. You also don't cut classes and always get up for school on time."
Beca's eyes narrowed as she pointed a finger at Sheila, "I haven't cut class in forever!"
"What about English class last Wednesday?"
Beca thought for a minute before crossing her arms and protesting, "That wasn't my fault! I was a few minutes late and Gen...Ms. Posen locked the door and wouldn't let me in."
Sheila shook her head, though a small smiled played across her lips. "No excuses. Meet you at the car in five minutes," she said, before walking off down the hall.
Beca sighed and spun back around in her chair, saving the progress on her latest mix and placing her headphones on top of her mixing board. Standing up and stretching, her phone buzzed signaling an incoming call. Glancing at her desk, she saw it was from Chloe, and quickly declined it. Shoving the phone in her back pocket, she grabbed the plaid shirt that was hanging off the back of her chair and put it on, leaving it open over a tank top.
By the time she made it outside, Sheila was waiting patiently by the car, looking at something on her phone. Beca unlocked the doors and popped the trunk before sliding behind the wheel and connecting her phone to the car's Bluetooth. She usually didn't bother, but she didn't feel like getting the safe driving lecture today.
Sheila climbed in beside her, snatching the phone before Beca could pick out a playlist.
"Aww, come on! Driving in silence is the worst," she complained, reaching across her stepmom for the phone.
"No distractions," Sheila said firmly, holding the phone away from Beca. "Besides, it won't be silent because you're going to tell me what's going on with you. I feel like I've barely seen you all week. Spill, kid," she said affectionately.
Beca sighed, starting the car and pulling out of the driveway, not knowing where to begin. There were so many things she wanted to ask Sheila, and so many things she couldn't talk about. Knowing she needed to tread carefully, she asked, "How did you know you loved my dad?"
'Shit, wrong move,' she thought, as she saw Sheila studying her curiously out of the corner of her eye.
"Girl trouble, then?" Sheila asked, nodding to herself.
Beca quickly shook her head but Sheila spoke first, cutting her off. "That was rhetorical. And don't lie to me," she quipped, flicking Beca's ear.
"Hey! Don't mess with the driver!" Beca shot back, before giving her stepmom a guilty smile. "Sorry. There's just this girl, and I think I like her, but..." She paused, not really knowing how to continue.
"I knew I loved your dad the day he introduced me to you," Sheila said confidently.
Beca glanced over at her, confused. "What? That doesn't make any sense."
Sheila chuckled. "It makes perfect sense. We'd been dating for a few months, maybe five or six actually. He had told me a little about your mom, and a whole lot about you. When he brought you over for dinner that night, I knew that he was trusting me with the biggest part of his life. It showed me that he was willing to open up completely and try again."
Beca remained silent, processing Sheila's words. They had never discussed this topic so seriously before, and she was admittedly caught off guard.
"You really sealed the deal though," Sheila quipped, trying to lighten the tension that was thick in the air. "You were such a cool kid, I knew I had to lock you both down before some other bimbo swooped in and stole you away."
Beca laughed, shaking her head lightly at the thought. "So you're admitting that you're a bimbo?"
Sheila rolled her eyes. "That's all you got from that?"
Beca nodded as she replied, "Yeah, pretty much. Want to say it one more time so I can record it and use it against you forever?"
"Never gonna happen," Sheila responded. "So tell me about your girl."
"Uh...well, it's complicated," Beca began, tapping her fingers on the wheel.
"It usually is. Let's see if we can un-complicate it," Sheila suggested.
Beca took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she pondered how to have this conversation. "So I met her at the beginning of the school year, but we just started really hanging out...well not that long ago. Um...I like her, she's really cool and different from anyone I've ever met. But, I'm not sure I should get too serious about a relationship when I'm leaving for LA so soon." Beca trailed off, trying to figure out how to continue without giving away too much information. Feeling Sheila's eyes on her, she glanced over nervously, asking, "What?"
Her stepmom shrugged, casually stating, "I've never heard you use the R-word before, kid. This one must be pretty special. You've never voluntarily introduced us to any of your...friends before. Not since we banned sleepovers, anyways."
Beca grinned, remembering exactly why Stacie was the only girl allowed to spend the night anymore. "I was going to tell you I was gay," she began, smirking over at Sheila. "But then I realized how easy it was to have girls spend the night and I changed my mind." Laughing at Sheila's exasperated look, she added, "How was I supposed to know Zoey was going to be loud enough to wake you two up? You guys sleep like the dead."
