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Rumors: Chapter 26- Gobble Gobble Gobble
Beca sat stomach down on her bed, occasionally flipping through her phone on whatever was peeking her interest on social media as she connected the device to a nearby bluetooth speaker that was hooked up on her desk and playing some soft music in the background. That was of course under all the grunts and huffs coming from her girlfriend who was seated at her laptop, trying her hardest to figure out Beca's DJ software since, in the words of Chloe Beale, "I bet I can make some sick beats." So, having faith in the girl, plus it would be pretty amusing to watch her struggle through the process (not as easy as it looks,) Beca got her started on blank project and was eagerly waiting for the finished material.
And if Beca was basing the completion of the mix by the sounds erupting from the redhead, there is no way it would be done anytime soon.
"You good over there?" Beca teased, knowing damn well Chloe was having quite the time over at her desk as the screen on her desktop was filled with an overload of clips from multiple songs and pointless FX effects. It was unsettling to even watch from a distance since Beca- not going by her current room's current state because it was a little rough- was very organized with her music, especially creating them.
An hour before even opening the software, Beca had to take a field trip to every single piece of equipment on her desk, making sure Chloe knew what it was and how to use it.
She really didn't need Chloe breaking anything over there as she thinks her launch pad is a smaller version of dance dance revolution.
She snickered when Chloe doesn't respond because of the headphones over her ears as she listens to the music herself. By getting her attention, Beca reached behind her on the bed to grab Chloe's lion pillow pet and chucked it over to where her girlfriend was in a deep concentration. Chloe figures with the amount of time she spends the night at Beca's, that she should just start bringing her things over one by one since she basically lives here.
With her great aim and hitting the redhead directly in the back of the head, Chloe was startled at the sudden object hitting her, causing her to jump ten feet in the air before turning around with a scowl and swiping the earphones off her ears to a guilty looking brunette. With the new view, Beca takes the time to scam over her girlfriend and can't help but notice Chloe's body seems tensed, frustrated in a way. Her hair is tousled as a high messy bun with a few pieces of red poking out every now and then, eyebrows knitted tightly above angry yet sexy pale blue eyes that hide under those knee trembling thick squared glasses and Beca can't help but smirk devilishly at her girlfriend.
She asks this a lot but still, even 3 months later, how in the world did she get so lucky?
"You're so sexy when you are tensed." Beca half joked but honestly it was the truth and Chloe rolled her eyes, not having Beca's shit right now. "You need a back rub?" This got a snicker from Chloe under her breath when she turned back around to retrieve her pillow pet from the ground, knowing it was a saying she always told Beca. Truth is and she'll deny it if you ask but, Beca Mitchell loves Chloe's back rubs.
Like, a lot.
"What I want is for you to not throw around Nala like she's a piece of meat." Chloe gave a stern look before throwing her pillow pet back onto Beca's bed, gently this time before switching her focus back to the computer screen. "And maybe a back rub..." She pointed to her shoulders and threw Beca a smirk.
Now she regrets even offering because it involves Beca to get up from where she is laying comfortably on her bed and a whole five feet to get to where Chloe is sitting.
That's a lot of work.
Eventually, after a few childish groans and mumbled complaints about how far Chloe is, she rolled off her bed and walked over to Chloe, kissing her on the cheek briefly before letting her hands fall to the redhead's shoulders.
She smiled when Chloe's body went from tensed to flaccid with her chin dropping to her chest and released a soft moan when Beca's thumbs dug deep into her shoulder blades. "What are you working on over here?" Beca peeked over Chloe's shoulder to look at the progress on the program and everything Chloe was working on. Well, at least, "trying" to work on because now, it just looks like a musical shit show. "Fifth Harmony's work from home-" She squinted her eyes to read one of the songs cued up on the turntable to the left. "Good choice." She complemented, impressed at Chloe's choice because come one. FH are the queens. For real. "And Rihanna's work…." This one, not so good. "That's a lot of the word 'work' in a single song babe. Plus, talk about repetitive."
"They're the jams Becs!" Chloe clarified as if Beca was out of her mind for disliking Rihanna's song. What? The girl was a killer artist but damn, this song is annoying as hell.
She shrugged her shoulders when Beca stopped her movements with her hands, causing Beca to roll her eyes at how insanely spoiled her girlfriend was. And also, how great of a girlfriend she was for going all masseuse to loosen Chloe up a bit.
Best girlfriend in the world? Uh, yes.
"Let me hear it so far."
"No." Chloe said quick with no flinch in her voice.
"Why not?" Beca laughed because she knows Chloe is nowhere near done and it probably doesn't sound very well. "Here-" she reached out to unplug the earphones from the deck and turned up the volume to her desk speakers, "-I bet it won't be bad."
Being right, it actually wasn't that bad. There were parts though that could be heard when she switched between the two songs and at points, the basslines didn't matching up but so far, it wasn't awful to say.
Not taking in the fact that Chloe has only gotten 20 seconds into the mashup in the past hour. Nope, totally ignoring that.
"I don't know how you do this on a daily basis and sooo quick!" Chloe voiced impressed.
"You build patience and a tolerance over the years so you get use to it." Beca shrugged, pressing pause on her keyboard to stop the music. "It's not bad babe." She leaned down to place another kiss on Chloe's cheek, smiling when she feels Chloe's mouth curve upwards at the compliment. "Though, you are a pretty big fan of the echo FX aren't cha?"
"Hey, it sounds cool in most songs!" Chloe defended, nudging her elbow in Beca's stomach from where she was standing behind her. "You fix it." She scooted the rolling chair over with a challenging smirk, allowing Beca access to her launchpad, deck, and keyboards.
Beca was more than happy to take over, fixing up Chloe's mess so, she grabbed the headphones off her table and began to work silently, feeling Chloe's eyes burning holes into the side of Beca's head as she stared intently. There wasn't really much to work with since Chloe barely had anything to start so the process didn't take longer than about ten minutes. Beca just combined the usual basslines and made sure vocals weren't heard in between transitions.
You know, the usual DJ stuff. Basics.
Pulling off the headphones, Beca cued the song again as Fifth Harmony's instrumental beat boomed through her speakers and Rihanna's voice echoed through the room's air.
(Fifth Harmony)
(Rihanna)
All that I wanted from you was to give me
Something that I never had
Something that you've never seen
Something that you've never been!
*transition*
'Cause baby, you're the boss at home (Mmmmm!)
But I wake up and act like nothing's wrong
You don't gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, (work work work work work)
But you gotta put in work, work, work, work, (work work work work work)
You don't gotta go to When you a gon' learn, learn, learn, learn, learn!
Before the tables turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn!
Beg you something please
We can work from home, oh, oh, oh oh (work work work work work)
We can work from home, oh, oh, oh oh (work work work work work)
"How did you do that!?" Chloe gazed at the creation on Beca's screen, eyes stretched wide and mouthing hanging open. "It sounds so good! And I know I say that for all the mixes you make but wow, actually seeing the work being done is like...wow." Chloe said, speechless, and it made Beca smile. Sure, she hears it a lot, like Chloe said, but never does she get sick of it.
