detailed analysis about chloe beale and her spotify student account. aaaaand GO!
I am so glad to be given this opportunity.
chloe beale's whole "being too scared to graduate" thing was just a front, a facade, a COVER-UP to hide her real reasoning for why she took three extra years to graduate: she didn't want to give up her student discount on spotify premium.
surely chloe's parents are well off enough that they had no trouble paying for chloe's extra three years of school. that is thousands of dollars down the drain that chloe had obviously not been losing any sleep over because it's like she's paying for it, you know?
but you know what she is paying for? spotify premium, bitches.
chloe's parents probably sat her down before even her first year of college and were like "okay. if we pay for your housing and tuition, you have to buy your own food and anything else you need" and chloe was probably fine with that.
flash forward to three years later, when chloe finally decides to get spotify premium bc she's an adult and she can afford her own account, dammit and doesn't think twice about the five dollars taken out of her bank account every month. then, at thanksgiving, her older brother makes some off handed comment about missing his student discount for his spotify, and it sends chloe SPIRALLING.
the thought of giving up her precious student discount follows chloe all the way to the end of the year. it haunts her, always there, always in the back of her mind. so, she makes an impulsive decision: halfway through her russian lit final (what was supposed to be her last final of her college career) chloe intentionally chooses all the wrong answers, effectively flunking the entire class.
this continues on for the next three years, chloe never revealing to anyone the real reason she keeps failing. aubrey thinks it's because she can't leave beca, beca thinks it's because she can't leave the bellas. but they're wrong. it's always been because she can't surrender that sweet sweet student discount.
the only reason chloe graduates at all is because the discount only lasts for four years. spotify has moved on from chloe, so chloe figures it's time to move on from spotify.
fame!au: no better place than to reveal your relationship than at the U.S. open...everybody already knew anyway.
word count: 1073 (words by me and @snowbritt. I wrote the first half, Ellie wrote the second half <3)
read on ao3 or below.
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It had been a spur of the moment thing, if Beca’s being honest. She had really only been looking for a new set of rings or a new pair of earrings – things she absolutely did not need – when she saw the ‘B’ necklace hanging precariously on the edge of the jewelry rack.
Lifting her sunglasses, she flashes a quick smile at the kind woman running the stall, hoping against hope that the quick intake of breath that followed meant that her cover wasn’t totally about to be blown.
“How much for this?” she murmurs, gently lifting the gold-plated necklace. The ‘B’ is kind of large if she’s being honest, but she’s kind of tired of hiding and she knows Chloe will appreciate it.
It’s enough of a gesture to tide them both over, Beca hopes. Dating Chloe also had been on the spur of the moment. Undeniably, Beca had always been attracted to women and even more undeniable was that Beca had Big Crush on Chloe Beale (as most of America did and still does).
Somehow their paths crossed on the set of Chloe’s tv series – a three-episode guest arc for Beca to highlight some of her acting chops – and the rest was history.
(If history was pretty much immediately crashing into Chloe’s bed that first night, breath hot against porcelain skin.)
Now, three and a half months later, Beca can sense the restlessness from Chloe. It echoes inside her, like her own self-resentment because of her fear of commitment.
But Chloe is so different and Beca can’t imagine dating anybody else.
She wants people to know.
(Subtly, at least. Beca isn’t huge on big, public gestures.)
Beca returns to the present, she knows her decision had been made long ago. It’s the easiest purchase she’s ever made.
When Beca finally presents the necklace to Chloe, it is a quiet night in. Around them, the comfort of Beca’s apartment separates them from the world.
Not for long, Beca thinks.
“B for Beale?” Chloe asks, an amused smile slipping across her lips when she takes the necklace from Beca’s outstretched hands.
