Beca was fine.

Amazing, incredible, stupendous, above the clouds, even.

Does it really matter if all the adjectives are about how horny she feels?

Amazingly, incredibly, stupendously, above the clouds horny.

Feeling like a teenage boy isn't her fault though. It's all Chloe Fucking Beale's fault.

That girl is on her way to be the death of Beca Effin Mitchell.

"You okay, Bec?" Stacie asked, her eyes not leaving the screen in front of them.

"Um" Beca realised the sound that made its way through her mouth was a gasp for air "Yeah" finding strenght to increase the lie, she added the "Just fine."

Chloe, on the other side of the room and currently being bathed by the low light of the tv, dared to giggle. It was just another ridiculously predictable romantic shit, but for Beca, it was safer than accidentaly glancing at Chloe and catch her slowly licking her fingers to clean the salt of the popcorn off of them.

Again.

"I..." her mouth released the sound before her brain actually had words to follow a sentence "I'm going to the bathroom, don't..." she started getting up and made the mistake to look at the redhead at that exact time and suddenly there were no words, oxygen or filter "no need to pause it."

Both girls noded and she turned to leave but not before seeing the smirk in Chloe's lips.

She made her way to the bathroom on the second floor, only to have the excuse to take longer. After closing the bathroom door behind her, Beca sat on the floor, feeling the discomfort between her legs but refusing to do anything about it now. She took the phone out of her back pocket, unlocked it as fast as humanly possible and searched for Jesse's contact to type a text.

dude, i'm not making out of here today ALIVE

Almost immediately, three dots appeared on the screen, but before the answer could be delivered, the bathroom door opened and Chloe Fucking Beale rushed in, closing it gently behind her.

Beca locked the screen and froze on the floor. The standing redhead seemed amused but impatient.

"Are you going to stay there?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Beca couldn't bring herself out of the current enchantment that aired the room. The only way out was in.

"Probably. It's" Chloe chose that moment to unbotton her shirt in the most painful and slow way possible, making sure that Beca's gaze was on the black lace bra she was wearing. "... s-safer."

"And what happens if I join you?"

Before Beca's brain could formulate an answer to why that was a bad idea, her thoughts were suddenly very, very, very cloudy, as Chloe decided that was the perfect time to straddle Beca's lap on the floor.

"You can't just... Um... " the brunette couldn't formulate a coherent sentence (about why they shouldn't do anything there with her friend just downstairs) when there was Chloe Fucking Beale shirtless, with a lace black bra, on top of her, leaning in, with hands on both sides of her neck, pulling the bodies even closer. "Do that thing with Stacie in the room..."

Beca moaned as Chloe bit her ear lobe and lead her lips to the brunette's neck.

"Sorry" she said, even without looking one bit regretful "But, can you do me a quick favor?"

"Mmhmm"

"Shut up."

And Beca does, she shuts up and uses Chloe's lips to do so. Her hands easily find the redhead's hips, pulling their bodies closer. And as fast as the kiss started, it also deepened, the tongues doing an intense kind of dance, giving Beca's body a weird feeling of warmth. Chloe's hands were everywhere, pulling her close and at every touch, bursting Beca's skin into flames. They only broke apart out of biological necessity and even so, Chloe was roughly sucking and biting Beca's lower lip. The (evil) redhead knew what would follow those actions.

Filled with adrenaline, Beca got into automatic and did what seemed impossible for her thin arms. The brunette placed her hands on Chloe's thighs and pulled them with her while getting up. She slammed Chloe against the wall as the redhead wrapped her legs around Beca's waist.

They hungrily pressed their lips together once again, as Beca pushed the redhead further into the wall, trying to push their bodies impossibly closer.

Why was this a bad idea before?

Like she was able to read minds, Chloe started to pull Beca's t-shirt off. Still pressed against the wall by the owner of said shirt, she broke their kiss and took it off all the way. The redhead, then, began a trail of open mouthed kisses on Beca's neck, leaving her hands free to work on Beca's recently uncovered skin.