"I don't know. It's just comes natural I guess." Beca shrugged her shoulders, saving the mix into a file because she actually thought the songs matched up perfectly. Maybe later she can work on it and give it to Chloe as she finishes up another personally made playlist for the girl.
Chloe scoffed. "Natural? No, that's supernatural stuff what you do Becs. You have an ear for music that's for sure."
"You think so?" Beca turned her head, smirking at her girlfriend under her mischievous blue eyes, which were staring at her like a lion would its prey.
"I know so." Chloe purred, grabbing Beca's wrist and pulled her over until the brunette was straddling her thighs and arms were hooked around her neck. "And God, it's so sexy when you're in your element. The way your fingers have a mind of their own, floating so elegantly over the dials and how you chew on your bottom lip when you're in deep concentration, bobbing your head faintly to the beat of the music…" Leaning in closer to Beca's smirking face above her's, "it kinda turns me on." She whispered this across Beca's lips before barely nipping at the skin on Beca's bottom lip with her teeth and squeezed her girlfriend's butt to prove her point, if not already.
"Kinda?" Beca teased, the space between their faces still basically nonexistent and noting the quick color change in Chloe's eyes how seconds ago, they weren't as dark as they are right this moment. "Are you sure it doesn't turn you on?" And she finished off closing the rest of the distance between their mouths with a chaste kiss to start, loving the chase she got from Chloe to kiss her again when she gradually pulled her head farther and farther back.
"Oh, it turns me on." Chloe said, stealing a few more kisses that were a little too PG for her liking. Before she could even catch Beca's lips again, hoping to deepen the action this time, her hands were empty and Beca was out of her lap, leaving her thighs chilled due to the lack of warmth Beca provided as she walked over to her bed to lay down.
Laying down and wearing that stupid smirk again that Chloe has grown to love so much. But right now, all hot and bothered, she wasn't much of a fan of the expression.
"You Beca Mitchell are the BIGGEST tease." Chloe got up from the chair and joined her girlfriend on her bed, settling her head on Beca's shoulder as an arm wrapped around her waist, bringing her body in closer.
"I'd like to characterize myself as less of a tease and more along the lines of, hard to get." Beca snickered as Chloe draped her arm over Beca's midsection and tangled their legs together comfortably. "Plus, I kinda wanna talk about college or whatever."
Now that they talked the other night at the bonfire about their futures together, both wanting the same things, Beca felt more at ease talking about these things with Chloe. Not so more of she can do this all by herself and figure everything out on her own. She knew that if she wants a future with Chloe-which she does, like a lot- they have to talk about these things together.
"Sure, what's up?" Chloe lifted up Beca's shirt, tracing random patterns with the tips of her fingers across the brunette's stomach and navel. There's a lot of things Chloe loves about Beca. An endless amount. But her favorite has to be Beca's stomach for sure. Just how toned and smooth the area is and if Chloe would drag her fingernails across each devout a certain way, Beca's muscles would flex underneath.
It was just something Chloe would stare at and play with for hours.
Beca used her hands to comb through Chloe's hair that wasn't in a bun, her nails trialing against the girl's scalp, leaving Chloe to rest her eyes at the sensation. "I think wherever we decide, I'm not going to focus on basketball."
Chloe lifted her head from Beca's shoulder and her face screamed shocked. Also a little confused as to why Beca would want this after years and years of eat, sleep and playing the sport. It would be weird to go through all of that just to like, drop it out of the blue. "Why? You're amazing at basketball!"
"If you haven't noticed I'm a solid 5'2 and I'm pretty sure I'm shrinking by the day." Beca laughed and reached down to link her hand with Chloe's where it sat on her stomach, linking their fingers together so she could play with Chloe's thumb ring. Normally, she didn't talk about her height-not that it was a touchy subject because she really didn't care but more so because she liked to believe basketball was built off of talent. Not height.
"Maybe someone should stop drinking coffee every morning and you might be able to stay the same height." Chloe teased with a wink and only got a playful eye roll in return. "Of course I noticed your height. It's kinda hard not to when I have to lean down to kiss you all the time. It's a lot of stress on the neck babes."
"You do NOT have to lean down!" Beca ignored Chloe's evil cackles of a laugh and pushed her shoulder back into the bed until Beca was able to kick one of her legs over the top of Chloe's thighs, straddling her girlfriend, who was hopelessly trapped with her hands locked above her head on the pillow. "You're 5 '3, not 6'0 like daddy long legs in the next room and also, without shoes Beale, I'm your exact height so suck it."
"Is that an invitation?" Beca mentally slapped herself at the bait she put in a dish and sat right in front of Chloe for her to take. She should've seen that one coming by the pure look of lust in her eyes when saying what she said, knowing Chloe would manage to make it sexual.
"No…" Chloe challenged with an eyebrow raised. One that was a non verbal question by itself, saying pretty much, 'are you sure?' It was a tempting offer, very tempting, but more important things about life and stuff need to for once, be put in front of sex. So after shaking off her raging hormones, Beca rolled her eyes again. "Okay maybe like, later….or whatever but seriously." She caved as she shook her hands, tossing the offer aside for now and watched Chloe praise herself by the batting of her eyelashes and a curving smirk. "I wanna talk to you about everything regarding us."
"Okay sorry, continue." Chloe's posture settled to more serious demeanor-even though her arms were still locked high above her head and placed in Beca's grip. "You were talking about basketball and stuff."
"Yeah I mean, I love the sport, don't get me wrong. I just….I don't know. Music is what I want to focus on since I don't plan on going any farther with basketball regarding my career."
"There's WNBA Becs. You're that good." Chloe spoke sincerely, something Beca loves the most about her. She always knows how to make a girl feel good.
Physically and mentally, if you know what she means.
Beca scoffed. "Again, I'm short. I think high school I can get by but even in college, there is going to be way better talent and competition. I just don't see my life revolving around basketball. I see myself producing music-hopefully out in LA. Yeah, I'll take scholarships and whatever but as far as going to these big division I schools, I'm going to pass. Scholarship money is what I'm mostly looking at." Beca explained.
If Beca could get into a school for barely a cost, that'd be perfect.
"It makes sense because you're already so talented with music now. I can't even imagine four years from now but am excited to find out!" Chloe gushed with a large cheeky grin and Beca was too busy swooning over Chloe's words that she totally forgot about her grip on the redhead's wrist.
Soon, Chloe's hands were pulled out before Beca could even blink. Then, she was no longer hovering Chloe and instead, looking up in those dark blues with in return, her wrists hung and locked securely above her head. "Also, you making music might or might not turn me on…. a lot. So I'm definitely okay with you giving up basketball for music-though I am going to miss your cute butt in those basketball shorts."
"Hey now. My butt is not cute. If anything, it should be toned and firm with the amount of suicides coach makes us run." Beca pouted, trying to not remember the harsh conditioning practices her and fellow teammates had to participate in.
Hell days? More like hell months.
"Trust me, it's super toned and firm." Chloe whispered, leaning down to ghost a kiss above Beca's lips but pulling back quickly when she felt Beca lean up. Now that she was on the other end of the teasing, it wasn't as fun as before.
"You said my music turns you on… producing music..." Beca started and Chloe nodded at this, biting her bottom lip that Beca so happens can notice take her eyes off. "Can I ask what else….does?"
