A/N: are people still reading this?

Three knocks on a door before an attempt to open.

"Chloe?" Beca peaked into the redhead's room. She knew that their performance was not ideal and Chloe might be feeling pretty low about it. An opportunity for Beca to come to her rescue and make her feel better.

"Hey, come in," Chloe was already in a towel, having showered after their performance. She was rifling through her belongings, facing away from the door to find something to wear.

"I wanted to check in on-" Beca was cut off by the sudden drop of Chloe's towel. Eyes now drinking up pale skin and curves. Her eyes studying, less afraid to look, but still feeling guilty for the thoughts she was having. Thoughts to walk up to her, wrap her arms around her, and experience how her skin felt against hers.

"Something wrong?" Chloe smirked turning her body just enough to know that Beca could see an almost side profile without giving too much away.

This time Beca looked, really looked at the woman before breathing in, nostrils flared to get as much oxygen to her brain as possible before she got a stroke.

"Nothing." It came out as almost a choked cough. "Can you put something on?" She was extra conscious of her tone, on how polite she sounded, exhaling through parted lips to keep her control. To keep breathing. "I can't really talk with you naked." She took in another deep breathe from her mouth. "It's distracting." She exhaled once more and finally tore her eyes away from the beauty across the room from her.

Her eyes landed on the bed. A bed she could easily use right now. Sure, she hadn't the slightest idea of what to actually do. She's never been with a woman. All she wanted was to kiss and touch and explore…

"In a bad way?" Chloe wanted to confirm as she found her pyjama. Still feeling playful with the brunette she usually teased, not visibly seeing the impact she's been having on her, but had a slight idea.

"In a good way Chlo," Beca unfiltered, which took Chloe by surprise. It sounded unabashed, no wittiness or sarcasm. Beca's never sounded so serious about something like this before.

Chloe's lips formed an "oh" that Beca couldn't even see. This was new.

"How are you feeling after our show?" Beca was shifting in the same spot again as she heard Chloe dress, brain finally back on its original thought track from when she entered the room. "Did Mr. military man say anything to you?"

"Beca Mitchell, do I hear jealousy in that angelic voice of yours?" Chloe singsonged now done putting on her Pyjamas.

"Actually, yeah..." She wasn't giving Chloe back the same playful energy but for the first time she wasn't avoiding it either. She was trying to be honest, open, vulnerable… all the things she tends to avoid. She didn't like how their last conversation ended or how she basically accepted Chloe heading over to Chicago.

"Really?" Chloe didn't believe what she just heard. Beca wasn't exactly the type to admit to being jealous. Beca wasn't the type to admit to anything without pulling a few teeth.

"I am. Maybe," she breathed. "I don't exactly know what I'm feeling here." Maybe it was the adrenaline, or the fact she found some confidence from signing to a cheering crowd again, but she had to say it. "I keep hoping you do."

"That's unfair," Chloe sighed. "And, if the only reason you want to talk about everything now is because you noticed me talking to someone else-"

"I know. I get that and you're right." Beca puts her hand in her hair, tugging to inflict enough pain to ground her from running away. "I…" she held a little harder, enough to sting her scalp and say it. "I don't know what I want, this…" she points a finger with her free hand to herself and then Chloe and back. "This is new to me. Looking at you like…" fist holds tighter, almost in punishment. "Like I want to…"

"Rip my clothes off," Chloe supplemented as she stood confidently in a cute blue pyjama.

"Wow ok sure." Her hand finally relaxed from her hair and dropped to her side. "That." She confirmed, thankful for Chloe's unfiltered honesty. "It's new."

"That's ok, but you have to talk to me." Chloe maintained her composure, knowing Beca was trying. Struggling, but trying.

"I know." Beca sighs and seeks her help again. "How are you… you've never been with a girl." It wasn't a question.

"No, I mean… the other night was new to me too." Chloe finally shared from her side. "But, I've always been attracted to what I'm attracted to and have been ok with it." She added sensing that maybe Beca wasn't ok with her own emotions right now.

"And…" this is it. Beca was setting aside a lot of her fears to ask. "You're attracted to me?"

