Since she started touring with Dj Khaled, Beca was so exhausted she would fall asleep anywhere. No matter where she was or with whom. In the backseat of a limousine going back to her hotel room, with glitters and makeup all over her face. In a crowded noisy dressing room, waiting for Khaled to wrap the night, surrounded by dancers and technicians and assistants and makeup artists and publicists and hairdressers and stylists.
Fortunately, Chloe was always there to take care of her. Vet school wasn't starting before October so she stayed to hang out with Beca and support her through her first gigs as a solo artist. Also, the fact that Beca freaked out and revealed her feelings just before Chloe was supposed to take her plane was a good enough reason to stick around. Chloe wanted a chance to explore how their friendship-borderline-relationship could evolve. But for now, she was mostly taking care of Beca. She made sure Beca was eating and drinking enough water. She was the one undressing Beca when she was too tired to do it herself, putting off her makeup even if she was already sleeping. Chloe took care of Beca. And Beca was so glad Chloe was there.
But, it has been a week and a half since all the Bellas went back to America and they still had to discuss what it meant for them. Chloe could really see Beca's efforts to hang out with her when they were back to their hotel room, trying to learn more about her, discussing topics they never discussed as friends, but she was starting to feel frustrated. She had waited for a long time to be able to kiss and love Beca like she desperately wanted to but now that she finally could, Beca was always falling asleep out of exhaustion. And when she wasn't sleeping, well she was working.
Chloe felt a bit ungrateful and guilty and selfish. She understood that Beca's work was important to her. Hell, she was the one who pushed Beca to accept the proposition in the first place. She was the one to tell her what a chance it was to be touring with Khaled. This was all Beca ever dreamed off since she met her. So she tried to be patient. But Chloe Beale didn't do patience. Chloe was tired. Tired of waiting. Tired of sharing Beca. And now she was starting to understand she will be sharing her grumpy little Dj with the whole world.
As she was watching Beca perform backstage, Chloe couldn't help but feel lucky though. Beca was good. She was really good in fact. And so sexy. And Chloe was so proud of her. Her leather jacket, band shirt and breaded hair making her look like a rock star, Beca was mixing up some Beyonce's hits, rapping Jay Z's parts because she was that good. Her hips moved to the bass of the trap music. As she glanced toward Chloe, hands in the air, a cruel smirk on her lips, the redhead knew the song was for her. Of course, it was. Beyonce was one of her favorite artists. But Drunk in love was one of her jam. Reading lady jam. And Beca knew it, because well, all of the Bellas knew it. Chloe was pretty vocal about what she liked, especially in a drunken state. And even if Beca liked to appear prude and uncomfortable when they would all talk about their sex life, she was a huge tease before everything else.
For the past week, Beca had discovered a fresh confidence around Chloe. She would tease her endlessly. She seemed to love the reactions she could tear from the redhead. Especially while singing particular songs in her ear when they were making out. And then, she would just up and go because she loved leaving her hot and bothered, knowing she was responsible of it. It was slowly pushing Chloe closer and closer to her breaking point which stood slightly between combustion and explosion. Thanks to their years of pining for each other though, she learned how to control herself. Beca shouldn't always win after all. But that didn't stop her from trying.
Watching her swing her hips and legs in rhythm, Chloe felt her heart skipping some beats. She shook her head lightly, a small smile spreading on her lips. This woman would be her death. Beca threw her a wink and continued to dance. A couple of minutes later, she finished her set to the deep sounds of Break my soul and waved goodbye to the crowd. She came backstage, grabbing a bottle of water before halting in front of Chloe, forehead glistening.
"Hey ! It's so hot in here !" Beca said, pressing a towel to her forehead. Chloe shook her head again. 'Yeah, I wonder why.' She said, amused.
Beca looked at her sheepishly. Maybe she went a bit too far. Also, the South of France was particularly hot in the summer so... Well, she had to admit she really liked this game they have. She was feeling how it was affecting her too but she wanted to see where Chloe's limits were lying. Too bad if she fell in her own trap on the way.
