Hello Ladies and...Ladies. This is actually not a chapter from me alone, but from my gf. She wrote the introduction and gave me a script for this, so I hope I did it justice. This will be the happiest chapter for a while, I guess.
So, a huge thank you to 'Amuria21'!
There is a little reference in this chapter to the work from 'The Cursed Shadow' (Story: Assemble) so if you don't already recognise it, check it out!
And then I have to disappoint you a bit, exams are close, so this will be the last chapter for the next weeks, sry guys...but hopefully I'll have time to post more frequently after that!
Little shoutouts:
grasshopper 2.0: Eigentlich kein kleiner Ausruf hier ;) Ich hab mich so sehr über deine PM gefreut und ja, ich kenne außer meiner Freundin und mir auch keine Bechloe shipper ABER das heißt ja nicht, dass es sie nicht gibt. Deine PM hat mich so sehr motiviert noch vor meiner Klausur am Samstag zu updaten, also hoff ich dir gefällt dieses Kapitel ganz besonders gut.
JustLikeBrookeDavis: Hope chapter 16 satisfied you with the reveal of why Chloe hates Christmas. And in this chapter is lotsa interaction between our two favourite ladies!
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Guest: I'm also glad that Chloe opened up to Beca, but she still has so much to reveal! What about the elephant in the room Beca still doesn't know about, huh? ;)
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Summery: Stepmonster 2.0
Beca grew up with her mum after her father left them. She lost contact to him a while ago but now he wants to bond again. Why? Well she has to find out, but why does she have to go to Barden, where he's teaching when she wants to have a go at being a DJane in LA? Bonding, with her father and his new family? Now that is something she doesn't want to do, more so since she knows that her stepsister, or how she prefers to call the unknown girl, stepmonster 2.0 is attending Barden as well.
Pairing: Beca/Chloe and Friendship: Chloe/Aubrey and Jesse/Beca
Disclaimer: If I would own Pitch Perfect, there would be Bechloe!
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Chapter 17: Cheesy
Beca's PoV:
So the other night went pretty well between me and Chlo, but we haven't crossed that line, you know. Still, I feel like she opened up to me so much and I wanna do something for her, anything to show her just how much this all means to me. It should be simple but also very nice and relaxing, so she can feel free.
So I do a list with what I have to buy and the things Chloe likes. My thoughts are full with kinds of fruits, cheese, bread and cookies and of course, Skittles. Sitting on my bed I make notes of everything I wanna prepare for this day as I will surprise Chloe with a picknick which has to be aca-amazing!
After all Christmas holydays it's a good idea to let all the stress behind, I think. I choose friday afternoon for the planned activity and call Chloe immediately after I have my master-plan finished.
"Hey Chlo, what do you do on friday afternoon?" I ask exited and hope for an answer which does not cross my intentions. "I haven't got any plans, yet. Why-", "That sounds great, sooo then you have plans for this day now", I said with a big smile on my face at the other end of the line. "Hmm, so what we gonna do then? Now I'm curious...", Chloe wants to know, but I won't tell her. I am lucky that I can't see her cute face now because then I'm sure that I couldn't stay strong and keep it a surprise, so I simply say "It's a surprise, sweety. I hope you will like it". What the heck, did I just call her sweety? I'm losing my touch! She doesn't react on the nickname part, what I'm grateful for and instead assures me that she will like whatever I planned, using her wonderful voice and I still feel my heart beating minutes after this call.
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This night I dream about her, again, I've dreamed about her for months, but this time it feels so real, like it never has before. It's summer time and we swim in a lake together. The sun shines on her red hair and I can see her deep blue eyes shining even brighter when I tickle her in the clear water. When she laughs I feel happier then ever before in my life.