"Totes." She gave her a wink, keeping it light so Beca wouldn't implode. She didn't make her wait a second longer, knowing Beca was torturing herself, in the nit fun way, made Chloe want to spare her any additional stress, now.

"Cool." Beca looked down, a small smile creeping on her face.

"Can we finally talk about it?" Chloe asked again hopeful now that Beca was seemingly normal again. She sat down on her bed and patted the space next to her for Beca to join her.

"You know this is hard for me," Beca was practically pleading for Chloe to sympathise as she made her way to the bed.

As she sat down, Chloe took her hand and helped unfurl unnecessary fists to fit her fingers between and hold her in place. At that moment, she didn't say a thing and just waited for Beca.

"I…" she tried to think about where to start. How to explain these new emotions, desires, thoughts. "I like being there for you." She studied their hands intertwined intently. Thought about how soft they were. "I really like being the person who makes you happy and saves the day."

She stopped for a few moments. She had to force her eyes to look up from their fingers to a familiar cerulean gaze.

"I don't know what it means but I need this to stay private until I figure it out." Beca admit, repeating herself for what felt like the hundredth time, and despite wanting more Chloe nodded and accepted the brunette's genuine attempt at opening up.

"Please say something," Beca finally pleaded not having much else to explain. Not wanting to blurt out how she wanted to do things to her best friend after the ripping her clothes off part. Then there was the part of her that self justified only doing things she knew Chloe wanted, else she was being a bad friend. Right?

"I know you like being my hero Beca," Chloe tried to reassure her. Her other hand instinctively reached up to caress her cheek and maintain eye contact. "I notice you going out of your way for me, and I always figured it was your own personal brand of love." Chloe leaned in and placed her forehead against Beca's, breathing out "I know you…"

They stayed like that for a moment, Beca's eyes closed as she felt Chloe's breathe against her lips. She wet her own lips instinctively, praying for some miracle that they would be kissing. It was a barrier she was self inflicting, and was hoping Chloe would break. Hoping Chloe would just kiss her and spare her this fear of rejection. This fear of, if she just went for it, everything would fall apart.

She wanted to ask, beyond just finding her attractive, if Chloe wanted to do more, but couldn't. The longer it took for either of them to make a move, the more she knew it wouldn't happen and had to pull away. Pull away, before she kissed her and pinned her until she was humping her like a dog in heat. She couldn't justify it until she knew Chloe wanted her too. Didn't want to risk losing Chloe for what could be a fleeting feeling or desire that accumulated as part of wanting to be everything for Chloe.

"I guess," Beca now turned away finding a spot on the wall to study. She just couldn't take the uncertainty in this second. Part of her, a small not so insecure part knows Chloe won't hurt her. That Chloe may even reciprocate as she did many night before. That Chloe may be into her too and not just being Chloe. And that secure part sometimes came to attention, front and center. But most days, days like this, his behind a lot of fear and uncertainty as Beca couldn't even comprehend her sexuality let alone what Chloe might think.

"The other night," Chloe tried again. "Was that for me or you?" She challenged finally sensing where it was going. The trend in Beca's behaviour, leaning towards appeasing her instead of doing what the brunette wanted for herself. Struggling to accept her own wants, desires, and potentially new found sexual interest.

Beca didn't respond immediately. She refused to look at Chloe but could tell there was something in those blue eyes that were pleading for answers, clarity. Could tell from years with Chloe that the woman wanted a genuine and honest response. And the truth was, she didn't know.

"I'm not sure." She finally pulled away completely, standing up to walk to the door and get away from this conversation. She hit her limit in pushing and prying and hoped whatever she disclosed was enough for now to not have Chloe upset with her.

Chloe just watched Beca shift uncomfortably. It gave her answers Beca wasn't going to. "Not sure, or scared to admit?" The question stilled Beca in her tracks.

Beca turned to her, eyes seeking forgiveness. Pleading that Chloe would just allow her this out for now.

"Everyone is heading to Aubrey's room, we can talk later?" Beca offered as she felt the thoughts in her head running faster than she could comprehend. Beating her down, making her feel stupid for all of this.

