Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Hotel California by the Eagles, or any of the cast of Pitch Perfect or anything. Please don't sue me.
Hotel California
Prologue:
"On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night"
The girls sang Hotel California, swaying to the beat. Since departing LA, they had been driving for what felt like forever. This was one of Chloe's favorite songs, it reminded her of family road trips. It took all of two seconds for Beca to appreciate it and became one of their favorite road trip jams.
"So how are you feeling about all of this?" Chloe asked with a sway and a bob of her head that Beca called the Chloe nod. She was referring to their upcoming long weekend retreat. Beca rolled her eyes and looked out the window.
"I'm into it, dude, just a bit nervous I guess."
"What's there to be nervous about?"
"Is the song not enough of a giveaway? Really? 'They stab it with their steely knives but they just can't kill the beast.' We are literally going to a place called Motel California. Which is run by Aubrey, whose mind is very much -Tiffany twisted- whatever that means"
Chloe laughs, her voice is musical and true, and nine times out of ten it coaxes a smile out of Beca.
"We can turn back you know. I think I saw a place an hour back the other way."
"No, it's fine, I'm sure it will be fine, you know me. I just need to get my complaining in now so it's on the record."
"Yes, baby, your complaints are duly noted and regarded as one of your most endearing traits." Chloe beamed at her.
"Shut up." Beca gently gave Chloe a shove on her shoulder which elicited more laughter from her. "I think it's also the fact that we haven't seen Aubrey in a while, not since they… separated, you know. She ever tell you what happened?"
"Nope, I'm just as clueless about what happened there as you are."
They passed a sign that read in large ominous nondescript print "Motel California - 10 miles".
"Oh, looks like we're almost there."
"Then we're past the point of no return," Beca added.
Chloe cranked up the volume and in seconds their concerns disappeared with the guitar solo.
"Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
Relax said the night man
We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave"
Chapter One: A shimmering light
"This is the place?" Beca asked as she stepped out of the Jeep.
"Yep," Chloe responded, grinning from ear to ear. She was more than her usual chirpy self, she was being mischievous. Beca knew that look. They lived together in LA for a few years now and knew each other's mannerisms well. Though Chloe still caught her off guard every once in a while.
Beca was an up-and-coming music producer working for a famous record label while Chloe was in the very last leg of her Veterinary School program. Their lives had been hectic for the last year and so busy that their sex life had suffered, much to their disappointment. In an effort to remedy this, and because Beca lacked the capacity to resist Chloe's smile, they'd taken a few days off and booked a long weekend getaway at this hotel somewhere off the beaten path in the southern California desert.
Beca begrudgingly shut off her phone as they'd previously discussed and put it away. Chloe noticed.
"Thanks for that babe," she said, and gave Beca a kiss.
This could be their millionth kiss but it still made Beca smile and feel the all-too-familiar butterflies.
Beca pulled away. "They'll live without me. I left someone to cover for me, I expect he'll either be dead or the place will be on fire by the time we get back." Now her smile was a little strained and it made Chloe hesitate.
"Becs…" Chloe said.
"It's OK, babe, we're here. We're going to have a great time."
Chloe smiled, she appreciated how much Beca was trying.
Despite being dusk, it was surprisingly hot and dry in the desert. Before them stood what appeared to be a retrofitted Motel 6, the kind you'd see in a horror movie. It was "hipsterized," for lack of a better word. It looked like the kind of place where hippies and hipsters alike came to swing and do peyote. It felt very LA. Beca wasn't not not into it. From what she'd read online, the place had a bit of a reputation but Beca wasn't aware of the exact details nor did she care a lot, usually she trusted Chloe's instincts. Looking at the place she couldn't help but wonder how many cult rituals and murder-suicides happened between those beige walls.
Beca sighed and tried to reframe the situation like her therapist had taught her. This was an opportunity to disconnect from music producing for a while and reconnect with her girlfriend. A surge of relief and warmth coursed through her. Chloe as always was looking out for her and for their relationship when she suggested this place.
Beca was wearing a plaid skirt with black stockings and black high-top Converses, a faded Black Sabbath shirt with a hoodie tied around her waist. While this look felt a little bit too college try-hard for her it was a place of comfort. Whenever stress got the best of her, she went back to heavy black eyeliner and plaid. Her therapist mentioned something about regression and how it can be perceived as a warning light. Beca shrugged, it didn't matter. She knew Chloe had a soft spot for the "moody, grungy, rebellious" Beca that she first fell in love with.
"Like I said, I'm all in, dude. I'm just a bit anxious is all."
Chloe smiled. She knew Beca was into it, for all her posturing. She knew Beca's sexual needs matched her own and she was looking forward to it. And not for the first time today she caught herself checking out her moody grungy girlfriend.