Sheila snorted, "Because we weren't sleeping, kid. It was very disconcerting to know that our fifteen-year old was getting more action than I was."
Beca scrunched up her nose. "Dude, gross!" she exclaimed. "In my mind, you don't get any action. Ever."
"Keep telling yourself that, kid. Your dad is actually..."
Beca interrupted her stepmom sharply, "NO! No, no, no. You'll scar me for life. What kind of parent are you?"
Sheila grinned, answering, "The kind that got thrown into parenting a teenager and is making it up as she goes along. Doing a pretty damn good job too."
"Keep telling yourself that," Beca snickered, throwing Sheila's words back at her.
Sheila laughed, nodding as she said, "Touche."
They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, Beca casually changing lanes on the highway as she avoided slower cars.
Eventually, Sheila's voice cut through the quiet. "So, what's the problem? She doesn't want to date you because you're leaving?"
Beca shifted uncomfortably, replying, "Uh...not exactly. Kinda the opposite. I think she wants us to be a couple."
"And you don't want that?"
"I don't know," Beca admitted, her tone giving away her frustration at the subject. "It just seems easier not to get too serious since it probably won't work out anyways."
The concern in her stepmom's voice got her attention. "Becs, it's okay to put yourself out there. It's scary as hell, but it's worth it. What are you afraid of?"
Beca felt the tightening in her chest, knowing Sheila had hit the nail on the head. She was absolutely terrified to put herself out there, to trust someone else. Despite the fact that Chloe had this creepy way of making Beca spill her deepest secrets, it was still almost impossible for her to imagine being that vulnerable with anyone.
She eventually replied, "Uh...well...I'm not afraid, it's just...it's not as simple as that." Beca knew it sounded lame, but she couldn't discuss the details of whatever was happening with Chloe.
Sheila raised her eyebrows at the words. "You know, I've almost always found these things are a lot less complicated than people think. Will you get out of your head for one minute, and answer these questions?"
Beca nodded, glancing over at her expectantly. "Okay, sure," she replied.
"Yes or no, do you like spending time with her?" Sheila asked.
"Yes."
"Are you happy when you're around her?"
"Yeah, when she's not criticizing my life choices," Beca responded, a touch of irritation creeping into her voice.
"Drop the attitude, thanks. And the commentary. These are yes or no only," Sheila scolded. "You're ruining the exercise."
Beca shot back, "Well you weren't clear on the rules!"
Sheila rolled her eyes and clearly bit back her retort. "Geez kid, I have no idea how you haven't given me an ulcer over the years. Stop being difficult. Next question. Putting aside all other factors, do you want to be with her?"
Beca took a deep breath before nodding silently. Glancing at Sheila's glare, she quickly said, "Okay, yes! Yes, I want to be with her. I'm just...she's way too good for me, you know? I don't even know why she likes me."
"Hang on a second, when did you get insecure?" Sheila's face was the picture of concern. "Beca, you've always been confident in yourself. What's going on?"
Beca remained silent, thinking, 'When I started sleeping with my gorgeous, brilliant teacher and she asked me to be her girlfriend.' Instead, she shrugged and breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing the airport was the next exit.
"I want to meet her," Sheila stated firmly.
"No way," Beca scoffed, shifting uncomfortably under her stepmom's stare.
She refused to speak as she followed the ramp off the highway that lead into the airport, eventually pulling up to the curb in front of the terminal. Beca leaned across the seat to give Sheila a hug, feeling guilty at the concerned look that was still on her stepmom's face.
"Becs, you know you can talk to your dad and I about anything, right?" Sheila asked, pulling back from the hug.
Beca nodded. "Yeah, of course," she replied, forcing a smile. "Have a safe flight. I'll see you in a few days."
Sheila smiled back, shaking her head. "God, you're a terrible liar. I'll see you on Thursday. Please don't give your dad too much grief," she said, exiting the car. Before shutting the door, she leaned back down and added, "And get up for school on time!"
Beca smirked, giving Sheila a sarcastic salute and replying, "Sure thing, Stepmonster."
Sheila huffed in mock annoyance, closing the door and moving to grab her suitcase from the trunk.
