Chapter 23

A/N: Nearing the finish line people! I've planned out the rest of the story, and there will be 32 total chapters. Which, by the way, is completely insane to me, considering how I was lightyears away from something that size when I started this adventure. So, THANKS for all the motivation and encouragement!

Special shout out goes to the Guest who quoted LOTR! You are correct, and at some point I'll go back and change the movie to something truly sleep-worthy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect, or any of its characters.

Beca shot straight up in bed at the pounding on her door, only having a split second to prepare before her parents burst into the room and launched into the loudest, most off-key rendition of Happy Birthday she's ever heard. She immediately ducked back under the covers, pulling her pillow over her ears trying to block them out. Especially her dad, who wouldn't know how to find the pitch if it danced naked in front of him wearing Beca's headphones. 'Sheila's not terrible,' her brain reasoned, and those combined thoughts made Beca grin and peek out from under the covers.

"Happy Birthday, kid," Sheila said affectionately, sitting down on the edge of her bed and giving her a hug.

"I can't believe you're eighteen..." her dad trailed off, sighing and shaking his head. "Where did the time go?"

Beca smirked at him, asking Sheila, "Is he gonna cry?"

Ben rolled his eyes and coughed, gruffly stating, "Well if you're gonna be like that, maybe we won't give you your present after all."

"No!" Beca scrambled into a sitting position, looking hopefully at her parents. "What'd you get me this year?"

"An all-expenses paid trip to look at the colleges you've applied to!" Ben said, his voice overly cheery.

Beca's face fell as she looked at Sheila, who took pity on her and shook her head, laughing.

"Ben, don't tease her. You'd actually try to get her to go," Sheila chuckled, producing a small box wrapped in the comic section of the newspaper.

Beca sighed in relief, her smile returning as she opened the present, finding several folded pieces of paper inside. She opened them, her jaw dropping as she realized what they were. Looking back and forth between her dad and Sheila, she asked in disbelief, "Really?"

Sheila nodded, and Beca looked at the beaming look on her dad's face. "Dad...I..." she trailed off, unable to find the words. In her hands she held a signed agreement to ten sessions in a nearby professional recording studio with the owner and lead music producer. It was a small place but Beca recognized the name, wondering if one day she would own a small studio of her own just like it.

Ben spoke up, his voice proud as he said, "Becs, we know how much your music means to you. We want the best for you, and this is an amazing opportunity for you to develop a professional demo and get to learn from someone who's living your dream. I know we don't always agree on things, but I love you and I know this is what you want. One condition, though," he added, as Beca teared up at his words, swiping at them with the hand not clutching the papers.

"Yeah?" she asked, sniffling a little, and instantly leaning into Sheila's comforting hug.

Ben grinned and said, "We would love to be there for a few of the sessions. You have always said you're happiest when you're working with music, and I'd love to watch you do what you love best."

That did her in, and she buried her face into Sheila's shoulder, realizing that her dad did support her dreams. Beca had always known that her dad loved her, just that he thought he knew what was best and didn't really listen to what she wanted out of her life. She never would have expected this gift in her wildest dreams, and it provided the confirmation that he supported her unconditionally. Beca wasn't even aware of how much she needed that support from her dad, and the happiness that flooded her in that moment helped her realize just how much it meant to have it.

She pulled back from Sheila and hopped out of bed, hugging her dad fiercely. "Thank you," she said, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

Ben hugged her back, replying, "Beca, there's nothing more I want in this world than to see you happy, and I'll always support you. If making music makes you happy, then both Sheila and I want to do everything we can to help you."

Beca was completely overwhelmed at her dad's words, looking back to see Sheila's nod of confirmation. She pulled away to sit on the edge of her bed, reading over the papers in her hands again, still not quite believing they were real.

"You're gonna be a star, kid," Sheila said, winking at her. "I expect front row seats at the Grammys."

Beca laughed, wiping the last of the happy tears from her eyes. "You got it, stepmonster," she replied. Looking back at her dad, she asked hopefully, "Would it be too greedy to ask for birthday pancakes on top of this?"

That drew a laugh from her dad, who shook his head, answering, "I think we can whip up some pancakes. Get ready for school. You're not getting out of that just because it's your birthday. Also, congrats on surviving your punishment. You're officially no longer grounded."

