[BeChloe prompt- Apparently not even my Werewolf form (Chloe) can forget my big fat crush on you since I keep waking up naked in your yard. (maybe this happening before they got together?]

Her fingers dug into the spongy soil, the thick mud was icy and unforgiving against her palms. Its emerald edge was enough to make any golfer yearn for the days when the sun was shining and a full course was open for a swing. It was most likely painted, or over-fertilized with so many chemicals so it was impossible to feel like real grass- but yet, here Chloe was, her naked body curled up flush against it.

She wanted to stay there forever, to keep the cool surface near her hot skin. If she moved, then that was where the damage came in. That was where the metallic taste in her mouth would come back in flashes of last moments and large landmarks that whizzed by with her undeniable speed. It moved in memories and reminded her of the blackouts that would often occur during times like this.

Chloe drew in a sharp breath as she cuddled closer to the ground, letting out a content sigh like she was settling into her sheets instead of some random patch of soil and muck. Her arms were tucked under her full weight as she folded into herself, pushing her cheek close to the ground.

"I'm uh," The voice made her eyes shoot open with such speed, such agility that it was almost like she was locked on a specific prey that taunted her. That brought her attention to the movement in wherever she was. "I don't want you to freak out, but I'm going to put this blanket over you."

Instead of giving an answer, a heavy blanket is draped over her shoulders. It smelled so thickly of mint and lavender that Chloe mentally cursed herself. She thought- she thought that maybe for a second it might not be Beca. It might not be the Bella that she had secretly pined over since day one. The DJ that she had invaded in the shower shamelessly.

But damn, her wolf knew what it wanted.

Chloe groaned as she sensed Beca squatting down next to her, eyes boring into her with curiosity. "You know, I should be really curious as to why you're stark naked in my yard at 7am on a Sunday."

"Oh, great." She mumbled into the grass, nose folding against the ground. She tasted the dirt but didn't' bother doing anything other than pulling the blanket closer to her chilled skin. "That's convenient."

It was Sunday, which meant that the ever brooding Beca Mitchell had traveled the four miles to her father's house for the weekend. She did it once every month or so. That would explain her not being in the dorms that hung on the edges of Barden, but not why she was up at this ungodly hour. Chloe mentally kicked herself for her primal side drawing her to a place Beca had never even shown her. She must have followed that damned intoxicating scent.

"Quite." The girl chuckled, the light and airy sound pulling Chloe from her stupor. The tiny ball of rage never emitted anything but sarcastic comments but that? That right there was a genuine emotion, and despite the situation that came along with it, Chloe had a warm feeling knowing that she was the one to cause the angelic sound.

She smiled, turning her head to the side so she finally got a good look at the woman. The sun was shielded by the large house that Professor Mitchell owned, engulfing them in a deep shade that carried a sharp chill with it. Beca was in yoga pants- her sneakers a mix of black and red while a worn-out Barden t-shirt graced her sides perfectly. Hair a mess as one earbud hung limply against the pop of color. Sweat was coating almost every inch of exposed skin.

"What?" Beca asked, noticing the naked woman's expression. This time she was hugging the blanket closer to her frame. It was nothing she hadn't seen before- maybe not so dirt covered and was that, blood? No, it couldn't' be. But something about the way Chloe shyly covered herself that peaked her interest.

"Nothing, I just-"The older woman sat up quickly, making sure to stay wrapped in the fabric that Beca had handed over. Her hair was a mess, a few leaves that Beca was tempted to pluck out distracted the younger girl, but she said nothing. There was a russet liquid that had dried against her lips and found home beneath her fingers. "You should laugh more."

"Then give me something to laugh at, Beale." She fired back quickly before pointing her finger in the air as she waved it around with purpose. "Do you want to explain all of this?"

"Nope."

"Fair enough." Beca was never one to pry into things. Of course, she wanted to know why her captain was naked in her front yard and coated in what seemed like half of Barden's forest. But she respected privacy. Something not many people did anymore. "Want some waffles?"

"Waffles?" Chloe sounded out her words. She had sat up a little too quickly, trying to blink away the dizzy feeling that rushed through her skull.

"Yeah," Beca tilted her head to the side "You know, the Belgian delicacy of pancake mix given little cervices to nestle syrup in?"

"I know what they are." She groaned, raking her hand through her hair "You are very passionate about waffles."

"I don't fuck around, Chloe." She deadpanned, "Not when it comes to breakfast and showering."

"that was not a part of your first statement." The redhead was close to whining at this point. She hated the water- and baths, and anything really to do with getting soaped up just to have to dry off a few minutes later. It was pointless to her- her inner canine fighting to cry at the subject. "I don't like showers."

"You are not setting foot into my childhood bedroom until you wash all that muck off," Beca stated with authority.

Her jaw propped open for a second. This was cruel. She hardly knew anything about her counterpart and often asked more than not about her past. Beca knew this- and was taking advantage of the fact that Chloe would never pass up on an opportunity to actually see the room Beca Mitchell slept in as a child. Or at least on her weekends with her father. That much she could dig up.

"That's not fair."

"All is fair in showers and waffles."

Chloe let out a grumble as she lifted her dirt covered hand up to Beca, the girl stifling her own noise as she stood up straight. She grasped onto Chloe's palm despite how gross it was from God knows what. She pulled the older woman to her feet. A look of discontent washed over perfect features as she tested out how sore her body really was.

And it was, sore that is, noticeably so. Chloe had become used to the annoying buzz that wracked her body but it usually took so much out of her the morning after; worse than a walk of shame, in a way. Back home it was easier to do stuff like this- over 90% of Oregon was farmland and dense forests. Atlanta was a different story.

"Not a word to Aubrey about this," Beca said with amusement in her voice, choosing to ignore the painful noises Chloe swallowed back. Again, not really wanting to talk about it.

"All of this?" the ginger asked, flicking her eyes down to her grime coated body, the fabric still slacks against her shoulders as they padded to the back doors of the large house.

"No!" Beca stopped by the glass-plated doors, wrapping her fingers around the metal handle. "That I was willingly doing cardio without her demon influences."

"Right," Chloe chuckled, shaking her head "Now that, would be scary."