Beca waved as she watched her walk inside the terminal, grabbing her phone from the cupholder and putting on some music before pulling away from the curb. Navigating through the airport traffic, she relaxed into the seat upon re-entering the highway. Her thoughts turned instantly to Chloe, as they so often did lately, and Beca knew she needed to make a decision where the redhead was concerned. Stacie was right, and as much as she didn't want to admit it, her feelings for Chloe were far from casual. Beca regretted her moment of panic and anger in Chloe's apartment, and felt slightly hypocritical because of how angry she'd been after Chloe had fled her kitchen that night a few months ago. She wasn't any better, having run away at the first sign of trouble.
If she was being honest with herself, deep down she knew she wanted what her parents had, what her dad and Sheila have. That openly loving, honest relationship that is built on trust. The only problem is to have a relationship like that, you have to be open and honest, and trust the other person completely. Beca shook her head as the idea consumed her, not believing she could do it. It looked so easy for everyone else, but just the thought had her heart racing anxiously and her palms sweating against the steering wheel.
A ringing sound disrupted the music playing through the speakers, and Beca realized it was her phone. She automatically pressed the button on the steering wheel and answered it, assuming it was her dad calling about dinner.
"Beca?" Chloe's voice spoke her name cautiously. "Please don't hang up!" She quickly added, and Beca's finger froze guiltily over the button that would have done just that. "Are you there?"
Beca swallowed, slowly answering, "Yeah, I'm here. What do you want?"
Chloe sighed, responding, "I just want to apologize for yesterday. Can you come over for a little bit? Just to talk?"
Beca stayed silent, her mind working overtime as she tried to come to a decision. Finally, she made up her mind. "No, I can't. I've got a lot of homework," she lied, fully intending on spending the rest of the evening in front of her mixing board.
The disappointment in Chloe's voice nearly changed her mind. "Becs, I'm really sorry. Just give me ten minutes."
Beca knew if she went over to Chloe's apartment she would cave like a house of cards. Maybe it would be good though, to tell Chloe in person that she couldn't do the whole relationship thing. That was the mature thing to do right?
She sighed. "Okay, I'll be there in twenty minutes," and hung up the phone, Chloe's slightly more upbeat reply still ringing in her ears.
The drive flew by, as Beca's mind assured her over and over she was making the right decision. This whole thing was a bad idea from the start. Someone would find out, and then Chloe would be in real trouble. When she moves to LA they'd have to end things anyway, so why even get started?
By the time she pulled into a parking spot in front of Chloe's building, Beca was confident in her decision. She knocked on Chloe's door, automatically taking a step back before it opened, feeling the nerves settle into her stomach. The door opened, and Beca looked at Chloe's tentative smile, before becoming distracted by the redhead's eyes roaming over her body. She quickly looked down, walking inside and hearing the door shut behind her. Making her way over to the couch, she turned to face Chloe, leaning against the back of it.
"Okay, I'm here. You've got ten minutes," Beca started, letting Chloe know that she definitely wouldn't be staying. She was glad for the distance between them, as Chloe's jeans molded to every curve, the faded v-neck temptingly drawing Beca's eyes lower.
Chloe nodded, starting to walk towards her but stopped at the frown on Beca's face. "Thanks, Becs," she said nervously. "I'm so sorry for how I reacted when you told me you didn't want to go to college. I guess that's a sore spot for me since I believe so strongly in education. It's not my place to criticize you, or judge you for not wanting to go."
The memory of their fight sparked Beca's anger. "No, it's not. You don't know anything about me, or how hard I've worked to get to this point; where moving to LA is an actual possibility," she said sharply.
"I don't know anything about you because you never tell me anything!" Chloe exclaimed, frustration creeping into her tone.
Beca scoffed, "That's bullshit. You think I tell anyone who asks about my mom? Or my music? That I just play my original songs for anyone who asks?"
Chloe shook her head. "Beca, you never talk about anything personal! Telling me your mom died is stating a fact, not talking about it. I know your music is personal to you, but you never talk about that either. You know all kinds of stuff about me because I tell you things. I talk to you about my family back home, about Jess and how close we are. Hell, you don't even talk about Stacie around me, or why you two are such good friends."
Beca glared her, fuming as she replied, "I'm trying, okay! Playing that song for you WAS me opening up! I fucking write songs about you, Chloe. What do you think that means? Do you think this is easy for me? I have no idea what I'm doing!" she shouted, throwing up her hands in frustration.
"It's never easy!" Chloe shouted back, her hands firmly planted on her hips. "It's hard to open up and trust someone with the things that are important to you. But when that person is also one of those things, you just do it!"