Beca nodded, not caring one bit about school. She was going to record her songs in a professional studio and she was no longer grounded. Beca was on cloud nine, and nothing and no one could ruin her day.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Beca turned bright red as her friends yelled the words as soon as she came into view. They were all crowded around her locker, which had been wrapped from top to bottom in brightly colored wrapping paper and an assortment of bows.

Beca grinned as she approached, rolling her eyes at the sight saying, "It looks like Party City threw up on my locker."

Stacie instantly wrapped her in a hug, and Beca's face was once again smashed into her friend's generous cleavage. "Happy Birthday, best friend!" Stacie exclaimed, squeezing tighter.

Beca finally squirmed out of her hold, taking a deep breath and glaring at the taller girl. "Seriously, every time I think it'll be my last."

Fat Amy laughed, saying, "Happy Birthday, midget. Men would kill for what you just experienced. A few women too, probably..." she trailed off thoughtfully, before shoving a small bag into Beca's hands.

Beca looked inside to find three tiny bottles of liquor. "Uh...thanks?" she said, looking at her friend. "But I'm not getting drunk before first period, as much as it might help me tolerate Posen's class."

Fat Amy's eyes widened and she snatched the bag back. "Ah...yeah, sorry, that's mine," she said, digging around in her backpack before triumphantly holding up another small bag. "This one's yours."

Beca looked suspiciously at the new bag, not sure she wanted to open it. Peeking inside, she laughed and pulled out the small kangaroo standing on a little platform. "Thanks, Fat Amy," she said.

"Flick its tail!" the blonde said, winking at her.

The suspicion immediately returned, and Beca raised her eyebrows warily, looking at Stacie for confirmation. At her best friend's shrug, she flicked the tail, almost dropping the figure as it started to dance to "Down Under." Beca immediately burst out laughing as the little kangaroo sort of bounced along to the music. "I love it!" she said happily, as the dancing and music stopped.

"Shit, Posen's coming," Stacie said under her breath. "Must be time for class."

Beca spun around, looking down the hall as Aubrey and Chloe were walking towards their group. "Thanks guys, this was awesome," Beca said, as her friends said "Happy Birthday" once more before splitting up to go to their respective classes.

Stacie stuck beside her while she poked a hole in the paper to find her lock, eventually opening the door and grabbing her books. A voice behind her caused her to spin around.

"Beca, I didn't know it was your birthday today."

Beca looked up curiously at the expression on her girlfriend's face, knowing that Chloe knew exactly when her birthday was. Her gaze shifted to Aubrey, who looked disinterested and slightly annoyed that Chloe had stopped to talk to her.

"Uh yeah, every year on December second," she mumbled, avoiding looking at Aubrey.

"Well, Happy Birthday," Chloe said brightly, looking expectantly at Aubrey, whose eyebrows rose slightly in disbelief.

"Yes, um Happy Birthday, Beca," Aubrey said, and Beca grinned up at her, knowing how difficult that had been for the blonde.

"Thanks, Posen. Not even your class can ruin the day I'm having," she said happily, shutting the door and snapping the lock into place. "Better go. I wouldn't want to be late. Oh, and thanks Ms. Beale. See ya in Bio," she called, heading down the hallway towards English with Stacie.

Stacie eyed her, asking, "What the hell was that?"

Beca sighed, answering, "I never know how to act around her in front of people at school. It's like if I pay her too much attention everyone will magically know. We can talk about it later. Anyways, you'll never guess what dad and Sheila got me for my birthday..."

"Later" turned out to be their free period, and Beca collapsed onto the grass beside Stacie under their favorite tree, thankful for how warm it was despite being December.

Stacie didn't waste anytime in getting to the point. "What's going on with you two?"

Beca looked at her curiously, before realizing there were other students taking in the sunshine, though none very close to them. Safety first, she assumed.

"I've been grounded for three weeks," she said, her tone obviously frustrated. "We haven't been alone together in three weeks. Mostly just texted with a few phone calls here and there."

Stacie's hummed, her voice low when she spoke again. "Are you mad at her for getting us in trouble?"

Beca shook her head. "Nah, what was she supposed to do? Let Posen feed us to the wolves?"

"Yeah, you're right," Stacie sighed. "I feel bad though. I didn't even get in trouble. My dad thought it was funny when I told him about our songs. He wasn't thrilled about the drinking, but it was only a few beers."

"Not even Sheila could budge my dad this time. He admitted the next day it wasn't really that bad, but that he couldn't go back on his punishment. I argued for parole, but he stood firm," Beca replied, chuckling at the thought.

