[Prompt: while out on a date, beca and were!chloe both get hit on. while beca is annoyed of being hit on and her girlfriend being hit on, she does her best to calm were!chloe and it doesn't help that beca can see chloe's hand slowly becoming claws]

Beca kept her cheek against Chloe's shoulder, her fingers intertwined with the older woman in a bit of an aloof way. She was used to the way the two of them moved together, her extra lean not deterring the redhead. She felt comfort, an overwhelming sense of home filling her as she walked back to the car after a long night.

The restaurant had been crowded like it always was. It's dull orange glow and ambient classical music gave both women a sense of warmth that clouded them in a small bubble- even if it was just for the night. A night where they only had to worry about the deep looks in the other eyes, and the way they would smile softly at each other in the presence of an effortless silence.

Chloe had draped her brown leather Jacket over Beca's shoulders the second they emerged from their isolated heaven. The brunette would have protested, but after four and a half years of being together, she knew to leave it alone. Chloe had always been protective of her- in situations where Jack Frost was the one making the horrible moves, or in anything that presented a danger.

They had tried a new place on the waterway, the same waterway that brought out the cold breeze from the river's lapping waves. It brought musty air into the older woman's lungs and made it impossible for the two of them to have an easy trip back to the car. They had to travel along a stretch of boardwalk, lit up by fairy lights strung across the banister.

It would have been romantic, save for the bars that lined this part of town. It was getting later into the evening, meaning that it was almost the last call for said establishments. Those who were drunk needed to phone a cab and settled along the railings to cat call- or just quietly revel in their intoxicated states.

Chloe kept her head down when the whistles sounded, even though they stirred up some strange discomfort in the pit of her stomach, reminding her of the times her and Beca would be in the city for business. It was easier to ignore them there; you could quickly become lost in the crowds. But here was a little harder. Here, you could still make out the sounds of work boots clanking against the driftwood structure.

There were two of them, two guys who looked to be friends. They had watched Beca and Chloe almost the whole way down the docks, only voicing their vulgar opinions the second the two walked by.

"What?" One of the guys asked as they quickened their pace, almost involuntarily. "Am I not allowed to compliment a beautiful woman on her looks, Red?"

Chloe stopped, Beca giving her a strange, yet admired stare. She looked up at the girl, the very girl who seemed to be taking a deep breath to steady herself. It was one thing if the man had made some derogatory comment about her- but Beca? Beca was off limits.

"Chlo?" Beca asked in a hushed whisper.

Instead of getting an answer vocally, she was met by an action. Chloe turned around to face the two men with a sweet smile. The one who spoke looked greasy, shoving his elbow into his buddy with excitement his hand holding an amber bottle. His partner raked his eyes across the outfit Chloe had chosen for the date- a simple black dress with lace sleeves to counter the cold of the evening.

"Hi boys," Chloe turned up her charm as Beca watched with raised eyebrows, fingers clenching tighter around the jacket that rested against her frame. Chloe took a step closer. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Not at all, Sweetheart," The other man straightened his stance. He looked cleaner than his buddy, dawning a button down that was slightly untucked, a glass of scotch, neat, in his grasp. "When you look like that, we can answer anything you'd like."

"Good," She flashed him another dazzling grin, her voice a low purr. He licked his dry lips, waiting for her to continue. "Do you," She started to balance her fingertips on the edge of his collar- running her fingers easily against the fabric edge.

Suddenly her fingers were wrapped roughly around the material, so hard that they almost ripped through the seam. Her other hand had wrapped itself around the shorter one's t-shirt- pulling him close enough that she could smell the rotting alcohol on his breath. "Really think that women enjoy being treated like objects?"

The suit swallowed roughly, trying hard to settle his drink in his hands. "Well, No-I"

"You what?" Chloe said with a snarl "You think that staring at our asses and whistling at us will do what? Turn us on?" She directed her attention to the shorter of the two "Because consider me fucked."

"Listen lady" He held up his hands in surrender, "We didn't mean no harm, we just thought she looked nice."

"She does." Chloe shoved him away, his back coming into contact with the railing behind him as she struggled to steady himself. "But I don't think she needs you to remind her of that."

"Dude," The other guy spoke, voice tight "Your eyes are-"

"That's enough." Beca finally spoke up, voice filled with annoyance as she wrapped her finger around Chloe's upper arm. She knew that was her cue, her girlfriends stare fading from a vibrant blue to a muddy orange. Soon enough, they would be brighter than the sun- that one was hard to explain.

Chloe took the authority in her voice as a sign. A sign that maybe, just maybe, it was enough. The two men looked scared shitless of the woman they had just treated like an object- the wrong woman to scorn. She stiffened as Beca dragged her away, a few feet from the men before she once again, pulled her into a little grassy edge by some trees.

It was isolated, Chloe's back pushed up against the large oak as her chest heaved up and down. It was tight- her hair unruly as she struggled to catch her bearings. She could almost see the glow of her stare against Beca's soft skin and struggled expression. The shorter girl was squeezing her upper arms, trying to bring her back.

A deep growl was against each exhale, her jaw clenched as she dug sharpened nails into the bark. "Hey, Love" Beca took her cheek in her palm, rubbing her thumb over the inflamed surface. "I'm okay, I'm fine."

"Bec's-"

"No," The brunette stated simply. "I want you to say it, Chloe. I'm okay."

"You're okay." Chloe clenched her eyes shut, lifting her chin as she breathed in Beca's scent. It wasn't filled with fear like it had been a few minutes ago. It had a distinct smell- one that wasn't as sweet, or as kind. One that made jealousy and rage and concern always spark up in the redhead. "I'm okay, and you're okay."

"They were dicks," Beca said after a few moments, she had let Chloe's breath slow, had let her nuzzle her cheek into her palm and melt into the subtle embrace. "I bet they weren't even packing."

"Yeah," Chloe blew out a puff of air with a small smile"They made my wolf go crazy."

"I know," Beca whispered, her eyes filled with admiration as they met blue ones. Blue ones that reminded her that Chloe was calm, and collected, and well, hers. "I hope they were wasted enough to forget all this."

"Right," She nodded carefully "Who will believe a couple of drunks anyway."