Chloe was wearing a blue sundress that matched the color of her eyes, her long red hair cascading just past her shoulders. Beca loved how she looked in that dress. It was something she wore during their Bella years, when Beca found herself unabashedly checking Chloe out. She suspects that was why she was wearing it.
"We're back to dude huh?" Chloe commented playfully, giving her a small shove while they walked to the reception entrance.
"What?"
"You always call me dude when you get nervous." She chuckled softly.
Beca blushed. "I know. I'm sorry, babe"
"I like it. It's cute and very much you." Chloe gave her girlfriend a peck on the cheek.
"My Bellas!"
Aubrey was standing in front of them, hands on her hips in her best Wonder Woman pose, and a bright toothy grin on her face. She looked just like Beca remembered, tall, slender, blonde, and just so damned powerful. She wore an awfully familiar beige jumpsuit with her Bella handkerchief around her neck. Beca always loved how Aubrey could pull off that look, not that she'd ever admit it to anyone.
It hadn't been all that long since they'd last seen her. Maybe 6 months? A year? Sometime before the separation. Maybe it had been too long. Life gets in the way, a phrase Beca kept coming back to. Now looking at her after what feels like a lifetime, Beca remembered just how stunning the slightly neurotic blond bombshell was. Regal? That's it, to Beca Aubrey was regal.
Beca loved this version of Aubrey. She was friendlier now, maybe a bit serious but passionate, brutally sincere, and most importantly a committed friend… with weird daddy issues.
Beca preferred this version of Aubrey over the domineering, fierce borderline abusive version ofAubrey which she had dubbed "Boss Bitch Aubrey." Chloe hated it but Beca found it hilarious.
"Hey Boss B-!" Beca began before Chloe elbowed her. She looked at Beca with wide eyes, and gave her look that screamed shut up. Beca winced and complied with a smile on her face. Whenever Chloe gave her that look she knew better than to keep running her mouth.
Sudden flashes of a certain retreat flooded Beca's mind. The yelling, the whistle, the mud, and the goddamned tent they had all been sequestered in. And the damn bear trap where she swore she could have died. Everyone disagreed, but what do they know, they weren't up there.
It hadn't all been bad, though. During that retreat they had rediscovered their sound, they had grown stronger and closer as a team, and it had shaped them into international a cappella champions.
And more importantly during that retreat, inside that cramped tent with all the other girls, Chloe had casually mentioned to Beca her regret for not having experimented all that much in college. That casual confession, in the worst of conditions, and within earshot of all the Bellas, started a chain reaction that led to Beca and Chloe experimenting kissing for the first time and slowly, secretly falling in love.
Beca's life wouldn't be what it was if it hadn't been for this domineering boss bitch. She smiled at Aubrey and mumbled a sorry to Chloe.
Once again Beca would trust Aubrey with her life. She'd complain about it for old time's sake and for appearance's sake. Beca couldn't have them thinking she'd gone soft. No matter how true it was.
Aubrey closed the distance between them and pulled a reluctant Beca into a hug. She resisted at first, letting her hands fall to the side, but it wasn't long until she returned the hug enthusiastically. Aubrey always smelled like citrus and jasmine. It was Coco Chanel.
"Oh, Beca I missed you!" Aubrey liked the petite alt brunette. The moody short stack in her arms had changed her in so many ways that it felt incalculable. Aubrey would always be grateful to her, no matter how many times she annoyed her. Beca felt exactly the same way down to the letter.
Chloe was unable to contain herself any longer and stepped in to hug Aubrey. The hug was so familiar and warm it brought tears to Aubrey's eyes which she held back as much as she could. "Oh Chloe, I missed you so much."
"Me too, babe!"
Aubrey had meant the world to Chloe once upon a time, more than anyone. So much in fact that back when Aubrey was captain of the Bellas and her stress got the best of her and she'd lash out, Chloe could always see past that. She didn't see the angry "boss bitch." She saw a scared girl who didn't know what to do with all of her emotions. More often than not their fights would end with Aubrey crying and Chloe hugging her patiently.
Beca could feel her eyes get misty and a lump forming in her throat. Jokingly she said, "Hey stop trying to steal my girlfriend you."
They all laughed at that and Aubrey let Chloe go but not before their eyes met and spoke a million soundless words. Sometimes Beca felt a bit jealous of their connection, of the fact that Aubrey had been there before her, and that she suspected that Chloe had been in love with her. Beca lived by a simple philosophy, "What you don't know won't hurt you." It was bullshit, she knew it and her therapist knew it. It had actually gotten her in trouble with Chloe before.
"So Aubrey no bear traps this time?" Beca asked.