I still feel the happy bliss as I wake up slowly on thursday morning. Images of Chloe playing around in the water, splashing me occasionally, still flood my mind. It is still pretty early in the morning and though I have a lot to do today, I feel like staying in the bed for a few more peaceful minutes won't hurt. That dream was kinda surreal. I mean, yeah, Chloe and me on a happy date after all the planning I made yesterday is not that big of a surprise to dream about, but the lake part? Yeah, not so normal. I do get that Chloe told me about the lake a bit that night she told me what happened to her twin, but why do I dream of a happy memory on a lake when I know, that Chloe sure as hell can't be that happy at such a place?
Maybe it's a hopeful string of thought that crossed my mind, leading me to believe that I can make it better. Maybe I can, maybe I can't. What I do know for sure is that I would probably be dead by now if there were two of Chloe's kind in the world, wouldn't I?
I decide to get up as more and more inappropriate images start to creep into my head. Taking a shower I wish to erase the image of not one, but two Beales entering my shower, singing Titanium and telling me to make music with my mouth...
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Equipped with the biggest bag I could find I make my way to the supermarket. Not having a car is a bummer, but then again, I only know of one person that has a car and would be willing to help me and that is exactly the person I wanna surprise.
Surfing through the isles, thanks to the freshly cleaned and still very wet floor, I start to imagine us having a picknick at the lake from my dream, sunbathing, cuddling on a blanket...That's when it hits me. I planned a fucking picknick in the middle of winter! I mean, it's cold out and raining nearly 24/7! Fuck! Change of plans? But how the hell, no. Cancel? Can't, already invited her. Oh for god sake!
I'm so lost in my mind that I don't watch my steps and the next thing I know is that my arse hits the wet floor after an impact. Shit, I totally ran into someone.
I feel the heat rise to my cheeks and start to stummer out some "excuses" when I realise that the person standing right in front of me is laughing heavily.
"God, Beca. Wouldn't have pegged you as the easily blushing type!"
Right in front of me stands CR, bent over, one hand clutching her belly and laughing so loud that I think the whole shop can hear her. She seems to calm down enough to register that I'm still very much in the middle of the floor, on my arse, my head resembling a tomato.
After she helps me up and her breathing seems to come more regular she finally registers my absence of sarcasm and promptly tells me as much. How can I be sarcastic when I feel like the earth should swallow me whole?
"Must be that I'm a bit lost in my mind, sorry again."
She gives me a genuine smile, "It's no problem at all, you bounced right off of me."
I have to laugh at that. "Yeah, think about poor Lily, would have run her straight over."
We share a laugh. "At least you didn't collide with Aubrey, she would have puked out of surprise, I guess."
"Well, than the shower earlier would have been for nothing."
We talk a bit more, mostly about Bellas and university in general, until she asks me something I didn't expect. "So, err. You and Denise, is there something more between you two?"
What?! I mean, yeah, we do hang out quite a lot but "No, not really. We're just good friends. Friendship, that's what we have."
"You would tell me the truth, though, wouldn't you?" Maybe there is still something between them.
"Nah, believe me. Just good friends. I have my eyes set on someone else."
True. I'm so whipped.
"Huh, I imagine a ginger with bright blue eyes, bit taller than you..."
"That obvious?"
She only nods. Right now she is my best shot at trying to save the date I have planned so I ask for her advice. Her answer is kinda cryptic but I think I get what she means with "picknick is not defined by being outside".
With the two of us constantly chatting, meaning she talks and I listen, the shopping trip is over in no time. She helps me carry the stuff to my dorm room and we put it into the mini-fridge Kimmy Jin owns. What she doesn't know and all that.
I was a bit surprised that Cynthia Rose was back from her vacation so early, but she told me that after Aubrey and I left Stacie's, the others made plans to do a New Year's Eve-party instead and she kinda chided me for not reading the Bellas chat (some stupid Facebook thingy) regularly.
Good thing I heard of this today and not on saturday evening, right before the party started.
