[Bechloe werewolf moment where Beca has to avois chasing after small animals when they're walking in a park full of people. Or a dog park]
Her fingers wrapped easily around the cotton of her girlfriend's collar. The easily stitched material, in turn, pulled into the older woman's throat; a strangled sound making its way past her lips.
Chloe Beale was not one to fold under the pressure of one little movement. She was stronger than Beca, sure, and she knew that she could break free of the woman's tiny little rodent hands- but she stayed. She stayed quiet for a few seconds, dragging her cold fingers across the raw spot forming on the pale skin at her neck.
Beca acted as if nothing just happened, her dark cobalt stare trained on murky water. The large lake was nothing to mess with. At this time of the year, it was coated in a thick sheet of pollen and pistia; green leaves stretching over clouded sandy banks. The ducks almost teasing the older woman as they drifted leisurely in the cool mess.
The brunette had her fingers intertwined with Chloe's, swinging them slightly as the two enjoyed the near-dusk setting. It was early summer, a night the both of them shared off. They had contemplated showing up at the park for the outdoor movie they projected on the side of the recreation center, but it was too crowded, and neither of them wanted to watch the Notebook for the twentieth time so they opted for a nice walk instead.
At least, it had started out nice. It was almost quiet as they shared in the scenery around the path usually used for bikers and dog-walkers. Beca was even tempted to sit on one of the man benches that circled the man-made bin of water to watch the neon orange fade off into violet.
Instead, she had to deal with Chloe.
Chloe who tried her hardest to focus on the silence. Chloe who was practically vibrating out of her skin each time the sound of a small animal reached her ears. Chloe who was practically drooling at the thought of the hunt. The whimper that escaped her throat was another red flag going up for the young DJ.
"Stop it," Beca warned, not giving it a second thought. It made Chloe snap her jaw shut with a huff. She was content with stroking her thumb against the edge of Beca's palm for the time being- but she was getting bored.
The taller girl stopped suddenly, Beca not paying much mind as she took a few more steps before her movement was halted by the extra, bone-crushing weight applied to her hand. She was being yanked back- a breath escaping her lips.
"Bec's" Chloe whispered, her attention trained on one of the many large oak trees that stretched above the winding path. Her words were rushed as she gave her girlfriends hand another squeeze. "Do you see that?"
The brunette let out an idle sigh, taking a large step back so her shoulder was right by Chloe's. She figured she would give her girlfriend the benefit of the doubt and actually humor her strangled attempts to get her to look.
There were a few branches clouded by dark green leaves that almost reminded Beca of a certain blonde captain's eyes. The limbs creaked in the slight summer breeze. Even with her gazing up at the mess of vegetation and squinting, Beca couldn't' see anything distinguishing.
"What, Chlo?" She whispered, knitting her eyebrows together.
"Squirrel."
"Oh, for fuck's sake!"
"HE'S MOCKING ME!"
"he is not!" Beca turned on her heel to face the girl as she peeled her hand away from Chloe's as she crossed her hands over her chest. "You know why? Because he is a rodent, Chloe."
"So you're saying that I'm smarter than him," She quirked her head to the side as Beca gave off one of her signature eye rolls. This was the type of puppy-like behavior that earned the taller woman her nickname. The one she hated so much be seemed to forget the source of. "Because technically his brain is the size of a nut. And that means I've got the advantage."
"Okay," Beca tapped her fingers against the woman's temple as she let out a huff. "Now I'm not entirely sure your brain isn't the size of a nut."
"I'm gonna get him."
"Chlo, what-"She was cut off when the woman placed both of her palms evenly on the tree truck, digging her nails into the bark as if to test its stability. Beca shot both of her eyebrows up as she tightened her annoyed stance. Part of her not wanting to admit being curious to how her full-grown girlfriend was going to scale an oak tree. "Leave him alone."
Chloe let out a shocked gasp as she whipped her head around towards her counterpart, silky copper locks falling into her determined stare. "You're on his side?"
"I'm not on anyone's side!" Beca barked out, throwing her hands in the air as she watched Chloe hug the tree closer. She pressed the tip of her combat boot into the lower part of the trunk, effectively lifting herself a few inches off the ground before sliding loudly back to the ground. "I would just like to get back to our walk."
She didn't' get a response as Chloe pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth. Adjusting her stance before taking another crack at it. She got a little higher this time- letting out a growl in annoyance as the soles of her shoes thudded against the soft soil once more. "You little bastard." She mumbled out "I swear to God when I get up there- Oof!"
Her words were cut short the second Beca wrapped her arm around her waist, nails digging into the rough bark as she was pulled away from the tree entirely. Damn, that tiny little hobbit was strong, even by Chloe's standards. She set her back down on the grass on the other side of the path- gripping her collar once more before the ginger could run.
"Go ahead, puppy, try it," Beca warned with fire in her eyes. "This is your favorite shirt and I am not above ripping it."
"But he started it." She whined loudly, slumping her shoulders in defeat.
Beca squinted her eyes and shook her head in disbelief "Did he?"
"YES!" She shouted in a burst of passion.
Beca stared her down for a few more seconds before reluctantly peeling her hands from the woman's shirt. She gave her the slight lift of the chin- allowing Chloe to let out a squeal of joy before launching herself back at the tree. Beca shook her head, a smile on her lips.
"Oh!" Chloe was back in front of her in a matter of seconds, Beca's gaze lifting to her girlfriends with confusion as she parted her lips to object. Instead, her expression was captured by a quick kiss, one that lingered close to her as Chloe wicked her hands into long brown locks.
She pulled away slightly, leaning her forehead against the shorter girls. "What was that for?" Beca panted.
"For being so understanding," Chloe mumbled, keeping her thumb under Beca's chin, studying her. Beca nodded, knowing that it was all part of the reason she loved Chloe. From the late nights when she chained her to radiators, or the half a thousand dollars she spent on new windows, she loved her. Every single inch of her. "Beca."
"Yeah, Chlo?"
"Do you see that dog?"
"What-"Before she could object, Chloe took off towards the large hill, completely forgetting about the squirrel up in the tree or her shell-shocked girlfriend who shook her head, taking off behind the tall ginger. Damn, she was fast. "Chloe no! That's Mrs. Henderson's dog!"