Aubrey laughed and discreetly wiped a tear from her eye. "No, of course not, it's the desert."
Beca made a big deal of sighing with relief. She really had been terrified that day.
"There's mountain lions and snakes though."
"What?!" Beca screeched.
"And scorpions," Aubrey said through a sincere unflinching smile, trying her best not to lose her composure and tease Beca some more. "Anyway let me give you guys the tour!"
Beca whined and slumped her shoulder, she regressed to 15-year-old scared Beca and she looked at Chloe who raised a fist and whispered, "I'll protect you." Beca gave her a forced smile and they followed Aubrey inside.
As Aubrey lead them, Beca caught a brief glimpse of her figure as she walked away. The jumpsuit while triggering was snug and it hugged her curves. Beca wondered was Aubrey always this confusingly attractive?
The hotel was bigger than it looked Beca remarked as they strolled around the pool area. Despite its intentional appearance the hotel was meticulously taken care of, and Beca noticed small sophisticated details like smart HVAC systems, and complex door security systems. Over all the place was meant to look unassuming and it did. For some reason it also reminded Beca of some 70s cult horror movies Jesse would force her to watch back when they dated. Beca found it surprisingly comforting.
"As you know, my little retreat in the mountains was doing so well that we slowly expanded and ended up acquiring several other hotels and retreat destinations that offer a wealth of different experiences. This place however Motel California is something else for me, it's been kind of a passion project."
Aubrey didn't add the fact that the happiest days of her life were when she and her father would spend the weekend here when he was on his way to some secret remote base deeper in the desert. It had been small, a little dusty, and the vending machines barely worked and she had loved every square inch of it. So Aubrey bought it and made it better.
"I wanted to design something more intimate where couples could escape from their hectic lives into a discreet location with all of the amenities and comforts you'd expect from a five-star hotel while safely and very privately rediscovering the spark in their relationship."
"Rediscover the spark in their relationship?" Beca slowly turned to look at Chloe, whose eyes went wide when she realized that she was in trouble. Chloe knew Beca preferred to keep their intimacy to themselves.
"Oh Beca there's nothing to be ashamed of here," said Aubrey cheerfully. "You two have been together for what? Almost five years now, it's normal for things to slow down a bit. Besides, I know you have crazy busy work schedules. It's OK."
Beca's face was burning. She wasn't crazy about the fact that Chloe and Aubrey had talked about their sex lives, although she always suspected that was the case, they were best friends after all. She didn't think their sex life had slowed down at all, they were just busy. Beca was working long hours and sometimes she'd have to rush to the studio because some idiot was suddenly inspired.
She really hated leaving her bed in the dead of night but most of all she hated leaving the warmth of Chloe. But this was part of what it means to be a music producer, right? Life happens?
Chloe's work situation wasn't any better. Veterinary school had been brutal, and now after the first grueling four years she was on her practicum working at the Animal hospital where she'd have 12 hour shifts 4 days a week and they rotated the schedule constantly. When she was home, she was usually dead tired. But Chloe true to form did her best not to let it consume her or impair their relationship in any way, she was always dressed to the nines, always ready to go out for dinner when time allowed, and always ready for any fun sexual escapades that may arise.
But Beca felt like she knew better. She could see the exhaustion behind Chloe's bright smile, it reminded her of when they were co-captains of the Barden Bellas during their senior year. How she was coming apart at the seams, how her usual upbeat tone carried an edge that threatened to explode.
So Beca thought the best thing would be to try to help her relax and unwind. For Beca that usually meant cuddles, some wine, crappy movies she hated, and lots of sleep. Maybe slowing down wasn't the worst decision, Beca realized. But let the record show it wasn't due to lack of interest, her girlfriend was fine as hell.
"Ok, maybe it's not the worst idea." Beca bit her lip, looking over to the beautiful redhead she felt immensely lucky to call her girlfriend. Chloe was looking at her out of the corner of her eyes and indulged herself with a small contented smile and a blush.
Chloe also knew how stressed Beca was and how her job was consuming Beca's love for music. She'd often come home burnt out, throw her bag to a corner and pour a glass of wine, and bitch about work to Chloe.
Chloe loved Beca fiercely but their pace of life was draining her and that scared her. So when Aubrey suggested the retreat during one of their Skype lunch dates, she figured it'd be worth a shot. What did they have to lose? So once again Chloe placed her future in Aubrey's hands. She knew it was a hell of a risk but it had paid off in the past. It had given her Beca.
Aubrey smiled contentedly; she was getting through to them. She was rarely wrong and she knew these two better than they thought. "I'm glad you are starting to come around Beca".