When Beca stayed silent, crossing her arms over her chest, Chloe continued in a softer tone. "I'm sorry, I didn't ask you here to fight more."
"Why did you want me to come over then," Beca asked, her voice also returning to a normal volume. She didn't want to fight with Chloe either.
Chloe stepped closer to her, and Beca shifted nervously as the redhead stopped in front of her before speaking. "I did want to apologize, face to face, but there's another reason" she said, taking a deep breath. "I meant it yesterday when I asked you to be my girlfriend. Before you really gave me an answer, things blew up and you were gone. But, I want an answer," she finished, looking into Beca's eyes.
Beca was having difficulty focusing on what Chloe was saying, the redhead's body distracting her by being positioned so close to her own. "Um...I..." she stuttered, taking a breath. Instead of clearing her mind, she inhaled Chloe's perfume, which only succeeded in the desperate desire to do it again. Beca closed her eyes and refocused, before meeting Chloe's stare. "No," she said softly.
It was definitely not the answer Chloe was expecting, if her shocked expression was anything to go by. "Beca," she said, her voice wavering a little. "I want you. I want to be with you. You really don't feel the same way?"
Beca hesitated this time, the breath catching in her throat. Because of course she felt the same way. Who in their right mind would turn down a shot at being Chloe Beale's girlfriend? Only her. She had spent the rest of the drive over convincing herself it was the right move, that only bad would come of their relationship if they took it any farther.
"It doesn't matter," Beca stated, already looking around the apartment as she plotted the fastest way to escape. "This will never work," she said, gesturing between them.
She knew instantly that it was the wrong thing to say. But she couldn't outright lie to Chloe's face and tell her she didn't want her. How could she not?
Chloe leveled her gaze, looking seriously at Beca. "So, you don't want me? Or you do, but you just don't want to try?" As she spoke, Chloe stepped closer to Beca, almost making contact.
Beca quickly looked down, her eyes shooting up to meet Chloe's. She stepped to the side, putting some space between them as her brain fought to come up with an answer. "I don't want you," she said lamely, sliding past Chloe, her eyes on the door. Just as she grabbed the doorknob, Chloe's voice rang out confidently and caused her to freeze.
"You're lying."
Beca spun around, studying the redhead who was now frowning at her. She shook her head, looking down and mumbling, "No, I'm not. I'm just not telling you what you want to hear."
Chloe studied her for a moment. "What are you so afraid of? I'm the one who's risking everything in wanting to be with you. I overreacted yesterday and killed the moment, and I'm sorry. But, I don't believe you, not for one second. If you don't want me, come over here, look me in the eyes, and tell me." Chloe's voice wavered at the end, but there was a determined look on her face.
Beca returned the hard stare, striding confidently over and stopping right in front of her teacher, resolute in sticking to her plan. She met Chloe's stare, her voice low as she said, "I...I don't..." Beca trailed off, hesitating as her body responded to being so close to Chloe's.
She tried again, without any real conviction. "I don't...I...oh, fuck it all." Beca stepped closer, pressing her body against Chloe's as she kissed her. Chloe didn't hesitate, kissing her back as her hands immediately gripped Beca's hips.
Chloe pulled back, kissing her once more before touching her forehead to Beca's. "You're a terrible liar, Mitchell," she teased, a smile playing across her lips.
Beca sighed and nodded, replying, "You're the second person who's told me that today. It must be true." She reached up, sliding her arms around Chloe's neck and pulling her down into another kiss, letting out a frustrated groan when the redhead pulled back again after a few seconds.
"Tell me you want me," Chloe whispered against her lips.
Beca closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before answering. "I want you," she whispered back, kissing Chloe again. "God, I want you so bad," she continued, pressing another kiss to Chloe's lips and sliding her hands underneath the redhead's shirt. Beca deepened the kiss when Chloe moaned at the touch of her fingers against bare skin, her shirt riding up.
Chloe spun them around, forcing Beca to take a few steps backwards to keep from falling over. She moved her lips to Beca's ear, murmuring, "Be my girlfriend."
Beca swallowed hard at her words, combined with Chloe's tongue tracing over her piercings. It wasn't a question, more of a command, and Beca had no intention of doing anything that would cause Chloe to stop touching her. Her resolve had been thoroughly shattered, and Beca decided she didn't care one bit. Not as long as Chloe could make her feel like this.
"Okay," she managed, just before Chloe's tongue found a sensitive spot on her neck, drawing a gasp from her lips.
