Prompt idea: Were!Chloe has fleas and Beca has to treat her, much to Chloe's dismay
Beca tapped the edge of her pencil against the notebook, shifting uncomfortably in the seats of the auditorium. After about 45 minutes listening to the same lecture about the cells main powers, her back started to go numb. Everything about the makeshift classroom was tired and dreary. The lights were lowered, and some old projector groaned each time her professor would flip a slide.
She was bored, mind wondering as she started to trace little music notes on the paper's edge. Her notes had become more a skewed as time went on, the tiny brunette fighting sleep as she settled for sitting quietly next to her girlfriend. Her girlfriend of almost a year, school droning on for the seniors as they struggled to keep up grade point average.
The brunette was still getting used to her, to being this close on a daily basis. She was never much for human contact, but after the shocking discovery that Chloe wasn't human, it somehow bonded them even more. Everything clicked into place and those soft blue eyes meant more than the world to her. It didn't matter that it had been a stressful journey and that she had doubted herself on more than one occasion (Because, please, there is no way Chloe Beale could be a werewolf). Except she was. She was and that was the reality of it.
Every month Aubrey had been teaching the younger girl better ways of keeping Chloe calm, of getting used to the many puppy-like quirks she had. The jealousy, and well, the heat of it all. Because with all the good parts of Chloe Beale, came the bizarre and otherworldly. But Beca loved every inch of the girl.
The ginger let out a small huff of frustration, running her fingers over the curves of her spiral notebook. It looked a lot neater than Beca's, that was for sure. The one thing she did have control of was her education- but even she was becoming agitated, Beca noting this as she squeezed the woman's hand slightly, still trying to focus on the Professor's drowning words.
Chloe was wiggling in her seat. It creaked, being old. But it wasn't noticeable, a lot of people were restless; bouncing their legs and letting out small sighs. The older woman, however, started to press her back further into the chair, rubbing it back and forth. Odd behavior, even for her.
The brunette gave her a jarring look, hair falling into Chloe's steely gaze as she wiggled some more, her tongue peeking out of the corner of her lip in concentration. "Babe?" Beca eased out in a small whisper.
"Hmm?"
"You're wiggling." Beca kept quiet, not earning the attention of her girlfriend just yet. "Everything okay."
"I'm itchy." Was all she got a response, Chloe having let out a puff of air before falling back in her natural position, crossing her arms over her chest as she blew a bit of hair from her face. She was grumpy, that much was for sure. That was usually Beca's position in their relationship, so the younger of the two simply lifted her chin and focused back on the lesson.
The door shut softly behind the blonde as she set all of her bags against the floor, rolling her shoulders to ease the tension that had collected along her neck after a day full of studying pre-law. Everything in Aubrey told her to sneak into her room at the back of the apartment. To not let Beca or Chloe catch a glimpse of her arrival, her fingers still clutching a plastic bag.
It wasn't that she didn't' enjoy spending time with the pair. It was that she didn't have the heart to address the situation that she had gotten multiple texts about. Prompting her to come home from the library a lot sooner than her resolve would normally allow.
She drew in a soft breath before rounding the corner into the living area- clean like it always was, but something was off. Beca leaning heavily against the back of the couch as she shook her head. She had noticed Aubrey but didn't say a word- dark blue gaze on Chloe.
Chloe who was on her back, using the heels of her feet to dig into the carpet, effectively pushing her around in little circles on the floor. Aubrey could see by the unnatural flipped patterns of the carpet that she had been at it for a long while; writhing on the floor for some relief like a damn maniac. It reminded her of a dog after a bath- trying to dry its coat.
"How long has this been going on?" Aubrey said as she leaned next to Beca in a similar position.
"Mm, two hours?" She responded "She started to feel itchy in class, but I thought she was just restless, you know? It was Mr. Harper." Aubrey nodded thoughtfully "Anyway, I picked up some take-out and then came home to her trying to rub one out all over the carpet."
"I really don't think that's the correct expression." Aubrey paled, shaking her head as she stood up straight. "You got take-out?"
"Yeah, Chinese-"She slowed her words the second the blonde shoved a weighted object wrapped in the plastic bag in her grasp. "What's this?"
"I'll trade you, Kung-Pow noodles for flea medicine."
"Aubrey, Flea medicine? You really think she has fleas?"