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Okay, so today is the day. In an hour I'm picking up Chloe at her flat and I still haven't found out what I'm going to wear. It is a picknick, so casual clothes should be appropriate but then again it's inside and I have prepared quite a meal. For fuck sake, I even baked a marble cake yesterday evening and I can tell you, sharing a kitchen with the whole dorm floor is annoying.
Focus, Beca. Go with your grungy look, Chloe likes that. Well then, I change into my best tight black, ripped jeans and while rummaging through my shirt collection I come across my Batman T-Shirt. I remember Chloe standing in the middle of her street in her spiderman PJ's and I can't shake the feeling that superheroes are our little thing. Maybe next time I'll wear my Iron Man shirt; I should totally get myself a shirt made with Titanium Girl in bold letters on the front.
Chloe is already waiting in front of her flat, even though I'm 10 minutes early. She seems a bit off and I hope that her mood isn't on a permanent low. That would be a bummer, AND kinda ruin the day. Why am I always this optimistic?
I put a bit more speed behind my last steps, eager to finally spend some time with her. The last days without my Chloe-dosis were a bit, yeah well, l-a-m-e. Geez, I'm an addict! A fuckin' Chloe-addict.
If you had told me that Barden would change me this much before I moved here, I would have laughed like shit. But then again, I do keep saying that, don't I?
My body leans into her without my brain actually registering it, my mouth getting closer and closer and then-BOOM. Due to her leaning in for a HUG I totally bumped our heads together. Okay, this is definitely not my week. I keep bumping into people, things drop out of my hands, like constantly and oh, you don't even know the story of me hitting Kimmy Jin with the fucking baking plate in the dorm kitchen. Let me tell you, she was NOT amused, but then again, the others from my dorm who were around laughed their arses off. It was quite a sight, believe me. It was an accident, didn't know she was standing right behind me...oh well, I would definitely do it again.
Karma is a bitch and she had it coming.
Still, I have not the best record this week and I feel my cheeks gaining colour as I realise that Chloe hadn't leant in to kiss me. She looks a bit flushed herself, until a smile breaks out on her face and I answer with a face splitting one myself. We giggle, yes I do giggle sometimes, so shut your mouths! We stand there, on the middle of the street, laughing and every damn bywalker looks at us like we fucking lost our minds. I actually don't give a fucking damn.
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Chloe keeps on asking me constantly where we're headed but I keep shtum. Hard thing to do but not looking her in the eyes helps a lot. When I stop in front of the gym (our Bella's rehearsal room) she gives me a curious look. Imagine her eyes getting bigger as I take the key out of my pocket. I open the door for her and let her enter first, manners and all that bullshit.
If her eyes were big before, they are nearly popping out of her head now. I decorated the whole fucking room. In the middle (where you normally find our chairs) is a huge blanket an pillows sprawled out on the floor. There is a rose next to it and I actually managed to arrange the few plants that normally stand in the corner of the gym, more like dieing in the corners, so that with a bit of imagination (a shit load of imagination) you could interpret them as a little forest. Everywhere you look is food and I even managed to get a wine cooler.
"Beca, this is...amazing. Wow, just wow. You're wonderful, you know that, right?"
"Nah, this is nothing. I felt like doing something for you after you, you know, told me everything. Actually, this is kinda cheesy but I dreamed of us tonight."
"Having wet dreams about me? Didn't know you are that kind of girl." She mocks me, but the way here eyes shine tells me that she appreciates it.
"Yeah, that happened too. But that's not really the part I wanted to talk about."
"Damn, there I was, getting all my hopes up." We share a laugh, a really long one. She's so beautiful when she laughs, scrap that, she's always beautiful.
"Maybe later, though for now, back to the topic." I motion for her to lay down with me on the blanket. "My dream was about us, having a picknick, lying at a beautiful lake." I can feel her pulling a bit away from me. My guess was right, she's not fond of lakes. I grab some crapes and crawl on her lap, straddling her, this way she can't run away.