Chloe contemplated for a few seconds, her lip still placed snugly between her teeth, the baggy shirt she was wearing was falling off her shoulders, giving Beca a very high definition view of her cleavage, and that sight alone was enough to turn Beca on if the spotlight was on her. And also, if her hands weren't glued above her under Chloe's surprisingly strong grasp, they definitely would've been somewhere else and definitely not in sight.
"Oh the list goes onnnn…" Chloe cooed seductively and in a lower tone that tickled Beca's insides. "But to start with the obvious, your mouth-" Beca hands are free when Chloe released her hold and brushed the tip of her thumb around the frame of Beca's mouth. "More so your tongue." She winked and Beca felt her finger move with her mouth as she couldn't help the cocky smirk that was beginning to form. "That stupid-yet sexy smirk that is on your face so much throughout the day I'm scared that it is going to become permanent….not that I'd mind."Chloe flicked the corner of Beca's smirking mouth.
"What else?" Beca encouraged, loving how all these sounded coming from Chloe's mouth. She moved her newly freed hands down from where they were on the pillow, shaking out the stiffness from being at that uncomfortable position for so long and placed them over Chloe's skin, just under the fluorescent pink athletic shorts she was wearing.
"Your eyes are pretty much a panty dropper to even start." Chloe said, making both of them laugh; Beca more so than Chloe because of course, Stacie's vocabulary has affected her girlfriend's. "Your piercings, your tattoos, that deep and raspy voice you have in the morning when you wake up. Every single curve, muscle, freckle on your body. Really, I could go on for days, Mitchell."
"I wouldn't mind that. Boosts my ego that's for sure." Beca winked.
"Shut up." Chloe giggled, changing positions so that her full front half is laying horizontal over Beca's and her forearms are on either side of the brunette's face. She reached back and pulled a blanket over the both of them, feeling a breeze coming from Beca's window that was making the room a little chilly. "I wanna hear some stuff from you." Fingers brushed the few strands of hair off of Beca's forehead and she leaned into the tough.
"Alright well to start-" With free hands, she moved them under the sheet covering her and Chloe, sloping her hands under the t-shirt so she could traced around Chloe's back dimples. "Your whole existence turns me on like a light switch."
Beca started and it is such a sad, sad truth. Half the time she wonders how her body language can even keep up with becoming embarrassingly noticeable as her sanity gets eaten away by the sexiness that is all Chloe Beale.
"Good." Chloe purred, closing the distance-if any- between both of them, giving Beca a brief kiss. "What else?"
"Whenever you cuss like, in general." Beca admitted and watched Chloe's mouth hint towards a devious smile that made her wonder what on earth was she thinking.
"Cussing huh? Like damn?" Beca shook her head at this one. It was a good one but didn't it make her stomach twist like a few other choice of words do. "Bitch?" Not this one either. It reminds her too much of Stacie since the word is her favorite curse word. "Shit?" Okay, getting warmer. "How about...fuck?"
Ding ding ding.
Beca couldn't help but whimper at Chloe's tone, as it was a mixture between a whisper and a growl, but nonetheless able to tear Beca's insides to a rough swallow after realizing her throat became the sherah dessert, "what was that? I didn't hear you." Beca smirked the question even though she heard Chloe completely, and just wanted the excuse to hear it again.
"Does it turn you on when I say fuck?" Chloe repeated, her teeth grazing her bottom lip just before the entire word slips out and seriously, can Beca get this on recording or something?
"God yes." She admitted through a whine.
"I'll remember that." Chloe winked and Beca doesn't know what she means by that. But whatever, it excites her anyway. "Proceed."
"I fucking hate pet names but when you call me baby, especially when you're cumming-" Beca wiggled her eyebrows and that smirk stretched farther when she could practically feel the tremble through Chloe's skin where she laid on top of her and how the pale of blue around her eyes was substituted with black. "It makes my brain short circuit."
"Go on." Chloe basically moaned, arching her neck so their lips were brushing against one another.
"A lot of the time, you sing with your eyes and what kills me is one look can go from passionate and powerful, to where I can physically feel the lyrics from the song to straight sexy and you have that squint in your eyes that's just….God." Beca breathed out, feeling hot already just imagining it.
"Well, that was very descriptive." Chloe giggled sweetly. "But takes a lot of practice. Is there anything else?"
"Is there anything else?" Beca mocked with a scoff. "I could go on and on about you but that'd just take too long. I do love your dancing though." Beca added this into her list of incredibly sexy things the redhead does. "Like a lot."
"Oh is that so?" Chloe was teasing with her smile, knowing that the way her voice lowered in octaves as she purs the words was something she did- and enjoyed-that melted Beca like an ice cube on a hot summer's day.
Beca scoffed before answering, averting her eyes away from Chloe's lips and trying to keep them glued to her eyes instead. "Yep. Watching you dance is so sexy." Boy was that an understatement. Every time Beca got the chance to watch her girlfriend perform,whether it was with a cheer routine, poms choreography, or even choir, she was hypnotized by every movement of her hips, not that she was complaining because damn, Chloe was hot.
But that's nothing new.
"Hmm, maybe I'll give you a private show one day." Chloe's whispered breath that spread across Beca's lips wasn't the only thing that was hot at the moment as Beca felt her insides light like a campfire. "My own little strip tease….. just for you." And then, she rolled her hips smoothly, not a hitch anywhere in the action and caused Beca to rest her case. Goddamn, Chloe is going to be the death of her.
As a response-and the only thing her brain was allowing her to do, Beca closed off the rest of the distance between them in a slow, passionate kiss with the only sounds now present in the room was the soft playing of fifth harmony from Beca's computer and she couldn't think of a more perfect moment.
A loud banging on her door caused the both of them to nearly jump out of their skin at the sudden noise until they figured out the voices behind all the ruckus.
"Fucking Stacie." Beca grumbled as the thumping on her door continued and all Chloe could do was giggle uncontrollably and occasionally placed a soft kiss here and there across Beca's annoyed features.
"Put your clothes back on, pause your finger bangin' and lets go get some grub!" Came from behind Beca's closed door and all she could do was groan at her friend for ruining yet another thing going with Chloe-which had the very intention of going further. Stacie Conrad, professional cock blocker.
"We shall finish this later." Chloe said, catching one more kiss from Beca's putted lips before hopping off the bed to fix her hair in a presentable way. Beca wanted to grab onto her wrist, pull her back down and keep kissing her until they both physically couldn't anymore, maybe just sit and bed and watch Chloe flip her luscious red hair back and forth but, her stomach out weighed any want by a monstrous growl, proving that food was much needed.
Guess she just has to wait.
Thanksgiving is probably one of Beca's favorite holidays. Hands down.
The size 22 pound turkey that you'll forsure have weeks of leftovers and one you probably have to youtube tutorials on how to marinate and stuff the thing before you end up burning down the whole house. Also making the other side dishes that take JUST as much time if you want the food done at a reasonable time, you better get your ass up at the crack of dawn to start going Rachael Ray. The family gatherings, endless amount of bonding as someone sets up charades or pictionary with people you don't even remember seeing but turns out, they are for sure somewhere in you family tree. Possibly a beer, the pie, the football. These are just some but are all great things that made this very holiday so special to Beca.
