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Waking up in Vegas with an unexpected wedding ring on your finger? Generally not a good thing. This time, though... Maybe not a bad thing, either.

[massivedrickhead]

how long does it last? (2/2)

I wrote a part two...

Words: 2589

Trigger warning(s): Grief/mourning

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Beca and Aubrey drove to Beca’s Mom’s house the night before the funeral.

Beca was quiet during the drive. Aubrey made a few attempts at conversation, but when she could tell Beca wasn’t in the mood, she let it drop.

She answered work emails while Beca drove, and the radio played quietly in the background.

“Have you ever been to a funeral before?” Beca asked, about an hour into their journey.

“Yeah, once,” Aubrey said, looking up from her phone. “My Grandmother died during my first year at Barden.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” Beca said, glancing across the car at her.

“Will this be your first one?” Aubrey asked. Beca nodded, eyes back on the road.

“I, um, I don’t know what to expect,” Beca said. “I’m kinda nervous.”

“Well, I guess each one is different, but for my Grandmother we had music playing as my father, uncle, and brothers carried the coffin in. Then the minister spoke about her life and then my father got up and said a few words, and then my uncle did. The minister read out a poem, and then they played more music while they carried the coffin back out so she could be buried. Your Grandfather is getting cremated, right?”

“Yeah,” Beca said, clearing her throat. “Apparently he was pretty specific about it before he died.”

Aubrey nodded. “It’s okay to feel nervous, it’s a tough day.”

“I still can’t believe it’s real,” Beca said, quickly wiping her eyes. “Do you think it’ll help? The funeral?”

“I don’t know,” Aubrey said. “I wish I had answers for you, Beca, but everyone’s different.”

“Did it help you?”

“It… No. Not really,” Aubrey said. “It’s like… there’s a stretch of time, between their death and the funeral, where nothing is normal. It’s like you’re in limbo. You have that date fixed in your head. You tell yourself, ‘I just need to make it through the funeral’. Like… Like once you get through the funeral, you’ll be able to move on. You’ll be able to move forward. And maybe for some people it works. Some people get closure from them, I suppose. It makes it seem real for them. But for me, I think I felt worse after the funeral. I think, maybe because I was expecting to feel better, that it sort of hit me harder. And there wasn’t anything to work towards anymore. There weren’t any arrangements to make, it was all just… done. And she was still gone.” Aubrey cleared her throat, the memory of those months of grieving coming back to her. “Sorry,” she said. “I feel like that wasn’t the answer you were hoping for.”

“No,” Beca said, “maybe not. But it’s the truth, and I’d rather be prepared. And thank you for coming with me, it really means a lot.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” Aubrey said. “I want to be there for you.” She reached across the car and briefly squeezed Beca’s arm.

The rest of the drive passed quickly, and soon they were pulling up outside Beca’s Mom’s house.

By the time Beca parked the car and they were grabbing their bags from the trunk. Beca’s Mom was already hurrying out to greet them.

“Hi baby,” she said, wrapping Beca in a tight hug.

“Hi Mom,” Beca said, closing her eyes as she hugged her back, dropping her bag to the ground. “How are you?”

“Oh, you know, I’m alright,” she said. She ended the hug and put her hands on Beca’s cheeks. “How are you, though? Are you eating?” She looked at Aubrey. “Is she eating?”

Aubrey smiled. “She is, I’m making sure of it.”

She looked back at Beca before kissing her on the forehead and dropping her hands.

“You remember Aubrey, right Mom?” Beca said, picking up her bag from the floor.

“Of course,” she said, greeting Aubrey with a hug. “Thank you for coming. And thank you for the flowers, they were beautiful.”

“No problem Ms Sullivan,” Aubrey said. “Thank you for having me.”

“Call me Andie,” she said, squeezing her on the arm. “Come in, it’s freezing out here.”

Beca turned around to look at Aubrey as they walked in.

“You got my Mom flowers?” Beca asked.

Aubrey nodded. “And your Grandma. I got all the Bellas to chip in.”

“That’s… that’s really thoughtful,” Beca said. “Thank you.”

They dumped their bags in Beca’s room, and Aubrey took a moment to look around, smiling at the photographs and posters and concert tickets stuck to the wall.

“My Mom hasn’t changed it since I left,” Beca said, watching Aubrey take everything in.

“It's exactly how I pictured teenage Beca Mitchell’s room,” Aubrey said.

Beca rolled her eyes but smiled, sitting down on her bed.

“Doing okay?” Aubrey asked, taking a seat beside her.

Beca nodded. “I just wanna take a minute before we go down, if that’s okay?”

“Of course,” Aubrey said. “Whatever you need.”

They sat in the quiet for a little bit, before Beca let out a sigh and stood up.

Wordlessly, Aubrey also stood and followed her out of the room, and down into the kitchen where Beca’s Mom and Grandma were.

Beca’s Grandma stood as soon as Beca walked into the room and she hurried over to hug her.

“Hello my girl,” she said, planting a kiss on each cheek. “You’re too thin, are you eating?”

Beca laughed. “Hi Grams,” she said. “Yes, I’m eating. Are you?”

Beca’s Grandma waved a dismissive hand at her.

“No,” Beca’s Mom said, “she isn’t.”

“I’ll eat later,” she said, moving to greet Aubrey. “Thank you for coming, and thank you for the flowers.”

“Thank you for letting me come,” Aubrey said.

“Of course,” she said. “George loved you Bellas. We came to see you perform, remember?” She asked, turning to Beca. “When you won the competition thing?”

“The ICCAs,” Beca said, smiling at the memory. “I remember.”

She remembered the way her Grandfather had beamed with pride when she went to hug him after the show. How he had told everyone after that his granddaughter had the voice of an angel.

