61A/N: I tried to make these two idiots in love stay in their little T-rated world, but they didn't want that. They really, really wanted to venture to the M-rated world. And they ventured deep.
"Bed?" Chloe mumbles against Beca's neck and Beca's sure she's never been able to feel a word before this moment. She feels that word to the very core of her being.
She hears the moan that escapes her lips and considers being embarrassed by it until she hears Chloe echo it. She nods and drops her legs from where they're wrapped around Chloe's waist. She doesn't even remember how or when she ended up being the one on her back on the couch. There's a fuzzy memory of being pushed up and shoved onto her back. Her body seems to remember more than her mind and a shiver runs right down her spine.
She feels teeth against the curve of her neck in response followed by the swipe of a tongue and the loss of Chloe's weight atop her. Her eyes struggle to open but when they do, she sees Chloe standing over her, hair a tousled mess and her face and neck tinted pink.
Chloe reaches her hand down to help Beca up so she takes it. Chloe pulls her up and off the couch and right into her arms and another kiss with such strength Beca feels like a rag doll.
"I've been waiting to do that for so long," Chloe says when they part.
"Do what?" Beca can hear the way Chloe's winded and it does things to her. "Yank me off the couch like I'm nothing?"
"Oh, baby," Chloe purrs at her - she purrs - as her hands travel along Beca's silhouette until they're framing the curves of her ass, "you're everything."
The whole event - the pet name, the tone, the sentiment, the touch - makes Beca's knees weaken and she leans into Chloe, supporting herself by holding on to her shoulders. "Okay, wow," she says with an airy laugh. She feels drunk and knows it has nothing to do with the three beers she drank. "That's...yeah."
Chloe smiles at her and tightens her grip, even lifting a little and Beca lets it lift her right to Chloe's lips. Her hold on Beca takes her forward a step, then another, and another until they're shuffling across the floor. It's not far from the couch to the bed and they come to a stop after a few more paces. The light, teasing kisses they shared along the short journey turn passionate again and Beca feels so hot she wishes she could shed the very skin Chloe's lips are touching.
She returns Chloe's kiss with what she can only hope is as much passion as Chloe is sharing with her as she lets her weight pitch forward ever so slightly. She trusts Chloe to either carry her across the line or back them up if she wants to, but she wants Chloe to know she's in.
She's all in.
Her answer comes by Chloe dropping away from her kiss.
Beca looks down to see Chloe sitting on the edge of her bed just as she parts her knees to make space for Beca and the sight makes her dizzy. She lifts her hands to frame Chloe's face, looking up at her with so much lust and desire Beca's not sure what to do.
Chloe doesn't make her figure it out. Her hands travel around Beca's waist until they're easing under her hoodie. They move with confidence, though slowly, over the warm skin of Beca's lower back. They mold to the arch of her spine and slide higher until fingertips nick the band of her bra and Beca braces herself for Chloe to unhook it right here and right now.
Instead, her hands retreat and move along parallel paths around her waist until they're on Beca's stomach. Chloe leans forward to rest her forehead against Beca's torso and she's acutely aware that the positioning all but has Chloe's face in her breasts. She's still, as though she's resting, and Beca manages to bring her hands up to comb through Chloe's messy curls and hold her there, face to her sternum, hands on her stomach.
Beca can see her breathing; it's deep and slow and the moment seems eternal.
It lasts so long that Beca can't stand it anymore.
She eases a hand out of Chloe's hair and snags the pocket of her sweatshirt. The move seems to go unnoticed until she pulls on it.
She pulls on it enough that it lifts an inch. She's not quite sure if Chloe noticed while her hands explored that Beca isn't wearing anything under her hoodie. She hopes that it's okay given what she's about to do.
She hears Chloe notice it by the deep breath she takes. She pulls a little more and Chloe leans back enough to let the garment move between them. It happens in slow motion: Beca watches her own hand grip the hoodie with purpose and lifts it steadily. It lifts until she's raising her arms over her head to pull it up and off to drop it to the floor.
Chloe doesn't move an inch, not until it's gone. She observes it with a level of wonder that Beca feels all too unworthy of but she doesn't denounce it. Her hands stay rooted where they'd been: flat against Beca's stomach. Beca can feel her breath now against her bare skin and she can feel its pace increase, can see Chloe's posture start to shift to lift her chin see what's been revealed.