Stacie grinned, replying, "Yeah, that's too bad. Just grounded though, right?"

Beca nodded. "It really wasn't too bad. I just couldn't go anywhere. It actually gave me a lot of time to work on my music, since I got to keep my instruments and mixing equipment." Looking down at her fingers, Beca added quietly, "She apologized a lot. She didn't think I would get in trouble."

"How has it been...not being able to see her?" Stacie asked, her expression curious.

Beca sighed, a frown forming on her face. "Awful," she admitted. "I miss her all the time. It's even worse having to see her, but not being able to do anything...say anything."

Stacie reached over and rubbed her back comfortingly, saying brightly, "At least you're eighteen now. That solves one problem."

"True," Beca replied, smiling at her friend. "One down, one to go, right?" At Stacie's nod, she continued, "I was thinking of telling my parents that I'm dating someone. Not who or anything, but it's getting really hard to keep it from them. I think they might know already, and are just waiting for me to confirm it."

Stacie shrugged, looking at her thoughtfully. "Well, it might give you a little more freedom around them. Not having to watch what you say that might clue them in, especially if you think they already know. On the other hand, they're probably gonna want to meet her. I'd probably wait, if I were you. It'll cause more problems than it'll solve."

Beca frowned again, thinking through Stacie's words. "Maybe...maybe you're right," she sighed, running her fingers through her hair. Looking up at her friend, she said softly, "Stace, I think I'm falling for her."

Stacie turned sharply at her admission, studying her carefully. "Big words there, Becs," she replied. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Beca answered, her voice still quiet but her eyes serious. "I can't explain it, but I haven't felt like myself these past few weeks without her. She's beautiful and funny and smart and...perfect. She's perfect for me. I can't imagine being with anyone else."

"Have you told her?" Stacie asked.

Beca looked at her best friend and slowly shook her head. "I want to, I just...what if she doesn't feel the same way? I keep waiting for her to realize how crazy this is and break up with me. I'm really trying and putting myself out there, but I'm not sure I can take that leap."

Stacie nodded, understanding what Beca was struggling with. "Becs, that's completely understandable. It's okay to be scared. Falling in love has gotta be terrifying. I haven't spent a ton of time around the two of you, but she really likes you. The way she looks at you when you're not watching..." Stacie trailed off, smiling at Beca.

Beca pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on top of them. Chloe had been on her mind a lot lately, the time apart proving extremely difficult for her. She recalled their latest conversation, recognizing the redhead was on the verge of tears as she apologized for the hundredth time for getting her grounded, no matter how many times Beca assured her it wasn't her fault. She hated feeling powerless to comfort her girlfriend; hated not being able to touch her or hold her or kiss her. Most of all she missed the time they would spend together alone, away from the rest of the world, wrapped in the safe bubble that was Chloe's apartment.

Beca wasn't really sure if Chloe was struggling with the separation the way she was. At times, she felt the ache in her chest so powerfully that she seriously considered sneaking out and driving to her girlfriend's apartment. Chloe always seemed apologetic on the phone, and told her she missed her, but it was hard to get a read on someone's true emotions without being able to see them. They had tried to Skype once, but Sheila had entered Beca's room, resulting in her slamming her laptop shut and gaining a very suspicious look from her stepmom. She'd brushed it off, but it was one of the many reasons why Beca had a feeling her parents knew she was seeing someone.

It also hadn't helped that the one time Beca had attempted to spend her free period in Chloe's room, Aubrey had already been there. As usual, she and Aubrey exchanged a few barbs, resulting in Chloe asking her to leave and being forced to turn away from the smug expression on the blonde's face. It had hurt, despite knowing that Chloe had no choice with Aubrey sitting right there and had apologized later that evening. She had unintentionally been avoiding the classroom during her free period and after school since then, preferring to head straight home once the day ended. Now that it was her birthday and her punishment was over, there was nothing stopping her from going to see Chloe after school, and she felt absurdly happy at the thought.

Stacie suddenly sat up, saying, "Hi, Ms. Beale."

Beca's head shot up off her knees, twisting around to see Chloe joining them outside, easily finding a spot on the grass beside her.

"Hey, can I join you guys?" Chloe asked. "You haven't visited my room much lately," she added quietly.

Beca shrugged, looking at Stacie for help. The brunette rolled her eyes and got to her feet mumbling, "You two need to talk."