"Why ? You didn't like Beyoncé ?" Beca said, mocking her.
Chloe wanted to kiss that smirk off her face so bad. But Theo didn't want them to go public for now. Theo was Beca's new already annoying manager. He thought their relationship was too fresh to risk Beca's career on something that maybe wouldn't work. Thinking of it, Chloe thought he wasn't entirely wrong. They couldn't risk Beca's career without knowing if they would make it on the long run. Although she felt like a closeted teenager, she understood the matter. Seeing Beca rehearse and prepare and perform every night made her wonder if she had her place in that world at all anyway.
Biting her lower lip, Chloe didn't even realize she was lost in her thoughts. Beca was observing her, drinking her water slowly. She saw the frown and the preoccupied eyes but just when she was opening her mouth to address it, a technician came to her to free her from her mic and ear plugs. After that, as usual, they were never alone again.
A good three hours later, in the car driving them back to the hotel, Beca finally found the moment to talk to Chloe. She took her hand gently.
"Hey, are you okay ?" She asked, intertwining their fingers. Chloe firstly looked at their joint hands then threw a glance at Beca before turning to look back through the window.
"Yes, everything's fine."
Beca could be a bit clueless sometimes but she knew Chloe. She knew her facial expressions, how the little scar on her forehead would dig itself when she was worried. How the blue of her eyes would turn dull when she was sad. How she would avoid eye contact when she was lying or anxious. And if usually, she wasn't the one to start their talks, she had done enough maturing the last few years to understand how a relationship was supposed to work. Communication and compromises, had said her father. If she wanted this to work this Chloe, she needed to up her game and talk to her like the adult she was supposed to be.
"Well, you don't seem fine." Beca finally said, caressing Chloe's hand with her thumb.
"I'm just tired, Bec." Chloe said without turning her head.
Beca nodded, accepting Chloe's response for now, a frown on her face. A yawn escaped her lips before she could restrained it. She was tired too. Hell, she wanted her bed back home so bad. And to curl against Chloe. And a month of vacation. Or maybe two. But it was only the beginning.
Her life had done a complete 180 the last couple of weeks. She wanted to create music since she was a teen and she knew there was a price to pay. Just as relationships, success in music needed compromises too. Beca always thought she had been prepared to give whatever it would take to become an artist and make her dream come true. And she was thankful for the chance she had now to almost touch it. She was just worried she wasn't prepared enough. Maybe the cost would be higher than the prize. She was beginning to feel it would cost her a lot. Energy, passion, time. And especially, she was worried it could cost her the beautiful woman seated next to her.
Freshly showered and biting their last slice of pizza as if her life depended on it, Beca put her card on the mattress in front of her. She watched Chloe draw four cards from the pile.
"Green. And now I'm two cards away to finally win this shit." She said, falsely competitive. Chloe smiled back but didn't say anything. Instead, she put two green cards onto Beca's previous one. The game was clearly dominated by Beca. They took the habit of playing Uno together so they could discuss at the same time. It was their way to relax after the day. It was also the easiest game to travel in their suitcases. Usually, Chloe was winning and Beca would enrage just to make her laugh. Tonight, though, as Beca took on the next card Chloe put on the pile, she knew something was wrong.
"You're not paying attention." She said, showing the blue card to Chloe. She was supposed to know blue wasn't the color she should have played since Beca had a lot of blue cards in her hands. The redhead shrugged nonchalantly. She didn't care about losing or winning. She felt she had already lost anyway.
"Okay, Chlo', I'm not a mind reader. What's happening ? You've been out the whole night."
