"Jesus Christ…" Beca mumbled as Chloe nipped along the expanse of the skin available along her neck. She wasn't suave at all with pressing the elevator floor their room was on. "Is this actually happening," Beca whispered running her hands through ginger locks.
"This fucking dress," Chloe mumbled running her hand up Beca's thigh. This elevator couldn't move fast enough.
The doors jolted open to their floor and Beca immediately reddened, not because of the intense make out session her and Chloe were wrapped in, but at the group of guys (undoubtedly going out for round two) standing beyond the open elevator doors in complete satisfaction at what they were witnessing.
"Chlo," Beca said clearing her throat and attempting to lower her dress. But Chloe didn't seem to care about anything other than staring at Beca with eyes hooded as she continued looking at Beca as if she was her prey.
"Please, don't let us stop you beautiful ladies," one of the guys wolf whistled making Beca extremely uncomfortable.
"Fuck off, would you?" Beca grunted as she grabbed Chloe's hand and led her down the hall. She hated derogatory comments and expected Chloe to add in a snarky comment as well. She wasn't expecting Chloe to still be looking at her as if she was about to get devoured. It made her nervous and her heart flutter.
"I'd like to do more than that," the guy whistled watching as Chloe and Beca walked down the hall. Under normal circumstances, Beca would've turned around and decked the guy so hard that he would've needed a nose job.
But this wasn't normal circumstance; she was with Chloe Beale after all and said Chloe Beale was still holding onto her waist.
"Sorry boys, she's all mine," Chloe stopped to turn and wink at the group of horny boys as they finally got on the elevator and clearly disagreed with their choices.
"Is that so, Miss Beale?" Beca said biting her lip once they were alone in the hall again. Hearing Chloe call her 'hers' was a total fucking turn-on.
"You'll see how mine you are," Chloe said nudging Beca to open the door to their room brushing the brunette hair over Beca's shoulder and lightly kissing a bare patch of skin as Beca fumbled to open the door.
Once inside, Beca tried to get a little distance as she walked over to the couch in front of the king-sized bed.
They stood silent for a moment taking a breather and Beca couldn't help but think about the past hour and how drastically everything had changed between them. Chloe took note of how flush Beca's face still was and how Beca was still making her heart hammer uncontrollably in her chest. She worried for a moment if Beca had changed her mind… Or maybe she had misread things… Or…
"Are you sure about this, Chloe? You-I-We… We have been drinking and nothing needs to happen, really…" Beca said finally taking a seat on the couch and avoiding eye contact at all costs.
Beca had imagined this moment countless times a day, but she had thought if this were to ever happen she would make it really special for Chloe, because that's what she deserved. She didn't deserve Beca going all fifteen-year-old-horndog and making Chloe come apart against a club bathroom sink, though, she couldn't deny that she flushed at how heated just the memory got her.
"Is that what you think I want?" Chloe said kneeling in front of Beca with her brows furrowed reaching up to cup Beca's cheek. She thought she'd been pretty open (and rather vocal) about exactly what she had wanted.
"I don't um… I don't want you to do anything you don't want," Beca stated shyly fiddling with edge of her dress.
"I want YOU, Beca, I always did, you just-you just hurt me," Chloe sighed looking into the dark blue eyes she had fallen for long ago.
"I kno-I know I did, we just... I just…I love you, Chlo, I always have and I'm sorry," Beca said as tears formed and she quickly lifted her knuckles to wipe them away before she crossed over to the 'ugly crying' phase. And that was about the least attractive she could get.
"I know, Beca… If the past month has proved anything, I know you are…" Chloe whispered back tucking some brunette strands behind Beca's ear and ghosting her fingertips over Beca's bare thigh. "I still don't understand why you don't think you're enough for me."
"Because… You're CHLOE FREAKIN' BEALE. Only like the hottest woman in the world with the best heart, and I'm just this little tortured soul with so many issues," Beca trailed off refusing to let the tears fall.
"Beca… Do you even realize what you're saying? You literally had everyone throwing themselves at you at that club and don't even get me started on your moves at the strip club, you've got this undeniable swagger that got under my skin the first time we met and you don't even realize it. It's kinda one of the hottest things about you," Chloe said leaning up to press her lips to Beca's gaining a soft sigh from the brunette.
"Swagger she says," Beca smirked with a slight eye roll.
"Also, do you know what kind of pressure you put a girl under knowing that you haven't been with anyone since our night together? That's a lot to live up to, you know?" Chloe chuckled, upping her game to trace her fingers higher up on Beca's thigh and she couldn't help the smirk that formed feeling goosebumps form along Beca's skin.