Ha.
Yeah right. Let's be real here.
The only reason why Beca loves this holiday so much is because of the pans and pans of delicious, home cooked food. Not the quality time with family. Yuck.
This year's Thanksgiving is a little different than what the Mitchell's usually ended up doing in the past. A year ago, Warren would fly Beca and Stacie up to Oregon so they all could reunite with grams and gramps, only so they could hint homophobic slurs to them through casual conversation and once Beca caught onto these things, the night would usually end in a fight with her grandparents, claiming that they love Beca no matter what and it's her lifestyle they respect blah blah blah blah blah. She knows they think she'll go to hell no matter what.
Well if that's the case, hopefully there's better food down there because shit grandma. For always watching the food network every time you flipped on the damn TV, your mashed potatoes tasted like complete shit. Along with everything else on the table.
And that's saying something because Beca loves food with a passion and hardly complains about anything she can eat. Where can she sign up to be that one guy who travels the world just to eat a ton of different foods just for the hell of it? When you find out, let Beca know.
Then she can't drop out of school and be that guy because his life is awesome.
Anyways, Beca in other words, hated Thanksgiving, if she was being honest-which she is. The day just has never been fun for her ever since her mom dipped out when she was younger and obviously other family members didn't help keep the tradition alive.
But now, with her mom back in her life, as well as Chloe and Aubrey, she doesn't know what to expect for this day. It could be one for the books and change her whole view about the holiday, or it can suck a bag of dicks, just like the last six years of her life.
To start the day off swell, thanks to her shithead of a friend Stacie, she was woken up at around eight...maybe even seven with the lack of usual sunlight that shined through her blinds when she usually wakes up on her own. Doesn't matter. All she knows was that it was way too early to function but knew she had to get ready to run some errands before heading over to Chloe's.
The Beales decided to have Thanksgiving at their place since the house is probably the second biggest after Aubrey's and also, the most casual, laid back environment to have everyone at. Having it at Aubrey's since she and her dad basically live in a mansion would be pretty neat, but the house was way too classy for everyone's likings as they would feel the constant need to always raise their pinkies up before taking a drink. No. No one wanted to live like the queen of England;at least not today.
Because let's be real. People gon' drink and people gon' get fucked up. Nothing about that is classy.
Beca jumped in the shower after being dragged out of bed by the she hulk, who goes by the name of Stacie Conrad, and scanned her entire closet for something decent to wear. Another thing Beca absolutely loved (really hated) was dressing up for Thanksgiving. What was honestly the point of she is just going to stuff her face and probably end up spilling on her anyways?
Though her father never forced her to wear dresses, skirts, or really anything nice at all, she still felt pressured to do so with the constant thoughts that she'd be judged by others if she showed up in sweats and a hoodie, the real attire she wanted to wear.
It took a while of searching but she landed on a ruby red, button up blouse that could roll up at the forearms if needed, a black pair of skinny jeans and heeled boots to finish the outfit. She figured that this was as good as fancy was going to get with her lack of dress up clothes and started changing into them. At least she was wearing red.
That's pretty dang festive.
She curled her hair in loose curls, laid back a little on the eyeliner and called it good after an hour and a half of getting ready. She didn't really know what time they were all planning on leaving since they still needed to get their groceries before bringing them over to Chloe's and it was around ten now, so even if she wanted to change, she didn't have time to.
Once in Stacie's room after spraying perfume to finish the look, she saw that even Stacie wasn't really dressed up. Okay, she was still pretty "dressed up" because Stacie loves to get ready, unlike Beca, but her outfit for today wasn't anything too big. Just bleach white skinny jeans that were partially ripped at the thighs, a baggy, plain black sweater that she got from Victoria's secret, and sick, black wedged sneakers that Beca even thought about stealing a while back.
Stacie was finishing her makeup in the bathroom when Beca came in and flipped the toilet seat down, joining her until she was finished.
"You look good Becs." Stacie complimented as she carefully curled her eyelashes with the mascara in her fingers.
"Do you actual mean that or are you just guessing? Because you're going all surgeon on your eyeballs and haven't even looked at me since I got in here." Beca joked, not even hiding the smirk because damn, she did look pretty good on this glorious morning.
"Peripherals Beca. Come on now." Came Stacie's sarcastic retort as she ran a hand a single hand through her straight black hair, letting each strand fall natural over her slanted black sweater that was showing off her very defined collar bone. Beca could only stare at this because honestly, it was so unfair.
Stacie and her looks were so unfair.
"Let's get this show on the road! It's only morning and I can already smell the food cookin'."
Both of them exited out of the bathroom connected to Stacie's room and headed downstairs to meet Beca's mom and dad. The two of them were already dressed and ready to go when Beca caught a glimpse of a fairly large bottle her mother was holding before putting it into her purse and then, just had to ask what she seriously planned on doing with that.
"Is this BYOB or something?" Tina didn't understand this fully coming from her daughter until Beca pointed down at the bottle tucked into her purse.
"How do you know it's alcohol huh?" Tina challenged with an eyebrow raised, shoving the bottle deeper into her purse to cover it but when she saw the glass was still in the open for her daughter to see, she pulled it out and began to reorganize her belongings inside.
"Mom, I'm a high school student. I know the different smells of alcohol, their brand names and even their design as far as bottles like it's written on the back of my hand." Beca shot back with a smirk. Don't question her canine abilities. It's a true blessing.
"If only numbers and equations were written on the back of your hand as well. Maybe you would actually be decent at your school work." Warren chipped in his unwanted word, chuckling under his breath at his joke. He was at the kitchen table writing-what Beca assumed, a list of stuff they needed for their end of the potluck dinner and definitely not mentioned in any part of her's and her mother's conversation.
"Chris fucking Rock everybody HA HA." Beca coughed up her best sarcastic laugh and flipped him off, only for him to fake like he grabbed it before sticking it into his pocket and continued to write on the paper in front of him.
"Nobody is good at math so that's irrelevant- besides Stacie and Aubrey but they don't count.. Plus, I'm at a solid B minus so that's pretty damn good in my book." Beca ignored all the impressed glances she got from her mom, Stacie and dad- like her having good grades was a rare sight. She wasn't a bad student. Like, at all. She stayed above a 3.4 ever since they started keeping GPAs and once she got into basketball. That's like borderline nerd right? "Other than that, I'm peaches."
"Hm, not what Chloe would say if I'd ask how you were doing in anatomy." Now her mom felt the need to add in a personal joke about Beca's academic life. Seriously?
"Okay no. We are done talking about me-" Beca said, cutting all questions regarding her and school. They were on one topic and that topic was the giant bottle of Patron her mom was trying to smuggle in her purse. "-what's with the Patron?" Beca squinted her eyes, catching a glimpse of the label so she could read it clearly. Her eyes nearly doubled in size when she saw that not only was it a pretty large bottle of Patron, but a damn impressive type. "Platinum….Tequila."
Beca's mom scanned over every inch of the ceiling where they were standing with a lip caught in her teeth, avoiding Beca's stern eyes that were demanding an answer. Beca also ignored how Stacie was basically salivating over the bottle as she looked at the drink like a steak at a five star restaurant. Cough, alcoholic maybe?