It's not the first time Chloe has seen her topless; not the first by far. But it feels as though it is as reverently as Chloe is taking her in.
She watches Chloe's eyes move from her own hands and higher until they're on Beca's chest. Her hands follow the path of her eyes. They slide higher and higher, straight up until her fingers bend and flow over Beca's curves until they're covered.
And then they squeeze.
Beca tries to watch it but the sensation is overwhelming and it makes her head tip back.
She feels the warmth of Chloe's lips next, soft and tender above her navel. Then higher. And higher until Beca feels them against the inner curve of her right breast.
It makes her gasp for air and that seems to serve as encouragement for Chloe. The kisses come faster, more fervent, higher along the curve until she's dropping down only to make her way up the left.
Beca's hands are restless, unsure where they should be now that they removed her top. They ball into fists and flex and strain as Chloe's lips - and now tongue - move over the skin available to her. Chloe's hands are restless, too, but in a way that feels purposeful. They glide and caress and scratch Beca's stomach and waist and back until Beca feels them playing at the edge of her bra, tracing the band from the center of her chest and around her sides until they meet in the middle again.
She hears the click of a fingernail clipping over the two small hooks followed by Chloe's hands smoothing over her back again, this time higher until her hands reach Beca's shoulders.
When they drag down, she uses her fingernails and Beca moans.
Chloe does it again and Beca drops her head down to watch Chloe's mouth on her chest. There's a small reddish-purple spot where Chloe's been tending to and a thrill rushes through her at being marked.
When Chloe's hands move to do it a third time, Beca's make up their mind and reach back to lift the hooks from their eyelets. She's about to release it when she hears Chloe.
It's quiet but distinct.
"Please."
Beca lets go and feels her bra loosen. It lifts, but not completely, and she watches Chloe. She's staring. Waiting. Her hands move until she's trailing her fingers along the soft lower curves of her breasts to hold them. It makes Beca's heart pound harder.
When she sees Chloe's tongue wet her lips, Beca gives in and strips it down her arms.
She hears Chloe whimper.
Her hands know where to go this time and they tangle in Chloe's hair. She doesn't pull or tug; she knows what's coming next and is willing to wait, but won't be willing to let it stop.
Chloe's eyes flick up at her and Beca holds her gaze as her hands curve to cup her breasts. Her touch is barely-there but it's enough to make Beca's breath stutter. She holds Beca's stare the endless length of time it takes for her lips to graze the tip of Beca's breast.
Beca's hands tighten in her hair and she feels like she should apologize but she can't. She can't even breathe let alone speak as she watches Chloe kiss her straining, pebbled flesh - and then lean to the left to kiss the other.
Her lips part and she watches her nipple be taken into Chloe's mouth.
It's all she can do to stay conscious. The only thing that keeps her from passing out is not wanting to miss a second of what it looks like to have Chloe at her breast.
She hears the desperation in her voice when she moans and feels the rush of air as it seems to spur Chloe. There's motion, quick and sure as Chloe's hands explore the newfound flesh. Her fingertips graze, then pinch, then pull on the right when her mouth suckles the left and Beca's knees genuinely give out.
She falls forward and her knees land between Chloe's parted legs as she tries to catch herself, a hand to Chloe's shoulder but not yet surrendering the grip she has on Chloe's hair. She's starting to utilize it now, to push Chloe closer and she was about to pull her back and have her change sides when she lost her balance.
Chloe moans and for a second Beca thinks it's from the pull of her hair. But then she feels Chloe shift against her knee and she realizes what's happened. She looks down to see for herself and has to lean to see around Chloe who is still dutifully at work. But what she's surmised what correct - her right knee landed squarely between Chloe's legs when she fell forward.
She's not sure if Chloe knows she knows so she gives an experimental lift and press. It's experimental but it's more than purposeful. It's firm. And direct.
It makes Chloe's mouth slip off her breast to moan, "Oh, God."
"I, uh," Beca starts, having to stop to wet her lips and swallow, "I think I need to lie down."
She can feel Chloe's energy shift and she meets her eyes. "Are you okay?" Chloe asks. She's awestruck, but Beca can tell she's ready to stop if Beca says the word.
Beca nods and eases her grip on Chloe's hair and manages to straighten her knees so she's upright again. "I think this...I think this would be better...horizontal. Lying down, I mean." She sees Chloe start to smile. "Bed, right?"
