Prompt: part 3 of the blood moon were!chloe prompt?

Beca had to focus. She had deadlines to meet- people to please with the overwhelming weight of responsibility on her shoulders. This was the third time she had presented the same track to the intimidating list of buyers. Each time they would meet her with more demands pertaining to certain pitches, and off-beats that the young producer had trained herself to overlook at this point.

David Stewart was not an easy man to please or catch between his many meetings with people in the same exact position she was. Promising, but lacking that specific thing that he wanted to portray in his record label. The thing that had gotten him Grammy's. The thing he said Beca had buried deep down inside her. It's why he was giving her this third chance. One that made her hold her breath and pull out all the stops.

That included buying the man an expensive steak dinner in the middle of the airport restaurant. It was surprisingly quiet in the large dining room. There was the low buzz of a piano player that went along with the soft atmospheric light that radiated from dimmed bulbs. Beca wore her best dress; a tight black number that maybe hung a bit low. It seemed to drive Chloe a bit nuts on the drive there, her deep ocean eyes growing darker by the second.

The young DJ knew that it was a dangerous move; inviting her wife along to something like this. But David had taken a shine to her just like every other human being that came in contact with the redhead. In fact, he even insisted that Beca bring along the woman he stared cocked mouth at during the family BBQ the office put on every single year. Even for the people who fetched his coffee.

"Sorry, we're late." Beca reached across the table, taking the mans hand in hers. He nodded with understanding, having stood from his seat. "The roads were crazy tonight."

"No worries," David gave her wife a breathtaking smile, Beca gripping the back of Chloe's seat as she pulled it out with eased grace. "You know what they say about full moons."

Beca had to stop herself from choking back a gasp. Yes, she knew what they said. In fact, she had studied the cycle of the moon more than her own. This damned dinner date with David Stewart fell into her most taxing time of the year. Part of her more than grateful that the fabric of her dress covered the long and taxing scratches that made her shiver in anticipation just by the thought of them.

The Blood Moon.

Chloe laughed earnestly, not as worried as her counterpart as they settled in for their meal. "They don't call it lunacy for nothing, Mr. Stewart."

"David, please." He stated with a glint in his eyes. "I hope you two don't mind, but I ordered a bottle for the table. It helps me unwind before long flights such as this one."

"Not at all," Beca swallowed back the nerves there were steadily climbing. She could use a bit of alcohol herself. Maybe it would quell the anxiety that made her stomach bubble. David simply gave a brighter smile. He's not a scary guy Beca Breathed to herself. She almost let herself lean back a bit in her chair- her laptop back resting at her side.

"Right, well, Beca I believe we have a few things to discuss." He shifted his honey stare to Chloe once more, making her shift in her seat. The deep emerald green of her dress was quick to bring out the blues that shone against her iris's. "We don't mean to bore you, Chloe."

"Oh, by all means." The girl said with a smooth edge.

David lifted his chin as he turned his attention back to the brunette, her heart rate picking up by the second. She took this as much of a signal to pull the computer out of the bag, her fingers steady despite the numbing cold that ate away at her touch. She worked with ease, opening the same program she had for the past seven years of her life. For the past two meetings that took place in a stuffy office instead of a nice eatery.

She easily slid the headphones into the jack, reaching with ease across the table as David wrapped his tanned fingers around the object. He had a bit of excitement on his face- a bit of raw anticipation that made Beca's mouth taste like cotton. Her pulse was wild against the inside of her wrist- eyes darting towards Chloe with a bit of desperation as her boss pulled the headphones over his ears and hit the enter button. He closed his eyes- he always did when he listened to stuff like this. He wanted to feel it. Every ounce of it.

Beca swallowed roughly, knowing that she had at least three minutes to panic on the outside as much as she was on the inside. She didn't get much of a chance- a cool and precise hand reached over and cupped her knee under the table, drawing her murky stare to her wife's. It was filled with unchecked emotion, clumsy and almost reckless. Chloe was holding herself back tonight too. Just in a different way. One that Beca knew took a lot of concentration.