Chloe immediately pulled back, eyes shining as she looking down at Beca. "Okay?" she asked, a grin spreading quickly across her face.
Beca nodded, unable to prevent a matching grin from gracing her own lips. "Yeah, Beale. I'll be your girlfriend," she said with a smirk, taking a step back and purposefully trailing her eyes down Chloe's body. There was no point in denying her feelings anymore. Chloe had called her bluff and she had folded even faster than she imagined.
Chloe closed the distance between them before Beca could react, kissing her soundly. She pressed against Beca again, forcing her to take a few more steps backwards until she hit something solid. Chloe wasn't fazed, slipping a leg in between Beca's and pressing a thigh up against her, drawing out a moan. Beca leaned her head back as Chloe's lips returned to her neck, realizing they were pressed against the bedroom door. She moaned again as Chloe's hands found her breasts, grinding down on the redhead's thigh that was pressing against her in just the right way.
Suddenly, Chloe pulled back, breathing heavily as she looked into Beca's eyes. "I'm sorry about yesterday. I know you're going to be an amazing music producer someday, without a doubt."
Beca gave her a small smile before leaning up to kiss her. "I know," she said, kissing Chloe again. "It's okay. I'm sorry I left. I should have stayed."
Chloe kissed her back, gripping the open halves of Beca's plaid shirt and pulling her closer. "Yeah, you should have. But, it's okay. You're here now." She reached to the side and opened the door, sending them stumbling into the bedroom. As Beca regained her balance, Chloe's lips were back on hers, this time with more urgency. The redhead pushed the shirt off Beca's shoulders, tugging it off and throwing it away.
Clothes flew off as they grew impatient, only taking a few minutes before Chloe shoved Beca onto the bed naked, quickly sliding on top of her. Beca moved a hand behind Chloe's neck, into her hair, pulling her into a kiss. Chloe didn't stay long though, moving lower to press her lips to Beca's breasts over and over until the brunette was whimpering under her.
"Chlo," Beca gasped as a warm, wet, tongue circled around her nipple. Whatever she wanted to say next was lost when Chloe's fingers trailed down her stomach, moving lower between her legs. Beca tightened her fingers in Chloe's hair, moaning as a finger slowly slid inside her, before moving to rub against her clit.
"Fuck, Chlo," Beca mumbled, her hips lifting up, searching for more contact.
Chloe started to rub firm circles over Beca's clit, sliding up to whisper in her ear, "Does that feel good, baby?"
Beca's hips were thrusting in time with Chloe's fingers, as she moaned, "Fuck yes…God, don't stop. Don't stop."
Despite her pleas, Chloe's fingers slowed, and Beca whined in protest as her hips moved frantically. She felt Chloe enter her again, thrusting a few times before a second finger joined the first. Finding a rhythm, Beca felt heat spread through her, moaning as Chloe curled her fingers just right. The redhead was whispering in her ear again, overloading her senses. "Don't hold back. I want to hear you, Becs. I want to hear the sounds you make when I touch you. When I do this…"
Beca heard her voice trail off, feeling a teasing finger find her clit again, applying just the right amount of pressure. She moaned loudly, her hand sliding down to grab Chloe's shoulder. Beca was whimpering as each stroke of Chloe's fingers brought her that much closer to the edge, and the voice in her ear was only speeding things up.
"Come for me, Becs," Chloe murmured, her voice low and full of lust in Beca's ear. It was her undoing as Beca felt her body tense up, crying out Chloe's name as her fingers didn't miss a beat, thrusting and teasing through her orgasm.
"Chloe," she gasped, as the redhead quickened her movements before kissing her way down Beca's stomach. "No, Chlo…I…fuck!" The words died in her throat when she felt Chloe's mouth between her legs. Before long her hips were thrusting against Chloe's tongue, and she was begging for release all over again, letting go with a high-pitched moan, her fingers twisted desperately in red curls.
Chloe crawled back up the bed, a smug look on her face as she pressed her lips to Beca's shoulder, watching the brunette try to catch her breath. Beca watched Chloe straddle her hips, feeling just how turned on she was. "Geez, woman," she panted. "Can you give me two minutes to recover before attacking me again?"
Chloe slyly shook her head, gently grinding down against the brunette's hips. Beca quickly rolled them over and leaned down to kiss her lips. She trailed her fingers up the inside of Chloe's thigh, feeling the redhead spread her legs wider. Beca paused for a minute to admire her girlfriend's flexibility, mumbling, "You are so hot."