"I've never wanted to be with anyone else. You're it for me…You always have been," Beca whispered back finally gazing up to meet Chloe's eyes.
Without much more than a deep breath, Beca felt Chloe stand up and swiftly push her on the bed behind her all while tugging both of Beca's hands above her head.
"Shit…" Beca mumbled as Chloe sat back above her and pulled her little black dress over her head giving Beca about the best view in the world. A nearly naked Chloe Beale made her almost lose consciousness.
"See something you like, Mitchell?" Chloe winked leaning down to continue her assault along Beca's neck. Beca couldn't help but roam her hands down Chloe's sides and attempt to unhook her red bra. "No – no touching."
"What? Chloe that's not fair, we already played that stupid game at the strip club," Beca panted as Chloe raised Beca's hands above her head again.
"This is about you, let me do this," Chloe breathed against Beca's neck pulling away to tug the dress over Beca's head. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to get you out of that dress."
"I think I have an idea," Beca said as her breath caught in her throat and was left feeling very exposed.
"So beautiful," Chloe said pulling back to sit upright and drink Beca in as she trailed her long fingers down Beca's chest slowly.
Beca was getting impatient with whatever it was that Chloe was doing and couldn't help but grind her hips slightly against Chloe for some type of relief.
Just as Beca was sure things were about to get even more interesting, she heard Chloe's ringtone (with what she swore was one of her mashups) going off in her bag across the room and briefly lost focus on what was happening.
"They will call you if it's an emergency," Chloe said never taking her eyes off the woman below her.
"Well, if it's who I think it is, it very well could be," Beca rasped swallowing a gulp of air she desperately needed to find as Chloe began kneading the fabric of her bra.
Not even a minute later, Beca's phone began blaring out Dashboard Confessional's 'Stolen' from her phone's spot on the floor near the bed.
"Should I get that?" Chloe smirked skimming her fingers across Beca's inner thigh.
"They should probably learn to figure things out themselves," Beca challenged pushing her knee harder into Chloe's center earning a moan from the redhead.
"Good plan," Chloe beamed leaning back down to hook her fingers around Beca's back to unhook her bra. Chloe swore it matched the color of her navy eyes. The article of clothing was hurriedly thrown across the room joining the others.
If this had been anyone else, Beca would've felt self-conscious, but Chloe made her feel wanted and beautiful in ways she couldn't even understand.
Chloe let one hand drag down to hook onto Beca's waist and kept the other tightly holding Beca's hands in place as she brought her mouth to circle around Beca's nipple, biting gently at first but was soon spurred on by Beca's groans and the slight bucking of her hips.
"Sh-shit," Beca hummed out freeing one hand to tangle in the ginger locks below her. Chloe grinned against her skin and Beca was sure she was going to leave a mark.
"Well, aren't you full of surprises?!" Chloe exclaimed pulling back slightly to touch her fingers over a small heart with the initials 'CB' etched permanently on Beca's chest right above her heart. "Becs, I had no idea you had this…"
"Well, you did say I was all yours, huh?" Beca chuckled nervously completely ignoring the soft ringing in the background.
"Besides, I had no idea you had that, I've wanted to touch it all day" Beca continued as she glanced down to Chloe's ribcage aching to touch the writing along her soft skin.
"It, or me?" Chloe winked and leaned back down to scatter kisses over the bare skin on Beca's chest.
"Chloe… You are killing me right now," Beca squirmed attempting to gain more friction.
"Patience, love," Chloe hushed allowing Beca to tangle her hand back in her hair.
"I think I've been ver-very pat-patient," Beca huffed trying to formulate the words as Chloe hooked her fingers around Beca's last remaining piece of clothing and pushed her lacy underwear tantalizingly slowly down her legs.
"Fuck Beca, you are so wet," Chloe teased rubbing just outside of where Beca wanted her the most and leaned to bite along the insides of her thighs.
"Fu-fuck!" Beca grunted arching her back off the bed and gripping her other hand onto Chloe's shoulder.
"Is that what you want?" Chloe smiled against the brunette's warm skin and continued to pepper kisses along her inner thigh.
"What?" Beca gasped.
"Is that what you want? Me to fuck you?" Chloe said lifting her head to meet Beca's nearly-black eyes and slowly pushed a finger inside to tease her.
"YES, yes Chloe, please. Please, I need you," Beca nearly came off the bed and fell apart right there listening to how dirty Chloe was talking. Fuck, it was hot.
Before Beca could say anymore, she felt lips on her center as Chloe's fingers continued to push in and out gradually at first.