Beca clears her throat, watching light dance in Chloe’s eyes as she looks at the necklace. The necklace looks more delicate and beautiful in Chloe’s hands, just as everything she does translates into beauty and light. “Yeah,” she whispers. “Or–” she clears her throat again. “Or, I was thinking–” she reaches out to take the necklace slowly, letting her fingers brush against Chloe’s hands. Chloe’s breath hitches, but she waits without saying a word as Beca stands to move around her so she is standing behind Chloe. Delicately, with utmost care, Beca brushes Chloe’s hair away from the nape of her neck and helps fasten the clasp with only mildly-shaking hands. “Maybe B...for Beca. Because I want people to know.”
She can’t see Chloe’s expression which is a little daunting, so she moves her hands to Chloe’s shoulders, brushing against the skin she finds along the way. This is nerve wracking, to say the least, but Beca’s heart pounds in eager anticipation.
“To know?” Chloe asks, even though Beca’s sure they both know exactly what she means.
She will never deny Chloe the reassurance she seeks, however – never again, at least. “To know that you’re mine. And I’m yours,” Beca clarifies.
And just like that, the moment transforms into something new: Chloe tilts her head and twists her body. Beca meets her halfway, leaning down to kiss Chloe soundly and with the finality of somebody done with taking chances.
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Chloe has always known the deal. She may be an open book herself, but her girlfriend isn’t. And that’s okay. That has always been okay. Chloe can forgo the PDA, she can silence her desperate need to lace her fingers through Beca’s whenever they’re out in public, because she knows that what they have is real. It’s theirs. So the brushing of hands against hands, those deep, lingering stares, they’re enough. Because Beca is hers and she is Beca’s, whether the world knows it or not.
And now they’re going to — and Chloe doesn’t understand why she’s so nervous.
“You’re absolutely sure?” She questions, the weight of the light necklace hanging perfectly around her neck far more evident to her than is realistic. Chloe lifts a hand to brush delicately against the charm, against the B initial. B for Beca.
“I’m sure,” Beca nods, gaze moving from the necklace and then up to Chloe’s eyes. There’s a soft, sure smile stretching coolly across her lips. “It looks cute on you, by the way.”
“You think?” Chloe’s uncertain expression eases quickly, painted lips smoothing into a grin. “Well, you picked well. You have good taste.”
Whenever they hang out together, of course there are eyes on them. They’re celebrities, as much as Beca despises that word, they have a way of drawing others in. So, people have been staring already today, but the main focus is on the match underway before them as they sit side by side in the stands, knees resting gently against one another’s.
Chloe has been taking videos, uploading them to her Instagram story. Mostly of the tennis match, but there have been a couple selfies saved only for them.
(And those seated around them, though Beca isn’t being as careful as usual to remain unseen. Why bother now, right?)
“Okay, let’s take another,” Chloe prompts, turning on the front camera and positioning her face in the screen. She doesn’t even have to motion Beca closer; Beca simply leans into the frame, natural smile stretching across her lips. She studies the photo carefully, before quickly shaking her head.
“You don’t like that one?” Chloe questions, brow arching slightly. “You look pretty.”
“No.” Beca points to the screen. “It cuts off your necklace.”
The way Chloe bites back her own almost shy smile is her way of trying not to get too ahead of herself, but she can’t help it. She’s just so proud of her girlfriend, so proud to be here beside her.
“You know this one’s going on Instagram, right?” Chloe asks, eyes locking with Beca’s.
“I do,” Beca nods, reaching out to gently touch the necklace charm. “And that’s why I want this in it. I told you, Chlo. I want everyone to know.” She drops her hand, allowing it to fall delicately into Chloe’s lap. “That you’re mine. And I’m yours.”
I’m posting a little late, even by American standards, but I made it in time! A merry pitchmas to @snowbritt and all of you wonderful people. I haven’t posted any fanfic in a while so this may be a bit rusty.
Summary: When the Bellas find out they’ll be getting a house and sharing bedrooms, Beca tries to use the opportunity to get close to Chloe. When she doesn’t act fast enough, she spends the following months pining after Chloe and trying to find a chance to get close to her. Beca gets her wish in an unexpected way.
Rating: T
Word Count: 3.1k
“Dear Barden Bellas,
Due to your recent streak of wins at the ICCA finals, we have decided it is only fair to award you the way we have awarded our other prestigious acapella groups in the past. We have secured the funding and approval to build a lodging house for all current and future Bellas to reside in throughout their time at Barden University. The proposed blueprints are attached…”
Beca was cut off by the screaming. The girls couldn’t believe it. They had won back-to-back ICCA championships and now they were being given their very own building. They could finally practice outside Barden’s tiny black box theatre, free from the drama kids who kicked them out so they could rehearse and the motion lights that sometimes left them singing in the dark, like some kind of cult-
“Wait a minute,” Fat Amy interrupted everybody celebrating, “this floor plan only includes six bedrooms.”
“Well then I guess we’re gonna have to double up.” Cynthia Rose said, eyeing Stacie.
“I wanna be with Jessica.” “I wanna be with Ashley.” Ashley and Jessica said at the same time.
“And we have to save one room for the new Bellas.” Beca added. The girls began to talk amongst themselves again when Fat Amy quietly approached Beca.
“How about it, shortstack?” She said, leaning in. “I promise to give you ample warning about any gentleman callers I may have.”
“Yes… I mean no… I mean what?”
“This is like the third time I’ve caught you daydreaming today; you have GOT to tell me what is on your mind before you wander into traffic or something.”
“How is telling you gonna stop me from wandering into traffic?”
“It’s not, but I won’t be able to hear your gossip if you’re in a coma.”
Beca sighed and lowered her voice even further. “Listen, if I promise to give you more details later, will you be chill about letting me room with Chloe?”
“Chloe?” Fat Amy questioned. “She takes forever to get ready before every practice and recital, which YOU were complaining about just last week. Are you sure you’ll be able to deal with Chloe’s daily makeup routine when you’re sharing a bathroom?”
“It’s not that big of a deal, I could get used to it.” Beca shrugged.
“What’s going on?”
They were interrupted by Stacie calling everyone to attention. “Okay! So the room assignments are gonna be one free room for new recruits, Ashley & Jessica, Denise & Cynthia Rose, Fat Amy & Beca, me & Chloe, and… Lilly sleeps in a room by herself. We all good with that?” The Bellas voiced their agreement.
“Fuck.” Beca muttered to herself.
The girls began to scatter, some still chattering excitedly about the Bella House, which would be ready by the Fall semester. When almost everyone had cleared, Fat Amy turned back to Beca. “You wanna tell me what that was about?”
“I may have… developed a crush on a certain Bella.” Beca said, turning beet red.
“No way!” Fat Amy whisper-yelled. “Let me guess. Is it Stacie? Her legs are about as long as you are, so you get a good view.”
“It is NOT Stacie. Although you do have a good point about the view.”
“Well who is it then?”
Beca took in a deep breath, preparing to unload her secret. She breathed again, and as she exhaled, she said “Chloe.”
“Chloe?? Of course! The first time you met you were naked and it did something to you, psychologically.”
“It was the second time, and she just, wouldn’t leave my shower until I sang with her and I did and then I joined the Bellas and everything was totally fine.”
“And you JUST developed this crush?”
“It’s possible I was too traumatized by the event to understand my feelings until recently.”
“Yeah, or you’re just a clueless girl who fell in love with an even more clueless boy for like, eight months before you broke up because you realized you have feelings for a girl in your acapella group. Which, by the way, was bound to happen, with the amount of time the nine of us spend together.”
“Damn Amy, have you actually been paying attention in your psychology class?”
“Enough to know that you’ve got the hots for your redheaded best friend, and your life is only gonna get worse if you don’t tell her about it.”
“What do I even say?”
“That one’s on you, loverboy. Now, I gotta get out of here and meet a gentleman caller.”
Beca quirked an eyebrow. She was going to need to find a way to tell Chloe her feelings before the living arrangements were settled.
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Beca did not find a way to tell Chloe her feelings before the living arrangements were settled.
Fall came in the blink of an eye and she found herself face-to-face with a slew of problems, including arranging new Bellas routines, her music theory professor who seemed to have it out for her, and the fact that she had a growing crush on her best friend and acapella group co-leader. Things were off to a great start.
The summer spent apart had only deepened Beca’s feelings, which was irritating. It didn’t help that she and Chloe spent a ton of time together choreographing dances for the competitions later in the year. Whenever the girls had to pair up, Chloe walked straight to Beca, grabbing her wrists with intention. Like she knew exactly what she was doing. Like she belonged there.
“Bec?” Chloe had clearly been trying to get Beca’s attention.
“Huh? What?” Beca’s train of thought was broken.
“Are you ready to show them the moves we came up with?”
Beca nodded eagerly, attempting to make up for spacing out earlier. “Yep. Totally. Let’s do this.”
Chloe started leading Beca around the makeshift rehearsal area they had created in the Bella House’s living room. They had to move the couches around and it wasn’t as big as Barden’s black box but at least it didn’t smell like feet. It was easier to focus on what was in front of her, which, at the moment, was a certain redhead.
Chloe smelled like clean laundry and cherry blossoms, a product of the showers that were much easier to take now that she didn’t have to use a communal bathroom built for thirty people. Chloe may take a while to get ready, but Stacie takes even longer, and sometimes Chloe walks down the hall to Beca and Amy’s room and borrows their shower. Their bathroom smells like vanilla and cherry blossoms for hours afterward, and it drives Beca nuts in the best way possible. She watched Chloe perform the new routine with confidence, poise, and accuracy, and she felt her breath hitch in her chest.
What she didn’t feel was the edge of the coffee table as she tripped and fell backward onto its hard surface, banging her head. After everyone’s initial shock had passed, they went to check on Beca to make sure she was okay.
“I’m fine.” Beca stated assuredly. “Really, the worst thing I hurt is my ego.”
“Your head sounded like a bowling ball hitting the floor” Lilly said, almost imperceptibly.
“BECA!” Fat Amy shouted. “CAN YOU SAY YOUR A-B-C’S BACKWARDS?” She was speaking more slowly than normal.
“You know I can hear you right?”
“And isn’t that supposed to be for sobriety tests?” Cynthia Rose asked.
While they had been chatting, Chloe had sat down next to Beca and helped her sit up. She had her hand on Beca’s back, propping her up just in case she felt dizzy.
“Are you okay?” Chloe asked concernedly.
“I’m fine,” Beca repeated, much softer this time, “really.”
Chloe was looking into Beca’s eyes, just checking her pupils. Such a clinical action, but Chloe made it seem so tender. She ran her hand up Beca’s neck to the back of her head, feeling for any irregularities. Beca felt chills run up her spine as Chloe rubbed her fingers across her scalp. She hoped she wasn’t being too obvious.
Chloe pulled back. “The bad news is you might have a small concussion. The good news is that lump on your head just may make you taller.”
“Ha-ha.” Beca fake laughed.
Stacie chimed in, “I had a concussion once and my doctor told me not to sleep. Wait. It was either my doctor or my mom. I don’t remember.”
“I think the best thing for Beca to do is to go lie down.” Cynthia Rose added.
“Does that have anything to do with you not wanting to practice the new routine?” Beca quipped from the table.
“If I carry you to your room can I not answer that question?” Cynthia Rose replied.
“Fair enough.”
Cynthia Rose crossed the living room to scoop Beca into her arms, and was about to lift her off the table when Fat Amy piped up. “Uh, um, Beca can’t stay in our room.”
“Why not?” Beca squinted at her roommate.
“Because… I’m going to have... a gentleman caller….. or two….. this evening.” She began to trail off near the end.
“Right on.” Stacie nodded in Fat Amy’s direction.
“Okay so where am I taking Beca to?” Cynthia Rose asked, still positioned to lift Beca.
“How about my room?” Chloe, who had been sitting quietly next to Beca for some time now finally rejoined the conversation.
Beca tried to be cool, looking at Stacie. “Is that alright?”
Stacie nodded. “Yeah, sure, I was planning on going out after this anyway.”
“Great, then it’s settled.” Cynthia Rose said. “I’m carrying Beca to Chloe’s room.”
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They quickly discovered that Cynthia Rose couldn’t carry Beca up the stairs wedding-style. So it turned into Chloe and Cynthia Rose flanking Beca on each side in case she became dizzy after hitting her head.
“I feel like a fucking hospice patient.” Beca half-joked as they reached Chloe’s room and they helped her lie down on the bed.
“I got it from here, C. Rose thank you.” Chloe said, ushering her out and gently closing the door behind her. She turned off most of the lights in the room except for some string lights and a single lamp that emitted a soft pink glow.
“Wow, you went hardcore doctor out there.” Beca said a bit jokingly.
“This is like, my seventh year of school. If I can’t recognize a concussion when I see one I should just quit now and go back to clown camp with Aubrey.”
“Yeah I… I’m sorry BACK to clown camp?!?”
“It was a dark summer in middle school.”
“You owe me a story Beale.”
“I don’t owe you anything Mitchell.”
The two locked eyes from across the room and Beca felt her heart jump into her throat again. Good thing she was already lying down this time; nowhere to fall.
Beca relented. “How about an ice pack?”
Chloe nodded, a contented look crossing her face. “That I can do.”
She returned moments later with an ice pack, an extra blanket, and a box of chocolate chip cookies.
“Oh my God.” Beca stated when she saw the care package Chloe had assembled for her.
“I thought you might want the rest of these before they were devoured.” Chloe said, handing Beca the cookies.
Beca quickly opened the package and grabbed a cookie to chow down on. As she was popping the dessert into her mouth, she unthinkingly said “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Chloe said, perched on the side of her bed. She seemed more sincere than Beca was expecting. She awkwardly swallowed the large bite of cookie she had in her mouth in an attempt to change the topic as quickly as possible.
“So I’m concussed?” Beca asked, reaching for the blanket to put over her legs.
“Yep.” Chloe stated. “Couldn’t keep up with my choreo, huh?” She winked, handing Beca the ice pack. Beca didn’t want to talk about the real reason she injured herself: that she was too busy watching Chloe dance to pay attention to her own feet.
“You know I’m a notoriously bad dancer.”
“Is that why you always need my help during practice?”
“Yeah, if it wasn’t for you I would have done this like ten times already. I’m taking advantage of your veterinary health training.”
“Always good to be able to practice on someone who can give me feedback.”
“As long as you don’t shove a thermometer up my ass.”
“Well, Stacie IS gone for the rest of the night…”
“Watch it, Beale.”
The pair laughed for a second before settling into a comfortable silence. Chloe sat on the edge of the bed, tracing swirling patterns in her sheets. Beca looked around at the room she missed out on at the end of the last semester. It wasn’t all that different from her own; the only important difference was the girl she was in the room with.
When it became clear that Chloe wasn’t going to leave, Beca began to ask questions. “No plans tonight, huh? You’re not having a tinder-venture like Stacie or whatever the hell Amy is doing in our bedroom?”
Chloe chuckled. “No, nothing like that. I haven’t really gone out on a date in a while. Besides, I want to make sure you’re okay!” Chloe moved closer and fussed with Beca’s blanket.
“I appreciate the gesture, Chlo, but you’ve definitely got better things to be doing on a Friday night.”
“Nothing more important than you.” Chloe looked up, meeting Beca’s eyes and offering a smile. Beca sheepishly looked away. Was that as serious as it sounded? Probably not, right?
“Do you mind if I…?” Chloe trailed off, motioning to her covers.
“Do I mind if you sleep in your own bed? No, not at all, just help me get over into Stacie’s bed.” Beca began to push herself up with her arms.
“You don’t have to move, actually.” Chloe said. Another surprise.
“Are you sure? It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Please, Beca. It’ll be easier. I’ll even let you be the little spoon.”
Beca scoffed. “What makes you think I want to be the little spoon?”
“Don’t you?”
Beca hesitated. “…….Fine.” She scooted over and allowed Chloe to slide in next to her. She could feel the warmth from Chloe’s body contrasting the ice pack she had been holding to her head.
“Is this good for concussions too?”
“Yep. Vet’s orders.” Chloe said as she settled in.
After a few minutes had passed, Beca spoke again.
“You know, I wanted this room really bad before we all moved in together.”
“Really? Aw Bec, you should have said something sooner. I’m sure Stacie and I would have been fine in your room-”
“It’s not really about the room. More like, the roommate.” Beca felt her stomach drop as she began to hint at her feelings for Chloe.
“Oh.” Chloe just said back.
Oh God. Oh fuck I’ve ruined everything I can’t believe I just came onto her like that-
”That’s really sweet of you Bec.”
Beca couldn’t believe it. The world was still intact, somehow. She inched backward into Chloe, and felt the redhead silently move closer to her at the same time. They fell asleep with their legs tangled, both tired from the long day.
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The next morning Beca woke up early to a throbbing in the back of her head.
Ah, fuck. Beca thought to herself as she reached back to rub the tender part of her scalp, still half asleep. She was surprised to grab onto a face just behind her own.
“Good morning to you too.” Chloe said, muffled by Beca’s hand.
Beca turned over. “Shit. Sorry about that. What time is it?”
“Like… 8:30 on a Saturday. Are you late for morning yoga?”
“Fuck you.” Beca laughed and poked Chloe’s shoulder. “Ah man. I really stayed in here the whole night.”
“And you only snored a little bit.” Chloe joked, still lying down on the pillow.
“She’s feisty in the morning!” Beca retorted, eliciting a smile from Chloe. They were face to face now. Inches from each other. Beca watched the soft morning light filter in over Chloe’s face. Her hair was shining. She could see each fleck of gold in Chloe’s big blue eyes. Beca couldn’t help but think how beautiful she looked.
The moments passed by silently as the girls enjoyed the most intimate moment either of them had experienced in a long time.
“Beca?”
“Yeah Chloe?”
“Would you be okay if I kissed you right now?”
Beca didn’t even give herself time to think before blurting out “Yes.” And in an instant, Chloe’s mouth was on hers. The kisses were delicate and sleepy, but full of the spark that had been building between them since the first time they sang together. When they needed to pull away for air, Beca took a moment to marvel at what was happening. “Woah.” She said, a look of incredulity on her face. “Did Chloe Beale just kiss me?”
Chloe nodded and the biggest smile spread across her face. “Sure did, Beca Mitchell.”
Chloe dove back in for more kisses and Beca eagerly responded, only interrupted by Beca’s brief cries of pain when Chloe’s hand accidentally wandered to the bump on the back of her head.
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That afternoon Beca made her way back down the hall to her bedroom so she could get ready for the day. She ran into Fat Amy eating a popsicle on her bed.
“Amy, you’ll never believe what happened this morning.” Beca began.
“Let me guess, you finally sealed the deal with ginger?”
“How did-“
“It was my plan all along Beca! Do you think it’s a coincidence that I kicked you out of the room last night?”
“I thought you were seeing someone. ones. whatever.”
“I lied so you could get into Chloe’s room and make some music with your mouths.”
“Amy!”
“I TOLD you I would always give you ample warning when I had any gentleman callers! Because I’m a decent roommate, Beca, and I’m even better because I got you hooked up with your ladycrush.”
“Was it your plan for me to get a concussion too?”
“Sometimes you just have to seize the moment.” Fat Amy said, swinging her popsicle around emphatically.
“Wait a minute. Aren’t those the ones I bought?” Beca said, nodding at the popsicle.
“Ah yeah. See. I may have taken the last one as a reward for being a fantastic matchmaker-slash-roommate. I figured helping you get with Chloe would outweigh my poor decisions.”
Beca rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky Chloe is so great, otherwise you would owe me a new box of popsicles.”
Hard not to be inspired after our dreamlike reunion at the US Open today.
The B is for Beca after all, right?
So let’s pick up where @isthemusictoblame and @snowbritt left off with their adorable fame AU with something on the steamier side, shall we?
Rated M for mmmmmhm
(social media au also via @isthemusictoblame)
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“Why didn’t you wear a dress?” Beca asks, breath hot against Chloe’s neck.
They’re in a green room somewhere in the maze of hallways of Arthur Ashe Stadium. Chloe’s not one hundred percent sure that it’s private, but it was empty when they arrived, complimentary refreshments stocked and untouched. Someone could—and probably will—crash their private party at any moment.
“Didn’t think we’d be doing this here.” She bites her lip through a moan as Beca works the button of Chloe’s pinstripe shorts loose. Warm, wet lips glide down her neck and she knows Beca’s being cautious and courteous even as Chloe shrugs her blazer off her shoulders to fall to the floor to give Beca unfettered access to her neck and chest. Her hands find Beca’s waist and mostly just hold on, though sometimes they sneak lower to squeeze the slight, soft curves of her backside.
“You should know better,” Beca whispers before kissing her. Chloe knows she’s doing it to keep her quiet and she braces herself, best she can standing upright against the door, as she feels Beca’s hand slip down the front of her shorts and into her underwear. There’s no teasing or hesitation in her touch and Chloe moans as fingers slip between her legs to touch her.
“This looks so good on you,” Beca continues once Chloe reins in her moans to be little more than heavy breaths. Her mouth is on Chloe’s chest again, on all the bare skin on display above her spaghetti-strapped top, and she feels lips tracing one of the gold necklaces down from her neck. The one, she knows, leads to the gold letter ‘B’ that hangs from it.
It feels like a brand, makes her feel possessed, in a proud way. She is Beca’s and Beca is hers and it’s on display for anyone to see. And, she thinks as Beca gives it a tug, charm between her lips, that Beca likes that, too.
It’s not going to take Chloe long; it’s too much of a thrill, this rushed, desperate moment that Beca initiated. It’s risky behavior and they both know it, which only makes it even sexier.
“Harder,” she begs and hears Beca’s quiet groan in response as she does as requested.
It makes her moan and Beca’s quick to lift her head and shush her but she doesn’t kiss her. Instead, Chloe feels her hovering, feels her quick breaths against her own lips as she pushes Chloe closer and closer to the edge.
She doesn’t warn Beca; she doesn’t need to. They’re so attuned to one another by now that she knows Beca knows how close she is and she lets her voice break past a whimper as she climaxes because Beca will help her stay quiet.
She waits for Beca to kiss her but instead, Beca’s hand covers her mouth.
It’s unexpected and feels somehow dirty and when her eyes flutter open for a moment, almost involuntarily in her ecstasy, Beca’s watching her with the look she always gets when she makes Chloe come: it’s an awestruck kind of pride that makes Chloe feel like she’s giving Beca a gift when she’s the one overcome with pleasure.
“I love you,” she sighs when it passes and Beca’s hand slides from her mouth, down to rest on Chloe’s shoulder.
“I love you, too,” Beca answers as she leans in to kiss her, sensual and slowly, in the way Chloe knows means that Beca’s worked up but trying to restrain herself.
Chloe strains to listen through the door behind her, for the sound of approaching voices or anything that may interrupt them, but all she can hear are the same muffled voices over walkie talkies in the distance that they passed in the tunnel on the way to where they are now. She knows they’ve pressed their luck more than enough today, but intimacy with Beca has always been like a drug to Chloe. She makes poor choices—or, maybe not poor choices but choices that have led to potentially compromising positions more than once in their precious few months together—when they’re this close.
She lets her hands fall to Beca’s skirt to start pulling it up her thighs.
“What are you doing?” Beca asks but her lips are already curling into a knowing smile.
“Making the most of you wearing a dress.” She smiles and lifts her head from the door to kiss Beca. She starts to turn them, only for her ankles to be caught and she giggles when she stops to crouch and pull her shorts back into place. She grabs her blazer, too, and tosses it onto a nearby chair.
She has half a mind to guide Beca to that chair, but doing so will cost them vital seconds of warning if they move off the door.
So she turns them and presses Beca to the door with a firm kiss and picks up where she left off, gathering Beca’s skirt in her hands to lift it up until it’s at her waist and she sinks to her knees.
“Wasn’t expecting what?” Chloe asks with wide, innocent eyes as she looks up at Beca and kisses the soft, warm skin of her inner thigh.
Beca doesn’t answer, she just huffs a bit of a laugh and lets her head fall back against the door just as Chloe had done so recently.
She doesn’t bother sliding the mauve-colored thong down Beca’s legs; they need to be ready to be presentable at a moment’s notice, so she moves it to the side, careful to keep Beca’s skirt up and out of the way as well, so her tongue can reach Beca and the wetness between her thighs.
“Fuck!” Beca’s voice is high, strained, and Chloe glances up just in time to watch her cover her own mouth, just as she’d done for Chloe.
Chloe tries to be quick about it as well and has to keep reminding herself every time Beca groans in impatience that they don’t have time to waste. She can spend all the time she wants doing this when they get back to whomever’s house they’ll end up at tonight, but for now, she needs to be efficient.
She knows what Beca needs, had figured it out that first lust-filled night together, that all it takes for Beca to fall apart is the kind of softness that would do little more than torture Chloe. But Beca...the number of times her back arched that night in Chloe’s bed...it had felt counterintuitive at the time. Chloe can be rough, demanding with her mouth and Beca will writhe and moan and beg for more and she’ll eventually get there, but if Chloe eases off, licks at her gently, blows cool air over her heated, wet flesh, it makes her come apart with almost startling quickness.
So she does that now. She’s gentle. Soft. Slow. She hears Beca gasp above her and her hips rock forward a second later and she’s gone, shuddering as Chloe touches light kisses to her that help draw it out for Beca longer.
Beca’s impressively quiet, nothing but deep, unsteady breaths.
Chloe sits back once she’s calm and runs her thumb along the edge of her lower lip to wipe away the wetness that gathered there.
“You’re so hot,” Beca says, still winded, as she looks down at Chloe.
Chloe waggles her eyebrows and smiles. “Still didn’t smudge?” She tucks Beca’s underwear back into place and drops her skirt before using a hold on Beca’s hips to pull herself back to her feet. She puckers her lips playfully and then smiles.
Beca, still wearing the flush of arousal in her cheeks, smiles back. “God bless Revlon.”
“You should’ve worn it, too,” Chloe says as she drags her thumb around Beca’s lips as she’d done her own, only to help wipe away the lipstick that had traveled due to their kissing. She moans when Beca takes Chloe’s thumb into her mouth briefly to suck on it.
Yeah, tonight’s definitely going to be fun when they finally get home.
“Restroom?” Beca asks after releasing Chloe’s thumb. “We can walk back in here like we weren’t just having sex.”
“Finished gambling for the day?” Chloe grabs her blazer and tosses it over her shoulders.
“I think it’s enough that we’re letting people know we’re dating.” Beca slips her hand into Chloe’s and pulls her in close again to kiss her. “I don’t think we need to make headlines for public indecency the same day.”
Chloe hums against her lips. She’s warm and content and, as she has been every day since meeting Beca, happy to be so lucky as to be with this incredible woman. “Wanna save that one for tomorrow?”
Beca kisses her once more and reaches for the doorknob with a smirk, and (Chloe dutifully notes) does not answer her question.
