[A/N: This one was super fun to write if I'm being honest. It's still about the same and is still based off of that little short film that I mentioned in the last one shot. Enjoy!]

The sheets tangled against Beca's skin, hot and humid as the fabric adhered to her spine. It wasn't necessarily uncomfortable- it wasn't ideal either. The usual fresh odor of lavender was replaced with that of dirt. Thick dirt that made the brunette refuse to shift, even if she was wide awake now.

She stiffened when she heard Chloe whimper next to her- a soft coo that made her chest tighten and mouth go dry. The younger woman shot her eyes open, instantly regretting the action as golden light filled her vision. She blinked a few times before turning her attention towards her girlfriend.

Chloe usually didn't make that type of noise- not without some insinuation. She was either far into things that would be deemed rated R, or hurt. Since Beca wasn't yet awake, she figured it was the latter of the two.

There was a certain lightness to the air, something that wasn't normal. It was like cooking bacon and having to push open the patio doors because the smoke got too much, and the fire alarms were about to sing their annoying high-pitched song. This time, however, it was their bedroom window, right above the radiator.

It was smashed from the inside out, shards of large glass jutting into the middle of the white wooden frame. The human girl grimaced at the sight of the wine-colored syrup that coated a few pointed edges.

"Fuck, Chlo" The girl mumbled, knowing that her voice would stir her counterpart. She had learned that a long time ago when the duo had a few one-night-stands. They would fall asleep in each others arms, eventually pulling apart through the night, but each time Beca had gotten up to use the bathroom, or get a glass of water, Chloe would be awake.

"Mm," She got the muffled response, finally drawing her stare to the woman equally as tangled in the sheets. Her hair was gathered around her like a lion's mane, eyes still clenched shut and depriving Beca of that beautiful ocean stare. She had one hand draped across her mid-section, the other stretched above her head. "Oh!"

The ginger had flexed her legs out of habit, letting out another guttural whimper that seemed to be in her second nature. It made Beca stir, however, sitting up completely as she crossed her legs under her. She didn't try to pull herself out of bed completely. Instead, she just watched her girlfriend.

Midnight eyes flicked towards the ever-growing brick spot that soaked into the white fabric and wicked its way through the stitching. It again, made her wince.

"I got out again."

"You got out again" Beca mirrored with a labored sigh, even though a slight smirk was playing at her lips at the childish demeanor that Chloe possessed, finally cracking her eyes open only to press the bulk of her forearm across them once she got a good dose of the sun. "Let me see your leg."

"You're going to yell at me," She grumbled.

"I was already going to yell at you" Beca pointed out "But either way, I have to access the damage you did."

Chloe groaned but knew she had to relent at some point, digging her fingers into the mattress as she pushed herself up to the headboard. She was coated in dirt, and blood that Beca wasn't sure was all hers. She hoped to god that it wasn't. The copper-haired girl pulled back the edge of the ruined sheets, cringing away as it pulled from the wound.

There was a large gash right below her kneecap, something that was sure to be deeper than bone if it hadn't begun to heal already. Regardless, it needed to be cleaned, the red edge stretching all the way to her ankle in a diagonal fashion.

"Oh, Chloe" Beca berated. She knew the older woman hated when she did that. It would repair itself, the girl was almost considered indestructible but that never made Beca feel better. She would rather have the girl curled into her side during the full moon instead of pushing her teeth into some smaller animal. It was better than people, though.

"I broke the window again," She huffed, more talking to herself than her girlfriend as she crossed her arms over her chest. Beca rolled her eyes tactfully as she rolled off the bed and walked into the master bath. She didn't bother clicking on a light, knowing exactly where the first aid kit was. She listened intently as Chloe continued to speak. "I don't know how many times the repairman will believe a baseball magically got out of hand during a game of catch."

"Mm," Beca hummed as she dug through the cabinet, voice muffled "State Farm is getting pretty suspicious too."

"Aren't they the ones who claimed they would help even if a meteor crashed through a roof?"

"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure there isn't a werewolf clause somewhere in our contract."

Beca made her way back into the bedroom, situating herself so she was parallel with Chloe's leg. The older woman winced at the chilled edge Beca carried with her. Her hands were always cold- something rather shocking each time the younger girl decided to grasp her girlfriend just to watch her squirm under her ice-like touch.

"Rebecca Mitchell, did you just make a pun?"

"Did I?" She asked, either being oblivious or sarcastic. Chloe didn't have much time to tell before her counterpart poured stinging peroxide onto the liaison. She let out a squawk as she hugged the sheets closer to her naked body.

"Sorry, puppy" Beca soothed, voice soft as she used a folded-up piece of tissue to wipe around the residual area. She picked up a mix of copper blood, and soupy dirt. Not waiting for Chloe to catch her breath. It was a longer process that way. She had become used to the complaints that she got from her girlfriend.

"Don't call me puppy." She got as a protest instead, a grumble really. The woman was pouting like a child who had lost the privilege to pick out anything in a toy store. "I am a badass."

Another whimper sounded as Beca held the end of tan gauze towards the top of Chloe's knee. She wasn't sparing as she wrapped it around her leg like a mummy trying on a new pair of pants. The pressure was worth it though- in a way, it helped her heal faster.

"Yeah, well you nearly killed the mailman this morning," Beca said quietly, knowing damn well Chloe could hear her. "I swear, the earlier they send those guys out- the worse it gets."

"Maybe I wanted to look at the pottery barn catalog." Chloe defended herself as Beca shoved the first-aid kit to the side. She didn't' have it in her to deal with the mess of the sheets- mud having soiled yet another pair. Chloe wasn't in the greatest shape right now; even the prospect of healing took a lot out of the girl.

So Beca crawled up next to her, letting her girlfriend wrap her arm around her shoulders as she pulled her close. Chloe smelled of earth and nature. Despite being dirty, she carried such a primal scent that it didn't matter too much to the human girl.

"You hate pottery barn," Beca mumbled into the girl's neck, letting her eyes drift shut, growing heavy with sleep. "Do you think we should go with stained glass?"

"What?" Chloe chuckled softly, rubbing small circles on her girlfriends back.

"The window." She sighed out her words "What if we go Beauty and the Beast style and just make it elegant as fuck."

"Right, Bec's" Chloe smiled despite herself at the sleepy girl's comments "Just so I can crash through it again."

"Mm, It's poetic, puppy." Her breath slowing down to a dull rhythm. She was out like a light, all the stress of the impending moon passing through her body as she finally allowed herself to sleep like god intended.

Chloe didn't even bother to roll her eyes this time.