"House warming gift?" Tina suggested with raised shoulders.
Nice try mom. "Chloe's family hasn't moved houses." Still finding whatever it was to keep her focus away from Beca's gaze, she scanned the room, pondering for other excuses.
"Oh is that so?" Tina finally looked down from the ceiling over at her daughter and Beca gave her a nod in response. "Well then it's a… house gift?" Her words came as a question. Was that even a thing? "For Thanksgiving!"
"That's a pretty fuckin' nice house gift mom! How much was that?" Beca said, lifting a finger to point at the bottle. She knew the regular, silver kind of Patron ran high at a fairly high price so she can't even imagine what her mom spent on the platinum kind.
"Let's just say a lot…" She stands corrected.
Her mom finally was able to fit the crystal bottle into her purse and by the time she was finished going all surgeon with her wallet, notes, recipes, and other useless shit in her bag, Warren was done writing the list and, making his way to join everyone by the front door.
"We just thought it would be nice to bring something nice over to the Beale's for letting us stay over and have dinner with them."
"Oh yeah okay. Here's this for an idea. Let me just go buy some hard liquor over to a Thanksgiving dinner." Beca mocked sarcastically. "Are you trying to get them fucked up? I'm so not playing uber for you guys." Beca honestly didn't care and really, couldn't for the life of her keep the scowl on her face when talking to her parents like children. It was highly entertaining. "That's very immature and irresponsible."
"Oh shut up Beca." Stacie put her two cents in and Beca kind of forgot she was even around with the lack of voice she produced. "As long as I get a few shots from that beaut-" she eyed the bottle in Tina's purse predatorily. "-then let them be."
"Yeah Beca let us be." Warren threw his arm over his ex wife's-soon to be wife again- shoulders and they both simultaneously gave a frown. "We promise not to be total idiots and host our own Thanksgiving party at our house and trash the place without cleaning it up." He winked at Beca and Stacie before making his way out the door with Tina under his arm and to his SUV.
Groaning with so many rolls to their eyes, they are sure they might get stuck like that, Beca and Stacie followed right behind. Still, almost a month later, Warren would bring up the Halloween party that Stacie and Beca already apologized multiple times for. At least this time he didn't go on a story how he found another opened condom in his bushes around the house, or in the bathroom.
"THAT WAS ONE TIME!"
It was around noon when Beca and her family arrived at Chloe's, and before even walking through the door, the smell of delicious, salivating, heaven came breezing through the opened glass door and windows, all the way to Beca's nostrils. Already, it smelt a hundred times better than how grams and gramps house would smell so that's a plus already for Thanksgiving 2k15.
Beca should've known that Charlotte was the mastermind chef behind the food, cooking up more sides that Beca could even count on both hands and Chloe was there as well helping her out as best she can. Music to today's top charts was playing on the surround sound placed all around the house and even in the kitchen's corners, allowing the girl's to mute out the screams and hollers coming from the living room at this evening's football game.
Nothing was said at first as Beca walked into the kitchen alone and studied the pair with her arms crossed above her chest. Why is she alone you ask? Well, just as they pulled up to Chloe's house, Aubrey and her dad, Bill, showed up almost instantly so of course, Stacie went with Aubrey to god knows where and Beca had to introduce her parents to Aubrey's dad since this was the first encounter with both of them. Actually, this was the first time her mom was even meeting Charlotte and Clark-which explains the nerves when buying the expensive bottle of alcohol. Turns out, Bill brought his own bottle too. Of course it was tequila, but was a very expensive wine from like the fifteen hundreds.
Not really by the way. All Beca knew was that the wine was hella old or whatever. Doesn't matter.
Anyways! Getting off track.
That's why Beca was standing alone, leaning on the doorframe that entered into Chloe's kitchen, just watching the redheads bake like they were born to do so and Beca couldn't help but to remember the times she use to bake with her mom before she left. It was hands down the most fun and cherished memories of the times she had with her mom so watching Charlotte laugh at how Chloe turned up the kitchen's oven to high, or mess around with the whip cream that's supposed to be added to the top of the pumpkin pie but instead on the tip of Chloe's nose reminding her of all those times.
"Hey baby!" Beca was torn out of her admiration on the duo by the sound of Chloe's sweet voice when she noticed the brunette and then, she was slapped in the face at how gorgeous her girlfriend looked pouring some green beans into a glass dish. Charlotte looked very pretty too, always does, but it was nothing compared to Chloe's black leggings, high grey socks that were covered by a brand new pair of ugg boots and a loose, dark red sweater that hung perfectly over her shoulders. And in that moment, not only did Beca realize that her and Chloe were matching- great minds think alike- but also, she is the luckiest damn girl on the face of this planet.
How many times she has said that in the past three months? Way too much.
"You're here." Beca barely even noticed Chloe walking towards where she was leaning in the kitchen before her arms were wrapping around the redhead's waist and being brought in for a short, chaste kiss that tasted like a mixture between celery from the stuffing, whip cream from the pie and bud light lime from Chloe's drink where it was half empty sitting by her phone on the table.
Taking a deep breath because kissing Chloe still manages to knock the wind out of her and the taste just was delicious as a whole, making her crave some more of that, "yeah we did." She breathed a small chuckle and lifted up the bag in her hands around Chloe which she was told to give to Charlotte."And brought an unholy amount of cranberries…..hey Charlotte."
Chloe's mom turned around with a similar beaming smile that her daughter had on and walked to a near placed towel to wipe her hands off. "Hey Beca how are you!?"
Soon, Chloe was replaced in Beca's arms as Charlotte leaned in for a quick hug and took the bag of groceries from the brunette's hand. The physical contact wasn't something Beca was still a fan for but hanging out with the Beale's more, the over touchiness and need for contact was getting easier. Almost to the point if she walked into the house without a hug from one of Chloe's family members, she'd think hell froze over.
"Sweet! Now I can get to making my favorite cranberry sauce and pie." Charlotte beamed and began cooking once again as Beca's mouth watered at the yummy sound of a cranberry pie. "Where is your father? Don't tell me he's trying to get away from one of my hugs." It was neat to see her father become such good friend's with her girlfriend's parent's as that's like every couple's fear if it turned out they hated each other. But luckily for her and Chloe, both sides of the family absolutely adored each other and having dinners like this became a common thing to do the last few months. Even Bill hung out more with everyone and got off his high horse.
Laughing at this, Beca pulled Chloe in by the hem of her sweater until their bodies were pressed together and her hand was hooked around Chloe's mid section, avoiding her hormones to take over her limbs and accidentally slip a squeeze to Chloe's butt. Those leggings sure worked wonders for the redhead and it was almost impossible to keep her actions in check. And because she had these heeled boots on compared to Chloe who had on uggs, she was taller. Not by a lot, but tall enough to feel on top of the world with the added height she had over Chloe.
"He's outside with my mom and Bill I think." Beca answered, watching Chloe's mom mash the potatoes. "They should be in any second now. Mother has a gift for you and Clark. Even Chris and Clay unless Stacie got her hands on it. If that's the case then it's probably gone by now." Beca chuckled and realized that it was an inside joke with herself. Awkward.
"Oh she didn't have to get us anything!" That's what Beca tried telling her parents but did they listen? No. And wait till you find out it's hard alcohol Charlotte. That's a show Beca could not miss.