Beca watched Stacie walk away, sighing as she turned back to her girlfriend. "What are you doing? People can see us," she murmured, looking around the quad.

Chloe frowned, following her gaze before replying, "Students and teachers can talk, you know. Don't change the subject, the question was implied."

"I don't know..." Beca said lamely, chancing a look at Chloe and immediately regretted it, unable to look away from her eyes.

"You're not grounded anymore, right? I thought we could celebrate your birthday tonight," Chloe suggested, a glint in her eyes that let Beca know exactly what she wanted to do.

Beca shrugged, replying, "We don't have to do anything special. I never really do much for my birthday anyways."

"Your friends didn't get the memo, then?" Chloe asked, a hint of a smile playing at her lips.

Beca rolled her eyes, finally breaking into a smile. "They do that every year because they know I hate it. The dancing kangaroo was a nice touch though," she added thoughtfully.

Chloe laughed, replying, "I'm not even gonna ask. Does this mean you're not grounded anymore?" she asked again.

Beca could hear the hope in her voice as she asked, and nodded in response, realizing she never answered the first time. "I've been set free," she said, swallowing at the way Chloe's eyes darkened.

"I've really missed you, you know," Chloe said quietly, threading her fingers together in what Beca realized was an effort to keep from taking her hand. "These past three weeks have been...hard. And when you stopped spending time in my room, I wondered..." she trailed off, and Beca looked up at her, seeing the hesitant expression.

"You wondered..." Beca prompted Chloe to continue, not sure where she was headed.

Chloe sighed, looking down as she said, "If you'd changed your mind, I guess."

Beca's jaw dropped, her expression shocked. She glanced quickly around, making sure no one was near them before saying, "How could you think that? That I could end it just like that when I..." she froze, realizing exactly what word was on the tip of her tongue.

Chloe must have realized it too, as her head snapped up to look Beca in the eyes. "Becs..." she said, but Beca was already on her feet, backpedaling slowly away.

"I've got class," Beca said, turning and walking inside without a backwards glance, leaving Chloe alone under the tree.

Beca sighed and turned the engine off, sitting silently for a few minutes before exiting her car. She walked the familiar path to Chloe's door, wondering if it would be awkward now that they were finally getting to spend time together again. She had desperately missed her girlfriend, and hoped that Chloe felt the same.

She knocked on the door, not having to wait more than a few seconds before it swung open, revealing her girlfriend still dressed in the black pants and blue silk shirt she'd seen her in at school. Chloe smiled at Beca as she stepped up to meet her, pressing a kiss to her lips. After three weeks of no contact, it felt like coming home. Chloe's lips moved easily against her own, deepening the kiss before Beca realized what was happening,

They parted for air, both taking deep breaths as Chloe pulled her inside and shut the door behind her. Beca pinned the redhead against the door and connected their lips again, not realizing just how much she missed this...needed this. Chloe seemed to feel the same way, her hands pulling Beca closer.

Beca pulled away, whispering, "I missed you."

"I know, baby," Chloe said, kissing her again, Beca feeling the waves of desire coming off her. "I missed you so much."

Beca pulled back again. "We should probably talk..." she trailed off as Chloe kissed her once more, before shaking her head.

"No," Chloe murmured against her lips. "It's been three weeks. Talking can wait."

Beca shifted, feeling fingertips tracing gentle patterns over her arms and stomach. Opening her eyes, she looked up to find Chloe smiling at her.

"That's not creepy at all," she said sleepily, a wide yawn overtaking her.

Chloe shrugged, replying, "You're really peaceful when you're asleep. Beautiful," she added, her fingers swirling back over the brunette's side.

Beca shivered slightly at the touch, glancing over at the clock on Chloe's nightstand to see it was a little after midnight. Collapsing back onto the bed, her eyes connected with Chloe's, finding nothing but contentment in her girlfriends clear gaze.

"Want to talk now?" Chloe asked, a teasing quality to her tone.

Beca chuckled at the question, answering, "Oh sure, now you want to talk."

Chloe hummed, responding, "Well, I did warn you I was only using you for your body. At least I was honest."

"True," Beca admitted, leaning up to meet Chloe's lips, the kiss slow and sure. Laying back down she grinned, saying, "I'm eighteen. Now you're legally robbing the cradle."

Chloe snorted, rolling her eyes. "Gee, when you put it that way, it makes you sound irresistible."