Chloe's smile broadens until she's almost grinning and she nods and starts to scoot backward until Beca stops her.
"Wait, wait. I just…" She hesitates. She considers and reconsiders. Then realizes Chloe's literally been licking her breasts and she quits hesitating. She reaches for the hem of Chloe's shirt and starts to lift it. "Take this off."
Chloe's arms raise to let Beca lift it up and away as she did her own hoodie. She tosses it aside and her fingers move immediately to trace the straps of the bra she's uncovered. It's pink and soft cotton and she follows them down her shoulders to the cups. She's about to reverse her motion to follow them up and down her back to unhook it but before she can, she feels it loosen and fall away.
Beca knows what she'll see; she's seen it countless times.
But never once has it been because Chloe is revealing herself to her. To show her. To invite her to her body. Not until tonight.
Her hands are hovering; they'd been ready to slide along the straps from the cups but the straps are gone and though her focus is on what's inches from her fingertips, she can feel Chloe watching her.
"Beca," Chloe whispers and Beca can hear the need in Chloe's voice.
She sees Chloe's hand moving, coming toward her own to guide her but Beca doesn't need it.
She reaches and covers Chloe's breasts with her hands and Beca knows there's no going back from this for her.
Chloe's voice breaks the silence. It's an airy but shrill sound, almost a squeak of surprise. Her hands fly to Beca's waist as though she had to steady herself despite being seated.
Her fingers swirl once, then graze over the tips. They're firm and stand in stark contrast to the softness of the surrounding flesh and Beca's not sure how she's ever supposed to stop touching them now that she's started.
Chloe decides for her. She pulls herself out of reach by backing away and moving fully onto her bed. She doesn't take her eyes off Beca and the magnetism is palpable. It seizes Beca and pulls her in and she doesn't remember deciding to move, but she's on her hands and knees crawling up the bed she's spent dozens of nights in to join her best friend who is in love with her and is topless.
Just like she is.
She watches Chloe lie down as she approaches and Beca has a distinct out-of-body feeling that she's watching all this happen, or maybe that she's dreaming or having a really good fantasy. Chloe's hands find her skin as soon as she's close enough and pull Beca down and onto her body and into a kiss she knows is real. It's a fantastical dream, but he knows it's real because she can feel the vibration of Chloe's moan in her fingers where they rest against Chloe's throat.
The sensation of her skin on Chloe's makes Beca's hips roll and she feels Chloe moan again. It's not enough so Beca shifts until she can slip her leg over Chloe's to better fit together. When she resettles, she's sure to press her thigh into Chloe and tries not to be too obvious that she's pressing herself against Chloe's.
Chloe's teeth nick Beca's lower lip at the contact and Beca feels her body roll beneath her. It's then that Beca feels her. She feels how this is affecting Chloe, even through Chloe's shorts and her own - well, Chloe's - pants. There's heat and moisture and she knows she's in a similar state herself.
She wonders if Chloe can feel it, too.
Hands roam over her back, down her shoulders to her waist and down again until they're on Beca's ass. They grasp and pull just as Chloe's knee bends and Beca feels guided right over Chloe's firm thigh.
"Fuck," she breathes before she kisses Chloe harder. Her hands are limited where they can go and what they can do as she holds herself up on one elbow, but her other moves from where it's rested along Chloe's neck to run down her side. She slows at the curve of Chloe's breast and lifts herself enough that her hand can fit between them; it's been far too many seconds since she touched her there.
She remembers how Chloe touched her, how her fingers were loving but bold and Beca returns the gesture with a firm pinch.
It makes Chloe's back arch beneath her and Beca has to break their kiss to watch it with awe.
Chloe is beautiful.
It also makes Beca's hips roll again and she falls into a slow rhythm. She pinches again and this time she's ready to watch the effect it has. She even twists it a little and her ears ring at the groan it pulls from Chloe.
It seems to make Chloe restless. She fights the slow, steady rhythm Beca's set as she rocks against Chloe again and again. Her hips lift and twist so Beca abandons her breast to reach down and catch the back of Chloe's knee. She pulls it up, hooks it around her own hip, and drops her mouth back to Chloe's as she speeds up her pace.
She knows Chloe has to feel it now; her pants - Chloe's pants - are soaked through and she can feel Chloe's against her own thigh. It makes her plunder Chloe's mouth with her tongue in a desperate, filthy way and it makes Chloe react.
Beca feels the hands that have been clinging to her ass to keep encouraging Beca to move faster move, quick as lightning, so they're gripping her beneath the thin fabric of her borrowed pajamas. They don't stop, though; Beca can feel them fumbling blindly with her underwear until they make it beneath them, too, to hold Beca again, bare hands on her bare ass and it makes Beca hike Chloe's knee higher to rock into her harder.
She's starting to move on autopilot, less thinking and more feeling as her need to drive Chloe crazy has the side effect of turning her on just as much. They're both sweating - she can feel it between them and it only makes Beca work harder.
Chloe moans her name and Beca almost combusts. She catches it though; it snuck up on her so unexpectedly that she freezes altogether. She can hear the way they're both panting and Chloe's hands are at Beca's face. They repeatedly push her hair back and out of the way until she has it gathered and away from her face and Beca takes it as a cue to force her eyes open and pull back from the kiss.
"Are you okay?" Chloe asks and her voice is so broken and gravely it almost makes Beca's arm give out.
She nods. "Yeah. Why?"
"You stopped."
"I almost came."
She finds herself pinned on her back, Chloe above her. "Say it again," Chloe whispers as her tongue drags up Beca's neck. She catches her earlobe between her teeth to tug on it.
She groans as Chloe's hand runs down her chest between them. It pauses at her breasts before sliding further until the tips of her fingers are beneath the waistband of Beca's borrowed pants.
"Say what again?" She hears the clap of her palms as they connect with Chloe's back to cling to her. She feels like she could float away even with Chloe holding her down.
Chloe's mouth pulls at her neck. "Tell me you were going to come."
Beca doesn't remember saying it but it's true and hearing Chloe say those words make her desperation become unbearable. "Chlo…"
Chloe hums and her hand eases further down Beca's pants. Beca feels it resting atop her thigh and it's not enough.
None of it is enough.
"Please," Beca whines - she whines - and starts pushing her own pants off.
Chloe's hand leaves her thigh and catches Beca's. She thinks she did something wrong but Chloe only takes it to move it aside. "I got you," she whispers before pressing one more kiss to Beca's lips. Then she sits back on her knees and hooks her fingers under the waistband and starts to pull.
Beca lifts her hips to let them slip down and they work together to get them off her legs. Chloe's hands barely leave her skin long enough to accomplish it and they're back on Beca as soon as the pants are gone. They're gliding up her calves and grazing up her thighs until they trace the elastic band of the only thing Beca's still wearing. Chloe's eyes are on her as she does it so Beca nods.
She's waited years for this; she doesn't need to wait any longer.
She watches Chloe ease them down and sees the look on her face change. Beca can't define it, can't divert the energy necessary to, but the moment her underwear is at her thighs Chloe looks overcome. She takes them down the rest of the way and Beca tucks her knees to help and suddenly she's naked in Chloe's bed.
Chloe seems frozen in place, upright on her knees between Beca's ankles while her hands glide up and down along the lengths of Beca's calves. Beca can tell she's trying not to look, or at least not to stare, and Beca has a very distinct thought that all the past times she's been in this position with someone, she's felt shy and embarrassed and eager to turn off the light or hide under a blanket.
She doesn't feel like that at all now.
"Chloe." Instead, she parts her legs further. "Please."
Chloe's gaze rakes over her body until she's pitching forward. Beca braces herself for the impact but Chloe catches herself in time to ease back into place, hips between Beca's thighs and tongue between Beca's lips.
Beca wraps her arms around Chloe's neck and sighs into her kiss. She wishes she'd thought ahead to strip Chloe of her shorts before they resumed this, but it's a small regret in the grand scheme of things. She holds Chloe close as they kiss, and kiss, and kiss. The kiss breaks when Chloe moves; she moves off Beca and she's about to demand to know why she would do such a thing until Chloe settles alongside her and brings their lips together again as her hand starts tracing patterns over Beca's chest. She draws spirals and lines and swoops, each one drifting lower and lower until she's right there, right at the very edge of everything, past where long-gone underwear would be but not quite there and she stops.
"You're sure?" Chloe asks quietly.
"Please don't make me beg." Beca reaches for her, straining her neck to bring their lips together.
She feels Chloe's long exhale as they kiss slowly and Chloe's hand starts inching lower. She holds her breath as she feels Chloe's hand follow the curve of her body.