She remembered going to visit a few weeks later, and had been puzzled to hear him humming the medley they’d sang as he pottered around the kitchen.

“Oh, he’s been watching the video your Mom took on her phone. He’s always watching it,” her grandmother had said.

Beca tried to swallow the lump in her throat, but tears were in her eyes before she could stop them.

She quickly wiped at them with her sleeve, hoping no one else had seen. When she felt Aubrey’s hand slip into hers and squeeze, she knew at least one person had.

After they all ate dinner and watched some TV, Beca and Aubrey headed up to bed.

“You’re both in the same room, I hope that’s okay?” Beca’s Mom said, following them up with extra pillows and blankets in her arms. “Your Grandma has been staying in the spare room.”

“Yeah it’s fine Mom,” Beca said. “It’s only for two nights.”

“I’m used to her snoring by now anyway,” Aubrey said.

“Cool, thank you for that,” Beca said, while her Mom laughed.

Her Mom dropped the blankets and pillows onto the camp bed that had been set up for Aubrey, and kissed Beca on the cheek, and they all said their good nights.

“I can sleep on that, if you want?” Beca said, nodding towards the camp bed. “You’re the guest, and you gave up your weekend for this.”

“I’m not kicking you out of your own bed the night before your Grandfather’s funeral, Bec,” Aubrey said. “I’ll be fine.”

Beca nodded, sitting down on her bed and rubbing her eyes. She let her head fall into her hands before she ran them through her hair and rested them on the back of her neck.

“What do you need?” Aubrey asked, sitting beside her.

“I don’t know,” Beca said. “I just… I want it to be done. I want the hard bit to be done.”

“I know you do,” Aubrey said, putting her arm around Beca’s shoulder. “But you can’t rush it.” She squeezed Beca into a side hug before she removed her arm. “Come on, let’s get ready for bed.”

She stood and held out her hand for Beca to take.

She pulled her up, and the pair got themselves sorted for bed, before hanging up their funeral outfits on the back of Beca’s door.

Beca climbed into bed, and she didn’t even have to ask Aubrey to come and lie with her. One look was all it took, and Aubrey slotted herself behind Beca and wrapped an arm around her waist.

“I’ll move when you fall asleep,” she said, stroking through her hair and scratching the back of her head. “It’s not really big enough for both of us, and you need a good sleep tonight.”

“‘Kay,” Beca mumbled, closing her eyes. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to keep thanking me,” Aubrey said. “I’m glad I’m here with you.”

It didn’t take long for Beca to drop off, and Aubrey was able to extract herself without waking her up.

She switched out the light, climbed into bed, and willed herself to fall asleep.

She was nervous about the next day. She knew it was going to be hard on Beca, and she hated seeing her in so much pain.

She wished she could take it away from her.

She finally fell asleep a few hours before dawn, and was woken up by Beca’s phone alarm not long after.

The day passed in a blur.

They dressed in relative silence.

Aubrey in a simple black dress, and Beca in a smart black suit. Her hands shook as she zipped up the back of Aubrey’s dress, and the blonde had taken hold of both hands and squeezed.

“It’s okay,” she said, softly.

“I feel sick.”

“I know. But you’ll be okay.”

They’d ridden from Beca’s Mom’s house to the crematorium in a funeral car that followed the hearse, and Beca had been touched how many people had stopped what they were doing to offer a solemn nod of respect as they drove past.

Aubrey had offered to drive up and meet them there, but Beca’s Mom wouldn’t hear it.

Aubrey didn’t want to seem like she was intruding, riding with them in the car that was just meant to be for family, but Andie had insisted there was plenty of room, and that she was Beca’s family, which meant she was their family too.

Aubrey knew she meant it in the sense that the Bellas were their own family, but something seemed to lodge in her chest at the thought of just her being a part of Beca’s family.

“Please,” Beca had said, when Aubrey still seemed reluctant. “For me?”

Aubrey couldn’t say no to that, so she sat beside her in the car, Beca’s Mom, Grandma, and uncle sitting in the row ahead of them. Beca’s Mom’s partner met them there.

The service was short and simple but nice.

The minister spoke about George Sullivan’s life before he met his wife. How much he loved his children, and of the special relationship he had with his only grandchild.

Beca had cried through the whole thing, clinging tightly to Aubrey’s hand like she was her lifeline.

Aubrey had simply remained strong and steady throughout, squeezing Beca’s hand during every painful sob.

When they all stood to watch the coffin disappear behind the curtain, Beca thought she was going to pass out. She felt sick and panicked, and she couldn’t quite catch her breath.

“It’s okay,” Aubrey had whispered to her. “You’re okay.”

Her grip on Aubrey’s hand was almost painful, and she was relieved when they were allowed to sit down again.

After the service, they went back to Beca’s Mom’s for the wake, and by the time the last guest had left, Beca was truly exhausted. She didn’t know how her Mom and Grandma had lasted this long.

She was also a little drunk, which hadn’t helped.

She had been falling asleep on the sofa when her Mom sent her up to bed.

She kissed her Mom and Grandma goodnight, and trudged up the stairs, Aubrey following with a steadying hand on her back.

“How are you feeling?” Aubrey asked, helping her change for bed.

“Shitty,” Beca said.

“Yeah, I figured,” she said. “Can you unzip me?”

Beca nodded, and Aubrey sat on the bed, her back to her.

“You know, my uncle asked if you were my girlfriend,” Beca said, sliding the zipper down Aubrey’s dress.

“Oh,” Aubrey said, feeling that feeling in her chest again. “What did you say?”

“I said… Not yet,” Beca said, lightly touching Aubrey’s back before letting go of the zipper.