"I mean, if the shoe fits..." Beca trailed off, smirking up at the redhead and earning herself a light smack on the leg. "I'm not the one who jumped my bones the second I walked in the door."

"Three weeks!" Chloe exclaimed. "I couldn't touch you, hug you, kiss you for three weeks. Do you know how hard it was...to be apart from you?" she asked, her voice dropping to barely above a whisper.

Beca's smile faded as she shook her head.

Chloe sighed, cuddling into Beca's side, wrapping an arm over her stomach. "I'm not sure I can even explain how much I missed spending time with you. Don't get me wrong, the sex is amazing. But I missed just having you around to talk to, to joke with...to just be close to."

Beca felt her heart start to race, the way it always did when Chloe opened up to her like this. It was still hard for her to believe that Chloe could feel that way about her, could miss her to that extent. It was something she was working on, not letting the insecurities overwhelm her, and each little moment like this with Chloe helped.

"It helps, you know, when you tell me things like that," Beca murmured, voicing her thoughts out loud.

Chloe's voice sounded confused as she asked, "Helps with what?"

"Feeling like this is real. That you could really feel that way about me," she answered tentatively. "Sometimes it's hard for me to believe."

"Becs..." Chloe propped herself up, eyes worriedly searching out her own. "This is real. You're not some...flavor of the month that I'm going to get tired of, or break up with when you graduate. You're different for me...this is different," she said, her voice growing more confident and assured.

Beca felt her heart swell at the honesty in Chloe's tone, and she nodded. "I'm working on it, really," she said. "It's the same for me too, you know. The way I feel about you just takes over sometimes. I never thought I would feel this way about anyone, but I know what you mean. It's different with you. I can't explain it, but it's different with you."

She felt the words sink deep down, knowing what she really wanted to say to Chloe, but unable to voice it. Beca could feel it though, and if the expression on her girlfriend's face was anything to go by, Chloe could too. She just wasn't there yet, not ready to take that leap off the cliff and completely surrender. The fear of rejection was too great, despite the way Chloe was looking at her now, eyes shining with love. She knew the expression on her own face must mirror her girlfriend's, leaving those words unsaid between them, understanding that she was so close to crossing that bridge, but not quite there yet. It was too much for Beca to believe that Chloe could actually fall in love with her, even in the face of the obvious way the redhead was currently gazing down at her.

Deciding to change the subject, Beca asked, "Are you excited to go home for Christmas since you didn't for Thanksgiving?"

The switch flipped instantly as Chloe thought of her family, a wide smile crossing her face. "Totes! My mom promised that all my brothers were going to be there! We haven't all been together for Christmas since Eddie was born," she said, her smile brightening the whole room.

Beca smiled back at her, desperately trying to remember who Eddie was. Failing miserably, she asked, "Uh, babe...who's Eddie again?"

Chloe rolled her eyes playfully, answering, "My only nephew! Do you remember any of my family?"

Beca swallowed, looking up at the semi-annoyed look on her girlfriend's face. "Yes, of course I do," she retorted, clinging to the one name that she actually did remember. "Your dad's name is Christian, like the dude in Fifty Shades of Grey," she said proudly, ignoring Chloe's exasperated look.

"I'm going to ignore that the only reason you can remember my dad's name is due to a horribly written book of BDSM soccer mom porn. Can you remember my mom's name?" Chloe asked, her eyes lighting up a little with the challenge?

'Shit,' Beca thought, willing her mind to come up with the name. "Um, your mom's name is...not Ana." Her voice fell flat, knowing she was in for another lecture on Chloe's family, and one that was rightfully deserved.

"I knew you read those books, you dirty bird," Chloe said, grinning widely at the outraged look on the brunette's face.

Beca shot back defensively, "I didn't! Everyone on planet Earth knows their names after the movie came out!"

Chloe still looked suspicious, but she dropped it, much to Beca's relief, and returned to their conversation. "Grace...my mom's name is Grace," Chloe supplied.

Beca nodded, the memory coming back to her now. "Right, Christian and Grace Beale." She really should remember the names considering they sounded almost ethereal, like royalty.

Chloe wasn't letting her off the hook so easily. "And my brothers?" she asked, looking expectantly at the brunette.

"Shit." Beca slapped her hand over her mouth and closed her eyes. "Fuck, I didn't mean to say that out loud. It's not fair anyways, I'm an only child. I never had to know the names of a hundred family members."