Chloe looked at her, hesitating. She bit her lower lip. They hadn't have the time to discuss a lot of things but they sure had talked about how stupid they had been to hide their feelings for so long. They promised to never hide anything to each other again because so much time was wasted on false assumptions. But Chloe felt so guilty. They were living the dream life, waking up to a different room everyday, making memories only a few people could fathom. She didn't have the right to be sad and fed up of their life already when she should have been happy for Beca. She didn't have the right to tell Beca how she was missing her all day, even when they were in the same room. Instead she should feel lucky Beca chose her, from all people, to stay with her. But, sometimes, there were so many people around them all the time that she wondered why Beca even needed her.
She understood the a cappella world but the music industry was another beast in itself. They were always surrounded by dozens of people but she never felt this lonely. Chloe wished she could reverse time so she could reveal her feelings to Beca way sooner. They wouldn't have to wait to be secluded between the four walls of their hotel room to be themselves. She would have the right to take Beca's hand and kiss her after her performance. She wouldn't have to control herself. She wouldn't be turning slowly crazy by the lack of intimacy with Beca. Maybe she should just go back to New York, go back to their tiny apartment and wait for Beca to come back from this tour so they could finally be together without worrying about being seen.
Realizing she had yet to respond to Beca, Chloe took a deep breath. For all the despair and frustration she was feeling right now, she couldn't expel it all on Beca tonight. It was unfair. She didn't deserve it. It wasn't her fault either.
"It's nothing really." She dismissed, moving cards in her hand, not looking up. Beca watched her replace a lock of red hair behind her ear. She was more and more intrigued by Chloe's behavior. She knew something was wrong. Chloe was like water, the most minor weight on her heart would reverberate all over her face.
"So there's something. You just don't want to tell me." Beca looked across the bed to see Chloe biting her lip again. She was so close but seemed so far.
Since the boot camp in their last year of college, they were pretty open to each other, talking about their worries and personal issues. Beca revealed how terrified she was to never be talented enough to make music. Chloe talked about how her parents had always compared her to her older sister. They shared their past, their innest fears. Their failures and their victories. They even shared a bed, for God's sake. And they comforted each other. That's how they worked, even as friends. So Beca was a bit lost.
Over the years, Chloe had broken her walls, her armor and made her trust her. It took time and Beca was still harboring some doubts about trusting people, but she trusted Chloe. However, Chloe didn't seem like she trusted her back. On the same level at least. Watching Chloe worrying her lips and avoiding her eyes, Beca couldn't help but feel rejected. The doubts that made her keep her feelings for herself for so long were resurfacing. She had always thought someone like her couldn't possibly deserve someone as great and wonderful as Chloe Beale. When Chloe reciprocated her feelings, the doubts diminished a bit but they were still there, hidden behind faked confidence. Beca wasn't as good in her skin as she wanted people to think. Chloe's silence wasn't helping. "I guess you will never do."
Beca stood up and headed to the bathroom, putting an end to their one-sided conversation. The wheels in Chloe's head were turning furiously. Of course, she wanted to tell her but she didn't want to put all this pressure on Beca when she had already all the weight of her new career to carry on. She was just so scared to lose her. She didn't want to hurt her. Watching how Beca, in her tank top and shorts, was marching to the bathroom, shoulders tense and head low, she couldn't help but feel like an idiot though. She was losing and hurting her anyway. Sighing heavily, Chloe pushed the cards aside and lay down, her bare feet crossed between the pillows.
"I just don't know where to start, okay ?" She semi-shouted, voice trembling, so Beca could hear her from the bathroom. The brunette's head appeared in the door frame, eyes wide and a foaming toothbrush in her mouth. She hadn't expected an answer anymore.
"I miss you all the time." Chloe started again, playing with the ring around her thumb. She exhaled heavily, her throat clenching around the feelings she was trying to chuck out.
"And I know it sounds ridiculous because we spend all day together but that's not the same. I just want to be with you and only you. But I don't want to be a burden. That's your dream, you shouldn't be worried about your crazy girlfriend when you can be on stage every night doing what you love." Chloe rambled frantically to the ceiling, expulsing all of the thoughts she kept to herself for the past week. Beca's brows shot up. They didn't agree on a term to describe their relationship yet but she kind of liked it, now that Chloe had said it so naturally.