She battled with the desire to be with the redhead, kiss her all over, convincing herself that Chloe would need to be cheered up after their disrupted performance earlier. She wanted to ask if Chloe wanted her to rip her clothes off and have her way with her to help her feel better. She wished whatever blind confidence she had the other night could reappear. Whatever certainty that Chloe wanted her, or at least wanted something she could give her, was there.

Too many thoughts, too much analysis. She needed to get away before she said anything she regrets. And she prayed that Chloe understood that for now, this was as much as she could talk about it.

"Let's go," Chloe simply got up and followed her out of the room. She gave Beca this break but knew that without more she had nothing substantial to get excited about the idea of her and Beca becoming anything more than friends. At this point. A thought she originally was excited about but was now pushing away because of how Beca was acting. If the brunette didn't even know, how could she.

Chloe follows Beca out of the room and into the hall where everyone was gathering and lets this go for now. She looked and found the bellas one by one - Expect one.

"Has anyone seen Emily?"

Emily wasn't sure how she got here. Nude, with another woman, under bedsheets, panting, covered in a layer of sweat.

From the moment Calamity kissed her they didn't stop. So much happened consecutively in the rockstar's hotel room. Her mind struggling to register the events of the past however many minutes, hours, days… ok no definitely less than an hour but the sentiment stays.

She barely comprehended what happened. How Calamity's hands found her hair and held tight enough to sting her scalp. How she pushed, shoved, pulled and commanded from her unapologetically. How her hands undressed her with minimal care for her clothes. How lips found her neck, her bare chest, her nipples, her… the thought alone made her squirm in arousal.

"Up for more darling?" Calamity asked, her hand roaming up and down the inside of Emily's thigh until it met with heat between her legs.

Emily whimpered under her touch.

"You're still so wet…" she spoke factually and began to rub against the bundle of nerves that had an Emily practically thrusting her hips for more until she slipped a finger in. "You didn't get enough yet," she grinned.

Emily began to pant and moan as this woman expertly worked her until she was crumbling. Her toes curled, body ached for attention everywhere. It's never been like this. Intimate, yes. Loving, and full of connection, absolutely. A sensory overload, where every touch made her drip with arousal, never like this.

"Do you want me to go faster?" Calamity asked, going painfully slow.

"Yes," she mumbled and Calamity halted.

"Louder."

"Y-Yes." Emily tried again her voice failing her as a moan caught in her throat.

"I thought we talked about this already," she practically growled against her ear, tongue licking and biting as she slipped in another two fingers. "Louder."

Emily almost screamed at the sudden change, voice echoed all the way down the halls of the upper floor of the hotel away from the other Bellas.

…

When Emily finally made it back to her room, it was after Calamity practically kicked her out to visit DJ Khaled in the hotel across the street. She wasn't entirely sure how she was standing right now, a familiar ache between her legs and a shake in her step. She collapsed on her bed with those thoughts on her mind.

She had to take a moment to recognise her sexual reawakening. She lied earlier to the girls. She hasn't been with anyone intimately since Benji and this… she missed this.

No, correction, she never had this. Sex where she was at someone else's mercy. Someone who was assertive, confident, and wanted nothing more than to just drive her crazy with expert hands. She didn't have a second to think, Calamity was ordering and she obeyed.

She felt somewhat like a traitor, sleeping with the enemy. That however could be fixed, as she started to shower and get ready. If Evermoist was going to hang out with DJ Khaled, so should the Bellas.

CASINO/HOTEL (Skip)

The events at the casino hotel were unexpected. They were escorted out after the chaos in DJ Khaled's suite. The girls retreated to their hotel, for the second time that night, filled with shame.

Beca replayed the night, in her head, focused on the ceiling of her hotel room. "That was weird," she laid in bed, unable to sleep.

"It was crazy, the bees and the fire-" Chloe began to list from where she sat on the other side of the bed.

"Yeah that, but also you grabbing me. What's that about?" Beca turned her head to look at Chloe.

"Seriously? We survived what was literally three signs of the apocalypse - a fire, flood and a swarm, and you're thinking about how I grabbed your boobs?" Chloe laughed.

"Yeah… haven't you heard? it's basically the fourth sign of the apocalypse," Beca turned to face her completely, laying on her side to watch her reaction.