Chloe snorted, shaking her head. "Exaggerate much? I have two parents and four brothers. I'm not asking you to memorize my entire family tree."

"Seems like it," Beca mumbled, covering her head with her arms as Chloe took a swipe. "Fine, fine, remind me again?"

Chloe sighed, but her true feelings were revealed at the large grin on her face as she straddled Beca's hips, looking down at her. "Pay attention this time," she said, pointing a finger between Beca's eyes.

Beca looked right past the finger at Chloe's bare chest, thinking to herself, 'Not likely.'

Unfortunately, Chloe realized her mistake, hopping off the bed and pulling on an over-sized shirt, ignoring Beca's disappointed sigh. Resuming her position atop the brunette, she began again.

"Okay, so you've got my parents. My oldest brother is Christian Jr., but we all call him C.J. Then there's Will, then the twins Evan and Oliver, and then me! C.J. is married to Nora, and their son is Christian the third, but he goes by his middle name, Eddie," Chloe explained patiently, as Beca struggled to keep them all straight.

Looking up at the happy expression on Chloe's face, she was resolved to remember the names this time, repeating each of them slowly until Chloe was beaming down at her. "That's all of them, right?" she asked, sighing in relief as the redhead nodded. "That was exhausting. I can't imagine meeting them all..." she froze, looking up to meet Chloe's curious gaze.

"So you want to meet my family, huh?" Chloe teased, and Beca knew she was in deep. "I think it might be a bit overwhelming for you, considering they don't know I'm dating anyone, much less a woman."

Beca found her voice, quickly saying, "No, I'm not sure where that came from. I don't..." this time she trailed off at Chloe's narrowing eyebrows, not liking the hole she was digging herself into. "That's not what I meant," she quickly added, as Chloe crossed her arms over her chest.

"So you don't want to meet my family?"

Beca covered her face with her hands, letting loose a muffled string of curses. dropping them to Chloe's thighs, she amended her previous statement. "I do want to meet your family," she started slowly. "When the time comes, you know? When we can really be together, and not sneaking around and hiding everything."

"I've met your family," Chloe offered, not seeming to mind watching Beca try to remove her foot from her mouth at all.

"That's not the same thing!" Beca exclaimed, now pointing her own finger at Chloe. "You only met my parents because of the stupid parent teacher night at school, not because I brought you home. I've never brought anyone home to meet my parents."

Chloe looked down, her expression curious once more. "Would you? Would you bring me home to meet them?"

Beca responded immediately, "Of course I would. If it wouldn't get you arrested or fired."

Before she knew what was happening, Chloe had swooped down and captured her lips in a heated kiss, hands holding her cheeks firmly. She slid her hands to her girlfriend's hips as Chloe slowly sat up, now wearing a satisfied smile.

"You like me," Chloe said smugly, her fingertips playing over Beca's stomach.

Beca rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Nope. No. I most certainly don't."

Chloe laughed leaning down to kiss her again, Beca swerving her head to the side at the last second, feeling Chloe's lips hit her cheek and drawing a gasp from her lips. "Hmm, playing hard to get, Becs? Kinda out of character, considering I've already had you twice tonight," she whispered.

Beca felt the heat travel through her body instantly at Chloe's words, her hips moving up slightly of their own accord.

Chloe was well aware of the movement, and tugged on her earlobe. "Do you want to touch me, baby?" she asked, using that sexy tone that she could never resist.

All Beca could do was watch as her girlfriend sat up and slowly stripped off her shirt, lowering her gaze to Chloe's breasts. She didn't move her hands though, momentarily captivated by how perfect Chloe's body was, taking it all in slowly.

She must have waited too long, because Chloe suddenly changed tactics, leaning down to murmur in her ear, "Or...maybe you want me to touch you..."

At her words, Beca felt nimble fingers swirling over her stomach, moving lower to stop just shy of where she wanted them. Chloe's lips searched out that sensitive spot below her ear, drawing a whimper from her lips.

"Yes…" Beca breathed as Chloe's fingertips brushed over her clit, her hips pushing up seeking more friction. 'So much for playing hard to get,' her brain taunted her, but then Chloe was inside her and all thoughts of holding out were long forgotten.

A/N: As always, a massive thank you to my beta, Ravenclawsome33, J.D.!

Thank you to everyone who continues to read, follow, and review! For those of you who are always wishing for more from Chloe's POV, the wait is almost over! ;-)