Close to her estimation, her parents and Bill both walked into the kitchen, greeting Charlotte as they entered one by one. They all exchanged the usual adult, 'how are yous' and 'how have you been,' Beca though, had to introduce Tina to Charlotte because she was a ghost to Chloe's mom before a month ago. And just like Beca thought would happen, Chloe's mom welcomed Tina into her house with open arms and one of those famous Beale hugs.
"Do you need any help around the kitchen? I'd love to help" Tina asked with a genuine smile, examining over the food already made in fancy dishes. "I don't remember the last time I picked up whisk and actually cooked something this yummy for myself."
"Oh I would love some help! Beca has told me lots of stories about the times you'd cook with her and for what I've heard, you're pretty dang good!" This made a small frown that only Beca could see appear on her mom's face. It was like she was truly surprised that Beca still talked to other people about the things they use to do, even though she basically abandoned her own daughter. It was shocking- refreshing also, a feeling that made her eyes well up with unshed tears, but shocking to hear.
Beca and her mom locked eyes as Chloe was distracted by saying hey to Aubrey's dad before telling him that Clark and her brothers were in the living room watching football. "Yeah, we are going to have to do that again." The question was clearly directed to Charlotte but Beca knew who that real person was her mom was talking to and that person was her. If her mom would've said something like this a month ago, Beca would've tossed that thought straight out the window and honestly, probably wouldn't even give her mom a time of day to talk to her. But now, everything seemed so sincere that came out of her mouth-like she meant every last thing she said and wasn't going anywhere this time.
And for once, Beca was starting to believe her.
"Beca and I can help too." Chloe brought Beca back to life as she was having little a moment with her mom. "She won't admit it but Beca's quite the chef here." Chloe complimented, placing a kiss on her girlfriend's cheek.
"No you guys go have fun! Chloe dear you helped enough." Charlotte and Tina began to work on some more food and casual conversation.
"Don't have to twist my arm." Chloe said under her breath with a mischievous smirk that was up to no good. "You want a beer?" Chloe lead Beca over to the fridge by their conjoined hands and pulled out an unopened beer for Beca. As Chloe was pulling the drawer out to look for a bottle opener, Beca grabbed her by the wrist, causing her to drop the piece and look at the brunette confused.
"You know how I like you to open my beers." Beca smirked at Chloe's confused daze that quickly transformed into a mirrored grin as to what Beca was implying. "Don't play dumb." Catching onto this, Chloe placed the cap of the beer on the edge of the countertop, releasing her grip from Beca's hand to position it at the neck and with her other, slammed the bottle down, breaking off the cap expertly.
She licked up the foam that leaked out from the sides and handed the newly opened bottle over to Beca who watched the whole scene in a goddamn trance. "Is that better?" Chloe winked and grabbed her drink off the table before connecting her hand with Beca's again.
"God you're so sexy." Beca wasn't even embarrassed by how breathy her voice was as she basically wheezed the response. "I'll never get tired of watching you open my beers." As if Beca's body language didn't say it for her. Once you find a girl that can pop a cap like Chloe does, wife her the fuck up.
"Come on you weirdo." Chloe smirked, loving her effect on Beca like it was her favorite thing to do. "Let's go do something exciting."
"So was it your plan to copy me or was it our soulmate connection that color coded our outfits for this evening?" Chloe tickled her nose against Beca's cheek as they laid in the newly placed hammock in the redhead's back yard. This wasn't the exciting that Chloe was going for but loved the way Beca's eyes lit up when she saw it hanging outside her back door window. Plus, just laying there was relaxing after standing up in the kitchen all morning long.
They were outside for an hour or so already, just talking about whatever came to mind and drinking some beers while listening to music on Chloe's backyard dock she used when doing her yoga. It was nice outside for a being so late in the year, but it was also Georgia they were living in. So a usual snowfall like Beca was use to was very unlikely. Seriously if she saw a snowflake in Atlanta, she'd freak the fuck out because the world is for sure ending.
"Hey now, I could say the same about you. I know my style is to die for but come on babe. Dressing like me is a little creepy don't you think?" Beca placed a soft peck to the top of Chloe's head where she was laying over her shoulder and loving the vibrations she felt through her torso when Chloe started to giggle. "I think we just have great taste to colors and also this shade was totally-"
"Festive?" Chloe interrupted, taking the exact word directly out from Beca's mouth and she nearly broke her neck at how fast she positioned her face to look down at Chloe in shock. Did she just….
After blinking a few dozen times, "I mean it's crazy." Beca sighed, sporting a similar cheesy smile that Chloe had on as the girl lifted her head off of Beca's shoulder.
"What?" Chloe said like a child, staring at Beca with her overflowing cuteness that was physically painful to Beca's insides.
"We finish eachother's-"
"Sandwiches!" Chloe's smile was bursting with excitement and she leaned up with the hand placed over Beca's stomach to get a better angle.
"That's what I was gonna say!" Beca hated frozen with a passion-okay, maybe not hate the movie, occasionally it would get overplayed and become annoying but nonetheless the songs were pretty damn catchy. Also, she couldn't deny that song worked perfectly with this little moment her and Chloe just had. If that's not love, she doesn't know what is.
"I love when you quote Disney songs with me." Leaning in to close the distanced Chloe placed a few small kisses on Beca's lips, mixing lime with lime. Well, they weren't really even kisses so to say and more of just their teeth grazing across each other with the amount of laughing they were doing.
"Tell anybody Beale and I swear." Beca tried to threaten but Chloe was not having it.
"Or what?" Moving around on the Hammock, Chloe pushed Beca down until her upper half was hovering over the brunette and their legs were tangled together like a twizzler. "You gonna shut me up?" Chloe suggested, her voice flirty and a raspy type of low and Beca could basically taste the smirk forming from her lips, taunting her to do something about it. All Beca could do was nod at the question and try not to make any audible noises when Chloe took a gnaw at her bottom lip, knowing that if she was standing up instead of laying down, she'd be a gooner.
Right now, Beca was pretty buzzed after the three full beers she had in the span of an hour since she arrived. Not drunk, but buzzed for sure, and alcohol made literally anything Chloe did ten times sexier so that whole lip thing she was doing right now, the way Chloe's hair was flipped majestically over her shoulder, and how that dark red color of her sweater was bringing out every shade of blue in her eyes was stirring Beca's stomach up like a hurricane. Having no control over her teenage boy hormones, she reached out with her free hand to pull Chloe down by the back of her neck until they crashed their lips together in a sloppy, forcefull kiss that seemed so much smoother in Beca's head. She blames it on the beer and her lack of coordination but everything about this failed kiss was embarrassing, especially the fat lip Beca is bound to have in a total of five seconds.
They laughed it off as Chloe sung the song, Pretty Fly For a White guy- and Beca normally would have just rolled her eyes and played it off cool and badass but now, she full on giggled as her girlfriend serenaded her in a teasing way. Alcohol gave her the giggles, so what?
"I love you." Chloe leaned down smiling, this time kissing Beca more gently, and making sure to peck the area where her teeth engraved into Beca's bottom lip. Poor thing looked as if she got stung by a bee already.