"Sometimes, I want to kiss you so bad but we're in the middle of a room full of people we don't even know and I can't touch you or else Theo will kill me for risking your career so soon." Chloe took a deep breath. She didn't hate Theo, not completely. He was particularly infuriating her at the moment, that's all.
Beca kept listening to her, although it was a bit muffled by the distance. Even if she didn't expect Chloe's mind to be so full of worries, she was glad she was finally opening up. It didn't stop the guilt to form in the pit of her stomach though. She was partly responsible for bringing Chloe into this whole circus that had become her life.
Rinsing her mouth, she decided to stay away to leave Chloe vent a little. She looked like she needed it anyway. So, leaning against the bathroom door frame, arms crossed, Beca listened to Chloe's breathless rant, a smile growing on her face as she realized what Chloe was revealing. It was all so new she was still surprised to hear that Chloe was attracted to her.
"And I can't tell you all this because you're working and I'm supposed to have fun. But then, you perform songs like tonight just to make me react and I can't even touch you ! I try to tell myself it's okay because we will have all the time when we'll come back here but you're always so tired you fall asleep easily. And I don't want to be the one to keep you from sleeping, you need it. But I want you so bad, sometimes I feel like I'll explode." Panting, Chloe closed her eyes, a feeling of dread in her stomach. Maybe she had said too much now.
"And now, you will ask me to go back to New York because I'm just an ungrateful aca-bitch." Beca chuckled because she could never be angry at Chloe. She knew she had been unfair to her. She was always playing with her just to make her wait indefinitely, frustrating her to no end. The worst of it all was that she was frustrating herself too. Because of the little game she played with Chloe during the day, Beca was starting to have heated dreams during the night. It was all her fault, though. She knew it. Drinking in the sight of Chloe in their bed, laying upside down, her tousled red hair spread on the cover, her light blue tank top revealing just enough of her bra-less cleavage, Beca licked her lips unconsciously. The game had lasted long enough. She couldn't resist Chloe anymore. Her bare feet stepped on the carpeted floor like they had a brain of their own.
Stuck in her head, an arm on her eye, Chloe didn't hear Beca approach. Her breath catched in her throat when she felt Beca press her lips to her earlobe. "I want you too." Beca whispered, passing delicate fingers on Chloe's neck. Fingertips marking up and down Chloe's cleavage, she kissed her cheek. Then her ear. Then her jaw. Accentuating every touch by a small pressure of her lips. The skin under her touch was so smooth, so soft. Partly marked by little freckles here and there. Chloe's natural enticing scent was everywhere. Beca would never have enough of this woman.
She came back to Chloe's ear to suck on her earlobe vividly. The cracked sounds emerging from Chloe's throat were so attractive she couldn't stop there. Slowly, with feather-like touches to Chloe's skin, she moved down her neck, teeth scraping on tender flesh. Chloe gasped and shivered, a flash of arousal striking between her legs. She felt Beca lick and bit her skin hard again and again. She would deal with the marks later.
Descending Chloe's body upside down, Beca traced her skin with steady kisses all over her neck and collar until her mouth was in between her breasts. She passed a finger under each strap of Chloe's tank top, asking silently for permission. Chloe opened her eyes for the first time since Beca got out of the bathroom. The pure desire in Beca's pupils ignited something deep within Chloe. The temptation combined with the void of intimacy she needed to fill was too hard to fight anymore. Leaning a bit, not bothered at all by their reversed position, she took Beca's lower lip between her teeth hungrily, intertwining her hands in brown wavy locks. Beca moaned loudly, closing her lips around Chloe's mouth. They kissed languidly, testing every inches of each other's mouth. It was savoring a chocolate ice cream on a summer day, intense and reinvigorating.