"Oh, I know she does." She nodded, taking a step towards the kitchen. "And for once, I'm not the one who has to fight her to get her to actually take the damn antibiotics."
Beca unwrapped the package, staring at the drab red and white box with a pair of happy pets on the front. It came with a large list of instructions, ones that she knew she wouldn't' have the patience to read.
"Ow!" She heard Chloe grunt, her forehead hitting the leg of the coffee table, halting her movements for a mere four seconds before she started to rub herself all over the carpet once more. It pushed a sigh past Beca's lips. "Fucking fuck."
Beca grimaced as she caught a glance of Aubrey. "What's so funny?"
"She is so not going to let you put that on her."
"You'd think she would want some relief," Beca stated plainly, tearing into the package. It was a little small tube filled with green jell. It seemed she only had one chance at this; at placing a thin strip of the medicine along Chloe's back where she couldn't reach or smear it.
"She finds it degrading," Aubrey shrugged her shoulders softly. "Who can blame her?"
"You know," Beca smirked, "Flea's don't just stay on the host, your precious rugs are probably crawling with millions of- Okay, okay!" She scrambled out, Aubrey pushing her towards the ginger who was growling slightly at this point. The blonde grumbled something along the lines of how Beca was a child before hurrying into the kitchen to claim her prize.
Beca watched her girlfriend for a few seconds more, trying to access the situation. She was panting at this point, turned on her side as she rolled her shoulder against the perforated carpet. Her jaw was clenched, a determined look in her eyes as she shifted on her back, letting out a huff of frustration.
The tiny brunette took this as her chance, having stuck to the side of the couch like glue at this point. She launched herself forward, catching Chloe in her grasp. The girl was strong, drawing in a thick breath as she let out a squawk. Beca straddled her, pinning one of Chloe's hands under her knee- both of Beca's hands placed skillfully above the girl's shoulders, palm grasping the small tube of medicine.
Chloe squinted at her girlfriend, blue orbs shifting to the hand closest to the side of her face before she shot her stare back towards Beca, a gasp escaping her lips. "You wouldn't."
"Try me, Beale." The brunette hissed, struggling to keep Chloe from breaking away from her hold. The ginger wasn't having any of this, her eyebrows knitting together as she struggled to shove the girl off. "Seriously, Chloe? It'll help, I promise!"
"I don't have fleas!" She said painfully.
"Yes, you do," Aubrey said from behind the couch, a white box with red lettering clutched in her grasp. She was mid-bite, noodles piled on a metal fork as she chewed slowly. Beca giving her a dark glare.
"Oh!" The sound came out as a gasp as Chloe put her hand on Beca's side, effectively using most of her strength to shove the girl to the floor beside her. The smaller girl let out a grunt as Chloe freed herself from her clutches, quick on her feet as she began to dash away from the two women.
"Viva la, Fuck you!" Chloe shouted, surging forward towards their shared bedroom.
Beca flipped onto her stomach, reaching out with her free hand to grasp Chloe's ankle, bringing the girl back down to her level, it earned another growl from the girl, her own abdomen getting the air knocked from it.
"Aubrey," Beca struggled out, climbing on Chloe's back once more, wishing or a stronger hold, Chloe's hands stretching towards the room one more as she dug them into the carpet. "A little help, please!"
"I'm good." The blonde said with a sigh, plopping down on the sofa as Beca let out a frustrated groan, She was enjoying this way too much. Beca took her one hand and tore the cap of the medicine away. There wasn't much in the container. "Make sure you don't miss, that stuff is expensive."
"Chlo, if you don't hold still, I swear to God!" Beca dug her elbow into the girls back, brushing her wild locks out of the way as she carefully squeezed a bit of the cold jell onto her girlfriend's neck, making her growl softly as she continued to struggle- the brunette placing it where she wouldn't be able to reach it even if she tried, her heart pounding loudly in her ears as Chloe finally stopped trying to fight her off.
Both of them sat, trying to catch their breath for about a minute, Beca swallowing roughly as she placed the tube of empty antibiotics on the glass coffee table to her right. Sweat was soaking through her shirt at this point, jaw clenched as she shakily pulled herself off Chloe and onto the floor next to her. Crossing her legs.
"I'm not itchy anymore," Chloe spoke into the floor, her arms still above her head.
"Chlo," Beca panted, the redhead turning her gaze towards the flushed woman. "I am."