"I love you too." Embarrassed still, Beca was still able to offer a small smile while Chloe repositioned herself like before, laying her head on Beca's shoulder and draping her arm over Beca's abdominal.
"Where's Stacie and Aubrey?" Chloe asked all of a sudden, causing Beca to think about this for a second. The last time she saw the girl was when they first got here. Then, her and Aubrey both booked it somewhere unknowingly. They could be anywhere right now.
"Maybe they are doing a quickie in your bed." Beca snorted when Chloe shuddered at the image, knowing she was probably right. What's a best friend if they let you use their room to release some tense during the holidays? "You know Stacie and her "needs," as she says, when it comes to sex, especially with Aubrey." Using air quotes, Beca rolled her eyes, shaking her head.
"You want to know what I heard from Stacie?" Chloe said, playing around with one of Beca's buttons on her shirt.
"Uh yes."
"Believe it or not, Aubrey is the one who wants more sex in their relationship." Beca practically choked on air at this reveal as she was truly more surprised than she was disgusted after hearing about the couple's sex life. Aubrey wanting more sex? Even more than Stacie Conrad, who is the horny energizer bunny running off of orgasms? Well aren't pigs flying!
"No way." Beca said in disbelief.
"Yes way! Stacie even told me." That seriously makes no sense whatsoever. And since when didn't Stacie talk to Beca about her's and Aubrey's sex life but instead, with her girlfriend? Maybe because every time Stacie started mentioning anything regarding Aubrey, sex, or making out, she finds the closest route out to avoid the graphic details and Chloe's all for having girl on girl talk about their relationship with anybody, the most approachable person in the world but like….whatever. She was low key kind of offended that she's the second person to know this.
"Chlomosexual!" The couple looked towards the back door where Clay and Chris stood passing a basketball back and forth. "Stop sucking face and get up and shoot some hoops with us until halftime is over!"
"What the fuck did they just call you?" Beca thought the nickname was hilarious and downright clever as shit. Chloe on the other hand though, didn't agree so much. And when was there a basketball hoop in Chloe's backyard and why was Beca laying down in a hammock instead of shooting hoops?
"You wanna go shoot?" Beca knew Chloe was avoiding the nickname and ignoring her question, knowing Beca simply just got a thrill from asking Chloe every damn time her brothers called her that. "I bet you could kick both of their asses by yourself."
"What do I get if I do?" Beca words were flirty as she watched Chloe jump off the hammock and down to the freshly cut grass to grab both of their shoes.
"That's-" Chloe started, handing Beca her's while she threw on her boots. "-for me to know, and you to find out." And the wink Beca got next didn't help with her current urge to jump Chloe right here, right now at her family house while both sets of parents were inside and at any moment, could come out and see them playing tonsil hockey like nobody's business. But also the thought of getting caught wasn't helping either so it was really a lose lose for Beca the longer so thought about it.
"Cute Clay!" Chris gushed when Chloe and Beca walked up to the hoop where they were at, scanning both of their wardrobe choices. "It's thing 1 and thing 2."
"Omg Chris you're so right! You guys are like totes goals!" Clay added in with his best impersonation of a valley girl-which was totally obnoxious, and joined by the cackles coming from Chris.
"You guys are so annoying!" Chloe yanked the basketball out from her brother's hands. "At least I'm dating someone unlike you two losers who couldn't pick up a girl if your life depended on it." She threw the basketball into Chris's stomach (because he instigated the teasing) and laughed when she got him dead on in the gut.
"We do have girlfriends Chlo." Chloe knitted her brows at this while Chris regained his posture back to normal. "Her name is right hand and God, does she make me happy." Chris and clay both hollard with laughs when Chloe's mouth dropped open, appalled at what he was referring to and all Beca could do was laugh. This losers were pretty great to hang around and also about to get their asses handed to them by Beca when they start shooting.
Even with the height advantage Chloe's brothers had on Beca, she was still able to make majority of her shots-they should stick with football- even three pointers where before, she couldn't shoot one to save her life. She guesses that shooting around with Jesse at the rec every now and then was improving her average by a landslide.
Chris and Clay had to cut off their game with Beca short when Clark's voice from the living room announced that the game was back on. Beca and Chloe for their part kept shooting, not really caring about the game so much. Beca was teaching Chloe some pointers on how to shoot and starting a game of horse to kill time.
Not much time later, Aubrey and Stacie decided to make an appearance outside as Stacie jumped up just in time to block one of Beca's shots.
Unaware of the person in front, Beca's reflex was to flinch into a ball, scared that whoever it was was about to hit the ball back into her face on purpose but then, she realized who blocked her shot and smacked the taller girl in the stomach as she had to know get the ball on the otherwise of the grass.
"You guys get sick of banging each other for the last hour?" Beca muttered annoyed, jogging over to get the basketball on the grass and as she asked that, the reality about Aubrey and her sexual wants hit her full blast, making her shiver at the thought.
"You know we would if we could." Stacie responded with a deadpan face as Aubrey shrugged in agreeance and Beca was curious as to why her and Aubrey couldn't have sex. The fact that it's a family gathering didn't stop them before. "Luckily the thing about dating girls, soon our periods start matching up and instead of two random weeks of no sex, there's only a week." And then she understood why. "We were walking around the neighborhood, talking about schools and stuff."
"Yeah, we just want to get an idea of what schools we want to apply to and get a head start at writing the essays." Aubrey's response came next.
"Oh that's nice!" Chloe beamed her trademark smile at the couple unlike Beca, who scrunched her face in disgust at the thoughts of writing essays for college applications. She can barely write an essay for school so how in the world was she going to find the motivation to write a handful of them for the colleges she's applying to? Luckily for her, Chloe is a hard ass about these sort of things and will whip her into shape, making sure the work will be done.
Stacie nodded with a smile. "You guys shooting around?" It was Chloe's time to nod. "Let's play two on two?"
"What?" "Definitely not dude! You with your freak Amazon height isn't fair compared to mine and Chloe's height. Even Aubrey is at least 5'8."
"What? You scared?" Beca was everything but scared of playing a game of basketball against Stacie and Aubrey. She just didn't think the teams were overall fairly distributed. "Thought big bad Mitchell would have some lady balls but I guess not." Stacie's teasing smile made Beca want to knock it right off her face. No one calls Beca scared.
"Fine." Beca bounce passed the ball violently over to Stacie as their girlfriends watched the interaction in awe. "Two on two. Loser buys the winner a case of beer."
"And ice cream!" Chloe voiced excitedly, grinning at Beca.
Stacie dribbled the ball between both of her hands with a challenging, raised eyebrow while switching her focus between Beca and Chloe then, over to Aubrey who nodded her approval.
And with a competitive, joker like grin, "Deal."
Dinner was finished not much after their competitive battle of the couples basketball game;Beca and Chloe won, obviously, but that was only because half the time Stacie for the life of her, couldn't keep her hands off of Aubrey long enough to guard post, and Beca was able to get around her height. Also, Chloe wasn't half bad with her shooting-unlike Aubrey who should definitely stick to dancing. She made Beca proud and just like that, watching Chloe shoot a basketball was another thing to add to that never ending turn on list. Overall, the game was a lot of fun, and Beca enjoyed hanging out around the people she loved the most. Also, she has a free case of beer and ice cream to look forward to in the future.