"Don't push it you-you sexy giraffe!" What the hell did I just say, sexy giraffe? Beca chastised herself, she was feeling a bit flushed, it reminded her of she would feel and act around a very tall, statuesque German lady from the time they went to Worlds. Chloe caught it and reacted exactly like she did back then, she blinked in amused confusion and placed her hand on Beca's shoulder effectively grounding her. Aubrey found this amusing and tried not to blush.
"Anyway, over here we have our heated pool, a state-of-the-art communal hot tub, but don't worry they both self-clean every 6 hours. There's a wet sauna, a fantastic gym, a dungeon, an activities room, a small private theater with a very large selection of movies. I mean there's also Wi-Fi and all of that and the rooms have great entertainment systems but the theater is kind of a special place, trust me on that."
They were taking it all in. Even though Aubrey rushed through the word dungeon, they still caught it and Beca gave Chloe a look of terror and mouthed, "Dungeon?"
Chloe was also surprised by this and shook her head. She mouthed back, "I don't even know."
"This place has kind of exploded since last year and we are usually booked out for months some of our guests include VIPs, some celebrities and politicians, however given that it's you two, I booked out the entire place just for you. The only people here are me and some of the more discreet staff, of course."
"The entire place! That sounds expensive Aubrey."
Aubrey continued to smile brightly, her teeth almost sparkling against the desert sun "It really is".
Aubrey didn't add that she had basically bumped someone very rich and famous and blamed someone else which in turn made that person book the entire place several times over just out of spite. She would end up making three times more than normal if the place was booked. There was a reason why the retreats took off.
She led them to the door of their room. It was on the grounds but a separate villa, surprisingly large for such a deceptively small location. "And this is where you'll be staying. Now because of our strict privacy policy and the NDAs we signed, I can't tell you who the last guest of the honeymoon villa was, but let's just say that we sang this individual's songs during Beca's first year," she adds with a knowing wink to the short brunette. Queen Riri? Beca wondered.
"Show off," Beca quips.
"Right Beca because you don't name-drop every musician you've ever worked with," Aubrey shoots back, her smile unwavering. That shuts Beca up, she has in fact brought up some of the most famous musicians she's worked with but in her defense, it was usually after a few loaded vodka cranberries. Besides what's the point of friends if you can't brag to them about having worked with Snoop Dogg.
Aubrey tapped her bracelet against a sensor by the door and it opened on its own.
"Here," she said as she handed them both bracelets like hers. "These will open the doors to every amenity in the place, and aren't they cute? Less likely to lose than a key card".
That is nifty, Beca thought as she slid it on her wrist and watched Chloe do the same.
The Honeymoon Villa was basically a Tardis, which was something Beca only knew about because she dated Jesse. The place was deceptively big and modern. The walls were bare, the decor was minimalist and sleek. The color scheme was black, gray, and white. There was a very unassuming fireplace and Aubrey flicked a switch and the TV came out of the wall. There was also a half-size kitchen and a large bathroom with a bathtub.
"The villa uses a very minimalist design with the idea that couples can only be focused on each other, no tacky wall art, no distractions, just the essentials. There's also an iPad by the bed and one in the bathroom that activates all the other amenities the room has to offer. Please do take a moment to go through the rules section of the retreat as soon as you can."
"Rules? What?" Beca started and was immediately cut off by Aubrey who added, "Yes, rules, Beca. Now I know you two have had a very long trip so I'll leave you to get settled."
She started to walk out to give them some privacy then stopped just as she reached the entrance and turned. "If you guys are open to it, we could have dinner later maybe? No obligation, of course, I just missed you guys." She really did.
The girls warmed up in that moment and both smiled back at their old captain. She may be a pain in the ass sometimes but they knew better, they knew how vulnerable and sensitive Aubrey could be. More importantly, they knew how much she loved both of them and the feeling was very much mutual.
Beca and Chloe were finally alone.
"So sexy giraffe?" Chloe teased.
"Shut up, you know I have a thing for tall women. Which is like super unfair cuz I'm short so everyone is like super tall"
Chloe took pity on the bumbling brunette and said "It's ok babe, she looks hot! I was checking her out." Beca shoved her face on the palm of her hands and groaned, then decided to change the topic.
"This place is something else, huh?" Chloe chirped happily at Beca. She tried to close the distance she'd felt since they came here. She knew Beca was a bit annoyed at her because she'd shared some intimate details of their sex life with Aubrey.
Beca took a seat on the corner of the bed and glanced around, trying to take it all in. The bed itself was a massive king-size, the sheets were black and white and unmistakably expensive. Beca could feel her behind being nestled comfortably as if she were sitting on a surprisingly comfortable cloud.