Beca's imagined this moment hundreds of times. She's tried to imagine, tried to imitate what it would feel like to have Chloe's fingers graze between her legs. She's touched herself, or let others touch her, while she tried to pretend it was Chloe and it was never enough.
Her hips lift at the first touch and she whimpers. Chloe's touch is soft, so much softer than Beca ever imagined it to be. There's a quiet moan against her lips and Chloe presses herself closer to Beca's side as she reaches further, then reverses her path until her hand comes to rest where it began - barely in contact with the arousal she's responsible for.
"God, you feel so good," Chloe whispers against her lips.
She places her hand over Chloe's. "Then don't stop." She guides it down, back where Chloe belongs, and moans into Chloe's mouth when her kiss turns hot and Chloe finally gives her sweet, sweet pressure. She stops guiding but lets her hand follow Chloe's. It's intoxicating to feel her touch and how her hand moves. It helps Beca process that this is real, that Chloe is making love to her, is touching her with such admiration she could cry.
She finally lets her hand fall away when Chloe's fingertips start to hint at slipping inside her. She knows she's going to need to hold on to something when that happens and she doesn't want to get in the way by trying to hold on to that blessed hand. Instead, she twists her fingers in the blanket and the other clings to Chloe's back to brace herself.
It's a slow, smooth heat as Chloe presses into her.
"God," Beca says with a groan. Her hips chase the touch as Chloe presses deeper, and deeper still until the palm of her hand fits against Beca's body. She can't help but tighten around Chloe to try to pull her in further and never let her go.
Chloe's hips roll against Beca's side and Beca hears her moan in her ear as her mouth travels back to Beca's neck. Her kisses there are gentle but wet as she presses more firmly, the heel of her hand working in slow circles against sensitive flesh. Chloe's tongue traces the shell of her ear and Beca shivers. "Like this?"
Beca feels her body straining as she nods. "Don't tease."
She feels Chloe lift her head so she opens her eyes to see her hovering above her wearing a little smile. "I'm literally inside you right now. You think this is teasing?"
Beca groans at the verbal acknowledgment of what she is very, very aware of and presses her fingernails into Chloe's back to make her point. "Stop being so...so…"
Chloe's smile fades a little and Beca realizes she's said something wrong.
"No, I didn't mean - just…"
"Just what?"
Her need powers her request and her hips lift. "Just...fuck me, Chloe. Please."
The way Chloe groans makes Beca's entire body shudder. Chloe nods, a slow, almost stunned motion until she's nodding vigorously. "Yeah. Yeah, I can do that, baby."
"Keep calling me that," Beca says with a gasp as Chloe levers herself up to change her angle. "I like it." Chloe's fingers slip out of her and she feels frustratingly empty until they move to press against her bundle of nerves and start working in firm, slow circles.
"What, 'baby'?"
"Yes, fuck." Beca has to close her eyes; it's too much to see Chloe above her, feel her touch, hear her voice.
She hears Chloe hum and feels her press herself closer still until her knee hooks over Beca's. "You swear a lot in bed, baby."
Beca manages to laugh but she reaches up and tangles her hand in Chloe's hair to pull it. "Can't help it. Please go faster."
Chloe does. The slow, firm circles start to speed up. She presses harder and Beca's mouth falls open. She's never been made to feel this way, so consumed and tended to and cared for. Chloe's restless above her and not just with her hand and the way it's taking turns staying focused and determined and exploring and experimenting with different angles and speeds. Her whole body is on edge as though she can't get comfortable. Beca can feel the muscles in her back flexing as she moves. She's trying to press herself impossibly closer to Beca and then she finally gets it.
"God, come on already," she says with a groan as she bends her knee and twists her hip to guide Chloe where she so clearly wants to be: astride Beca's thigh.
Chloe moves with her and Beca feels her settle against her. She can feel how hot and wet Chloe is. The shorts might as well not even exist, as distinctly as she can feel Chloe. Chloe moans with the first roll of herself over Beca's thigh.
Beca flexes her thigh and presses it up into her. "Good?"
"Uh huh," Chloe says breathlessly.
Beca forces her eyes open; the reality of what's happening begs to be seared into her memory and it's worth it. It's worth it to see Chloe almost naked, straddling her, riding her while she holds herself up on one stiff arm and rubs Beca's clit with the other. It's worth it to see how flushed she is and how her mouth hangs open as she breathes hard, moans and whimpers escaping every other breath.