"You know," I feed her a grape, "one day I wanna take you to one, show you how beautiful they really are, jump in with you, do all the things to you that I did in my dream and I mean all of it." I feed her another grape, from above her head and my eyes drift to her throat. She's so beautiful, I know I'm repeating myself but hell, she is. My eyes stay glued to her throat as she stretches it to reach for the offered fruit and of course she notices it, making her reach even higher for the next one. My mind is stuck, where was I?
We continue our little game until there are no more grapes left, instead she stretches her neck to reach for my mouth and I'm rewarded with the most passionate kiss we ever shared. She kisses me, again and again and I fear I won't have enough breath to last for the kisses to come. I have to awkwardly breathe in between kisses but Chloe, Chloe doesn't seem to need air at all. By the time I feel Chloe pull away, though just a bit, I long stopped caring about need for oxygen, but by the look in her eyes she was afraid I was going to pass out. I do feel light-headed.
Her hands fall from where she played with the hem of my shirt, so I untangle my fingers from her hair, god only knows when I even put them there, they must have a mind of their own. She reaches for my hands and starts to run her thumps over my knuckles. I can't really describe the feeling that it elicits in me, but it's somewhere around content and secure.
My line of thought is broken by her wonderful voice. "You know, my scale of experiences with lakes is not the best." I want to tell her that we can create lots of good memories together but something in me stops me, so I just wait for her to speak again. It's only a few minutes later that she seems to have escaped her own thoughts. "We can try."
"Are you sure?"
She shakes her head no, then yes and then she just smiles at me. "I wanna try, for you, for me, for Katie, for...us."
My breath catches, she just said us, didn't she? Does that mean we're an item now? Oh, this day is too good to be true. She seems to have misinterpreted my silence though as her face falls and concern takes over her once relaxed features.
"Did I say something wrong? Becs, I, if I just scared you now, just tell me."
"No, no...no. Yes, you did scare me, but just for a second or two! Look at me, not scared anymore. You just took me by surprise." I lean forward again and catch her lips with mine. As she wants to deepen the kiss I pull slightly away. "I really love you, Chloe Beale." Closing my eyes I lean forward again but this time I only find air, not soft lips. Irritated I wait for a moment, but Chloe doesn't connect her lips with mine. Groaning, I open my eyes and find hers instantly. They look damp but she smiles that kind of smile that seems to split her face at any moment.
"I do too, I love you, Beca Mitchell."
This time she closes the gap between us and another make-out session begins. I don't know if that's even possible, but my stamina seems to have improved, or maybe I did faint earlier and all this is just my imagination. If it is, I never wanna wake up. I don't know for how long we kiss but my lips feel swollen and I can't hold back a high-pitched moan as Chloe lightly bites down on that sweet spot, just between my shoulder and neck.
She stops at once and I feel myself blush. "Chlo, I'm sorry I uh, huh..."
As her eyes open she gives me a confused look but then she seems to catch on to my line of thought. "Oh god Becs, no. That was a cute sound, don't be ashamed. It's just, you've been on my lap all this time and my legs, they feel kinda limp. I just have to stretch them for a bit."
"Oh. Oh! Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I prepare for a hasty retreat but Chloe starts to laugh and grabs my hips, making me unmovable. When she finally calms down she gives me a wink before lifting me up and placing me down on the blanket. Before I know what's going on she's all over me, making me lie fully on my back.
"I wonder..."
"What?" I'm confused, did I miss something?
"Will you make that cute sound again if I bite that same spot?" Without waiting for an answer she's already at it. I don't think that sound is cute, it's actually rather annoying, but if she likes it, how could I deny it to her? I never believed that there could be anyone in the world who could make me feel this way, yet there always was. My breath hitches as I feel her hands caressing my stomach, drawing circles on my belly and even tracing lines between the valley of my breasts. Her hands are so soft and warm and then I realise, I am utterly and completely at her mercy. My breath gets even more laboured as her hands get nearer and nearer to my breasts over the time, and sometimes even tease the flesh right underneath the hem of my jeans.