“Not yet?”

Beca felt herself blush. “I, um, sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I drank too much.”

Aubrey turned, one hand keeping her dress up, the other reaching for Beca’s hand.

“You must have brought it up for a reason,” Aubrey said. “There must be something you want to say.”

“Get changed first,” Beca said. “Feels weird to be saying this when you’re all,” she gestured to Aubrey’s half dressed state, “like that.”

“Okay,” Aubrey said, giving her hand a squeeze before changing into pyjamas.

Once she was done she sat on the bed beside Beca.

Beca cleared her throat. “You’ve, um, you’ve been really amazing throughout this whole thing, Aubrey. And, um, I guess it’s made me sort of see you in a different way? Like, don’t get me wrong, I’ve always thought you were super hot.” Aubrey let out a snort of laughter.

“Thank you,” she said. “Go on.”

“But I never really thought about all the other amazing qualities you have. Like you’re so… dedicated. You’re so patient, and… and you’re kind but you’re not like…” she trailed off, trying to find the words. “You’re strong. You’re tough. You… When you came over the other week, you could have just let me eat pizza and drink beer and… wallow. But you didn’t. You were firm with me, even though it would have been easier to just let me carry on as I was. You’re… I like you, Aubrey.”

Aubrey smiled, and reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Her thumb brushed away a tear from her cheek, and Beca found herself leaning in.

Aubrey pressed one gentle, delicate, kiss against her lips, before she pulled back.

“I’ve liked you for a very long time, Beca,” she said. “And in a few days, I’m going to take you on a date. And you’re going to say all those lovely things to me again. And I’m going to say a lot of lovely things about you. And then, if you want, we can try that kiss again.”

Beca swallowed, and nodded.

“Just not tonight, Bec, okay? Today has been really long, and really emotional, and you’re not exactly sober. I’m not going to take advantage while you’re in this state. But trust me, I feel all the same things about you.”

“Okay,” Beca said, sniffing. “Okay, that… that all makes sense. Thank you.”

“I told you, you don’t need to keep thanking me.”

Beca smiled and lay down, tugging Aubrey’s hand so she’d lie down with her.

“Just for a bit,” Beca said.

“Okay,” Aubrey replied, arm wrapping around her middle as it so often did these days. She pressed her lips against Beca’s shoulder, and closed her eyes. “Just for a bit.”

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HAVEN’T YOU HEARD WHAT BECOMES OF CURIOUS MINDS? (1/1)

RATING: T. PAIRING: Bechloe. WORDS: 9,760. SUMMARY: Aubrey figures out exactly who Beca has a toner for. Beca really isn't sure whether it's a good or bad thing. Maybe someone even gets a little jealous. NOTES: On behalf of @ppfandomdrive, here is a gift for anonymous. You are so very appreciated, and I hope this covers your prompt! PROMPT: “Bechloe + Aubrey on Beca's side for once”

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[becasbelt]

stutter my flow (train of thought just departed)

Summary: In which Beca claims that she can handle her first rehearsal as captain of the Bellas, but decidedly cannot.

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“Okay, so you’re good with laying out the schedule for the year if I handle the opening introductions?”

“Yes, Chloe.”

“And you’re okay with assigning parts and deciding who should solo?”

“Yes, Chloe.”

“And you’re all set to-”

“Chloe,” Beca cuts off Chloe’s last minute check-ins with a chuckle and a hand on her arm. “I promise that everything is going to be alright in there. This isn’t exactly my first time being in charge of a group of people,” she adds on with a smirk.

It was the first Bellas rehearsal of the new school year, the first step in their path to claiming the National title for the second year in a row. Their group was essentially the same from last year, aside from the fact that they’d lost Aubrey due to her graduating and all that.

Unfortunately, Chloe was not able to move on to the real world with her friend, instead staying behind another year in order to pass all of her classes this time around.

Despite her constant ramblings during her and Beca’s journey to their rehearsal space, Chloe isn’t necessarily nervous to run this rehearsal. She feels a little anxious to see how it all turns out, seeing as this is the first Bellas rehearsal that she is in charge of without the tyrannical force known as Aubrey Posen by her side, but all-around Chloe is feeling fairly positive that everything will play out quite nicely.

Besides, it’s not like Chloe has to do it completely alone. After taking some time to think it over (with lots of bribery and convincing on Chloe’s part), Beca had agreed to co-captain the Bellas with Chloe. They had spent the whole summer brainstorming set ideas and rehearsal strategies, discussing what kind of group dynamic they wanted to shape in the upcoming year.

Chloe felt fairly positive walking in to this first rehearsal.

Nevertheless, this new information comes as a shock. Chloe’s eyebrows lift in surprise. “Really? You have leadership experience?”

And it’s not that Chloe is super surprised by the fact, it’s just that… actually, yeah, she is super surprised by the fact. Beca wasn’t exactly, how do you say, fond of people or the activities that people partake in, so Chloe didn’t think she was wrong to be a little hesitant of Beca’s ability to run a rehearsal.

Beca crosses her arms confidently (smugly?). “Yes, I have leadership experience. I’ll have you know that I was in charge of my school radio in high school.”

Chloe chokes back the laugh threatening to let loose and tampers down her amused smile. She clears her throat. “You were in charge of the radio at your school?”

Beca nods and hums in the affirmative. “Yep, it was called Tiger Talk and it would have been nothing without me there.”

Chloe bites her lip and studies the proud expression on Beca’s face. “Tiger Talk?”

“Yeah, our mascot was a tiger,” Beca says, her eyebrows crinkling adorably together when she notices the look on Chloe’s face. “Hey, why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing, I’m just glad you’re so experienced with leadership, is all,” Chloe tells her, pressing her lips together to hide her smile.

Beca looks at her suspiciously for another moment before deciding that she’s telling the truth. “Good. I promise that you don’t really need to worry about a thing in there. I’ve got it all covered.”

Chloe chuckles lightly and pats her friend on the back. “Good to know. I feel totally comforted now.”

“Good.” Beca stops just before the doors to the rehearsal hall. She puts a hand on the handle and turns to face Chloe one more time. “It’ll be fine, babe. Piece of cake.”

She winks, pulling open the doors and ducking inside before Chloe can respond, and if Chloe wasn’t so amused by Beca’s confidence going into this rehearsal, maybe she would notice the way her heart has started racing from Beca’s easy flirtation.

* * *

“Hey, guys! I’m Beca- well, I mean, I guess you all already knew that from last year… Uh, welcome back! I hope you all had a good summer, which I guess I know you all did because I’ve been talking to you guys all summer in the group chat… Anyways, what I’m trying to say is that I think this is going to be a good year for us, and that we can really take a cappella to the next level if we work hard, you know?”

Beca’s opening speech is met with blank stares and blinking from the rest of the Bellas. It takes everything in Chloe to not full-on facepalm then and there, but she figures the action wouldn’t portray her as a very supportive co-captain.

Chloe watches as Beca stumbles her way through more introductory formalities in amusement for a couple more minutes before deciding to save her friend.

“Okay! I think that’s enough of that,” Chloe cuts in, stepping up next to Beca. The shorter girl snaps her mouth shut, looking a bit miffed. Chloe tries to inject her tone with enough positivity and energy as possible. “I’m not too worried about this year, if I’m being honest. We’ve got a good group to work with, and I am certain that we’ll be able to make it to the ICCA’s easy.”

A few of the girls let out little cheers, looking much more at ease now than they had when Beca was talking. Chloe glances over at Beca with a smile, to which the other girl simply rolls her eyes. Chloe’s grin only widens.

“On that note, we’re going to just get started on some stretching before doing some cardio-” the announcement is met with groans from around the room- “Hush, we’re going to stretch before getting into some light cardio, and we’ll go from there.” Chloe glances between the girls. “Does anyone want to volunteer to lead stretch-”

“I got it,” Beca jumps in loudly beside her. Chloe blinks at her, images flashing through her mind of Beca half-heartedly stretching during rehearsals last year, never really doing them like she should have done.

“You sure about that, Bec?” Chloe questions hesitantly.

Beca scoffs. “It’s just stretching, Beale. I got this.”

Beca, as it turns out, decidedly did not “get it,” based on the fact that she only knew about two real stretches and half a dozen unhelpful ones.

(“Bec, I don’t know if this is actually stretching anything.”

“What do you mean? It’s stretching me.”

“That’s because you haven’t moved your body in three months.”

“Shut up, it’s a stretch.”)

The rest of practice follows in much of the same fashion. Whether it’s running around doing laps, learning choreography, or leading vocal warm-ups, Beca always insists that she can handle it before proving herself entirely wrong.

And Chloe, for her part, lets Beca try. She really does do her best to just let Beca run things, opting instead to stand by and watch it all happen while attempting to keep the amused expression off her face. Chloe supposes that she could be a little irked by the fact that Beca is trying to run the whole rehearsal – after all, that’s exactly what Aubrey did all of last year – but for the most part Chloe is content to watch Beca go about each task with more blind confidence than any one person ought to have.

By the time the end of rehearsal arrives, they’ve only covered about a third of what they had planned for the day, falling behind between Beca struggling to articulate her thoughts, the rest of the girls teasing Beca whenever an opportunity would present itself (which was often), and Chloe being supremely unhelpful to the whole process.

Chloe wraps up her conversation with Cynthia Rose, waving at the other girl as she exits the rehearsal hall before making her way over to where her discouraged co-captain is slowly putting things away in her bag. She bites her lip and studies Beca’s pout (and she knows Beca will claim she wasn’t pouting later) for a moment, noting just how adorable the small girl can be without trying.

“A little different than Tiger Talk, wouldn’t you say?” Chloe muses breezily as she sidles up next to Beca at the piano.

Beca shoots her a glare. “Not in the mood for teasing, Beale,” she sighs, shoving her portable speaker in her bag.

“It really wasn’t all that bad,” Chloe says innocently. “I really liked the part where you tried to have everyone spin in circles to loosen up. I’ve never seen that technique before.”

“Ha-ha, very funny. Can we be done here so I can go wallow in my own self-loathing?” Beca moves to grab her water bottle.

Chloe softens a bit. “You can’t beat yourself up too badly about this, Bec. Nobody is perfect on their first day in charge.”

“Aubrey seemed pretty damn perfect on her first day,” Beca grumbles, mostly under her breath.

Chloe chuckles. “Aubrey kicked someone out and almost threw up multiple times during that first rehearsal last year. Believe me when I say that she was far from perfect.”

Beca looks at her sheepishly. “She also didn’t let you do anything, which I guess we have in common, unfortunately.” Beca turns to face Chloe fully, an apologetic look on her face. “I’m sorry I didn’t let you do anything today. I just… I guess I just wanted to show you that I knew what I was doing, you know? So you wouldn’t have to worry about anything.”

Chloe feels her heart swell at the words. “It’s alright, Beca. I’m just glad you’re acknowledging it now. Besides-” Chloe reaches across the piano top and slides Beca’s still open laptop closer to them, tapping the space bar and letting the arrangement that they never got around to today play- “this is what you know how to do. Music is what you do, and that’s the most important part of all this.” Beca looks shyly up at her, and Chloe smiles in response. “Maybe if you focus on the music, I can handle everything else. We’re co-captains for a reason.”

