[Prompt: Beca is spending the night at Chloe's and Aubrey's apartment since her roommate needs the dorm. While at the apartment, Beca finds thick metal chains, a tranquilizer and a muzzle and can't help but question the two. (Beca doesn't know Chloe's a werewolf]

Chains were not quiet. They were inanimate objects that didn't' care if they made a lot of noise the second they came tumbling down. It didn't' matter to them if they slinked out of an upper cherrywood cabinet with such unsubtly that it was almost comical- because this? Well, this was comical.

Beca took a small step back as the long string of metal linked silver rushed with strangled taps each time they hit a bump- it almost carried a melody as at least four feet of metal collected in a neat little pile on Chloe & Aubrey's kitchen floor. All the while- dusky eyes followed the movements.

It was quite a large cabinet- one that had its majority dedicated to the storing of the restraints- it's other contents consisted of what looked like a muzzle, and a few sharpened needles that propped up near a clear bottle that contained syrup. It had a few numbers on it- numbers that made Beca's chest tighten as she stared at the mess in front of her. Her mouth slightly agape as her fingers tightened around the small black handle.

Aubrey was frozen, waist close to level with the breakfast bar, arms strewn over it with one hand lazily holding a crimson glass of wine. Part of her wanted to chug it immediately, the other acknowledging the thick nausea in her stomach. Her pear colored eyes grew about three shades darker than usual. Her mouth was dry and sour, the taste of bile threatening to raise the second Beca slowly turned to face her.

"Your other right," Aubrey cleared her throat as she straightened her stance at the bar. She carried that same poised strength that she always did- even with the confused and crazed look the small brunette carried.

She had told Beca to grab an extra wine glass for Chloe when the redhead dashed off to the bathroom, because her bladder was the size of a penny at this point, and it would be nice to have a cup already poured for her when she emerged. But the ever-clumsy girl had gone for the cabinet on the left instead of the right.

"You're just going to ignore this?" Her voice was strangled as she whipped around, throwing her hands up in the air. She was careful to avoid the mess of metal on the ground.

"Ignore what?" Aubrey shrugged her shoulders. She was stalling, she had no idea what to say- usually, she could keep the brunette riled up enough to distract her. But this was a little harder to shift her attention from.

Aubrey felt Chloe's heat behind her, the girl running her hands over her pants to take care of any residual moisture. The scent of vanilla and lavender filling the room as the blonde wordlessly sprung her hand out, letting Chloe grasp the glass of wine with confusion etched into her soft features.

"What-"She caught the strange glance of Beca who looked frantically between the two women before looking at a large number of tranquilizers and, leather restraints. "oh."

"OH?" Beca nearly shouted, Chloe, pulling the cup that her counterpart had handed her to her lips. She took two long gulps- two loud and earth-shattering ones that dragged the silence on. "Why do you have enough restraints to handle a circus elephant?"

Chloe was calm as she licked her lips, placing the empty flute down on the granite countertop. Beca had crossed her arms over her chest at this point, waiting for an answer as Aubrey sat back in her seat. This is it, this is when it all breaks.

"Okay, Beca, the thing is" The ginger sounded out slowly "Aubrey has some very particular sexual practices."

"WHAT?"

"I'm sorry?"

Aubrey and Beca spoke at the same time, the blonde was the louder of the two. Her eyebrows shot up as she parted her lips- her own gaze moved to Chloe's as the small DJ kept her accusing stare at her captain.

This was not something Aubrey had signed up for when she and Chloe started to share a dorm three years ago. She didn't expect to have to keep at least two rolls of iron chains and lethal doses of tranquilizers on her when the moon reached a certain point in the sky.

But up until this point it had been little lies. They would end practice early sometimes. Aubrey would say that Chloe just got excited, or that she didn't like other dogs- or maybe she likes them a little too much, always getting the meanest of mutts to turn into little fluff balls.

The ginger cocked her head to the side, her big blue stare pleading. There was nothing supernatural about it; this was a pout. One of Chloe's "hard-to-say-no-to" pouts. Impossible really.

With a sharp breath, she slowly turned her position back to Beca, the girl with an amused look on her features. "She's…right" Aubrey's jaw was clenched "I use all of that stuff."

Chloe lifted her chin to urge her on.

"I like it real…" She squinted her eyes "Freaky."

"Oh," An amused smile pulled at the corners of Beca's lips, her stance less defensive as she held both of her hands up in surrender. "I'm not one to judge. But tranquilizers, really?"

"If you're not one to judge than drop it." Aubrey snapped, standing up straight as she pushed towards the living room, bringing her lips close to Chloe's ear as she kept her fingers around her upper arm. "You owe me, Beale."