"God, I've wanted this for so long." Beca mumbled against Chloe's lips, reaching down to remove Chloe's top. Throwing the piece of fabric across the room, she took a moment to admire the woman between her arms. Her heart skipped a beat just to accelerate seconds later. Beca had never seen a chest so perfect. Looking down, her stormy eyes crossed Chloe's shy ocean ones. She stroke lovingly her cheek with a thumb, her loving eyes expressing everything they still had to discuss.
"You're so beautiful, baby." Chloe smiled tenderly. Her hooded eyes watched Beca lean toward her chest and cup each breast with delicate and sweet palms. She watched Beca's fingers trace her curves, leaving shivers on their way. Each touch made her inhale and gasp in anticipation. The air in the room felt hot and Chloe was sure it wasn't only because of the weather.
Finally, Beca decided to taste and kissed her way between the two perfect mounts of flesh. With care and attention, she circled Chloe's left nipple with her thumb and the other one with her tongue. If Chloe thought the feeling was blazing, it was nothing compared to the sensation of Beca's teeth marking her flesh. Her back arched impulsively against Beca's body but the brunette kept licking and biting and kissing and sucking gently anyway. Chloe's body felt on fire. She wanted more. She needed to touch too. Since Beca was leaning on her, her covered breasts were only inches away from Chloe's face. Hungry to taste by herself, Chloe leaned on her elbow and passed a hand on Beca's back to take her clad breast in her mouth. Beca hummed in response, her hips jerking immediately. Licking through the fabric wasn't enough. As she reached for the edge of Beca's top, she pulled it over a little.
"Take that off." Chloe whined against the fabric. Her hot breath passed through the cotton and caused Beca's nipple to irrupt. With a nod and a last kiss to Chloe's breast, Beca tore her mouth away from the smooth skin to remove her tank top in a swift motion. Chloe could only see a fraction of steel on pink ends before Beca had bend over again to capture her still untouched breast in her mouth. The redhead's thighs tightened, her center already calling for release.
"Hum, that feels amazing." She moaned before taking Beca's pierced nipple in her mouth, tongue playing sensually with the steel jewellery, making the brunette shiver. Chloe pinched the other one between her thumb and forefinger. She should be surprised to find piercings on other parts of Beca's body but really, she wasn't. A smug smile spread on lips at the thought she was the only one capable to see and taste these ones.
Aching to feel more, Beca continued to go down on Chloe, kissing her way on her stomach, around her belly button, enjoying every inch of Chloe's skin she was finally able to ravish. When her fingers traced the curve of Chloe's hips, just below the elastic band of her shorts, the redhead shook with uncontrolled desire.
"Beca…" Chloe pleaded in a muffled voice, her lips marking Beca's navel and stomach with kisses. Beca was starting to feel self-conscious of their position and what it implied. She didn't feel like putting her knees on each side of Chloe's head to be able to touch her further. It was a bit too forward for their first time.
Retracting herself from Chloe's body, missing the contact instantly, the redhead's eyes never left hers as Beca circled around the bed to join her in a more practical position. Immediately, Chloe welcomed her with parted legs and luscious lips. They kissed hard, tongues mixing in a burning dance as Beca's hips pushed ever so gently against Chloe's center. Their breathless moans melted in the air. The wave of arousal between Chloe's legs could be felt throughout her shorts and Beca wanted to see how far she could go before Chloe would break.
Smirking like the evil brat she was, the brunette approached her lips to Chloe's ear and started humming the only song she still had to test on Chloe. It was Titanium by Sia. She felt Chloe freeze under her.
"I swear if you stop right now, I'm gonna kill you."
Beca chuckled as she continued to hum the song, kissing and biting on Chloe's pulse point.
"I will not stop, this time. I want to make love to you." She whispered over Chloe's skin.
And, okay, Beca wasn't the most wordy person, but Chloe was sure she felt her heart melt and explode at the same time. Circling her arms around the brunette's back, Chloe's hands passed over the equalizer bars to reach just under Beca's shorts and underwear. Her fingers traced the elastic band, inviting Beca closer. Beca got the hint and pushed her hips harder against Chloe's center, their breasts meeting and rubbing on rhythm. Chloe gasped and her nails scraped on Beca's lower back.