Talk about living the life.
By the time the group made it inside and their senses were surrounded by the sweet smell of heaven, the table was set up with piles and piles of mouthwatering food that look damn straight out of a magazine, along with dishes and silverware set up for the correct number of people. Everyone took a seat at the dining room's rectangle table and before they started to dig in. But before that, everyone exchanged their thanks to Charlotte and Tina for preparing such a lovely feast that surprisingly didn't take the whole day like Beca was thinking it would. With the help of her mom, dinner was prepared a lot quicker.
Soon, conversations around the table began popping up as everyone started making their plates, passing this and that across the table and it was nice seeing everyone get along so well.
And also, seeing all the boys get up every once in awhile to yell from the table into the living room where the football game was playing was quite enjoyable. It was so bipolar as they went from cheering happily when the Falcons scored a touchdown to cursing heavily when there was an incomplete pass or lousy call from the refs-which was a lot by the way.
Anyways, it was nice.
There was no fighting, no judgments from grandparents, Beca didn't leave the house crying with Stacie running after her and Warren yelling at his parents about the things they aren't allowed to say to his daughters. The dinner itself was peaceful, and something Beca wouldn't mind spending the holiday like this every Thanksgiving from here on out.
Especially with the food because did she mention, wow.
Amazing didn't even come close to describing how the food tasted. Hell, not even ambrosial could sum up every savoring flavor of each dish that left Beca wanting more and more, almost to the point where she was either going to pass out or puke. On the plus side of puking, she'd be able to go for round two with a newly emptied stomach.
Chloe was impressed at how much Beca could physically put in her body-though she already knew her girlfriend could eat like a panda bear but never witnessed it up close.
"If this is what death feels like, help me." Beca groaned quietly, leaning her head on Chloe's shoulder with one arm cradling her throbbing stomach and trying to avoid the whole movement with her body because throwing up sounds more and more realistic as the time continues.
Chloe soothed Beca's groans, dragging her nails through Beca's hair where she rested her head on the red head's shoulder, giggling because before Beca got her third plate, she warned her that she should probably take a breather before she blows up from all the inhaled food, but did she listen? No because if she did, she wouldn't be complaining about how full she was now.
Pretty much on her deathbed, stomach almost bursting the button off her jeans and eyes heavy with exhaustion, Beca perked her head up instantly at the smell and mention of dessert, completely forgetting her current food coma.
Chloe laughed at this, seeing Beca bounce back again lively-like she was given a shot of adrenaline as the brunette started scanning her options on which type of pie she wanted to dig into next. She shouldn't be worried should she?
Not much longer after dinner and the tag team of helpers to help clean the dishes so they could watch the end of the football game, they were all settled in the living room in front of the widescreen tv-this time with that lovely bottle of Patron Beca's mom so pleasantly brought into the Beale's residence and thanks to Chris and Clay, they made a rule that if Atlanta scores a touchdown, makes a sac, or someone intercepts, they all will take a shot.
Long story short, the game was a blowout to the away team, Tampa Bay, and everyone got real drunk pretty much by the last quarter of the game.
"Oh my god look at my dad." Aubrey cringed from where she was laying on top of Stacie on the recliner chair next to a similar looking one where Beca and Chloe were. She covered her eyes when Chris started talking her father through a "blowjob shot" and watched him down the whole thing off the table with just his mouth. "I should stop him before he gets sick. I don't even remember the last time he drank liquor like this!"
"He's fine babe." Stacie reassured, kissing her temple. Bill looked like he had a gut, and was only just now starting to give into the offered drinks so, Aubrey had nothing to worry about. Plus, watching him was fucking hilarious and a show that Beca wanted to continue to see as a couple of college students taught him inappropriate ways to drink like he was being initiated into a frat house.
Beca's mom on the other hand wasn't drinking as much as Beca's dad was-which was a rare sight to see by itself. Any place where there was alcohol, you better believe Beca's mom would have first dibs on the bottle.
But not tonight. Yeah, she was drinking a little bit but Beca is almost positive that before dinner, she was more drunk than what her mom was now.
"It looks like your mom is trying." As if she could read Beca's mind, Chloe whispered into Beca's ear where she was laying on top of her in a similar position like Aubrey and Stacie were in. "She trying for you."
And if Beca wasn't glued on top of Chloe in her frozen food coma and the red head being so freaking comfortable, she'd go up to her mom and express how much she missed the woman in her life, and the time without her mom was hands down, the worst time she has ever spent. Beca is hesitant when it comes to trusting her mom now after being abandoned by someone she loved but to see her own mother giving up alcohol so she doesn't leave again was the first step towards progress.
And Beca couldn't be happier to see her mother be so strong.
Both couples turned down the request to play a game of that Heads Up app on Charlotte's phone and they continued to watch everyone make complete fools out of themselves, relaxing as the night goes on.
"I'm so going to have to drive all of these fuckers home." Beca mumbled into Chloe's neck, her exhaustion at an all time high-no thanks to that weird chemical in the turkey that makes you sleepy. It seemed to have hit Stacie and Aubrey before it hit her and Chloe as she glanced over at the twin recliner, cuddling in a deep slumber.
Combing Beca's hair with her nails delicately, "Tina can drive, she has barely had anything to drink." And she kissed the top of Beca's head. "And I want you to spend the night."
Beca hummed quietly pondering Chloe's offer. "Very tempting Red." She spoke slowly, her voice barely audible and pass a whisper. She loved when Chloe played with her hair and now, it was just heavenly as it was putting her to sleep by the second. "Is this only because to want to get into my pants? Your Thanksgiving booty call?"
Chloe's laughter was violent as Beca bobbed up and down with the movements of her stomach and she had to take deep breaths not to groan in pain at the amount of food still caged in her stomach. "No not just that. If you're up for it after a nice, warm shower then I'm not going to say no."
"I respect your honesty and maybe once I digest all of this food." Beca responded with a snicker, eyes not once opening and snuggled deeper into the crook of Chloe's neck, savoring the smell of her perfume. "Today was awesome babe." She admitted in a serious tone, wanting to show Chloe how much she meant every last word. "I was never one for this holiday because of past reasons that I don't want to bring up right now because it would ruin a perfect day on a bad note but just know, Thanksgivings for my family use to be unpleasantly awful. But today, and spending it with your family and Aubrey's is something I'd like every year from here on out." Beca could feel Chloe's smile from where she rested the side of her face on the brunette's head and knew instantly that Chloe felt the same way, even without saying anything.
And what Beca said was so true that everything that happened today felt like a dream. A dream too good to be true. How on earth could a single day be this perfect? Beca doesn't know that's for sure, and it's to the point where it's scary how much she has grown to this day compared to how she woke up. With the bar set high-real fucking high, she can't wait to see how future Thanksgivings meet up to this one because for once, today was one for the books.
I DO NOT CONDONE NOR ENCOURAGE ALCOHOL DRINKING :)
Hope you guys enjoy the fluff on fluff on fluff plus overflowing sexual tension with our favorite ladies. High school and getting closer to graduation is inevitable drama so…..beware. (But no time soon.)
Till next time lovelies,
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo