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TWO MONTHS AGO
It was Beca’s first sleepover with her girlfriend, and Chloe was the one who coaxed her to stay in her dorm. Beca had told Chloe beforehand that she shouldn’t even consider trying anything, what with Stacie sleeping in the other bed and being right there in the same room as them.
“I promise, I won’t.” Chloe barely contained a grin as she raised her hand and crossed her heart to make the promise.
“Chlo, I swear to God!” Beca muttered and threw her toothbrush into her toiletry bag. They stood in the communal bathroom together, getting ready for bed. “I’m serious.”
The other girls had just left. They had spent their evening together in Chloe and Stacie’s dorm room, discussing mostly “girl stuff and hot boys,” the two seniors’ future careers, and also Bella-related issues.
Soon to be the choir’s only leader, Beca came up with a new concept—they could try an innovative, enhanced version of a traditional hymn, and then transition into some more contemporary tunes that might revitalize and appeal to the young patients at the hospital where they would be performing. She presented the suggestion to the group, wondering if they could even fathom performing more contemporary songs that weren’t offered or supported by the choir directors. The freshman Bellas were squealing with delight and clapping enthusiastically as they debated the selections that will be voted on. Beca’s initiative was encouraged by Chloe, who, as the still co-leader, expressed her desire to see the group’s performance and the audience’s reaction to their songs in person.
Aubrey, who was not and had never been the leader of the group, opposed the idea and reminded Beca that she had been appointed captain so early without having experience leading a choral group.
Having known Aubrey the longest, Chloe pointed out to the tense blonde that their former captain, Alice, had initially appointed her as co-captain in their first year before she had to revoke this position, claiming that Aubrey wasn’t ready. To spare Aubrey from humiliation, Chloe had not shared the truth with the other girls that it was due to Aubrey’s stress and anxiety response that triggered gastrointestinal problems, or in other words… projectile vomiting.
Beca climbed up next to Chloe in bed long after everyone else had gone home. After telling Beca goodnight, Stacie put on her earphones, and a sleeping mask and peeked out from behind it with a wink, then she rolled around.
“Uh, night?” Beca said and felt her cheeks flush.
“She’s just teasing you,” Chloe said and giggled at Beca’s perplexed expression. “Stacie is always sleeping with earphones on, listening to meditation music, and a sleeping mask. It’s not because she’s providing us some privacy to get frisky.”
Beca gave her a dirty look. “Yeah, I… knew that,” she chuckled and watched as Chloe switched off the bedside lamp. She pulled the duvet over them and snuggled up close to Beca, her warm breath on Beca’s neck. “Chlo, maybe not so close,” she uttered and moved away a little.
“Try to sleep,” Chloe giggled. Her lips moved against Beca’s skin, causing it to tingle.
An hour later, trying to find a comfortable position and after dodging Chloe’s sneaky attempts to touch her, Beca barely registered Stacie’s faint and distinct snores on the other bed. As the moments passed, Beca concluded Chloe had also fallen asleep as she had ceased imploring Beca for sex, and her girlfriend’s breathing had become more regular, so Beca could finally relax.
It was just unfamiliar to have to sleep with another person in a twin bed, even if they weren’t particularly big. It was still unfamiliar to sleep in the same bed with her girlfriend for the first time since they had started dating. It’s heartbreaking to be this close to her, knowing they’ll soon be splitting up.
The two were having a wonderful time together, and Beca knew she would miss having Chloe around once she graduated and left Barden. Every facet of her character, her upbeat and chirpy personality. Her smile. Her dazzling eyes. How comfortable and loved Beca felt in her arms. Her penchant for teasing Beca and seeking unconventional settings for a passionate encounter.
And then Beca would think back to all the moments when she had refused her.
One of these times would eventually be their last, and she would come to deeply regret having said no.
She smiled bitterly as she cuddled Chloe and kissed her on the forehead, letting her lips linger on the soft skin.
Chloe stirred sleepily and tilted her head up, to give Beca a gentle kiss on her lips, then deepening it slowly.