As Beca went down again, covering Chloe's navel and stomach with kisses, Chloe reached up to pinch her nipple herself, keeping a hand in Beca's hair. Beca scratched her nails on either sides of Chloe's ribs as she peered in between kisses. The scene was so sexy and unbelievable. Like she couldn't fathom how lucky and in love she was right now.
She reached down to finally take the aim of Chloe's shorts between her hands, asking again without a word for permission. Chloe studied Beca's tousled brown locks, her swollen lips, the look of love and lust in her stormy blue eyes. How could she say no ? She was already all soaked anyway.
With a nod, Beca removed Chloe's shorts gently, taking her underwear on the same course. She paused to look down. The sight and smell were intoxicating. Chloe still got her hands occupied on her breasts as Beca was drinking on her totally naked form for the first time. Well, the first time since her freshman year in college, anyway.
Taking on the glistening thighs and the tension on Chloe's abs, Beca's arousal spiked between her legs. Licking her lips unconsciously, she lent down to kiss Chloe gently on one knee then on the other, her palms squeezing her bottoms and thighs. The redhead whimpered under the sensual touches. Beca was so gentle and delicate with her. Her hips jerked up in anticipation. She was definitely ready for a release. Anything.
Slowly covering Chloe's thighs with kisses and nippings, Beca got down on her stomach to be closer to Chloe's center. With a last look to Chloe's shiny face, she captured her throbbing clit in her mouth. Chloe's back arched from the mattress in a sharp inhale. Her hands went directly through Beca's hair. The brunette looked up to see Chloe's eyes on her. She didn't need more to feel challenged.
Her tongue went through wet folds, carefully licking all the way up and down on a slow rhythm before she accelerated, sucking hard on Chloe's clit. Her heart was beating so loud from the exhilaration it was causing her. She moaned against Chloe, making the redhead to whimper under the vibrations and push her head harder toward her entrance.
"Baby…" Chloe whispered, out of breath. "Please…" Her whole body was shaking. Beca felt her grip in her hair tighten. She looked close to the edge but she wanted to bring her closer. Tracing sensually Chloe's entrance with her tongue, she sank in, licking and sucking at a fast pace.
"Fuck" Chloe pronounced through parted lips. She was going crazy. Beca's tongue was doing some magic trick on her. It was enough to push her closer and closer to the orgasm but not enough for her to actually reach it. She needed more.
She tore one of her hands from Beca's hair to find her hand on her hip and guide it to her center. When Beca understood what Chloe wanted, she groaned, retracting herself from Chloe. She traced her way up to Chloe's mouth with kisses and nippings. They kissed hard and deep, teeth clacking, consumed by their desire and passion, as Beca's fingers passed Chloe's abdomen and met her clit again. Chloe's handsy habits made her remember Beca was still wearing her shorts.
"Wait, put that off too."
Beca got up quickly from the bed to remove her shorts and underwear, almost without quitting Chloe's mouth. She regained her position above Chloe, the redhead's leg between hers as she circled her clit with her fingers.
"Stop teasing, please." Chloe whimpered. And Beca couldn't say no. Carefully, she let her fingers go down through hot and inviting labia. When two of her fingers arrived to Chloe's entrance, she slowed the kiss down to be able to look at Chloe. As if Chloe was sharing her thought, she fixed her piercing baby blue eyes on Beca's, her pupils so dilated the blue almost had disappeared.
Beca sank one finger all the way up Chloe's tightened walls, watching Chloe's lids flutter shut. Chloe exhaled raggedly from relief. Beca kissed her cheek lovingly before adding a finger, enjoying the sounds that escaped from her lover's throat. Chloe's hips moved instinctively against Beca's hand, quickening the rhythm by herself. Forehead touching, their breathing kept speeding up as they were sharing the same air. Feeling Beca's hips move in her periphery, Chloe upped her leg and pushed Beca's bare center against it, eliciting a whimper of relief from the brunette. Beca rapidly gained the same rhythm, riding Chloe's thigh encouraged by possessive hands on her ass. The tips of her fingers were curling inside of Chloe to thrust against her walls. She watched as Chloe bit hard on her lower lip, trying to contain her loud and irregular moans of pleasure. They increased as Beca lent in to trace her ear with her tongue and suck on her earlobe.
"Bec, I can't…" The redhead exclaimed breathlessly.
Chloe's hips slammed hard on her hand. The sound of her wet folds smacking against her palm reverberated in the room. Beca could feel her walls clench around her fingers, her hips quickened as she couldn't contain herself anymore either.
Forget about the fireworks and the butterflies. It was an effervescent bomb. Like knowing it was coming at a snail rate but coming anyway. And craving it. Craving it so hard it couldn't come sooner. The sounds muffled, the limits blurred. Hearts beating hard. Hands and legs trembling from excitation. Skin so tasty and inviting. Addicting and intoxicating.
Chloe came hard on Beca's hand in a loud and screeching sound, screaming Beca's name on top of her lungs, just seconds before she felt Beca's hips shake in spasms on her thigh. The feeling of reaching the edge together was so fulfilling Chloe felt like she was drifting on a boat, on calm waters, surrounded by silence and only silence.
Beca waited for Chloe to ride the rest of their orgasm before slowly putting her fingers out. One hand rising to cup her cheek, Chloe kissed her lazily as Beca came to a halt herself on Chloe's thigh. Both decided to enjoy the bliss of the moment. A sort of serenity crashed on them as they realised they finally showed their love to each other.
Her head on Chloe's chest, Beca was listening to their beating hearts, tapping in rhythm with her fingers on Chloe's hips. She could stay like this for the rest of her life and die happy. Chloe traced Beca's pale arm with her fingertips, goosebumps irrupting all over her skin.
"What are you thinking ?" She asked in a low voice, as if she didn't want to disturb their quiet bubble.
Beca looked up, her chin resting just above Chloe's breast. Her fingers formed absurd forms on the soft skin. Honestly, she had been thinking a lot about what Chloe had said before. The need to protect her and reassure her was occupying all her thoughts.
"I'm sorry you have to go through this. You know, the shows and the people and Theo… I suppose it's hard to find your place in all this batshit crazy life that's become mine but I swear, Chloe, none of it is worth without you. If you ask me to choose, I will choose you, without batting an eye. You're more important that all this." She showed the room with a bat of her hand. "You've always been."
Chloe studied her expression with serious eyes. The sincerity and the love in Beca's eyes were making her feel guilty about her thoughts earlier. She really had considered just leaving Beca there to juggle with her life by herself and come back to her later. She couldn't accept the fact that Beca would abandon all of this for her though. It was not a possibility.
"No, don't be silly. I will never ask you to give up on your dreams for me. I guess I should have talked to you sooner instead of staying stuck in my head and making assumptions."
Beca nodded, pressing a kiss on Chloe's nose. Chloe tightened her embrace around Beca's body.
"Well, now we know that's one thing we're not good at. We have to learn how to communicate. I want this to work, Chlo. I really do. But we have to talk to each other."
Chloe nodded and planted her lips on Beca's without intensifying it. Beca was right. She couldn't believe Beca was the one to ask for communication. They passed years and years battling over Beca's habits to close up and build walls around her heart. It seemed that it finally paid off.
"Look at you, Mitchell, going all Oprah on me. You've walked a long way." She smirked.
"Hey, what do you want ? Anything for my girlfriend." Beca smirked back, shrugging a little, reiterating the term from Chloe's rant earlier.
Chloe giggled and kissed her again, never having enough of those lips. Quickly, their kiss became heated and tongues were hunting eachother. Limbs entangled like two matches in flames. Although she really did want to make love to Beca and taste her in return, Chloe remembered they had an early call the next day.