"Hey," Chloe whispered evenly, breath hot on Beca's throat.

"Hi," She squeaked.

"Will you relax a little? I'm sure David will love it."

Usually being told to "Relax" would spur something other than calmness. But Chloe had a certain effect on her. One that let her roll her shoulders back softly at just the simple cooling touch against bare skin.

"I can hear your heartbeat." Chloe reminded gingerly. It was something she did sometimes, making sure that Beca knew the older woman had control of the situation at all times. She could quicken it with a single look, slow it down with the squeeze of her touch. It was comforting, assuring.

"Sorry," Beca blew out a breath, shaking her head "I'm sure it's distracting."

"Maddeningly so," Chloe purred, her voice laced with a low growl. It made Beca's cheeks heat redden. She recognized the snarl. She felt it deep within her bones. It took everything in her to swallow back the gasp that filled the silent air as David shot his eyes open, she couldn't read them, but it pulled her stare away from her wife.

His ears looked hot, raw from the extra weight of the headphones. Chloe ran her thumb silently against the edge of Beca's knee. David not speaking over the lull of the restaurant as he closed her computer, that fluorescent glow not shielding his stoic expression anymore.

Beca noticed every single thing that went on around her. The way a waiter sat at the edge of the bar and rolled countless bundles of silverware. He made small talk with the bored bartender that rested behind the counter. She was wiping a few glasses. A couple of businessmen leaned into his booth, scrolling through his phone while he sipped a buttery glass of scotch. He winced as it burned his throat.

More prominent was Chloe's slowly wandering fingers. Of course, she wouldn't dare push past the hem of her dress. Not now, not when David was about to speak. He pushed his fingertips together, leaning forward. "Well, Beca, I don't hate it."

She didn't exhale. Lungs burning.

"In fact, I think I love it." His words were smooth like the glass of wine she wished she could chug. Just to edge off the nerves. To calm everything in her mind down. "I loved it the first time I heard it too. But you took everything I said to heart, didn't' you?"

"I well-"She stammered "of course I did, you have a great ear for music."

"I would hope so. I did create a multi-million-dollar company based off of that ear." He chuckled. "I think we can work something out once I get back from Hong Kong if you're okay with that."

"Yeah, yes." She beamed, letting out a small laugh as Chloe smiled next to her. Trailing her fingertips further up the brunette's leg. Not too far, still teasing slightly with her cold touch. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it, I know talent when I hear it." David rubbed his hands together. "Now, you two ladies aren't going to let me finish off this bottle by myself, are you?"

Beca had a lot of tension leave her shoulders as Chloe and David fell into an easy conversation, the man tilting the emerald bottle above their glasses. The bloodied liquid coated the crystal- Beca had never been happier to see alcohol in her life. She quickly reached out, grasping the beverage as Chloe took hers a bit more slowly, not taking her hand away from Beca's now thigh.

She gulped down two quick swallows, the liquid sour. She was trying to focus on the trip to Barbados that David was actively describing, waving his hand around as he mentioned something about how terrible the rental car service was. All the while, Chloe's touch started to wander.

The brunette laughed at the appropriate moments, she smiled, and nodded each time David got to a more interesting part of the story; hell, anyone passing by would think both girls were beyond captivated by the man in front of them. Instead, Beca felt hot.

Her core was buzzing as Chloe lifted her hand slightly, running her fingers towards the hem of the flowy black dress that Beca had chosen to wear. Chloe had played the dutiful housewife, she had been supportive, and strong, all while her wife struts around in a number like that. A number that warranted more than a few stares from men and women alike. On any given day, Chloe would swallow her desire back. But it was the blood moon, the phase that not only made her crave pleasure herself but to pleasure the most important person in her life.

If Beca was going to stifle anything today, it would be a moan.

She was wet, soaked, really. Chloe could tell the second her fingers passed under the fabric of her dress. Her inner thighs were slick- so much so that Chloe could almost smell the desire that radiated from her core. Almost.

Chloe was teasing her wife, and Beca, being too reddened and aroused to stop, didn't say a word. In fact, something about yearning for celebratory sex after the two of them left the airport played into her own craving. She raised the wine glass to her lips, stifling her heavy breathing.

"I swear, that woman was a master con artist." David continued his story about meeting a random woman in the town square with nothing more than a few bucks in his pockets. "I didn't even feel her reach into my shorts."

Chloe took this moment to run her fingers delicately over the wetness that soaked through Beca's underwear. She choked on the wine, the liquid burning her throat as David flashed his chocolate stare back to his employee, bemused. Chloe didn't show signs of stopping, and Beca didn't' want her to.

"You okay there, Beca?" He asked.

"Yes, sir," She said, "the wrong pipe, I suppose."

"Continue, please," Chloe said, her voice normal. She was in control. "How did you get back to the resort? You must have been crafty."

He nodded, swallowing a gulp of his drink before continuing on. Chloe giving her wife a reassuring smile as she earned a consenting nod instead. The older woman dared to press her fingers closer to the younger girl. Beca wanted to buck forward, she wanted to feel Chloe inside of her- even if it was a bit risky. Which it was. That almost fueled the burning edge of her core.

Beca swallowed back a moan the second Chloe dared to slip past the thin fabric that protected her. She was soaked, Chloe easily moving her touch past Beca's folds as the girl pushed her stomach into the edge of the table, resting her elbows on the cloth as she struggled to listen intently to the man's words.

"Anyway, we ended up getting back to the path through the woods anyway. So we still made it back to the resort."

Beca's heart was beating faster than ever, her breath shallow as she lifted her chin slightly, saying something along the lines of how lucky he was to actually get home. He nodded. "You two went on your honeymoon in Barbados, didn't you?"

A flutter moved against Beca's stomach, the beginning of something she wasn't so sure she could muffle. "Yes!"

David moved his eyebrows up in shock at the excited response. Chloe holding back a grin as her wife struggled against the intimate feeling that was sure to fill her. The redhead lets a bit shine through. "She loved Barbados, didn't you honey?"

"I did," Beca's voice trembled, it wasn't noticeable. Chloe's fingers curled inside of her. She sat back in her chair, feeling the cool leather press near her back. "Oh,"

"Oh?"

"Just remembering a few things." Beca said, "Remind me, what resort did you stay in again?"

"The Royal Pavilion." He cocked his head to the side. "You feeling okay, Beca? You're sweating."

"I'm fine." Her voice cracked, Chloe, knowing when enough was enough. She pulled back, letting her hand rest against the inside of Beca's thigh. It was warm and dominating but held comfort all the same. "Must just be the lights, sir."

"Very well," David said with caution. He knew when to drop things, however, raising his watch to his stare. "Girls, I do hate to cut this short, but I do have a plane to catch."

"No worries," They both stood as David reached across the table, he took Beca's sweat covered hand first, shaking it softly. "Beca, we'll hammer out the details on Wednesday. If you have any questions before then, you can call Jessica."

"Thank you, sir."

He smiled, taking Chloe's hand next. "It was a pleasure to see you again, David."

"Likewise."

He was gone after that, giving one more nod before vanishing into the crowd of people that usually crowded the Atlanta airport at this hour. You could still hear the automated muffle of his flight being called to the terminal, shattering the illusion that they were in a real dining room. Beca clenched her jaw shut, letting out a long breath, her chest coated with a brine of sweat as she outstretched her hand and grasp her computer from the table.

"You know," She said with a long sigh "I don't understand why you start things without the intention of finishing them."

"Beca," Chloe was silent for a few moments, contemplating her words maybe. Her eyes scanned over the length of her wife in that dress. The woman with long and toned legs. The one who had chocolate locks flowing over perfectly broad shoulders. She wrapped her fingers skillfully around the woman's wrist. "Who said I wasn't going to finish?"