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“Ugh, finally,” Beca said. She pulled her door closed with a flourish and leaned against it for a moment. Watching her, smile gracing her features, was her girlfriend Aubrey.
“Beca, they’re our friends,” Aubrey said. “They just want to hang out with us.” They’d been out to lunch and then hung around downstairs for some drinks before escaping up to Beca’s room.
“I know,” Beca said. “And I love them. But I haven’t seen you in like a month and I’ve missed you and I don’t think I can bear to have my hands off you for much longer. I may actually prove the existence of human spontaneous combustion.” Aubrey had been coming to visit the Bellas every weekend of Beca’s senior year - partly to hang out with the girls, but also to spend time with Beca. It was a lot of fun when they all got together and Amy even volunteered to give them privacy when Aubrey was in town and crashed with Bumper instead.
The two of them had gotten together right before summer break of Beca’s junior year, much to the delight of their friends. It was a surprisingly easy relationship, the two of them just happy to be together whenever they could. But now that Beca was establishing herself at the studio, her boss often had her away on weekends, which was what had happened now for four consecutive weeks. Aubrey still came up to visit, still crashed in Beca’s bed, but it wasn’t quite the same when Beca wasn’t in it.
“Then you should come over here and put your hands on me,” Aubrey said. “Because I missed you too.” Beca walked over to where Aubrey was perched on her bed and settled astride her lap, knees settling into the mattress either side of her.
The first kiss was soft and sweet. It always was when they were together after being apart for weeks. The next one, however, had a little more fire and a whole lot more tongue. Aubrey’s hands haphazardly tangled into the soft cotton of Beca’s tee shirt as she leaned just far enough backwards that Beca had to chase her into the next kiss.
“You missed me, huh?” Beca asked as she pulled back. She let one hand tangle with her girlfriends. “How much?”
“Well, about a week ago was the worst,” Aubrey said. “You FaceTimed me after you’d been out to dinner with your colleagues and, your hair just a bit rumpled and stuff. And I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed but when you start to get a bit tired your voice gets a bit husky and it sounds super hot.”
“You think I’m hot when I’m tired and grumpy?”
“Well, honestly you’re hot all the time,” Aubrey clarified. “But I wanted to be with you so I could make you feel better.” Aubrey’s free hand slid into the back of Beca’s shirt and stroked across her lower back. Beca leaned in and kissed her again, letting her weight cause them both to fall down onto the bed. Her body settled on Aubrey’s and she let her arms rest either side of her head as she spoke.
“You know even when I’m away, just seeing you on my phone screen is enough,” Beca said. “But it’s definitely not as good as seeing you like this.”
“I love you,” Aubrey said.
“I love you, too,” Beca said.
“Now, I believe there was talk about you putting your hands on me,” Aubrey said teasingly, pulling Beca into her body and kissing her hard. Their bodies settled into place together as they kissed, pressed as close as they could possibly be while still wearing clothes.
Clothes were shed hastily as they sought to relieve a months worth of tension, the two of them frantically investing themselves in pleasing the other a few times over before they slumped into the bed.
“Maybe next time I have to go away for a weekend you could come with me,” Beca said, nuzzling into Aubrey’s sex-tousled hair lightly. “They always put me up in pretty nice places. But I’d also feel bad coz I’d be at work all day on the Saturday.”
“I can entertain myself for a day,” Aubrey said. “Then when you were done we wouldn’t have to worry about the rest of the Bellas. So yeah, if your bosses are cool with that, then I definitely want to come with you.”
“Awesome,” Beca said. She pulled Aubrey’s face toward her and kissed her deeply. Aubrey let out a hum and as Beca tried to pull away she pulled her in closer. Beca smiled against her lips as she let the next kiss get deeper and longer. She could vaguely hear someone’s phone buzzing.
“Someone’s vibrating,” Beca said as she kissed her again. Aubrey rolled over on top of her and let her eyes wander over Beca’s body in a manner that clearly indicated she was nowhere near done for the night.
“I very much don’t care,” she said. “About anything except you and me right here, right now.” She began to kiss her way down Beca’s body, stopping again at her breasts to tease her nipples with soft teeth and tongue.
“Oh god, me neither,” Beca said, hands grabbing onto the sheets of her bed as Aubrey continued. The phone vibrating on the dresser was steadfastly ignored as Aubrey descended lower and lower, setting about making her forget her own name.
