- Part 1 -


Arrhythmia


Do you remember your last look?
Well, you were smiling and drowning,
And I knew exactly what it took,
To make you beg and pray,
"Please, please, please,
Don't take it, take it, take it, take it easy on me.
Just make it, make it, make it, make it harder to breathe."
-Blaqk Audio


Aubrey faces her reflection in the full length mirror in the bedroom as she finishes buttoning the crisp, white button down that she plans to wear to dinner. She stands up straight and smooths it down at the sides. Her black skirt is folded neatly on the ironing board beside her, along with Chloe's dress. The evening is supposed to be semi-formal, and she feels like she looks like one of the former Bellas again with her hair pulled up in a tight bun and her choice of attire strictly professional. She smiles at herself in the mirror and adjusts the collar of her shirt.

She's tempted to put on the Bellas scarf for old time's sake. It's folded in the dresser along with her other clothes. She wears it on the days that she's particularly missing A Cappella. Chloe wears hers on occasion as well. Aubrey backs up to the dresser then squats down and pulls open the lower drawer. She grabs her scarf and places it on top the dresser beside where all of her makeup is spread out. She closes the drawer and stands up then picks up her eye shadow palette and opens it. She's about to start applying her makeup when Chloe yells at her from the shower.

"Aubrey, I think I left my towel on the bed!" Chloe calls.

Aubrey groans and places the palette back on the dresser. She turns around to look at the bed. Sure enough, there's a towel folded at the bottom of it. She sighs and grabs it then flings it over her shoulder as she marches out of the bedroom and to the shower. She's going to be completely done getting ready before Chloe even gets out of the shower. Not that that is really anything new. She pushes open the door without knocking and removes the towel from her shoulder. "You need to start remembering to take everything with you," she tells Chloe. This is the reason they're always late.

Chloe grins at the towel without acknowledging the lecture. "Thanks," she says. "But could you shut the door? You're letting all the cold air in."

Right. How dare Aubrey let all the cold air into the room after she so graciously went out of her way to bring Chloe the towel that she forgot? She scowls as she takes a step in and shuts the door behind her. It's not until the door latches and she turns to face a devious-looking Chloe that realizes she walked right into her trap. She looks at the door again and then back at Chloe. "Okay, Chloe, we really need to get ready," she says firmly and tries to keep eye-contact with her as she places the towel on the hook. Her gaze falters. It's not her fault. Chloe is standing naked in front of her, so it's Chloe's fault. Her eyes accidentally fall to Chloe's breasts and she immediately snaps her gaze back up to her face again. Her cheeks are burning. She reaches back and fumbles around for the door handle.

"Aubrey, come on," Chloe insists as though Aubrey's resistance isn't already weak enough. "I haven't had anything, except for my own hand, for the past three months. We're on vacation. Let's have some fun." She smirks. "I can relax you."

"Chloe, your hand gets the job done just fine," Aubrey blurts out. That didn't come out the way it was supposed to. "That's not what I meant," she sputters and tries to emphasize the point with her hand. She's trying hard to keep her brain on track, but Chloe isn't making it easy.

"Yeah, but your fingers are longer than mine," Chloe replies casually. "Plus, you touching me is way more of a turn on than me touching me."

Aubrey begs to differ. She groans at the thought and clamps her eyes shut. She tries to make words, but her argument just catches in her throat. It's been awhile since she's been laid. A really long while. But she doesn't want to concede, mostly because she already told Chloe no. Sometimes she hates how she likes to stick to her guns. She's starting to sweat whether it be from the shower steam or the conversation. Her fingers finally find the door handle, but she makes the mistake of reopening her eyes and realizing that Chloe is staring at her bare legs before she has a chance to make an exit. There is a rush of warmth to her center as she takes in Chloe's dilated pupils staring at her thighs. Aubrey realizes the smell of arousal overpowers the scent of Chloe's soap and her cheeks flush a deep shade of red. The two of them look up again and lock eyes.

Chloe inhales deeply then gives a melodramatic sigh. "C'est la vie," she accepts defeat. She takes a step back and places her hand on her lower stomach and slides it down between her legs. Her head falls back and her lips part in a quiet gasp as she makes contact with herself and glides her fingers back and forth.

Aubrey's eyes follow Chloe's hand as it disappears between her legs, and she's not sure the noise of protest she makes can even be considered an actual word. Chloe isn't playing fair. The discomfort between her legs grows as she Chloe picks up speed in pleasuring herself. She thinks she's going to leave, but then her hand drops from the door handle. In one swift motion, she's across the shower and crashing her lips against Chloe's in a fiery kiss. It takes all of two seconds for Chloe to have her tongue in Aubrey's mouth and she grasps the shirt that Aubrey forgot she was wearing. Aubrey is temporarily glad she brought extra clothes as the shower water cascades down over them, but she loses her train of thought again as she's being shoved up against the cold shower tiles. The combination of scalding and freezing leaves her moaning in pleasure against Chloe's soft lips. The wall holds her up as her legs nearly give out from under her.

Aubrey has never had sex in a shower before. The one they have at home is too small, and that's one place she always drew the line at with Chloe in college. She moans as Chloe unbuttons her shirt and simultaneously kisses down her neck. The sopping wet article of clothing hits the floor and is followed immediately by her bra. She inhales sharply and entangles her fingers in Chloe's hair as Chloe kisses across her collarbone then works her way back up her neck to her jaw. Moisture soaks the insides of her thighs, and she's sure it's not from the shower water. She doesn't understand how Chloe always gets her worked up so quickly. Maybe it's because Chloe knows everywhere to touch. Her fingers graze Aubrey's lower stomach as her lips press against a sensitive area between her neck and shoulder. Aubrey can't stop the whimper that escapes her lips. The light sensation of Chloe's fingers as they trace their way up her sides is enough to drive her insane.

She doesn't allow Chloe to be in control for long. She flips their positions and raises Chloe's hands up above her head, interlocking their fingers. Their hips press together, and Chloe bucks up against her. She tries to wriggle her hands free, but Aubrey presses them hard against the tiles. Chloe closes her eyes and leans her head back, drawing in a breath as Aubrey kisses her neck. She sucks on the skin there and holds Chloe's hands with one of her own as her other hand traces down her body until her fingers slide between Chloe's legs. Aubrey traces her thumb in circles then presses two fingers into her. Chloe whimpers and tries to rock her hips, but Aubrey makes sure she's held firmly in place against the wall.

Aubrey is a perfectionist and that extends to making sure every time she has sex with Chloe is better than the last time. That's not easy considering the amount of sex they've had over the past eight years. But she knows all of the right places to touch, the most tantalizing speed to move her fingers at, and that Chloe doesn't like when things are boring. She nips at Chloe's neck and lets go of her hands to hit the button for the jets on the wall. The water pulsates against Chloe's back, and Aubrey is sure Chloe's legs would give out if she wasn't holding her upright. Chloe's hands grip Aubrey's shoulder blades as Aubrey begins sliding her fingers back and forth, making good use of their length.

Chloe's labored breathing and moans echo throughout the entire room. Good acoustics.

Aubrey's own arousal is becoming almost unbearable. The stream of water hits her back and she swears she can feel every droplet gliding down the inside of her legs. She rocks her hips to give her movements more force then adds a third fingers and drives Chloe over the edge by curling her fingers inside of her. Chloe tightens around Aubrey's fingers and her nails dig into her shoulders hard enough that Aubrey suspects she's going to have marks. Aubrey can't complain though, because Chloe is going to be figuring out how to cover the hickey on her neck before they attend dinner. Or, knowing Chloe, she may just show it off. But Aubrey will definitely be wearing something to cover the scratches that Chloe leaves.

Chloe straightens up and tenderly presses her lips against Aubrey's once she's regained most of her composure. Aubrey's eyes fall shut. Chloe's hands find her breasts and it takes every ounce of self-control Aubrey has not to shove her back against the wall and forget about her own needs. She just wants to touch her. The kiss deepens and Chloe slides her hands lightly down Aubrey's stomach then pushes her panties down over her hips. Aubrey quickly wiggles them down further then grabs them and lifts one leg at a time as she steps out of them. She tosses them to the side with her shirt and bra. Chloe wastes no time slipping two fingers into her and moving them back and forth with ease.

Aubrey is so close already, but Chloe is suddenly fumbling with something behind her and it throws off the rhythm. She can't concentrate on anything with Chloe's fingers still sliding up and down. "Chloe, what-" she breathlessly tries to make some coherent words as the spray of water stops hitting her. Chloe spins her around before she can form an actual sentence and it's Aubrey's turned to be pressed up against the wall again. The showerhead slips between Aubrey's legs, and she hits her head hard against the tiles. "Chloe, fuck," are the only words she manages to form as pleasure courses throughout her entire body. Her chest rises and falls at a rapid pace. She leans further back against the wall because her legs threaten to give out from under her. "Other people have to use th-tha-" The showerhead begins moving in tantalizing circles and Aubrey grips Chloe's hips. To hell with other people. Aubrey's loud cry is quickly muffled by Chloe's mouth as her entire body ignites in ecstasy.

"We're buying one of these when we get home," Aubrey breathes against Chloe's lips once she's down from the high. She grabs the showerhead from Chloe's hands, and takes her moan as a sign of agreement, as she sets out to see how many times she can make Chloe come without without being late for dinner.

The answer is three.