By the time she finally slides under my bra and teases the soft flesh there I am lost. The only things I seem to be still capable of are moaning, very loudly so, and scratching at her back. I'm sure she'll have angry red marks there tomorrow, but then again, I can already feel a bruise forming on my neck, where she constantly alternates between sucking, licking and biting. Oh, just imagine her mouth wandering lower...no, no, filthy Beca! It's all from our mouths. If I had known she meant it literally-
I wanna tell her to kiss me but my mouth can't form the words, so I open my eyes, hoping I can covey the message through them. When did she pull of my clothes again? Nevermind. She looks up and indeed, she kisses me right away. Her tongue teases mine for a second before she pulls away again, but before I can protest she's found a new sweet spot she can tease with her mouth, and fingers...simultaneously, as it seems and my brain shuts off.
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By the time I manage to come back to my senses, Chloe lies half-way above me and has as much of the blanket thrown over me as possible. She actually sports an one-sided grin, no more like a smirk and isn't that normally my thing?
"Well Miss Beale, the plan was to seduce you with all this food, a cake, a massage and even get you a little drunk on this now surely warm wine. That was unnecessary, as it seems."
"Huh, if I'd known that I would have waited till after the massage at least. But Beca, you do know you can't handle your alcohol as well as me."
"Maybe I would have just pretended to drink? I didn't even put the music on. I can't even move right now, I think."
"You don't have to, we'll eat later and then we're going to talk about that massage again. However, I still have one question to ask."
"Shoot,"
"How in the world did you get the key to the gym? As far as I know, Bree is the only student that has a spare one."
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I'm terrified as I ring the bell to Aubrey's and Chloe's flat. As Bree opens it she gives me the best death glare she has, reminding me of that time at the Activities Fair. She states that Chloe isn't home, having a math class at the moment, but I already know that. I'm stating that I need a favour of her and I can see that it takes every self control she has not to slam the door in my face. She's never been too fond of me but I know that she loves Chloe more than she hates meand I hope that it will be enough to make her agree.
I elaborate my plans, very detailed,because I know it's the only way to get her to help me. She occasionally nods as I just go on and on for minutes and even after I finish she stays silent for a few moments more. The time stretches on as I wait for an answer. Finally she musters me once more, biting her cheek before giving her approval.
I actually feel the rock falling of off my heart. She vanishes for a few minutes inside the flat until she comes back out, dangling the key in front of me.
"You will not hurt her, you will be on your best behaviour and you will clean the place afterwards. Understood?" I just nod and try to grab the key, but she lifts it over our heads, out of my reach. "I asked you something."
"Yeah, everything noted. I promise." She moves her hand down a bit before pulling it up again. By now I feel annoyed as hell.
"Now you owe me something, understood? I don't know when I'll ask something of you and I sure as hell don't know what it'll be, but you'll do as I say." Did she just swear? She raises one eyebrow at me, so I promise to obey, yet again.
Thinking back to it, I can't shake the feeling that I just made a deal with the devil and it will come to bite my ass.
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"Believe me, Chloe, you don't wanna know. I think I exchanged my soul for it." But as I lay here, one arm draped over Chloe's midsection and my head on her breast, right above her heart, I just know that I would give everything for her, for moments like this. And yes, I am a cheesy mess.
"That was the most aca-amazing sex I ever had."
"But Chlo, I didn't even do anything last time I checked. You kinda catched me out of guard here."
"Well, I found it wonderful. And I'm sorry, I tend to jump a bit fast into things sometimes."
"You were wonderful. I bet I had the best first time, ever."
"Wait! What? Beca, why didn't you say something?"
"I didn't wanna stop you. Believe me, this was better than anyone could imagine it."
"But you made this, all this. The romantic stuff and the picknick and, really, this should have been me."
"But you made it special, not that stuff."
See, I told you. I'm getting cheesier by the minute...
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End Chapter 17
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