"What would be the fifth?" She laughed, replicating Beca's movement until she was laying on her side facing the brunette as well.

"That I actually have an idea of what I'm doing," Beca self deprecated her own uncertainty, hand reaching out to hold Chloe's.

"I'll keep an eye out, for the end of the world and all." Chloe teased as Beca intently played with her hand, studying her fingers, pressing against different pressure points of her palm as if it was a mixing board.

"Did you have fun with turtle man?" Chloe finally asked, this being the reason she came to check in on the brunette earlier but just naturally ended up in bed with her because that's what they do.

"He showed me this amazing… oh you mean" Beca looked at Chloe realising she didn't know about the mix she worked on. "He's not exactly my type."

"And what is your type?" She asked without thinking

"You." Beca admit without missing a beat.

Chloe was taken aback by this. She didn't know what to say so instead scooted closer to Beca, her free hand reaching up to brush the hairs that naturally fall on Beca's forehead.

This felt right. Whatever "fight" they were having went away and being alone like this made sense. It was comfortable, safe, and all of Beca's walls would come down for Chloe.

"Thank you for keeping this private until I figure it out," Beca admit, feeling extra comfortable by Chloe's signature touching of her forehead. She appreciated that she also denied anything when they were caught in the hall.

"Emily keeps looking at us. And the idea anyone knowing just…" Beca started but glanced down at eager lips, leaning closer to Chloe. Whatever words she was saying didn't actually match the thoughts she intended to share and act on.

"I think she knows," Chloe expressed candidly, equally not focused on the topic as she felt her heart thump in her chest, recognising the last time they were in a similar position was the night before their flight to Spain.

"I think she-" before she could finish that sentence, and bring her lips that much closer, she heard a crash from the other side of the wall.

Beca and Chloe both sat up without hesitation. They shared a worried look, both getting out of bed to leave the room before another noise stopped them from investigating.

"Oh my god," Beca covered her ears.

"Wow Emily," Chloe was more impressed than anything. She could recognise the sounds of someone having a good time but never thought she'd overhear Emily moaning shamelessly just next door. "Good for her," she admired as another thud was heard.

"Can we please go to your room?" Beca begged, hands still covering her ears, her imagination already wild at the thoughts of one of those soldiers that have been eye fucking Emily actually having his way with her.

Earlier in Emily's room, she was already in bed, but kept worrying about what happened, what she did. How she probably SHOULD NOT have smashed a glass door open with a guitar that was probably more valuable than anything she owned. Except for Snug.

It was all negative in her mind until she overheard Chloe enter Beca's room. Did that mean they made up? That made her smile, hopeful for tomorrow. Beca and Chloe would be back to their more normal selves. Maybe even dating.

She spotted them earlier against a wall in the Casino, maybe for a quick make out session that was interrupted. The idea made her giddy. Excitedly rolling over in her bed and getting under her covers knowing they'll be ok until a knock got her out of bed.

"Hey." It was Calamity.

"What are you doing here?" Emily challenged, looking around the hall before pulling her into the room to hide her behind a shut door.

"I could ask you the same thing, when I saw you at DJ Khaled's suite."

"We were invited," she defended quickly.

"Was that after the fact I told you where I was going?" It wasn't a question she needed an answer to.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She crossed her arms, not daring to back down from Calamity's stare.

"That's fine, you already embarrassed yourselves beyond repair." Calamity wave a nonchalant hand.

"The Bellas will win. We always win in the end." Emily spoke confidently. Not that she prioritised it above spending time with the girls and having fun but to Calamoty, she wanted to win. Wanted her to know that they were great, amazing even. She wanted to show her.

"Prove it."

All it took were those two words to break whatever barrier Emily spent earlier rebuilding and crashed her lips to Calamity's. She battled to get her leather jacket off, and once it fell on the floor, Calamity shoved her back against the dresser. Emily grabbed her and pulled her closer to kiss before shifting and stumbling back onto the bed, making the headboard rattle against the wall.

They weren't going to sleep tonight.

"She's really getting it," Chloe grinned as she opened her door. Beca rushed past her into the room as fast as possible, hoping they block out the sounds of Emily's orgasms once Chloe shut the door.

"Oh thank god" the noises barely made it into her room.