It wasn’t out of the ordinary for the two of them to spend the entire afternoon locked away when Aubrey came to stay. Enhanced further, this time, by the fact that Beca’s schedule had set them apart for so long. The girls just let them at it and they normally resurfaced around dinner time.
It was probably their extended separation that was to blame for their bed session going much longer than normal that day. Neither girl needed much encouragement to get in the mood, that was for sure, but today was like something else. They hadn’t even managed to break for water yet, but Beca was now kneeling between Aubrey’s legs, mouth working overtime as Aubrey bucked against the bed, grasping Beca’s wrist with one hand.
The knock at the door would have been something they ordinarily would have heard. It went unnoticed though, because Beca’s mind was only focused on her girlfriend’s body beneath her, and Aubrey wasn’t exactly capable of coherent thought.
The thunk of the door swinging open and hitting the wall only registered with them in enough time for someone to say “Oh my god! Sorry!” and snap them out of it.
“Holy fuck!” Beca exclaimed, sitting upright. Every single Bella was standing in her doorway getting a prime view of the two of them mid coitus.
“Daaamn,” came Stacie’s voice. “You guys have been going at it all afternoon?” Beca looked down at Aubrey, who was red in the face from a mixture of embarrassment and being left so close to climax with no finish.
“Can you guys please fuck off?” Beca said. She tugged the bedsheet up to at least cover them up a little.
“We texted and called like five times,” Flo said.
“We wanted to know if you guys wanted to come for dinner,” Amy said. “Pun completely intended.”
“But we’ll leave,” Chloe said. “We’ll be back later.” She shooed the girls out and slammed the door closed. Beca dropped down next to Aubrey and kissed her softly.
“Well that moment is truly ruined,” Aubrey said.
“You okay?” Beca asked.
“Kind of want the earth to open up and swallow me whole,” Aubrey said. “And my body is screaming at me.”
“Want me to keep going?”
“No, I’m okay,” Aubrey said. “You?”
“I’m going to have to hear about this every day for the rest of the year,” Beca said. “And I’m also putting a lock on this door.” They lay there for a few moments, hearing the commotion of the girls all heading out for dinner. Once it was silent, Beca sat up.
“I don’t know about you but I definitely need water,” Beca said. Aubrey nodded and they both put on underwear and t-shirts before heading downstairs. Beca grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and handed one to Aubrey. There was a note on the counter along with some money.
[Sorry we interrupted! We ordered dinner in for you guys, should be about half hour. We’ll be home late.]
“So, dinner,” Beca said. “Then maybe a hot bath.”
“Sounds perfect,” Aubrey said. Their food arrived a short while later and they ate cuddled up on the couch. The Bellas had ordered them in Chinese food and went with their favourite dishes. It was nice to be alone and not have to be squirrelled away in a bedroom, so they took their time. When they had finished, they headed into the bathroom closest to Beca and Amy’s bedroom, ran a hot bath and locked the door. They settled in the tub, Aubrey cradling Beca’s smaller frame in her arms.
“Hey Beca?” Aubrey asked.
“Mmm?”
“I know you said next time you go out of town for work on a weekend you want me to come,” Aubrey said, “But maybe every now and then we could try and go away.”
“Want me to come to the lodge?”
“Ew, no,” Aubrey said. “But like... even if we just go into Atlanta and get a hotel. If the girls start asking questions, we could always just say you’re going for work otherwise they’d probably invite themselves.”
“I think that sounds like a great idea.” Aubrey kissed along her shoulder softly and they relaxed in the tub until the water temperature dropped too much to stay put. Aubrey looked tired so Beca suggested just crawling back into bed for the night. Beca hastily changed the sheets on her bed while Aubrey picked some music out and set it playing softly.
They were tangled together and getting drowsy in the dark of the room when they heard the door reopen and what sounded like drunk Bellas returning. Beca sat bolt upright.
“What’s wrong?” Aubrey asked, concerned.
“Nothing,” Beca said. She got up and tugged on the end of her desk so that it covered over part of the door.
“Planning on a little more action tonight, are we?” Aubrey asked with a grin as Beca got back into bed.
“Honestly? Not tonight, since we’re both exhausted,” Beca said. “Can’t speak for the morning, though. And I definitely don’t want us to be interrupted again.”