"It really is something else." Beca wasn't sure how she felt about the place, the outside was neat and all nostalgic but this room was weird and a bit creepy. "Aubrey is certainly something else."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing, I guess I just never thought…"
"That she'd end up being extremely successful and rich?"
"No, I couldn't imagine her as anything else to be honest. I bet she rules with an iron fist. I guess I mean… she's nice."
Beca hated having to admit what their old captain meant to her, how much she cared for her even after she married her ex-boyfriend, Jesse. They were surprisingly compatible and she couldn't have been happier for them. Chloe knew Beca well enough to know that "nice" was code for "this person means so much to me that I don't have enough words or even the emotional capacity to describe it eloquently" and so she smiled patiently. She moved their luggage to the side and Beca let herself fall backwards on the bed. It really felt like she'd fallen into a cloud. She went to reach for the iPad but, oh, the bed is warm? It can wait. The bed was warm.
"Don't fall asleep on me now, we just got here," said Chloe.
"I won't, it's just been a long day." Beca whined she could feel sleep rearing its head. She propped herself on her elbows and gave Chloe a small playful glare. "You know you're still not out of the woods, right?"
Chloe swallowed a bit nervously but decided to go into her default setting: flirt. "Oh, am I in trouble?" she said in a soft, sultry tone as she straddled Beca, making her mind short-circuit and lose track of whatever the hell she was seeing.
"Uh?" Focus, Beca thinks to herself, this is important. "Chlo" is all she managed to get out, she wanted her tone to be direct and convey annoyance but it betrayed her. She sounded desperate.
Chloe declared herself the winner and closed the distance between their lips. The kiss was soft but hungry, demanding attention, and by god, she was getting it. Chloe took a very soft bite of Beca's lower lip. Both of their breathing matched, slightly panting.
"Not fair, Chlo".
"I know and I'm sorry, baby." Chloe didn't make a habit of calling Beca baby because it inexplicably turned both of them on so it was her ace in the hole. Chloe placed her soft hands on Beca's face and their foreheads touched. She stared deep into those witchy cerulean eyes, the same eyes that pulled her in during that first initiation night years ago.
"Fast friends," Chloe had said. She'd been painfully right.
Whatever Beca was thinking she decided it wasn't really that important. They kissed again and it was soft, familiar. The building desire almost became painful as the kiss deepened. Beca's hands wandered beneath Chloe's dress, her skin soft, it felt like it was scalding her. Beca's hands found the sheer fabric of her underwear, the pattern new and expensive. Beca couldn't wait to see them.
Chloe's hands didn't keep still as they kissed. They reached out, tightened, scratched, pulled and forced. When she felt Beca's hands softly caressing her bottom, she moaned softly. She wanted to be touched everywhere. She was overcome with this sudden desperate need to take everything off. She went to pull her dress over her head but Beca stopped her.
"Wait," said Beca.
Chloe paused, aroused, breathless, and now puzzled.
"Stand up, I want to look at you." Beca's tone was gentle but firm, which was a radical shift from her usual nervous energy when they were making out.
"Oh."
Chloe dismounted her girlfriend and stood in front of her. Beca's eyes narrowed with lust and impatience as she took in just how beautiful Chloe looked right now. Chloe could feel the devouring gaze and it made her tremble, to be so blatantly on display and leered at. It was thrilling.
"Turn around for me, Chlo."
"Hmm, someone is feeling bossy," Chloe chirped but submitted and winked at her. Chloe knew where this was going. This side of Beca was demanding and possessive, and she loved it.
"Now take it off. Slowly."
Chloe did as instructed. She started by lowering one side of her shoulder, stealing glances coyly, and then the other shoulder. Her dress slowly started to slip off, she stopped it just short of her chest. Slowly then abruptly it came off just down to her navel, her hands playfully covering her bra. She winked at Beca. Her underwear was lacy, blue, with a floral pattern. It really suited her and matched her dress and her eyes. The effect was blinding.
"New?" asked Beca.
"You like it?"
"I love it," Beca said without a second of hesitation and a small smile. Her eyes casually scanned Chloe from head to toe, drinking her in like she was the very last drop of water in this godforsaken desert, and for all she knew she was.
Chloe beamed, she knew Beca would love it. Chloe picked this set and a few more especially for this retreat. Beca had no idea how much she'd wanted this and how much she'd been wanting her.
"I didn't say stop," Beca chided. She gestured for her to take it off with her finger as she softly bit her lip.
Damn, Chloe hadn't seen this side of Beca in a while and drove her wild. She would do whatever the hell Beca wanted.
Chloe let the dress fall slowly off to her hips and then she bent down, slowly pushing the dress the rest of the way down. As she did so, she looks up at Beca, also giving her the best view of her cleavage, both heavenly and sinful at the same time.
