A/N: I know I said this was a one shot, but glads33 requested an update and I'm a sucker for Bechloe fluff! Thanks everyone for all the reviews, follows and favorites!

"Is that sharpie?!"

"Well, umm, you see . . ."

"Beca." Chloe's voice was threatening and her eyes were dark, but Beca could see her teeth biting her lips to hold back a smile.

She climbed up in the bed beside her wife, snuggling into the covers and reaching up to drape Chloe's arm around her shoulders. Smirking, she reached out a finger to trace the offending ink.

"You were extremely insistent. . . "

"I was under the influence of mind-altering drugs." Chloe's hand buried in her hair, rubbing soft circles in her scalp.

"Exactly! You think that you're convincing sober? It's a thousand times worse when you mix in drug induced tenacity."

"And you couldn't write it in pen?"

"Nope! You were very specific about it being a sharpie." She burrowed down into the older girl, tangling their legs together.

"And you couldn't wipe it off? Maybe before I slept in it? Because now it's like really permanent and it's going to take days for it to wear off."

Her other hand came up to rest on Beca's shoulder and the DJ winced in shame.

"I uh. . . I didn't think about that."

"Uh huh, whatever. I think you just wanted to see your name inked on my body."

Beca rolled so that she was half on top of Chloe and stared up at her wife innocently.

"You know, I could always add 'Property of' above my signature, now that would be sexy.

Chloe's jaw dropped in indignation. "Watch it, Mitchell, you're on thin ice."

"Don't 'Mitchell' me, Mitchell."

Hands inched up Beca's sides and she froze, wagging a finger in the redhead's face.

"Do not! Do not tickle me! I am not going to get in a tickle fight with my drugged up wife!"

A devilish grin spread across the other girl's face.

"Who said you had to fight back?"

She quickly clamped her fingers over the fingers wiggling over her ribs.

"Chloe," She warned. "You need to rest."

The redhead slumped into the pillows, sighing.

"Fine, fine."

"Are you hungry?"

Chloe shook her head.

"Tired?"

"Lil' bit." Was the mumbled response, blue eyes already drifting closed.

"Mmm, good." She brought the covers up around them. "Let's nap."

When she awoke the second time, Chloe was wrapped around her, warm breath tickling her ear. Pressing kisses against red hair, she gently untangled herself.

"I'm gonna go grab a shower."

"I'll be there in a second." Chloe's voice was muffled against the pillow.

The DJ stretched and groaned before rolling off the bed and making her way to the bathroom. She turned on the hot water and stripped down, gasping when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Right there, smack on her ass cheek, was Chloe's flowing script in bold sharpie.

"Property of Chloe Mitchell"

There was a giggle in the doorway, and she looked up to see Chloe smirking at her.

"Payback's a bitch."