[werewolf bechloe prompt - beca gets injured (sprained ankle maybe?) during bellas practice and has to sit out for a while. were!chloe gets protective while beca is injured and beca wonders why. it doesn't help that jesse checks in with beca often. (where beca doesn't know chloe is a werewolf yet]
The pain shot through Beca's ankle with a deep vibration. The sharp intake of air that pushed past her lungs was enough of a telling sign that something wasn't right. The guttural growl sounding almost like a drum line at this point- unforgiving and assaulting on the other girl's ears as Beca dropped to her knees with a thud.
Stacie was quick to grasp onto her friend's upper arm, watching as her face contorted into what could only be described as unseen pain. They were in the back, Chloe having heard the whole thing as her stomach dropped at the sound of bones grinding together in an unnatural way.
"Aubrey, hold!" Chloe stuck her hand out, effectively jamming it into her counterpart's mid-section, a rush of air accompanying the glare on the flawless woman's features. Most of them not having noticed the commotion in the back of the room yet.
"Chloe, what in the fresh hell-"Deep forest eyes moved to neon blue ones. Ones filled with shaved worry. She didn't get an answer in response, but she didn't' need one. Even with her uptight attitude, she knew something was wrong the minute she saw Beca with her hands cupped over a throbbing ankle- a leggy brunette rubbing slight circles on her back.
Aubrey opened her mouth to object to the quick movements of Chloe, the compassionate girl dropping down to her own knees as she slid across the back clad floor- not wasting more than a few seconds on doing gravity's work. "Bec's what happened?"
"I don't- ah!" She grumbled, her stubborn attitude taking over as she tried to apply pressure to the limb.
"Her ankle rolled," Stacie said, earning a few glances from the room. "Almost took me down with her."
"Stacie," Aubrey finally spoke, a water bottle in one hand while the other balanced carefully on her hip. "I want you to take Beca to the infirmary. It's probably just a sprain, but better safe than sorry."
"I don't need to go to the infirmary, I'm fine."
Chloe shifted her hard gaze back to the tiny DJ, a deep growl ripping through her chest. The usually peppy ginger had never emitted a sound like that before; not sober anyway. That night in the pool a few weeks ago had been privy to a few deep notes- but that was during a ballad. Not now. Not in the middle of a random conversation about an injury that just needed some ice.
It had so much power behind it that it almost made the younger woman cower. The usually strong and confident Beca wanted to lower her head and quiet her thoughts at the commanding noise. Aubrey drawing in a sharp breath herself, as she relented once more, having been used to this kind of dominance when it came to her best friend.
"Or," She sounded out, the room quiet as Chloe never broke her stare with Beca. "Chloe you take Beca. You know the Choreography already. It can't hurt to miss an hour or two."
"Great idea." She said slowly with care. Her stare still lingering as it flashed against the woman in front of her. There was a certain amount of primal worry behind her eyes that it almost made the DJ forget about the feeling that moved through her body at the snarl.
Part of this stayed with her as she allowed the ginger to warp her arm expertly around her midsection, pulling her to a standing position all while Beca breathed through clenched teeth, careful not to put any weight down on her damaged ankle. Her own grasp instinctively clinging to her captain's chest as she gripped onto the fabric of her shirt for some stability.
"Text me updates." Aubrey barked out.
"Sure thing." Was the only response she got before the younger woman took a few steps forward. She was patient as Beca hobbled along, limping with every other step. She winced each time; breath hot against the nave of Chloe's neck as Beca stuck her tongue through her lips in concentration. A look she got during the spinning of a few mixes, or even when she really wanted to participate in her studies.
Chloe shivered against the chilled wind that almost instantly dried the sweat that had collected at her collarbone. Beca feeling the effects as well as she cuddled closer to the older woman. This was getting them nowhere- the two singers standing at the top of a long edge of steps, Beca staring down at it like it was Mount Everest instead of a flight of stairs.
The taller woman pulled away slightly, earning a disgruntled noise that was soon countered by a sigh as Chloe scooped her up- barely giving it a second thought as she pulled Beca flush into her- the tiny DJ squirming in response as she squinted her eyes in shock. "Put me down."
"Hush," Chloe chided, taking the first step down. It was harder than it looked. Not for the added weight, Beca was fairly light, and Chloe could handle more than her fair share. She couldn't really see the steps though, making it tougher to feel out where the next drop was. "You're not getting down these stairs without some help."
Beca wanted to object. She wanted to do everything in her power to do things on her own. But she couldn't. She couldn't because not only was it impossible to walk- but the growl Chloe had emitted still stuck with her like the wrong kind of double-sided tape. It instilled fear- or something more. Maybe even respect.
Once they reached the bottom step, Chloe still refused to release the younger girl from her hold. She felt safe, safe enough to keep her reservations for herself. Her breath was shallow, the onsite infirmary across campus as she was almost lulled into a slight slumber. Again, her cold nose pressed close to Chloe's collarbone as she breathed in her musky scent.
"Stay quiet," Chloe whispered suddenly, breaking the silence as Beca knit her eyebrows together, she started to lift her head away from the woman's chest. Letting a small grunt out as she felt the ginger press her face back into her. "Bec's."
She was confused but did as she was told, keeping her eyes closed as she felt Chloe slow to a stop. She could smell the aftershave and hear the labored breathing of another, curling closer to her prince as she stayed silent. She listened to Chloe's heart- something involuntary. It was pressed right against her eardrum as it thudded along with her words.
"Jesse, hey." She said, adjusting her hold slightly to get a better grip. "You okay? You're looking a little pale."
There was bite to her words. Bite mixed with faux worry and something more that Beca couldn't quite pull from her statement. Not with her eyes clenched shut and breathing purposely slowed. But it was something.
"I just," he panted a few more times, "Beca got hurt? Do you need-"
"No" Chloe cut him off curtly, the noise of his sneaker sounding off against the pavement as she hugged Beca closer. It was the possessiveness. The domination in her slight growl that got him to back down almost immediately. "It's a sprained ankle, Jess. She'll be fine. I'm just taking her to the Infirmary."
"She must be heavy," He stated, earning a grimace from the younger girl. Chloe felt this against her, stifling a grin herself as she adjusted her hold once more. "Are you sure you don't need help, she is my-"
"Your what?" that same biting growl had returned to her stature as she let out a thick rumbling sigh, hugging Beca closer to her frame. Again, the possessive style of her statement sending undeniable chills down the DJ's spine. She didn't know where Jesse was going with this, either. But she knew that whatever he was about to say wasn't as appealing as the claim her captain had made over her.
"My uh," He stammered out, an audible step being taken back. "My friend. Just… just let me know if anything changes, alright? Hopefully, it's just her ankle."
The last part was mumbled as he walked away from the two women, confused more than anything. Confused at the strong stance that had just blocked his attempts at getting to know his friend better. But even more, confused at why Beca hadn't made an objection in the first place. From what he could tell, no one took possession over the tiny woman except herself.
"Sorry," Chloe started walking again, Beca blinking as her eyes got used to the overcast in the usually clear blue Atlanta sky. "That kid bothers me."