Aubrey nodded and pulled Beca in for one more kiss before she curled up back against her shoulder, the two of them falling asleep to the music playing softly in the room.
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Day One - Secret Relationship
It started as an accident. Too much alcohol, too much tension. The girls had all consumed way too much in terms of booze, and they were all making a racket somewhere in the house. Aubrey had spotted Beca slinking off down the hall and gone after her, planning on dragging her back to the group - this was a bonding session after all. But Beca had sighed and argued back and said she needed a moment for her sanity because she was not cut from the same cloth as the rest of them.
Aubrey had seized that moment and said that she knew Beca wasn’t Bella material, knew it from the second they’d met. But before she got any further, Beca had her face in her hands and was kissing her hard. Aubrey’s brain faltered for half a step until she pushed back, driving the smaller girl against the wall and went about devouring her in return.
Beca was small, slightly cool despite the warmth in the house, and for some reason she didn’t taste like vodka mixers or cask wine. But the small hands on her face, in her hair, on her waist, they were steady and firm and they let it carry on for a while. When Beca finally pushed Aubrey back a fraction, they stared at each other, panting.
“You gotta let me get some air here,” Beca said. “I’m like... not an extrovert. These girls, I love them. But I have to breathe.” Aubrey only nodded.
“Are you - we? Okay?” she managed. Her hands moved to smooth out her skirt.
“Yes,” Beca said. “Both counts, yes. I just need to - well.” Aubrey let her go. She didn’t know what to make of what had just happened.
It developed into a routine. They’d get together - sometimes just the Bellas, sometimes all the acapella groups - and at some point late in the night when alcohol had eradicated most of the sensibilities of the other girls, Beca would disappear and Aubrey would follow. A stolen few moments kissing fiercely in a dark and out of the way corner, before Beca would sneak away under the pretence of clearing her head.
Aubrey pretended that it didn’t bother her, but the longer it went on, the harder it got. Beca never looked at her or spoke to her in a way that would indicate what was going on to anyone else. And it made her wonder just what Beca was playing at. Whether she saw Aubrey as just a plaything or as something else. She decided she was going to force her to have a conversation about it. It didn’t take long for an opportunity to present itself – the girls had all been out together one day, and she and Beca had stolen away into a quiet corner of campus on the walk back, the other girls planning some other activity for the afternoon. They’d spent a few minutes kissing each other fiercely before Aubrey remembered she wanted to talk to her about this.
“We need to talk,” Aubrey said.
“No talking. Kissing.” Beca leaned in again.
“Is this just some dirty little secret to you?” Aubrey asked. “I’m just something you can keep to yourself and never admit to? You just kiss me and then you run.” The smaller girl realised she was serious.
“Wait. No, it’s not like that,” Beca said. “I mean it, Aubrey. Look, why don’t you just come with me?”
“Come where?” Aubrey asked. Beca just held out her hand, so she took it and they headed out of the shadowed quad they’d been in. She realised Beca wasn’t letting go any time soon, and let her fingers curl into Beca’s as they headed across campus, walking together in the afternoon sun.
“They’re all very, very extroverted,” Beca said as they headed past the languages building. “Don’t get me wrong, I love being a part of the group and everything. But it is a huge effort for someone like me to even attempt to keep up with you all. After one of our get togethers it can take a good few days for me to feel like myself again.”
“It’s that exhausting?”
“It’s easier if I leave like this,” Beca said. “If I make some kind of move that lets everyone know I’m thinking about bailing it turns into one more drink or no not yet, all of that. And I hate disappointing you all so I’d stay and then I’d need to spend even more time trying to recharge.”
“You really are that introverted?” Aubrey asked.
“Extremely,” Beca said. “I’ve chosen a campus job that has me locked in a radio station away from people. My major requires no group work at all. I don’t share about myself often and when I do, it isn’t much. I’m not good at talking about things.” They walked on and Aubrey realised she was headed toward Baker Hall.
“Don’t you want to be a performer though?” Aubrey asked.
“No,” Beca said. “Producer. Behind the scenes, not up in lights.” They continued on in silence for a few moments more.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“I kissed you because I wanted to,” Beca said, pre-empting the question. “Because you’re smart and you’re beautiful and because - as previously mentioned - I’m bad at talking about things and it’s easier to do rather than say.”