"Shi-shit, Chloe, so hot, har-harder," Beca mumbled roughly pulling at Chloe's scalp to push her exactly where she wanted her and nearly begged her to increase her speed.
But Jesus Christ if this wasn't the best feeling in the fucking world, she didn't know what was.
Chloe's movements and tongue continued sucking, nipping, and moving in all right ways and she could tell Beca was close by her increasing moans and movements. Beca's fingers scraped along the redhead's shoulder harshly trying to gain more contact.
Chloe hummed along the inside of Beca trying to push her over the edge. She wanted nothing more than to hear her name on Beca's lips as she came.
She increased her speed and slowly removed her mouth to get exactly what she wanted from the brunette.
"Come on, Beca. Come for me," Chloe purred softly against Beca's bundle of nerves.
"Chlo…Chloe…. I-I'm….FUCK," Beca gasped throwing her head back against the bedsheets untangling her hand from Chloe's hair as she finally, FINALLY orgasmed.
And FUCK. Beca remembered their first time being fucking amazing, but this.
This was something else entirely. Fuck.
Chloe watched Beca's chest as she tried to regain her breath and came up to kiss the brunette allowing Beca to fully taste herself.
"So, was it worth your wait, Miss Mitchell?" Chloe chuckled kissing along every inch of Beca's face.
"You were always worth the wait, and by the way, I think you broke me, Beale, no actually, I know you did," Beca said with a fake whine and threw her head dramatically into the pillows.
"That's too bad, guess we don't need to continue then," Chloe teased and felt her back suddenly pinned to the bed.
"I said me. I don't recall mentioning anything about you," Beca smiled pushing her knee between Chloe's legs to elicit a soft groan of approval.
Beca made quick work of Chloe's bra and bit all along the tattoo on Chloe's ribcage. A silent pledge that she would show Chloe that she belonged to no one but her.
Beca was fully determined to see just how high Chloe's belt could really go.
Beca wasn't sure how long they had been lying there. Hours had probably passed and she could see the sun beginning to peak out over the skyline, but she couldn't go to sleep. Not after tonight.
She was afraid that if she closed her eyes, the redhead wrapped naked around her snuggly would vanish from her life again, and Beca had a feeling that Chloe was thinking the same thing.
But neither of them spoke of it.
"Maybe I should've had David Guetta and his sick beats make an appearance a while ago, huh?" Beca smirked.
"Shut up," Chloe groaned wrapping her arms tighter around the tiny brunette's waist.
"Guess I was right about one thing after all though," Beca whispered kissing Chloe's forehead softly.
"Hm?" Chloe hummed nuzzled into Beca's neck.
"I did know where we would end up tonight after all," Beca chuckled scratching lightly at the redhead's scalp.
"Hey – watch it Mitchell!" Chloe huffed against Beca's skin with a dramatic poke to the brunette's ribs.
The room filled with a contented silence again briefly.
"Can you tell me why you wear this ring, please?" Beca said lifting Chloe's ring finger to her lips kissing it softly.
Chloe bit her lip, contemplating whether to tell Beca…
"Well… It's a bit of a long story," Chloe started nervously rubbing up and down Beca's side.
"I've got all the time in the world," Beca said back fully intent on learning all about why this ring had taken its place upon the most important finger of Chloe's hand.
"Orrrrrrr maybe you don't," Chloe groaned upon hearing Beca's phone ring, again.
"Guess they aren't going to stop until one of us answers," Beca groaned reaching on the floor behind her to see Stacie's number flashing on her screen. She quickly moved back under the blankets and allowed Chloe to wrap around her again.
"Stace, this better be like life or death… I'm so serious," Beca sighed into the phone and tried to listen as Chloe began placing butterfly kisses down her jaw and collarbone.
Chloe was fully content on distracting Beca and listened as she tried to have a conversation with their friend, she only heard Beca's half of the conversation "Uh huh" "Right," "Yeah," "Yes I'm with Chloe", "Fine, Jesus Christ Stace, we will come down there…"
"You are evil," Beca said dropping the phone back to the floor and kissing Chloe fully.
"Not what you were saying an hour ago, Mitchell, I believe it was more along the lines of calling me God," Chloe giggled as she watched Beca blush.
"So, um…. Amy and Aubrey got arrested; we should probably head down to the station, do you see what happens when we leave them alone, Beale?" Beca laughed placing a kiss to Chloe's cheek.
"It's probably like going to take them awhile to get there, right?" Chloe winked as her lips made their way down Beca's body for the third time that night.
"We can probably wait awhile…" Beca moaned in content.