"Uncomfortable much?"

"It's Emily! She's a baby, I don't want to hear her getting boned!" Beca was definitely expressive compared to Chloe who stayed rather nonchalant during their back and forth.

"She's heard us."

"Not on purpose!"

"We could have just stayed in your room and tried to out do them," Chloe teased.

"Oh god… of course you'd turn this into a challenge." Beca rolled her eyes at the mere suggestion that they should add to whatever was going on in that room.

"And if it was, would you participate because you wanted to or because I did?" Chloe was now behind Beca, hand poked at her side, making the brunette jump and swat her hand away instinctively.

"I see what you're doing," Beca was the image of grouchy but stayed within reach for Chloe, now fully facing the redhead.

"What?" Chloe feigned innocence, hands now reaching for Beca's forearms.

"I do really want to make you happy Chloe. That is the only part I'm very sure of. Don't abuse it" Beca allows Chloe to hold her, practically showing her that whatever Chloe wants she could get behind and probably do.

"And you're not sure you want me?" Chloe pried further, hand now reaching further up until they locked behind Beca's neck.

Beca visibly gulped, like an animated character about to start tugging at their collar to allow the lump in their throat to pass. Instead, she kept her hands at her side.

"If I said I don't want you to look as I underessed, would you not take a peak?" Chloe suggested, a single finger drawing lazy circles on the nape of Beca's neck.

"I'd respect your boundaries." Beca could barely say the words, hands now clenched as Chloe was testing her maybe.

"So I could be in bed, naked, right now and you wouldn't want to even kiss me?"

"Chloe…" Beca sighed her name and shut her eyes. She needed to fight for control, she knew this was the dangerous side of Chloe. The side that got her out of her shell, the impatient side of the redhead which pushed a bit too much.

"Yes Beca?" Chloe leaned in, with no intention to meet Beca's lips, just to get closer and tempt her.

"What do you want?" Beca finally grabbed her, hands on her hips to still her from moving closer. She hoped that would help Chloe see she was pushing it but whatever smile Chloe naturally had turned to a mischievous smirk, and she started to sing…

"I want you to want me."

"I need you to need me"

"I'd love you to lo-"

"Alright alright I get it." Beca cut her off. She loved Chloe's singing, but not when it mocked her. "Can we just get to bed, it's been a long night."

"Oh, I'm sorry who said you're invited to sleep here?" Chloe teased.

"You can't seriously expect me to sleep in my room and listen to that!" Beca backed away from Chloe completely now and pointed at the wall to her room accusingly.

"Well, what do I get for letting you sleep over?" Chloe was in a coy mood, and Beca was sure she would regret playing into it but leaned in now having some physical distance to comprehend what would or could transpire tonight.

"I didn't hear you complaining the last time we shared a bed," Beca smirked.

"Is that what you're offering?" Chloe didn't back down.

"Since when did I have to pay for our sleepovers Beale?" Beca quipped back, not sure if she could deliver everything but, maybe, she could get over whatever mental block she's had since overthinking everything on that plane and do something. Anything.

"Since supply and demand shifted." The redhead didn't miss a beat, their conversation falling into an almost lyrical rhythm.

"I forget you actually passed Economics," Beca replied, feeling this back and forth bringing them closer.

"Stop evading the question." Chloe tutted with a wag of her finger.

"Alright… would you accept my appreciation?" Beca offered knowing it would spur up further conversation that would bring them closer

Gradually.

"I want something a little more risqué," Chloe finally stilled this unnecessary back and forth and got to what she wanted.

Beca remained quiet for a moment, she had a few thoughts but refused to offer them. "Like what exactly?"

"Like… touching." Chloe suggested, locking eyes with Beca across the room.

"You want me to touch you?" Beca gestures to herself and then to Chloe, worried that an eagerness may appear out of nowhere. Or somewhere.

"Actually, I want a free pass to touch you." Chloe didn't want this to be another getting Beca out of her shell game. She already tried that and it got to them in Beca's circles of conversations. No she wanted to just explore for herself for once.

"Anything… specific?" Beca wasn't sure where Chloe was going with this, was she going to suggest they touch each other, intimately.