Beca's patience had run its course. The redhead before her stood like some mythical Greek goddess immortalized in marble, and she wanted to chisel her way into her being, with her teeth preferably. Beca beckoned with a finger and her very best "come fuck me" steel blue eyes.
Beca slid backward on the bed until her back was against the sleek black headboard. Chloe crawled to her like a lioness ready to pounce and Beca felt her command wavering. She swallowed hard. Out of the corner of her eye, Beca noticed three little almost invisible buttons on the corner of the headboard. "What's that?"
Chloe stopped for a second and noticed what she was talking about. The three buttons were small enough that they could have been unnoticeable. Out of curiosity Chloe reached over and said, "I wonder what they do."
As Chloe leaned over Beca she gave her the most delightful view. Beca caught a whiff of her shampoo. The buttons were cool and all but she was no longer all that curious. Beca jumped at the chance to kiss Chloe's neck.
Chloe gasped as the lips touched her skin and she absentmindedly pressed the top button. A small compartment popped out, containing what was very obviously a bottle of lubricant.
"What?" they both said at the same time.
"Is that…?" Beca starts, slightly distracted, and went back to kissing Chloe's neckline.
"Looks like lube. Huh, it's actually sealed, looks new." Her voice was getting progressively shakier due to the kisses.
"Very classy Aubrey," Beca moaned. It was neat and all, but Chloe was more interesting to her.
Chloe's curiosity got the best of her and she pressed the other button. Two compartments on either side of the headboard opened.
"Umm Beca?" she breathed, trying to get her lover's attention.
"Yes?" she said between gasps for air. Beca wanted inhale her scent every day for the rest of her life.
"You need to see this."
Beca grunted in slight frustration and looked at whatever offending object was getting in the way. Chloe is holding black fuzzy cuffs that connect to the headboard via retractable ropes. They looked at the cuffs. They weren't idiots, they knew what they were for, Chloe more so than Beca. Chloe had expressed interest in experimenting before. While Beca was intrigued, they never really got around to it. Life gets in the way right? These looked serious, soft but strong, and they could be extended and locked at will.
"Interesting." Chloe started to fiddle with the mechanism.
"What is this place?" Beca stated in disbelief, her tone shifting back to normal. First, there's lube coming out of the headboard, now cuffs? What's next? And just like that, her question was answered as Chloe pressed the last button. Two more cuffs came out of the bottom headboard, clearly meant to bind the ankles.
"Oh my!" Chloe gasped.
Beca laughed in disbelief. This was insane on so many levels but she was starting to get intrigued. She remembered vaguely having a conversation about trying cuffs in the bedroom but it didn't go past the planning stage. Beca felt a pang of guilt because it was very likely that it was her fault. Chloe was very protective of her and whenever she sensed Beca seriously hesitating about trying something new in the bedroom she would leave it alone and wait patiently for Beca to bring it up again.
It was very unlike her in other aspects of their lives. Chloe would always drag Beca to try new things, like musicals, clubs, even that stupid paint-and-wine night thing that ended up turning into one of their hottest sexual encounters ever. Beca very distinctly remembers the next morning - the hangover, being covered in bites, hickeys, and paint everywhere. Right then and there she decides that she will try her best and try any-damned-thing Chloe wants to try this weekend. Any-damned-thing.
"You wanna?" Beca started and she gestured with a small nod at the cuffs.
Chloe was surprised by this but quickly became elated. But she hesitated for a second and asked, "Are you sure?"
"For this weekend, we'll do whatever you want Chlo." And she wanted to mean it. She might regret it later but in that moment she meant it.
Chloe bit her lower lip and considered carefully what Beca just said. "Whatever I want?"
"Whatever you want," she reassured.
"Then yes." Chloe went to kiss Beca, to rekindle the embers of their lust, while very discreetly grabbing for the fuzzy cuffs.
Beca got wise to her game and very gently pushed her away and shook her head. "Oh no Chlo, these aren't for me."
She very gently pushed Chloe off of her and placed her against the headboard. The commanding tone in Beca's voice made Chloe's head spin and she numbly let herself be guided against the headboard. She really liked this version of Beca. Chloe remembered the first time she saw it.
During a particularly heavy make-out session, Chloe was teasing her going in for a kiss and then pulling back. Beca had sighed in frustration and cursed in a tone that made Chloe shiver.
"Just fucking kiss me," Beca had said. Chloe swore she had never been as turned on in her life. Up until that point at least. Then Beca then grabbed a fistful of red hair and pulled her in for an intense, life-affirming kiss. Chloe really liked to revisit that memory when she was alone.