A weird buzz filled Beca's ear and she found herself capable of noticing her phone vibrating on the floor. Mentally kicking the person that was interrupting this moment (she could see it was a text from Stacie) and against her primal need, she slowly putted Chloe down. Said action didn't stop the redhead's neck kisses, which made it extra hard for Beca to concentrate on the screen in front of her.

i can't aca-believe you're gonna miss the end of the movie! her tall friend had typed.

"Chlo, we have t-god, Chloe" Beca moaned as the redhead decided that was the perfect moment to suck harder on Beca's neck "We have to go."

Chloe hesitantly detached herself from Beca's body, making the brunette already miss the contact.

"Rain check?"

Beca gave the redhead a reassuring smile and looked for her shirt on the floor. She put it on and was on her way to leave when she felt hands grasping on the material of the shirt. Beca felt Chloe's lips on her and found herself not wanting to end the contact so soon. It made her head fuzzy, her stomach twirl and her legs tremble.

They parted and Beca felt the dumb smile making its way to her lips, so she quickly exited the room and went downstairs, just to find a dark living room and a bored Stacie. The movie credits were on the screen and she could see that maybe she lost track of time. A bit.

"Had fun?"

What?

"What?"

"I said 'you done?'." Stacie spoke with a sided smile.

"Yeah" Beca felt another presence entering the room, and as Chloe made herself visible, a shiver went through the brunette's body "Just got a bit distracted." Chloe made her way back to the couch, wearing clothes and a smirk. "Anyway, I need to go now, nerds."

"Wait there, smalls! Don't forget that tomorrow you have a date." Stacie gasped for Beca's attention, before she could flee.

"A date?" the unsual quiet Chloe made her way to the conversation.

Beca started to hyperventilate in this weird scenario, because there was no date scheduled. Not tomorrow. Not ever.

"Yeah! With us." Stacie for the good love of god explained and gave both Beca and Chloe air to breathe. "You'll help us set the Bellas monthly gathering!"

"Why do you have to do that? It's so lame, for fucks sake." the brunette rolled her eyes "And maybe no? I'm not feeling like partying much?" it sounded more like questions than definite answers but it made Stacie and Chloe look afronted.

"You have to come, Becs." Chloe said and Stacie nodded as to verify the statement "I saw the sign..."

As Stacie was about to start harmonizing, Beca interrupted "Don't start that, god." she rolled her eyes at the memory of that cursed song "But we see each other every day! I mean, there is no sane reason for a monthly gather-"

"Beca" this time, Chloe stopped her "It will be fun."

It was said in such a way that made the brunette's entire body shiver.

"Okay! Fine! Whatever. I'm going now, bye nerds."

Beca's brilliant scape was cut off when Chloe followed her.

"What are you doing?"

Said question gave her the bluest eyes that ever existed and a smile that could stop wars and cure diseases. She almost tripped on her own feet, damn you Chloe Fucking Beale.

"Walking you out." Chloe said innocently "And maybe persuading you." the smile that appeared then wasn't so innocent, but no one was complaining.

"Wha-"

The redhead pressed their lips together and placed her hands in Beca's hips. Before the brunette could react, the motions ended and she found herself missing again the warm contact.

"Bye, Becs."

Not trusting herself with words, Beca just tried to exit the porch and almost tripped again on the steps. She looked back once and found Chloe smiling at her, feeling a weird energy fill her insides.

She walked the one minute walk home with a dumb smile on her lips. Avoided her father trying to get her to participate on family's activities and went straight to her bedroom.

As she laid on the bed and played the night back in her mind, she stared at the ceiling, still feeling the taste of the chocolate Chloe had during the movie.

She felt her phone buzz on the back pocket and it reminded her of Jesse.

It wasn't Jesse though.

There were three from him and a brand new one from Chloe.

Afraid of the redhead, she opened Jesse's ones and found herself laughing hard.

        but u'd be satisfied!!!! dead... and satisfied!!!!

DETS

oh god bec did u actually die???? do i need to call 911 and send them across the street? into chloe's room? probably in her bed?????

         An answer was quickly made and sent.

      god why are you like this? didn't die. no dets. bye.

         Having nowhere else to go, she opened Chloe Fucking Beale's text.

         hope I was able to convince you ;)

         The words flew out of her without a thought.

         you could say that, beale.