It didn't take long for Chloe to grow impatient. "Beca, I swear if you don't touch me in the next five seconds you will deeply regret it," she threatened.
Beca smirked down at her, complying by sliding a finger inside her, enjoying the way Chloe gasped at the feeling. "Is that so," she stated, gently thrusting into her, going deeper each time. "Just how…deeply…will I regret it," she teased, pressing deeper to emphasize the word.
Chloe moaned and thrust up against her hand, causing Beca's smirk to widen. She added a second finger on the next thrust, loving how Chloe whimpered in response. Keeping her pace slow, Beca began kissing up Chloe's stomach, tugging gently at each nipple with her lips. She started thrusting her fingers a little faster, matching the rhythm of Chloe's hips as they sped up.
Moving lower, Beca pressed her tongue to Chloe's clit, grinning at the sharp moan that pierced the room. She began to hum Titanium, letting Chloe feel the vibrations as she matched her fingers to the tempo of the song.
Chloe's voice broke her concentration, moaning out Beca's name as she reached the chorus, tangling her fingers in Beca's hair. She skipped the second verse, instead heading straight for the bridge, knowing that Chloe was close. Beca curled her fingers on the next thrust, feeling Chloe's walls tighten around them. She continued humming as Chloe came hard, the redhead's hand holding her firmly in place as her muscles tensed, her cries definitely loud enough to alert the neighbors of their activities.
Beca slowly moved back up the bed, opening her arms as Chloe curled into her body. She had been insane to try and end things with the redhead. How could she have ever come to that conclusion when Chloe was capable of making her feel so good? She felt completely content in this moment, at peace with her girlfriend. 'Shit, my girlfriend,' her brain processed, her lips spreading into a goofy grin.
"Mmm, you look happy." Chloe's voice mumbled, her head laying back down against Beca's chest.
Beca smirked, replying, "Well, I did just get laid. That usually makes me happy."
Chloe rolled her eyes. "Classy, Mitchell. Is that anyway to talk about your girlfriend?" Chloe asked, smiling herself at the question.
"Is there a higher compliment than letting my girlfriend know she's awesome in the sack? Not everyone is, you know" Beca responded, trailing her fingers down Chloe's arm.
"I'm so glad I live up to your standards," Chloe huffed, before reaching up and smacking the back of Beca's head. "Ass."
Beca chuckled, sliding her hand lower and giving one of Chloe's cheeks a squeeze. "You have a fantastic one, but that v-neck did me in. Did you do that on purpose?" she asked curiously.
Chloe yawned and nodded. "Yeah, guilty as charged. You stare at my boobs all the time."
Beca shrugged, moving her hands to Chloe's chest, gently pushing the redhead onto her back and settling on top of her, straddling her waist. "Can you blame me? Your boobs are amazing. Have you…never mind, dumb question."
Chloe laughed, sliding her hands to Beca's thighs. "Yeah, I've seen them once or twice…" she trailed off, still chuckling.
Beca rolled her eyes, sighing. "Yeah, yeah, I stopped before I asked, didn't I? Doesn't that count for something?"
Chloe shook her head no, and Beca huffed, moving her hands to cup the redhead's breasts. Satisfied at the way Chloe sucked in a gulp of air, she leaned down and pressed a kiss between them. Trailing kisses over Chloe's neck, she finally reached her lips, kissing her slowly.
Chloe pulled back after a minute, asking, "Do you have to go soon? Or can you stay out on a school night?" she asked with a wink.
The thought of spending the night having makeup sex with Chloe was too tempting. She hopped off the bed and dug through her clothes until she found her phone, shooting off two quick texts to Stacie and her dad.
Beca [7:03PM]: Hey Stace. We made up. Cover for me tonight? THANKS
Beca [7:04PM]: Hey Pops. Working on a project with Stacie tonight. Gonna sleep at her place. See you tomorrow.
Tossing her phone onto the floor, she quickly slid back into bed next to Chloe, grinning as the redhead rolled on top of her, not hesitating in picking up where they left off.
A/N: As always, a massive thank you to my beta, Ravenclawsome33! Be sure to check out her stories if you haven't already!
Thanks to everyone who continues to read and review! It really is encouraging to know that people are excited to find out what happens next. Feel free to message me about this fic, though after this chapter I doubt you'll have much to complain about. I'm always game to talk Bechloe!