Beca starts to smile before schooling her features to be ‘professional’ looking. “I think that sounds like a perfectly reasonable plan, Captain Beale.”

Chloe giggles. “Glad to hear it, Captain Mitchell.”

They pack up the rest of their things and make their way out of the rehearsal hall, Beca in a much better mood than before. As Beca locks up the doors behind them, Chloe bites her lip thoughtfully and builds up the needed confidence for what she’s about to do next.

“Hey, Bec,” she says, prompting Beca to turn around to face her. Chloe doesn’t give her a chance to respond before gently gripping the material of Beca’s t-shirt in her hand and pulling her forward until their lips are pressed together.

Beca’s little yelp of surprise changes into a content sigh as she sinks into the kiss, bringing her hand up to cradle Chloe’s jaw as she deepens it, much to Chloe’s satisfaction.

The kiss doesn’t last long, and soon enough Chloe is pulling away, her hooded eyes locked on to Beca’s confused ones.

“What was that for?” Beca asks breathily.

Chloe grins coyly. “I just wanted to see if there was something else you were good at.” She winks. “Now I know that you are a much better kisser than you are dancer.”

She walks away from Beca then, her smile widening when she hears the other girl scrambling to catch up, her protest of okay, I’m not that bad of a dancer, though ringing out from her as she goes.

Maybe blind confidence wasn’t totally a bad thing after all.

[cenestpasmoi-bechloe]

Wherever you may go, wherever you may be, I will never be far away

Beca has been exhausted with work and overtime in order to provide nice things for Chloe, and pay the bills, etc. When Beca comes home at around 11pm, she finds Chloe curled up on the couch after attempting to wait for Beca. Beca becomes very very soft. :)

Title from Billy Joel's Lullabye (Goodnight My Angel).

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Beca is exhausted. She’s been working her ass off at Capital records, trying to make a name for herself, and to provide for her small family of three.

Her girlfriend Chloe, herself, and their newest addition, their rescue puppy they had named Chase, because of how he had chased Beca around the first time she saw him. He was a mix of a Collie and something else they couldn’t figure out, but he was the cutest dog ever. At least that was what Chloe had said, and Beca had come to understand it.

But she would never admit that to Chloe. But that dog was damn adorable.

They live in a nice 2 bedroom apartment in Pomona, CA where Chloe can go to Vet school, at Western University of Health Sciences, and Beca can commute to her office.  Chloe has two more years of school, and she’s going to become a Vet after that, but while she goes to school, Beca is the main source of income. They weren’t broke, but they weren’t rich either, and they tried their best to keep it that way. Chloe worked at a Veterinary Clinic near the school, and helped pay the apartment rent. Although Beca had insisted that she didn’t have to, Chloe had somehow convinced her. And Beca couldn't say no to Chloe Beale.  

They had started dating after the USO tour, after Beca had gotten signed to Capitol, and Chloe had been accepted into WesternU, when Beca finally decided to sack up and tell the ginger her feelings.

Their move to California was scheduled around the same time, and having lived in Brooklyn together before, and having started dating, they had mutually decided that moving-in together was a good idea. Her workplace was not too far from where Chloe was going to go to school, and it being cheaper to live in a bigger apartment in Pomona than being crammed in a small apartment in Hollywood, they had chose to live near WesternU. They had started out living in different rooms at first, but found themselves sleeping better, and much more comfortable together in Beca’s room, and they had transferred Chloes old room into a guest room/Beca’s studio when she needed to work from home, or she wanted to work from home.

Beca usually has work with her clients until 7pm, then edit and work on other things until around 10 and then finally, head home. The drive was about 30 minutes, 45 minutes tops, and she would get home at around 11. She had her days off on Wednesdays, and Saturdays and Sundays were half days, or she would sometimes have the weekends off. She always tried to spend more time with Chloe, and she tried to keep a no-work-at-home policy although there were exceptions. That was easy since she had a girlfriend who she could barely say no to.

Tonight was one of those late nights.

The wifi stopped working, and then there was the printer jamming incident, and then had to make sure her emails were sent to her boss about the new client. She finishes up around a quarter to 11, and she gets in her car, sending a quick text to Chloe, telling her that she’d be heading home now. She doubted that she was still awake though since when she gets home at 10:30, she’s usually getting ready for bed, and on days like this, she’s usually fast asleep on Beca’s side of the bed. She drives home, and gets home at about a quarter past 11.

She unlocks the door quietly, and then opens the door slowly, making sure she doesn’t wake up Chloe, who is probably in another room. She just wanted to be safe, just in case. And then Chase comes trotting over to the door, welcoming her home.

“Shhhh… don’t wake mommy up okay?” She says as she crouches down to pet the puppy.

She sees that the light is still on in the room and looks up, seeing her girlfriend curled up on the couch, asleep.

She’s wearing Beca’s gray Bellas sweater, the one that was originally Chloe’s, she stole it somewhere around her sophomore year when she started living in the Bellas house. She had declared that it was hers now, and Chloe had allowed her to keep it all through the years, and now, Chloe’s back to wearing it again. She smiles, walks to the couch, and sits on the floor to kiss the ginger’s cheek.

“I’m home baby.” She says cupping her cheek and kissing her on the lips.

Chloe flutters open her eyes, and wakes up, looking sleepy as heck as she looks at Beca. “I was waiting for you to come home. “She yawns and stretches, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

“Sorry I’m late. I was supposed to leave earlier, but a lot of things happened, I can explain tomorrow. “ She smiles and pecks Chloe’s forehead.

“It’s okay. Did you have dinner?” The ginger asks her as she sits up and stretches her arms.