Beca expertly maneuvered kissing as much of Chloe's skin as she could while placing the cuffs on her, her lips only departed from her skin when she absolutely needed to. She considered using the legs cuffs on Chloe but decided against it. It might be uncomfortable for what she has planned. She realized that Chloe was still wearing her underwear. She gently unhooked the front strap of her bra, releasing the glorious mounds of flesh from their delicate prisons. Heavenly and sinful. She wanted to shove her face between them and take her all in but decided against it. Not yet.
"Becs…" Chloe begged. She wanted to be touched, badly. She needed it.
Instead of succumbing to the temptation, Beca decided to breathe out loud and long enough to let her breath caress her breast. It made Chloe whimper almost like a puppy. Beca shifted her attention and kissed everywhere else. Chloe's abs, carefully sculpted from all the cardio and yoga, the indentation of her ribs. For this section, she used the tip of her tongue. This made Chloe yelp. Beca moved downward, alternating between kissing, licking, and breathing. The sensations made Chloe shiver with electric expectation, the want slowly becoming need.
"Fuck Becs."
Beca smiled at herself, the teasing was really working, Chloe didn't really usually curse. She mostly reserved it for these moments with Beca.
"You want it, huh?" Beca teased and Chloe responded with a very soft almost soundless "Uh-huh."
"What do you want, Chlo?"
"Becs, come on, you are killing me," Chloe said with eyes shut tightly. She felt as if she would die if she didn't touch her soon.
"You need to tell me, Chlo. What-do-you-want?" Each word carefully enunciated and punctuated with a kiss to the dip in her hips, secretly one of Beca's favorite features on her.
"Jesus Becs!" she implored.
"Say it!" Beca commanded.
"Fuck me."
"My pleasure," Beca said, her mouth and hand drifting downward.
She began by softly kissing Chloe just above her underwear. Her hand caressed, squeezed, and then scratched at her thighs. It wasn't long until her fingers began to gently caress between them and over her underwear.
Chloe groaned and once again breathed out.
Ok enough is enough, Beca admitted to herself and with her left hand pulled the sheer blue panties to the side. She moved her face closer to the hood of Chloe's clit, breathing it in, loving it, as her right hand caressed the wetness underneath. The middle finger teased her labia at first then gently the very entrance. She kissed the hood of her clit gently and then stuck her tongue out, circling slowly. Then gently her middle finger entered. Chloe was ready, so very ready for this, and gasped. They'd been together for a few years, and they knew each other's bodies intimately. Beca knew which buttons to push, and which gestures took Chloe to the edge.
Beca gently moved her finger in circling motions inside her while applying soft pressure upwards. The motion made Chloe throw her head back and silently curse. Beca kissed her clit lightly, nibbling and licking carefully, while her middle finger worked its magic and her thumb caressed around clit between licks. Chloe could feel the crescendo building slowly, deliciously frustrating, leaving her wanting, needing.
"I'm not going to break Beca!"
Beca blinked in surprise for half a second then her expression darkened and her smile became mischievous. "Oh, you will."
"What? Oh god!" Chloe screamed out.
All bets are off. Beca's tongue attacked her clitoris and spelled the alphabet with firm pressure and at record speed. She paused for a second before shoving her entire mouth on it and sucking desperately. It made Chloe's body buck and shake, her hips thrusting and her thighs tightening and flexing. Her body begged for release, her wrists pulling hard against the secured cuffs binding her. Her muscles tensed and Beca looked up for a second from between her legs and saw the desperation in her lover's face. Her toned arms flailed desperately and she couldn't help but admire them.
Beca's index finger joined her middle finger and they ran upwards inside of her. It didn't take long for the bass to drop and when it did its impact rippled through Chloe with nuclear intensity. Chloe's thighs wrapped around Beca's neck. Through sheer determination, Beca maintained her position and pushed onward, driving Chloe past the threshold again and again until she collapsed.
Beca was right, she broke. It was as if her body and soul had shattered into a million pieces and it felt delightful. With each breath, her pieces reconstructed themselves like lost pieces of a once-abandoned puzzle, the picture itself hauntingly beautiful and peaceful.
Beca had been so preoccupied with the task at hand she hadn't noticed the very familiar longing between her own thighs and the very noticeable dampness growing. The sight of her fallen flame-haired goddess in front of her didn't help. She reached under her skirt and her cotton panties. She was warm and wet and with her middle and ring finger not so softly began to circle. She shifted from her clit to tease her entrance softly, then alternated between the two with long strokes. She whimpered softly involuntarily closing her eyes.
She suddenly heard a strained desperate Chloe, "You having fun over there?" Her tone was teasing, but she also sounded jealous at being excluded.