"Hmmm" The redhead contemplated aloud, leaving Beca hanging at the different things Chloe could want to possibly touch. "Your boobs."

"You want to touch my boobs?" Beca was quick to respond until she paused for a moment "again."

"Yes… continue my inspection from earlier and recreate the fourth sign of the apocalypse." Chloe giggled, not in a, I'm joking way. No, this was a, I've got you cornered now, giggle.

"Wait, like, you wanna just have at 'em?" Beca could sense herself getting cornered.

"I wouldn't put it so bluntly but it's only fair." She shrugged knowing Beca was at the end of her strategic, running around circles, conversations to avoid whatever it is she usually wants to avoid.

"Fair?" A quirked brow accompanied her response.

"You touched mine-" Chloe reminded her but wasn't allowed to continue.

"Whe- oh." Beca blushed. "Yeah. I guess."

"So we have a deal?"

Beca took a deep breathe and nodded. She walked over to Chloe. "Be gentle?" She closed her eyes and presented her breasts to Chloe.

Chloe almost spat out a laugh. "I'm not going to just grab'em!"

"Wait what?" She blinked twice.

"I get to touch them when I want to."

"Oh great… so I need to be on the look out for whenever you're feeling frisky?" Beca took a step back now that her boobs weren't necessary for this conversation.

"Exactly. You won't see it coming," Chloe winked suggestively.

"Fine, but in that case I'm going to bed and making the most of my payment." Beca went to Chloe's bed now accepting that for tonight this was as far as they would be getting.

Chloe laughed and climbed in after her, shutting the lights on her way. She kept crawling closer until she was climbing on top of the brunette, getting Beca to roll on her back so she can lay on top of her.

"Hi" she giggled, holding herself up by her elbows as her fingertips danced across Beca's hairline and temple. Her signature move.

"Hey," Beca breathed, her hands instinctively on Chloe's hips, helping her balance above her.

"Long day?" She asked lightly. Fingers now finding the spots against Beca's temple to massage and earning a pleased sigh and mumbled confirmation. "You did great today," Chloe's affirmation brought a smile to Beca's face. "You've always been our riff off star," she added a bit more pressure and Beca's hands held Chloe tighter. She wanted nothing more than for Chloe to kiss her. This was Chloe just being Chloe. Unaware of personal boundaries and space. A Chloe she missed and adored.

Beca took in a deep breathe, relaxing, the weight on her body being a strange comfort for security. Her mind still wondering if she could just reach up, close the distance and kiss Chloe. Her eyes were feeling heavy, and shut, but she could still feel Chloe's breathe on her lips. Centimetres away.

"Good night Beca," Chloe whispered.

Beca fell asleep. Chloe could tell by the way she didn't respond, how her lips naturally parted in her sleep, how her hands slackened against her hips. The brunette was exhausted from travel, from their performance and this back and forth probably didn't do much to rest her brain.

It was strangely adorable how Beca, full of stress and worry could just switch off and fall asleep. Chloe admired it, enjoyed how she could have this impact on the younger girl, and rest her head on Beca's shoulder to start to doze off too.

—

At some point in the night they had shifted and Chloe was now spooning Beca.

It was still really early, but Beca woke with a jolt. She knew she had slept half way through a conversation or something with Chloe and expected that only moments passed, but when she felt the arm around her tighten she began to realise it's probably been atleast a few minutes if not hours.

"You ok?" Chloe mumbled, stroking against her abdomen with a reassuring thumb. She wasn't sure if Chloe's question was intended to let her know she's ok or if it was telling her she is. Either way, Beca relaxed back into Chloe's hold.

"Yeah," the sleep clear in her voice. "I thought we were still talking,"

"Oh? About what?"

"Boobs," Beca almost laughed but a mere chuckle escaped.

"Hmmm?" Chloe's hands started to move upwards.

"Yeah…" Beca almost jumped when Chloe's hand started to tease the hem of her shirt.

She could feel Chloe press herself just a little closer, lips now pressed against her exposed shoulder thanks to her oversized shirt.

She could feel Chloe's deep inhale and exhale against her skin, as she made her decision and slipped a hand under her shirt. She moved at a snails pace against her skin, fingers dancing timidly upwards until she met the underside of her right breast.

