omg pls I never once put in a request to any writer before but I read a prompt from a generator page which is ‘quiet confessions in the moonlight’ and I can’t imagine it being written by anyone but you because you get the vibe and you write moments in a perfect chaste and soulful way where its not just physical
I’ll even take it in the form of a screenshot of the shortest draft ever written on your notes app and sell you my soul in return (or whatever’s left of it after aoioy) 😭
Beca's voice is soft when it finds her. "A little late for a swim."
Chloe opens her eyes. She isn't sure how long she's been sitting here in the dark yard, on the edge of the pool with her feet slowly dragging through the cool water. The LEDs are off and the kitchen behind Beca is still dark, the rest of the girls retired to bed long before Chloe wandered out here.
There's only the moonlight to see by, cresting on the little ripples around her legs and painting Beca's face in silver and shadow.
She's standing a few feet away, hands tucked into her pockets, barefoot with her pants legs already rolled up. Like she already knew Chloe would ask her to join her and she'd already decided to say yes.
Chloe can almost see it: Beca coming home, letting herself in quietly. Spotting Chloe outside and chuckling to herself as she kicked off her shoes. Or maybe she'd headed upstairs and not found Chloe in bed and came looking for her. The thought lands warm and fluttering in Chloe's chest. And beside it, another thought she can't stop having.
I love you. I think I've always loved you.
Chloe takes a deep breath around her pounding heart. "Never too late for a swim, Becs. Come closer, I'll prove it."
"No, thank you. I," she sits down on the edge of the pool, just out of reach, "don't trust you."
She gasps, playing up offended because she knows it will make Beca laugh. "I am TOTES trustworthy!"
Beca hums non-committally, feet plopping into the water. Her ripples collide with Chloe's breaking in tiny splashes of moonlight.
Chloe huffs playfully, scooting closer. Beca, despite eyeing her cautiously, does the same. There's only a foot of space between them now and Chloe wants to reach across it. Run her fingers across Beca's side, tap beats into her thigh. Idly play with the rolled cuffs just below her knees. Anything that brings her close, keeps her there.
I love you. I think I've always loved you.
Beca is the one that reaches. The back of her fingers drag softly down Chloe's side, her rings catching bits of light as her hand turns and her palm smooths down Chloe's thigh.
Chloe wants to combust, to sing, to scream. And she wants to stay utterly still in this moonlit moment forever.
"How are you feeling?" Beca's hand comes to rest a few inches above Chloe's knee. The same spot Beca holds when she drives.
"Good. Tired." Chloe shrugs and closes the gap between them so she can drop her cheek onto Beca's shoulder. She wraps her fingers loosely around Beca's wrist to keep her hand in place. "But not sleepy. I just wanted to get some fresh air for a bit. What about you?"
"Same," Beca says. Chloe can feel her unoccupied shoulder shrug. "But when I headed upstairs, you weren't in bed."
So Beca did come looking for her. Chloe can't resist turning her head to press a lingering kiss against Beca's shoulder.
I love you. I think I've always loved you.
"We can go to bed now, if you want," Chloe whispers against the place she's just kissed.
Beca turns her head so her cheek brushes against Chloe's hair. "Nah. I'm good here a while longer."
So they stay exactly as they are. Chloe half-wrapped around Beca's arm, Beca warm and relaxed under her lips. The ripples in the pool flickering and fading around their legs.
Somewhere in the distance, a car door shuts. There's a faint hum of sleepy voices and then quiet again, but Beca stirs. Chloe can hear it in the way her breathing changes that Beca had been on her way to dozing and the sound has roused her. She bumps her chin lightly against Chloe's head. "Alright. You ready for sleep yet, Beale?"
"Not really," Chloe says honestly, but she leans away, letting Beca stretch lazily.
"Mm. Do you want to make you some tea? That mango one helps you sleep, right?" Beca pats her thigh, dark eyes tracing over Chloe's face.
She means to say yes. To say that sounds nice and thank you.
Instead, she says, "I love you."
Beca smiles, automatic, but then there's a blink. A moment that anyone else would have missed in the dark, but Chloe knows Beca's face better than anyone. Faint moonlight is more than enough for Chloe to see the way Beca's attention sharpens. And she knows that Beca heard it, heard the tone that says she doesn't mean it the way she usually means it. Not in the casual way you say it to friends or family. But in the way you can only say it to someone you long to see at the end of every day, in the light of every morning.
"I think I've always loved you." Chloe continues. The nerves she'd felt earlier, when she thought about telling Beca, are gone.
When Beca kisses her, it doesn't feel shocking or strange at all.
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