“No. But I’m not that hungry though.”

“Becaaaaa…. you have to eattttt…”Chloe says to her as she gets up. “I have some leftovers I can heat up.”

“No it’s fine. I’m fine. I’m gonna take Chase out before I get ready for bed. Wait for me in bed?” She asks the ginger, getting up and leaving her bag and taking her jacket off, leaving it on the couch. “Chase. Let’s go out. Bathroom time. “ She says to the dog and he runs to the door excitedly.

“Okay fineee, but I’m coming with you two. I don’t wanna be left behind.” She says with a pouty face as she grabs the leash off the hook.

“Okay then, let’s go.” She takes the leash from the ginger, and connects it to Chase’s collar. “Mommy’s coming with us too.”She smiles, holding onto the leash. Chase jumps up and down excitedly, “I know bud, I’m happy that she’s coming with us too.”She says to the pup and pats him on the head.

“Let’s go!” The redhead returns to the living room, and they both walk out the door, letting Chase mark his territory around the complex, while Chloe and Beca talk about their day, holding hands and walking together.

“Jill keeps texting her boyfriend at work, and she’s always on her phone. I don’t understand how she still has a job.”Beca giggles as she talks about her day.

“I’m sure you’re like that sometimes, I swear, sometimes my phone doesn’t stop vibrating with texts from you.”The redhead jokes, holding Beca’s spare hand which isn’t holding Chase’s leash. The summer breeze makes it a bit chilly, and Chloes glad that she wore her hoodie.

“Oh, I’m not that bad!” Beca exclaims in her quiet nighttime voice, “But I also can’t resist my girlfriend sending me sexy snaps in the middle of the day.”She smirks, squeezing the gingers hand for a moment. Beca had to make sure she had set her notifications to be private, she had that one incident when she almost showed her girlfriend on Airplay at a work meeting. From then on, she knew to keep her notifications discreet. She didn’t need anyone seeing her messages. “I swear to god I almost died when I accidentally opened my Snapchat from you during a meeting. I made it just in time but that was so dangerous.”

“That was because you sent me a raunchy text baby. It’s all your fault. “Chloe scoffs.

“I could’ve been fired!” She whisper yells, raising both her occupied arms up.

“Oh stop exaggerating!”The ginger laughs.

"Oh I'm totally getting back at you for that time!"She jokingly says, pointing at Chloe. "I'm gonna do something to make you so horny that you'll have to take a break, no take the day off!"

"Oh, try. You'll never be able to do that. Remember who always loses the no touching challenge?"

"..um... you?..."

"Oh you wish."Chloe giggles, kissing her nose and running ahead of them. "You can't catch me!!"

"H-Hey!! Chloooooo!"Beca follows along with Chase, but it looks like Chase is taking poor Beca on a run.

“Hey Bec?” Chloe says as they make their way back into the house, unhooking Chase’s leash off of him and letting him run inside.

“Huh?”Beca looks at the ginger, closing the door behind and then making sure it’s locked.

“I love you.”She says, her smile soft and genuine.

These are the moments that make Beca’s heart pound like crazy. Like how did she deserve this angel? How? “I love you too.” She repeats back, kissing the ginger and wrapping her arms around her. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”she mumbles into Chloes shoulder as they awkwardly toddle over to the couch and fall onto it.

“Everything Bec. You’re amazing. I wonder if I ever deserve you. You spoil me too much baby. “She chuckles as she kisses her forehead.

“And you tease me too much.”Beca jokes, and she earns a light slap from the ginger. “Heyyy! Thats not fair!”

“Its fair alright, I tease you because you’re just too damn adorable.”

“Am not! I’m not adorable! I’m badass!” She says as she tries to pry herself away from Chloe, but her girl is too strong, making her stuck in Chloe’s embrace.

“Okay, okay, whatever you say cutiehead.”She giggles, kissing her right on the cheek.

“Ugh, I hate you.”Beca pouts jokingly.

“You do not hate me. Exaggerator!”She kisses her cheek again, this time much more like a wet-grandma-like kiss.

“Ewwwwww… you kiss like a grandma! My cheek is wet!”Beca complains, wiping it off with her arm.

“Want me to do it again?”Chloe asks, going in for the kiss again, but Beca’s hand stops it from reaching her cheek. “Noooooooooh!” Her lips get closer again.

“I don’t hear a please Beca.”Chloe teases, getting even closer.

“NOooooooh!”

“C’mon Beca. Just one word baby.”

“Okay fine! Please stop!” Beca gives up and Chloe’s lips retrieves.

“See? That wasn’t so hard? Was it Beca? When you’re a good girl, you get your way, or can get things faster.”She winks. “But when you’re a bad girl, you don’t get your way, and sometimes you can get more pain or teasing from it. “She lowers her hand down to Beca’s ass and squeezes it, making Beca wince. She had been a bad girl in bed last Saturday, and the pain was much better but its still hurt a bit. But that story’s for another day.

“Can we go to bed? I’m really tired. Like exhausted.”Beca asks her girlfriend, looking up at her with pouty eyes.

“Okay. Let’s get to bed, really tired. I don’t know where my Beca went though.”She jokes and giggles, taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom.

“Its almost 12. Which means it’s already tomorrow, and now we don’t have anymore time to sleep…”Beca mumbles as she walks into the closet and gets changed into her pajamas, an oversized teeshirt, which is of corse Chloe’s, and plops down on the bed.

“You’re okay. C’mere baby.”Chloe says as she lifts the comforter up and slides in, waiting for Beca to do the same.

Beca yawns as she gets in and curls up close to Chloe, her bing the little spoon and Chloe being the big spoon. “I love you.” She closes her eyes, and lets Chloe wrap her body around hers, feeling safe and comfortable.

“You’re quite the over thinker, aren’t you baby.”Chloe chuckles as she peppers kisses all over Beca’s head, and then starts running her fingers through Beca’s hair, allowing her to relax.

“But it’s true though, i.....”

“Shh… baby. Stop talking and calm down.” The ginger says gently and kisses her head once again.

Beca’s train of thoughts don’t stop though,she stops talking but the thoughts in her mind keep running, and she can't seem to stop them. She thinks about how perfect her life is, with Chloe and Chase, and how she want to pop the question soon. How she's gonna do that, what say to ask Stacie to help her pick the engagement ring, and then how the wedding is gonna be, how she's gonna tell the Bellas, and on and on and on and....

“Beca. Turn off your thoughts. I can still hear the gears turning.”Chloe says.

"I'm no...."

"Save the questions and the thoughts for another day Becs. " She rubs her arm.

“Mkay….night...”Beca mumbles, turning and facing Chloe’s body, curling up once again as she rubs her back.

It can wait another day.

She soon relaxes and lets sleep take over, feeling safe and sound in Chloe’s arms.

Chloe kisses the sleeping brunette's head for the last time before she falls asleep.

“Good night, my angel.”

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“Beach Babes”

Author: aliciameade Rating: E Pairing: Beca/Chloe Summary: A little smut on the beach.

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“Can you pass me another black cherry?”

Chloe smiles at the way Beca nudges her with her elbow before they lean opposite directions: Beca to toss her empty can into the bag with the other half-dozen or so they’ve collected and Chloe to fish another White Claw from the ice of their cooler, then decides to grab another for herself since she’s almost finished with the tangerine-flavored spiked seltzer wedged into the sand by her feet.

They lean back into each other at the same time, Beca’s hand ready for the can Chloe passes to her. They set up their beach post along an old felled tree trunk on the beach, using it as a windbreak and a makeshift chair to rest against. They’d made a day of it packing a cooler with drinks and snacks and a beach bag with a few games to play in the sand, just the two of them.

Officially, they’re three months into their romantic relationship. Unofficially, they’re several years into it, but it wasn’t until a particularly vulnerable and bold moment of Beca’s that she confessed how she felt about Chloe and found out the feelings were reciprocated.

They’ve since learned their physical chemistry is a force to be reckoned with; Chloe still teases Beca about her begging for “a day off” because her tongue was so tired that it ached like doing too many reps at the gym.

The day off simply resulted in Chloe making Beca come half a dozen times before riding Beca’s fingers to her own climax.

As Chloe snuggles into her side on the blanket next to their small campfire on the beach, Beca thinks it a wonder the sun’s gone down but neither of them has yet today.

Her pun makes her sniff in laughter.

“What?” Chloe asks, lifting her head off Beca’s shoulder so she can look at her.

Beca glances at her, then cranes her neck back so she can look at her without going cross-eyed. “Nothing.”

“You laughed.” Chloe’s soft smile starts to grow. “What are you thinking about?” Her eyes light up. “Was it dirty?”

Beca rolls her eyes and she knows she’s blushing, but hopes it’s not obvious in the glow of the campfire. “Chloe!”

Chloe’s brows arch with interest. “That’s not a ‘no.’”

Beca feels Chloe’s fingers walking up her thigh from her knee. Her fingers are cold and wet from holding her drink which has been set aside. Beca is still in her bikini from the day but she’d pulled a hoodie over her head to cut the chill from the breeze. “I know.”

“You know it’s not a ‘no’?”

“No,” Beca says with a smile, just to be annoying but her moment of confidence falters when Chloe’s fingertips graze between her legs over the thin material of her bathing suit briefs. Her curse word is caught up in a gasp and she hates the proud look that forms on Chloe’s face at her reaction.

“Tell me,” Chloe says as she turns her wrist to fit her fingers comfortably between Beca’s thighs that shift automatically to give her more room, blunt nails lightly dragging up and down the still-damp-from-the-ocean material. If Chloe keeps it up, it will be damp for a different reason.

Beca manages to just bite her lip and shake her head; she knows it will just challenge Chloe to try harder to get her to confess and it works when fingertips suddenly press hard against her clit. 

“I said, tell me.” Chloe’s voice is low and her eyes are dark. Gone is the pride and amusement from seconds ago, now replaced with lust, darkened by the shadows cast by the fire.

Beca can’t help the shiver that runs up her back and she shoves her can of seltzer into the sand before she does something embarrassing like drop it. “Or what?” she finally says when Chloe’s intense eyes drop to her lips, breaking the invisible hold she’s had on Beca.

Chloe’s fingers abruptly disappear, her hand moving to rest on Beca’s thigh. She doesn’t respond; that alone is her answer.

She considers ending it then and there by refusing to give in and answer; it would probably annoy Chloe to the point of taking Beca anyway just to prove something to herself. Beca knows that now, either way, she’s going to be the one to come away the winner and it’s just a matter of what Chloe’s mood will be.

She also considers their surroundings, eyes only leaving Chloe’s face to quickly survey the area around them. With the sun now down, most of the day’s beachgoers were long gone. A few small fires dotted the coast, but all were far enough away that she could scarcely make out the silhouettes of the people around them, voices little more than indecipherable chatter and laughter that carries on the wind in fits and starts.

She meets Chloe’s eyes again to find her waiting—staring—expectantly. “I’d thought about how the sun went down but neither of us went down.”

Chloe’s controlled, fake-stern face breaks into a fit of giggles. “I knew it was dirty.”

Beca’s about to reply but Chloe interrupts.

“I think we should change that.”