Beca opened her eyes, rasping breathlessly. She continued to touch herself to the sight of a very naked, very glorious Chloe. But she didn't move towards her, keeping just off to the side, away from her flailing legs.
Once again, Chloe wanted to touch Beca so badly that it exasperated her. "I want to touch you."
Beca simply said, "You get to watch." Her tone was needy but restrained. She repositioned herself in a more comfortable position, and teasingly lifted up her shirt just above her black bra and held it there with her teeth.
This image of Beca was unbelievably attractive and almost too much for Chloe. She had a very explicit view up Beca's skirt and panties and the secret movements underneath. Something about the sensuality of this scene drove Chloe mad with desire. She never in a million years thought she'd be privy to such a sight.
The growth, intimacy, and vulnerability needed to produce the spectacle before her was touching. Chloe really wanted to show her appreciation physically but once again when she went to reach out her movement was restrained by the cuffs. She groaned in desperation. A spring of desire welled once again between her thighs and she rubbed her legs together, seeking release, without avail.
Beca took her time, coaxing her orgasm, letting the tide rise and fall, her breathing ragged as she was being encouraged and cursed at by her restrained lover. Chloe begged to touch, to taste, to devour but it was not going to happen. Chloe was being punished; she knew what she had done. Beca in an act of mercy shifted her leg and placed it just between Chloe's legs, giving her something to rub herself against. It was enough to tease and please but not enough, just not enough. At least not yet. Chloe bucked against Beca's leg and she moved in rhythm.
Beca was close, Chloe could tell, she could always tell. Beca tended to be the quieter one of the two but her facial expressions betrayed her, her brow furrowed, beads of sweat on her forehead, the shallow breathing, and the almost soundless cursing.
Chloe loved looking at her in this state. She egged her on and encouraged her. "Yeah that's right, come on baby, come for me" and other variations to drive her over the edge.
When Beca came it hit her like a metaphorical tsunami, the careful and patient motions having paid off tenfold. She could feel Chloe getting there as well, the friction of her leg against her crotch had created an infuriatingly slow build but ended up working. Chloe's orgasm rolled in just after Beca's, just not as intensely as the one before.
Beca fell back in sheer post-orgasmic bliss, letting the pulsing waves flood her, fill her, and rebuild her.
"Becs?"
Chloe's voice sounded far and faint. Beca barely acknowledged it with a soft questioning grunt. Beca's eyes felt heavy and her breathing became deeper. The mattress was calling and Beca was listening.
"Becs!" Chloe's tone was still soft but there was a small hint of annoyance and it was enough to snap her back to reality, and a very pleasingly sensitive and burning body.
"Yeah! I'm up," Beca responded, coming back to life, slightly dazed but in control of 80% of her faculties.
Chloe giggled. "Baby can you please untie me, my wrists are starting to hurt a little." There was pleading in her voice and her face was flushed, but she was ecstatic. Chloe's body was engulfed with a sense of total satisfaction and delightful soreness.
"Yeah, right away, sorry, babe. Now how the hell do you undo these things Chloe?".
After uncuffing Chloe from the bed, they both shared a long and delightfully warm bath, basking in the proverbial afterglow. They embellished the tub with flower petals and therapeutic salts. It was heavenly and well worth the time it took to fill the massive bathtub. The healing salts worked like a charm to revive their tired muscles, they've had a long day after all.
Chloe wrapped her arms around Beca as she leaned back into her. Chloe nuzzled her nose against her neck and sighed contently. Beca could feel Chloe's heaving chest against her back and it was just what the doctor ordered. They both had their eyes closed, taking in the intimacy of the moment. Chloe held Beca's elbow and her thumb circled gently against her skin. The air was rich with the smell of lavender.
"You were right, this was a good idea," Beca admitted almost sheepishly.
"You're welcome baby," Chloe said as she tightened her embrace and sank deeper into her neck.
Beca arched an eyebrow and said, "You know you're still in trouble, right?"
Chloe opened her mouth in mock surprise and said, "Aw come on Becs, you can't still be annoyed?"
"No, I'm not, I'm really not." She pressed her cheek against Chloe's arm. She really wasn't annoyed at all. Coming here was a good idea. She just enjoyed teasing Chloe.
"Besides I think I've been punished enough," Chloe added seductively while taking a small bite out of Beca's neck.
"Oh, you haven't," Beca teased, half serious, half not as serious.
They shared a small laugh and held each other, savoring the moment, and wishing it would never end.
Back in the bedroom, Chloe's phone buzzed in the distance. A message from Aubrey lit the screen and read "Dinner? Or have you guys eaten?" and she signed it with a flirtatious winky smiley face.
**fin
Author's note: This is the first time I write and post stuff like this. It's been both fun, exhilarating and one of the scariest things I've ever done.