“But why have we not talked about this?” Aubrey said. Beca held open the door and raised her eyebrows at the question.
“Well, I just explained why I haven’t instigated a conversation,” she said. “As to why you’ve never brought it up, I wouldn’t presume to know.” That silenced Aubrey for a moment. Beca had a point. She was an equal participant in their entanglements and there was no reason for her to assume that Beca should be the first to begin talking about things. They headed up the stairs.
“I just don’t know what to make of it,” Aubrey said. “I mean, obviously I’m enjoying it, but I do want to know what exactly it means. What I mean to you.” Beca stopped at a door and turned to face Aubrey. She put one hand lightly on Aubrey’s chest, high up near her collarbone, using it to steady herself as she leaned up a little and kissed her. This time it was soft and light, and it didn’t last long.
“It means you should come in,” Beca said, unlocking the door. “If you want.” Aubrey followed her in and Beca hit the lights, dropping her bag on the cluttered but not drastically untidy desk.
“Where’s your roommate?” Aubrey asked. Beca shrugged.
“She’s rarely here on weekends,” Beca said. “It’s good though. Gives me space.” She tugged out her phone and music began playing from a speaker next to her bed. She kicked her shoes off, so Aubrey did the same with her sandals
and shrugged her jacket off, hanging it over the back of the chair.
“So what do you want it to mean?” Beca asked. She was bent in front of a small bar fridge and came out with two bottles of water, offering one to Aubrey. “I’m assuming you’re not the type of girl who does meaningless.” They sat on the bed and got comfortable.
“No, I don’t,” Aubrey said. “I’m not one of these girls who can have things mean nothing. The first time you kissed me, I didn’t think much of it, but the more it’s happened, the more I realise it does mean something to me.”
“And it does to me, too,” Beca said. “It actually means a lot to me. But if we’re going to like, date, then I really need to make sure you understand this solitude thing. Because the group can be tiring, but I do want to spend time with you. As much as I can, honestly. But at times, for example if I’ve had a bad day, then yeah, I might need a couple hours to recuperate.”
“You regenerate best on your own,” Aubrey summarised. “Got it. Though if we’re dating now – and that’s what I want – and you do need to be alone, can you at least just let me know so I don’t worry?”
“I could like, probably text you an exploding head emoji dude,” Beca said, tracing hair back out of Aubrey’s face and tucking it behind her ear.
“Then dating it is,” Aubrey said. Beca was starting to lean in. “But let’s not tell the group right away. They’re just going to get straight up in our faces and even I don’t want to deal with that, so I can only imagine how much the thought of it unsettles you.”
“Who knows, the clandestine thing might even be kind of fun for a while,” Beca said. She was so close to Aubrey’s lips, but still not touching her. “I mean, it was always kind of hot just making out like crazy knowing that at any second someone could catch us.”
“Anyone gonna catch us here?” Aubrey asked. Beca shook her head almost imperceptibly, and it was enough for Aubrey to close the tiny gap between them. She let the kiss start softly, but something about this moment felt a little more heated than their darkened corner encounters. Beca’s tongue pushed out and licked against her lower lip, and she parted her lips. Every time they were kissing and their tongues touched for the first time, she got a headrush and a shudder made its way down her spine. Today was no different, but today she didn’t have to worry that someone would hear the moan it brought. Beca pulled back a little.
“That noise is always so hot,” she said. “Every time - it just kills me a little.” Aubrey just pushed against her shoulders until she was hovering over Beca on the bed. She could see Beca’s pupils widening and watched her teeth bite down on her lip.
“This is okay?” Aubrey asked first.
“Of course it is,” Beca said. “Welcomed, even.”
They got pretty entangled on the bed, hands and mouths eagerly going about claiming as much of the other as possible. Beca loved the way Aubrey kissed her, loved the way her lips traced over her neck, her jaw. It made her a little dizzy, in the most pleasant way. Her arms were up in Aubrey’s shirt before she realised what she was doing, nails dragging down her back when she caught herself.
“Can we start to cool it a bit?” Beca said. “I’m not in a hurry. I mean, damn you’re hot and all… but we haven’t even been out on a date. I at least like to do that a few times before we start getting around to sex.” Aubrey kissed her once more, but rolled off to the side. Beca’s hand immediately found hers and their fingers tangled together.