“Okay,” Beca says with an eager nod as Chloe’s lips capture hers. They’re tender but demanding and Beca knows their little moment of teasing affected Chloe just as it had Beca. She pulls Chloe closer by the back of her neck as Chloe’s tongue slips into her mouth with practiced ease and Beca moans against the kiss as fingers reappear between her legs, this time pressing firm circles against her clit.

Beca’s taking mental stock of what she knows is around them—cans, beach bags, open bags of chips—so she can try not to spill or lay on something when Chloe inevitably tells her to turn and lie down when instead, Chloe suddenly pulls away, climbs over Beca’s left leg, and shimmies backward until she’s lying down on her stomach between her thighs. 

Beca’s acutely aware of how close it puts Chloe’s bare feet to the superhot steel fire ring embedded in the sand but it doesn’t seem to bother Chloe who just looks up at Beca with a smirk as she nudges Beca’s thighs further apart.

She’s never been sitting up for this, and definitely not while outdoors in what could be full-view of the public if someone were to stroll by, but she finds herself not caring as Chloe’s hands move to tickle the backs of Beca’s knees. It makes her bend them and Beca realizes that’s exactly what Chloe wanted: her knees bent and feet pressing into the blanket open her quite nicely.

“Perfect,” Chloe sighs as she leans in and Beca watches from her perfect vantage point with rapt attention as fingers hook under her briefs to pull them aside. Chloe’s tongue follows, its pointed tip finding her clit immediately to make her hips twitch.

“Oh, okay,” Beca laughs weakly. She can see what’s happening but only in brief moments as the light of the fire dances behind Chloe. It feels somewhat pompous to do, but she leans into the log at her back and lets her arms stretch out along it so she can just watch and feel. And it doesn’t seem to bother Chloe; she watches Beca do it and then moans quietly as she starts to lap at her with purpose.

Beca doesn’t think it will take very long. She was wet before Chloe’s tongue even touched her. But Chloe’s also taking her time, intentionally building Beca up and then easing off before she gets too close. Her fingers tug a little harder at Beca’s briefs to expose more of her and Beca watches her lift her head, take her first two fingers into her own mouth to suck on and wet them, before sinking them into Beca to start a steady pace.

Her head falls back against the log; she can’t watch anymore. She can only listen to her own quiet moans and Chloe’s muffled ones in response, and the crackle of the fire and the waves lapping at the shore as Chloe laps at her clit over and over again until Beca can tell she’s going to see it through this time.

“Just like that,” she breathes and she forgets to clench her jaw to quiet her next moan when Chloe’s fingers pick up speed until they’re almost pounding into her, lips sucking hard at her clit as her tongue grinds against it.

All at once, she comes, and muting herself is the last thing on her mind as her hands fly down to tangle in Chloe’s wind-and-water-mussed hair to pull her closer. Chloe’s moaning with her, though muffled, and Beca opens her eyes long enough to figure out Chloe’s free hand is beneath her and between her own legs.

“Oh, fuck, are you coming,” Beca groans, unable to stop her hips from grinding forward.

“Close,” is all Chloe can manage with what her mouth is doing to Beca.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she says quickly; she can feel in how hard she just came that she’ll come again, and easily.

Chloe understands what she means and her groan is needy and wanton and this time, Beca watches as Chloe fucks her. It’s messy and barely coordinated but it doesn’t matter now. Especially not when she’s also watching Chloe’s hips rolling and grinding as she fucks herself along with Beca.

She hears it in Chloe’s voice, voice getting higher the closer she gets and Beca manages to hold back until she sees Chloe’s hips start jerking and she groans as they come together.

She’s still breathing hard when Chloe eases back until she’s pushing herself up to sit back on her knees. She’s backlit by the fire, features almost indiscernible, but she can see enough to know that Chloe’s lips are cleaning not only the fingers that were just inside Beca but those that were inside herself, as well.

“Fuck,” Beca says with a deep sigh as she watches until Chloe starts crawling forward to sit next to Beca again. Then she lets her head fall back to stare at the night sky.

“Good?”

Beca glances at her. “Meh,” she says with a shrug.

It makes Chloe’s eyes go wide and an offended scoff follows. “‘Meh’ yourself!”

Beca cracks a smile after a few seconds, not wanting Chloe to spiral into actual offense and concern about nonexistent shortcomings. “That was so fucking hot.”

A chorus of whistles and hoots and hollers reach her ears from the distance and the realization that sound travels well over flat surfaces and water registers: their private moment wasn’t as private as she’d let herself believe.

Chloe hears it, too, and bursts into a fit of giggles.

“Oh, my God,” Beca says with a groan as she throws her hands over her face.

“Well, at least they know we have great sex.”

“I don’t need people to know about our sex life.”

Chloe’s hand encircles her wrist to tug one of her hands away from her face. “Our fucking hot sex life.”

Beca can’t disagree with that and lets her other hand fall away just in time for Chloe to kiss her. This time it’s slow and peaceful, the impromptu urgency of earlier now gone in favor of quiet comfort.

“We’re not leaving until they’re gone,” she says when it ends. “I’m not walking past them after that.”

Chloe laughs and pecks her lips again. “Why not? For all they know, you were the one making me come. Twice.”

That makes Beca take pause; she didn’t need people looking at her who just heard her orgasm (twice), but the thought that they would see Chloe and her together...they wouldn’t know it was Beca. And she kind of liked the idea that people might think they’d heard her get Chloe off like that.

She supposes the pride that accompanies that feeling is what Chloe is genuinely feeling. And she really doesn’t want to hurt her pride. “Yeah, okay,” she says with a nod. “Let’s pack up and go home so I can return the favor.”

Her response earns her particularly hard, deep kiss from Chloe. “Can’t wait.”

The End