Her hands move to hold Chloe's hips; she has to feel the way they move as they rock and swivel, sometimes in long steady strokes and other times in quick little circles. Her patterns match how she's touching Beca and something about that, that Chloe wants them to feel the same thing, makes fire - more fire - engulf Beca. She watches her move and then needs to feel something else, something different and her hands know. They run up Chloe's stomach and she can feel the strength there as she grinds herself into Beca. She can feel her ribs expand and contract with her quick, shallow breaths, and she can feel the softness of the curves of her breasts and the firmness of her nipples as Beca's hands cover them.
Chloe groans as Beca drags her thumbs across the hardened peaks.
Beca echoes it and wishes she could feel it, too, but Chloe doesn't have enough hands.
But she does.
She's still watching Chloe's reaction to Beca touching her when Beca drops one hand away to her own breast, to her own nipple, and mirrors the way her fingers tease Chloe's.
It makes Chloe's moan break off into a high-pitched exhale. "Oh, God, Beca. Baby." Her incessant grinding halts and Beca gasps. She's almost ashamed by the sound she makes when Chloe triples-down on how hard and fast she's stroking Beca.
Almost.
Chloe's entire body is tense and she looks ready to snap.
Beca has to struggle to ask, "Are you…?"
Chloe nods quickly and her jaw is set tightly but she manages to eek out, "I won't. I want you to do it."
Beca's body twitches at her answer. Chloe's close. Chloe's on the verge of coming. Chloe's stopping it because she wants Beca to be the one to give it to her.
"But I want to make you come first," Chloe tacks on with a husky voice.
That's what does it.
That word, that sentence on Chloe's lips as Chloe's eyes burn through Beca. She tries to hold Chloe's gaze - she can tell Chloe wants her to - but she can't. Release crashes over Beca like an avalanche. She can feel it in every inch of her body, pulsing from her core to her toes to her head and back again.
She struggles to catch her breath as it subsides and she opens her eyes.
Chloe's still over her, still tense and frozen in place and she's biting her lip. When she notices Beca looking at her she lets own a pitifully arousing whine. "God, that was so much hotter than I imagined." Her touch between Beca's legs is easing but it's still there, light and slow.
Beca can see her own chest heaving. The concept that Chloe's fantasized about her is almost too much. "You imagined this?"
"All the time," Chloe says and Beca can feel her trying to pick up her pace again so she grabs Chloe's wrist to still her.
"Me, too," Beca says with a deep breath that finally succeeds in slowing her pulse to a rate less alarming than a minute ago.
Chloe smiles down at her and allows Beca to guide her hand from her body. "Yeah?"
Beca nods and starts to sit up. She wraps an arm around Chloe's waist and leans until Chloe moves with her to let Beca trade their positions. She lets Chloe get comfortable beneath her as she sits up on her knees and reaches for the wrecked and infuriating shorts clinging to Chloe's body. "Let me show you."
Chloe seems to shiver and she tilts her hips so Beca can strip the shorts from her. Beca had long ago decided there was nothing else beneath them and she's pleased when she sees she's correct.
She's never going to forget this moment, what it looks like, feels like, to see Chloe this way, to be stripped bare with her in so many ways tonight.
She watches Chloe move her arms to rest them above her head. She's submitting. Wholly and completely. "Show me."
Beca's only struggle is deciding which fantasy she wants to share. She decides the best option is to pull from several and she starts by straddling Chloe's hips to lean down and bring their lips together.
It's been far too long since they kissed.
She kisses Chloe with care, like she has every brush of lip and graze of tongue calculated to the millimeter. She keeps herself from pressing too heavily into Chloe's body with a hand to the bed and lets her left hand reach up to find one of Chloe's. She plays with her fingers as they had earlier that evening on the couch, then drags her fingernails down the soft skin of the underside of Chloe's forearm. She can feel the goosebumps it pulls from Chloe and she can't help but smile a little.
She'll smile a lot, later, when her mouth doesn't have far more important things to do.
She follows the length of Chloe's arm, forearm to elbow to bicep to underarm until she's following the curve of Chloe's breast. She traces it in light circles and feels Chloe's breathing quicken the closer she gets to the center. She aches to jump right to it, to play with Chloe's nipple in the way she already learned can drive Chloe right to the edge. But she takes her time. It's too good to hear Chloe getting worked up in anticipation.
It's worth the wait when Chloe keens into her mouth when she drags a fingernail over her nipple. It's a sharper touch than she would prefer herself but she already has Chloe figured out.
Chloe likes things a little bit rough.
Beca repeats the motion and she feels Chloe's body roll in a wave beneath her. She expects Chloe's hands to come down and do something to direct Beca or take control but they don't. They stay rooted in place and it floods Beca with pride.
She eases her tongue from Chloe's mouth to move her attention to her throat. She's in no rush but she doesn't want to torture the girl who was seconds from orgasm not that long ago. Beca shifts her body lower, knees astride Chloe's thighs as she maps kisses down Chloe's chest toward her breasts.
She hasn't had the chance to do this yet.
To tilt her head to the left and take Chloe's nipple into her mouth.
It feels so exquisite on her tongue that she can't help but sigh in pleasure. She hears Chloe moan so she works her tongue over it firmly. It's standing at such attention she can't help but capture it between her lips and pull as she suckles it until it slips from her mouth.
"Oh, shit," Chloe pants above her.
Beca smiles to herself as she moves to the right to repeat it to her other breast. She teases it to attention and then lets her teeth graze it as she lets it go.
"You're going to kill me," Chloe says in a broken whine. She's shifting desperately beneath Beca and Beca feels just as eager as she knows Chloe is.
She casts her eyes up at Chloe to find Chloe's already on her watching every move. She holds Chloe's gaze as she catches it with her teeth again and glides her tongue across the peak.
Chloe's jaw drops as though Beca just discovered a new universe.
Beca thinks to herself that she kind of did - a universe where she gets to show the woman she loves just how much she cares about her.
"Touch me, baby," Chloe finally begs. "Please touch me."
Beca finishes with a wet kiss and then pushes herself backward further. She keeps her eyes trained on Chloe as she presses kiss after kiss down the center of her abdomen. Her tongue dips into Chloe's navel and it makes Chloe twitch.
"Oh, God," Chloe says after a few seconds, as though she just realized where Beca was going.
Beca smirks up at her; she feels so confident and she's never felt like this in bed before, and certainly not during a first time. She feels like she can do no wrong, that even if she does something Chloe doesn't like, it will be okay and they will learn about each other together. "What was it you wanted me to say for you?" she says as she moves back further still until she's nudging Chloe's legs apart.
She watches Chloe wet her lips and then bite hard on her pouty bottom one. "Hmm?"
Beca lowers herself until she's propped on her elbows between Chloe's thighs. She mouths at the warm skin where her thigh meets her torso. "You liked when I said I almost came."
Chloe groans at that and she nods.
"You like when I say I'm going to come?" She lets her tongue trace that crease and slides an arm under Chloe's left thigh.
Chloe's hands seem to fist with each other where they still lay above her and she nods again.
Beca hums to herself as she works her tongue closer to the wet, swollen flesh she's dreamt of kissing innumerable times. "That's hot," she whispers. "But I want to hear you say you're going to come." She presses her tongue to Chloe and watches her arch off the bed.
"Fuck!" Chloe finally says with a gasp.
Her taste and her reaction and her everything make Beca moan and she loses herself. She loses herself in Chloe and the way her hips start to rock and press closer to her, in the sound of Chloe groaning and crying out each time Beca's tongue swipes across her at the perfect angle that she tries to master as quickly as she can.
She tries to move with Chloe, to predict her erratic motion but it proves difficult so Beca takes control and adjusts her position to pin her hips down. It lets her focus on that perfect angle and speed that is making Chloe curse over and over again.
She feels Chloe stop fighting her; the tension in lessens and Beca doesn't have to hold her still.
It's then she realizes Chloe's giving herself up to Beca - to let Beca take her there completely on her own.
She wants Beca to do it.
It makes Beca groan at the sexiness of Chloe's surrender and she catches Chloe's flesh between her lips. Her tongue strokes over it while her lips pull at it and she hears Chloe.
"Baby," she says with an already-broken voice. "I'm - I'm...fuck, baby, I'm going to come."
Beca's own hips press into the bed on instinct; she's so turned on (again? still?) and she moans. She keeps her tongue steady, working over Chloe again and again as she can't help but thrust her body against what little friction she can find. The blanket manages to bunch up just right, though, and it's enough.