Beca could feel Chloe's lips part against the skin of her shoulder, wanting to ask a question, but all that came out was a long breathe before her hand was now cupping her. Fingers gracefully lining the bottom of her breast, as Chloe's thumb sat across the top. Another breathe and Chloe's thumb rubbed downwards until it met with a stiffened peak.

Beca never thought she would be the type of person who whimpers, but that was the only way to describe the noise that Chloe elicited from her. She shuddered under her touch as the redhead continued to play with her nipple.

Chloe's other hand was now seeking the same access. Beca shifted to allow it and now both of Chloe's hands were cupping her breasts and thumbs were rubbing against stiff nipples in different motions. Up, down, circles, varying pressure, playing off the noises Beca provided, panting in excitement.

"Fuck" it came out barely as a whisper but Chloe caught the word slip past Beca's lips as the brunette rubbed her legs together.

Chloe plays with her until she decide she wanted more. She retreated her hands down to Beca's waist and guided her to turn on her back just as Chloe climbed over her. She looked to Beca but the brunette kept her eyes shut, not fully awake.

"Can I?" She played with the hem of her shirt and Beca nodded. She started to pull it up, and when faced with resistance the brunette sat up enough to help the redhead completely remove the garment and set it aside.

"Chloe?" Beca finally opened her eyes, and looked up, pleading. She hoped Chloe would just, do what Chloe does. Be the brave one, the one to break the boundaries. She already laid there shirtless, Chloe could just give her something.

Chloe knew what Beca wanted. She's known all night but kept hoping Beca would take that step, that leap similar to how she did the other night. When Beca knew for certain what she wanted, without fear or question. Yet all she's had since they got here were fears and questions and uncertainty.

For tonight however, Chloe would spare her and leaned down to finally place a gentle kiss on the brunette's lips. Like breaking a spell, where Beca needed just that tiny bit of assurance and she could finally be free.

Beca could feel a weight of fear and concern lift from her chest. Hands holding onto Chloe's hips for dear life as the redhead continued.

Chloe's hands now returned to cup Beca's breasts fully, squeezing and massaging to the different sounds that were muffled by their kissing.

Beca gasped against their kiss and Chloe pulled away to watch the brunette's face flush with arousal as she kept massaging her breasts. She wondered for a moment how to drive her even further, but before the thought could even reveal itself as playful facial features she leaned down to capture one of Beca's nipple in her mouth.

"Fuck." Beca cursed again, legs now as tightly shut as they can get. "Chloe," Beca wanted to warn her, let her know that this was taking her to another level. But Chloe knew, she knew what Beca needed to stop worrying and stressing about all it of this. Chloe forced one leg between Beca's, with a bit of force and panted protested from the brunette.

With this, Chloe now moved one hand down, over Beca's chosen shorts to cup the heat between her legs. Another loud moan and Chloe moved her mouth's administration from one nipple to the other. A louder moan from Beca and Chloe made a note to herself that Beca's right nipple was more sensitive. Another lick and Chloe earned a thrust of Beca's hips upwards. Chloe took that as a sign and began to push down with her fingers, knowingly rolling Beca's bundle of nerves under her touch until the brunette was mumbling random words.

"Chloe I'm going to…" was the only clear statement that was followed by a guttural noise that told Chloe Beca was done.

"You're almost as loud as Emily," Chloe complimented in her own way, nose now nuzzling the side of Beca's cheek.

"Did that pay for my night?" Beca panted not wanting to admit how good it felt. Not just physically, but there was relief from Chloe kissing her, exploring her, wanting her. A reassurance to her ego that she couldn't fail.

"Depends"

"On?"

"Are we still not at the fifth sign of the apocalypse?"

And with that Beca knew she had to get her shit together. She had to get over whatever block for them to have a chance. Chloe's already given her something, right. "I promise… I'll make the world end," she offered, still coming down from her high, knowing this was the right ansewr as Chloe grinned and laid ontop of her to sleep.

Beca didn't care she was still topless, or the possible mess in her underwear. She was just happy she had Chloe in her arms, wanting her as much as she wanted the redhead.

A/N: let me know what you think :)