"Wait, Becs. Baby." She mumbled against Beca's lips. "We have to wake up early tomorrow."
Beca pulled away reluctantly. She glanced toward the night stand where her phone was supposed to be.
"You're right. We should put an alarm on but I don't know where my phone is."
"In my bag. You gave it to me before going on stage."
Chloe extracted herself from Beca, kissing her lips quickly before getting up from the bed in all her naked glory.
"Hum, look at you." Beca said but a yawn interrupted her. "You look nice in those jeans."
Chloe giggled at the silliness but looked back, raising a warning finger, a mischievous grin on her face.
"Don't fall asleep on me, Mitchell. We still have round 2."
"Promise. No falling asleep, Ma'am." Beca said, two fingers raised in salute.
Shaking her head, Chloe crossed the room in long strides. Of course, her bag had stayed on the the floor next to the door so she had to walk all the way through the hall to find it. She found both their phones in her bag. Tapping the screen, her phone lighted up to several texts from the Bellas' group chat, asking her to look at some newspapers links. Chloe thought it wasn't important until she did the same with Beca's phone and remarked all the missed calls, texts and emails. Theo's texts were particularly furious and as she scrolled over them, she could see her name several times, glaring up at her.
Eyes growing two sizes, she opened the link in the Bellas group chat to see what it was all about. An article was talking about Beca and apparently, it was the same one Theo was angry at. The article showed Beca performing, hands in the air, grin on her face. Nothing too disturbing. But the reporter had gathered a lot of personal facts about Beca's life that may had caused Theo to finally have an aneurysm. It talked about their a capella performances, Beca's relationships with her parents, and more importantly how she had been seen with Chloe all the time since she started touring. The reporter wondered who Chloe was and a whole paragraph was written to introduce her. Chloe didn't think it was that serious. It seemed to her that Beca didn't want those things to be hidden in the first place. And she didn't care herself if her life was exposed. She could handle it. She didn't have anything to hide either and even if the facts looked accurate, there weren't a lot of informations they could find on her.
Phones in hand, putting the alarm on to 6 a.m., Chloe returned to the bedroom.
"Becs, we will have a problem for…" She stopped herself as she looked up from the phone in her hand. Beca was on her side, fast asleep, her hair all over the place, and strikingly still naked. Chloe shook her head. Of course, she had to fall asleep now. Rolling her eyes, she walked to the bedside table to put their phones in charge and turn off the light.
She watched Beca sleep a bit, upside down, wondering how she could put her under the covers without waking her up. Without thinking further, Chloe pushed a bit of the covers aside then passed an arm under Beca's back and knees and lifted her up in a groan. She circled the bed to carefully put Beca down on the side again. The petite brunette grumbled some nonsense but didn't wake up. Walking around to the other side, Chloe finally settled under the sheets, pressing herself against Beca's back contentedly.
Since she started touring for DJ Khaled, Beca was so exhausted that she would fall asleep everywhere. But as Becas was embraced in Chloe's arms, the redhead was glad she had fell asleep before acknowledging all this nonsense. The next day, they would probably face some uncomfortable situations. But for now, they were just two persons who loved each other. And that was enough.
A/N: Hey, weirdos !
So, first of all, I need to know how you all manage to write smut as easily as it seems. This is so hard ! Seriously, I had this story in my head for quite some time and couldn't sleep anymore because of how difficult it was to write. It still feel all too repetitive to me and maybe a bit lacking of emotions but I've come to the end of it pretty satisfied of how it turns out. Thanks to all of your fantastic stories that inspired me, I've finally finished it but, honestly, I don't think I'll give it a try again soon.
Anyway, my goal was for this story to turn out cute and sensual so I hope it's what you felt while reading it. I wanted their love story to be more important than their sex life. I didn't want to write smut just for smut. Don't hesitate to tell me what you thought of it.
As always, thanks for reading.
Take care, everybody !