“So can we go out tonight?” Aubrey asked. “Chloe is off doing something with Stacie and I don’t really have any plans.”
“I’m down for dinner or something,” Beca said. “But ideally this right here would be nap time.”
“Oh, let me leave then,” Aubrey said. She shifted so she could get up, only to find herself being tugged back down.
“You could stay,” Beca said. “Just an hour or so, then we can head out.”
“You want to nap with me?” Aubrey said. “How do you know I don’t snore?”
“I don’t,” Beca said. “But you smell good and I like the way your arm feels right here over my body.”
“How am I supposed to argue with that?” Aubrey said. She slid her feet into a tangle with Beca’s and let herself relax into the pillow. She drifted off to the feeling of Beca’s fingers stroking against her wrist.
They managed to keep it quiet for quite a lot longer than either of them anticipated. Beca had confided in Stacie and Chloe about her tendency to hibernate after social activities and they’d accepted it. Aubrey simply explained to the group that she, as a double major, had a lot of study to do. It wasn’t untrue. In fact, it was pretty common for Aubrey to hide out in Beca’s room to study while Beca worked on music. But they were happy together.
They managed to avoid being spotted on dates by simply going further away from campus. They often drove over an hour to just eat dinner together, to kiss each other on street corners without any concern that someone would see them. And Beca’s roommate really was very rarely in the room, which meant when they did start sleeping together there was no danger of being caught by Chloe.
“Do you think it’s time we told them?” Beca asked quietly. They were walking back toward the car after dinner, hands tangled lightly. “It’s been almost three months.”
“If you’re ready,” Aubrey said. “Then sure. I don’t mind waiting if you need a little more time, but if you’re ready, then I’m ready.” She didn’t speak again, seeing that Beca’s brow was furrowed in thought and knowing she just needed a moment.
“I think we should tell them,” she eventually said. “They are our friends and I feel like they’d be happy for us. I know it hasn’t been easy for you, keeping it from Chloe especially. So when we get back, let’s go find her.”
“Okay,” Aubrey said, squeezing her hand softly. “We’ll start with Chloe.”
She texted her roommate as Beca drove back, just to check and make sure that she was in their room and that she was alone. She received confirmation of both of those, so when they got back they headed straight there. Aubrey headed in first.
“Beca?” Chloe said. “Hi. Sorry, didn’t expect to see you here as well.”
“That’s why we wanted to make sure you were here on your own,” Aubrey explained. “We have a confession to make.” Chloe’s eyes widened as she suddenly realised what was happening.
“You guys are together!?” she exclaimed. “Oh my lord. This is… unexpected. But still good, don’t get me wrong.”
“It’s been a lot longer than you think,” Aubrey said. “We’ve been kind of hooking up a bit since the start of the year, but the dating thing, that’s been official for about three months now.”
“Wow.”
“We wanted you to know first,” Beca said. “I know Bree doesn’t like keeping stuff from you, but she didn’t want to hurry me into having to explain it over and over to everyone.”
“Oh yeah,” Chloe said. “How are you going to go with that?”
“Don’t know to be honest,” Beca said. “It might help if you try to tell them to keep their shit calm for a while? Because Bree’s like, really important to me. I don’t want to be overwhelmed.”
“Well, I just want you guys to be happy,” Chloe said. “So whatever you need me to do to help you, I’m in.”
“Thanks,” Beca said. “I should go, though, I have some homework calling my name.” She got up and Aubrey came out into the hall with her.
“Thanks for dinner,” Aubrey said. “Do you want to try to get together for coffee before first class tomorrow?” Beca nodded slowly, and for a moment Aubrey thought something was wrong. But Beca looked up into her eyes and with nothing but total sincerity, she said it.
“I love you.” It was quiet and gentle, but Aubrey could tell that she meant it.
“I love you, too,” she replied, leaning in to kiss her.
“Whoa, what the hell?” came an interruption. They pulled back and saw Stacie was coming up the hall, and that she’d clearly seen them. “What’s this?”
“You go,” Aubrey said. “I’ll handle this.” She planted a soft kiss on her cheek, and Beca escaped down the hallway.
“Chloe here?” Stacie asked. “Also, what the hell?”
“May as well come in,” Aubrey said. “She’s here, and I can explain.” She opened the door for Stacie and followed her in to start explaining all over again.