She has to stave off her own orgasm to wait for Chloe. She wants to tell her she's going to come, too, but she can't take her mouth off her, not now, not this second, but she hopes that her own desperate-sounding, if muffled, cries and constant motion are more than enough for Chloe to know.
"Shit, are you…" Chloe whines.
"Mhmm," is all she can manage to answer.
Suddenly hands are on her head, fingers are in her hair and she's being pulled in, pushed closer, and it's all she can do to breathe but she doesn't care if she suffocates.
"Oh, shit - oh, shit - oh, shit!" Chloe's voice rings in Beca's ears and she feels it. She feels Chloe throb and then she has to work to keep her mouth on her because her hips are bucking so hard.
It shoves Beca over the edge, too, and she groans into Chloe.
"Yes, yes, baby," she thinks she hears. It's hard with Chloe's thighs pressed to her ears but it doesn't matter. All that matters is that they're riding this wave of ecstasy together.
When she feels Chloe go slack beneath her she lets her slip from her lips and rests her forehead on Chloe's thigh. She can feel fingers combing through her hair and it sends aftershocks of pleasure through her, making her shiver.
The room is silent save for their labored breathing and Beca cherishes it, this bond, this shared experience, this breaking down of walls until there's nothing between them but crumbled brick.
It takes a bit, but once her faculties return she manages to detangle herself from Chloe's legs. When she lifts her head to move, she's bowled over by how Chloe looks.
She looks destroyed in the best humanly possible way.
Beca had intended on moving off Chloe to lay down next to her but instead, it drives her to crawl right up her body until she's sliding her tongue into Chloe's mouth.
Chloe's moan is low as she wraps her arms around Beca and pulls her down until Beca has no choice but to let her full weight rest on her. It seems to be what Chloe wanted, though.
This kiss is different, and Beca knows it. It's not a first kiss, or a desperate kiss, or a teasing kiss. It's a kiss of reassurance and comfort. It's slow and relaxed and Beca sighs as Chloe traces her lower lip with her tongue before slipping it back into Beca's mouth.
Once it slows to a mutual end, Beca shifts so she's not quite completely on top of Chloe but stays close enough that she can touch her lips to Chloe's cheek if she wants to.
Which she does. So she does.
Her arm drapes over Chloe's stomach and it's comforting to feel the slow, steady rise and fall of her breathing. Chloe has an arm under and around Beca and her fingernails tease light, shiver-inducing trails along Beca's back.
"Wow," Chloe finally says to break the silence.
Beca hums and bows her head to kiss Chloe's shoulder. "Mhmm."
"That was amazing. I love you."
Beca can't stop the grin from spreading across her face and she lifts her head to look at Chloe. "I love you, too." It feels so good to be able to finally say it. "Tell me more."
Chloe giggles and her hand runs up to slide into Beca's hair at the base of her neck and she pulls Beca down into a kiss. "I don't need to tell you how good it was," Chloe says before pecking her one more time. "You came twice."
Beca blushes at that but she's not embarrassed. Not in the slightest. "I said I'd thought about it a lot. It was...Pavlovian." She grins harder. She's never felt so light and happy.
"Your Pavlovian response to doing that is to orgasm?" Chloe returns her smile. "My job in this relationship is going to be so easy."
Beca jostles her in protest because there's no way Chloe's getting away with being a pillow princess, even though Beca really wouldn't fight her if it came down to it.
And then she stops.
"Relationship?" She watches Chloe's free hand lift and move until her index finger is tracing along Beca's brow, down her cheek, and along her jaw until it taps under her chin.
Chloe's smile softens, turns more earnest. "Seems like it would be a waste if we didn't give it a go now."
Beca nods and drops to kiss Chloe firmly. She knows she's crying because she can taste the salt of her tears. When she pulls back Chloe's hand works on wiping them away and Beca can see tears trailing down Chloe's temples, too. "Oh, my God, we're such nerds," she says with a huff and a smile before she kisses Chloe again.
"So is that a yes?" Chloe says with a wink when Beca pulls back.
Beca looks down at the woman she's shared so much with - they've gone through so much: good memories and bad, laughter and tears, fights and reconciliations - and she doesn't know how she managed to be this lucky, to finally have the person she knows she'll spend the rest of her life with.
"Yeah," she breathes. "Yeah, let's do this."