Drawing back a little, Chloe moved her head to Beca’s ear and giggled. “Is this still a no?” she asked, nibbling on Beca’s piercing-covered ear. Beca bit back a sigh from escaping but held her girlfriend’s head at bay, enjoying the tingling sensation of her warm breath on her skin, the feeling of her tongue brushing her ear shell, and her teeth nibbling just below her ear. “Or did you change your mind?” Chloe teased, a smile on her lips.
Beca peeked over at the other bed, which she could barely see in the darkness. But she could hear the faint sounds coming from Stacie’s earphones and her soft snores, and Beca knew that Stacie had her sleeping mask on. Additionally, it was dark.
If Chloe was right that Stacie wouldn’t wake up, then where was the problem? What if this chance never presented itself again?
She kissed Chloe in a way that couldn’t be misunderstood, grinned against her girlfriend’s lips, and agreed. After pulling the duvet up, thereby creating a little enclosure that muffled their noises, Beca reached under Chloe’s pajama top and was pleasantly surprised to find naked skin. Chloe gave in to Beca’s gentle caress and groaned a little.
“Can you even be quiet?” Beca asked her with skepticism, nibbling her bottom lip as she grinned and gnawed on her girlfriend’s bottom lip playfully.
“I believe you’re the one who tends to get too vocal.” Chloe’s voice was hoarse, leaning in to have another kiss, licking enthusiastically into Beca’s mouth. She lifted Beca’s pajama top and unclasped her bra, only exposing her breasts enough to make skin-on-skin contact without removing her clothes.
Beca felt her girlfriend’s hand caressing her lightly, felt her thumb brushing over her nipple, squeezing, and letting it slide between her fingers to pinch. Pulling away slightly to draw in a sharp breath, Beca—her eyes closed and her mouth open—let out a soft, uninhibited moan as she relished the sensation of Chloe’s touches, which she had gotten addicted to and always enjoyed during the course of their relationship.
That same hand moved with determination down Beca’s belly, fingertips brushing along the hem of the elastic band, and then slipping underneath to palm her between her legs over her panties. Beca bucked against the touch, pulling Chloe closer and stifling her moans with her girlfriend’s mouth.
“Shit,” Beca whimpered and bucked her lower body against Chloe’s palm.
As Chloe’s hand moved a little, only to slip under the waistband of her panties, Beca gasped upon contact with the tender fingertips stroking through her soaked folds. Two fingers slide up and down her slit, teasing her as Chloe always did, her thumb making broad strokes over the sensitive nerve endings that had Beca jerking against the sensual assault.
Her thighs clenched and eased in response to Chloe’s strokes and her toes curled in the mattress. One hand clasped Chloe’s elbow to guide her fingers where she wanted her to touch her, her breathing growing erratic in appreciation of the pleasure. Then, Chloe’s ass was the target of her other hand, which she squeezed and pulled tight till Chloe was partially lying on top of her.
“Fuck, Chloe, please, I’m begging you…”
To keep from making any noise, Beca pulled away from the kiss and began taking deep, nasal breaths. Chloe dove partially beneath the sheet to seize one of Beca’s nipples and sucked on it, her tongue fluttering over and around her areola. To keep Chloe’s magical mouth glued to her, Beca again smothered a whimper as she pressed Chloe’s face into her.
Chloe inclined her head to the other breast, her flat tongue sweeping over the areola and the stiff bud before she sucked it into her mouth and released it. Beca’s need dripped from between her legs as Chloe circled and slipped through the soaked opening, causing her body heat to rise rapidly.
With her lust and frustration rising, Beca reached between her girlfriend’s legs, slid under her panties, and shuddered in pleasure at the sensation of Chloe being equally aroused and soaking wet.
The heat was getting unbearable, they began to sweat. And almost suffocating under the covers, Beca had to pry them off their heads so they could get some air. She hardly paid attention to Stacie’s faint snoring sounds, who had not moved one inch. And with her eyes now accustomed to the dimness, Beca could make out that Stacie was sleeping with her back turned toward them.
“Spread your legs more,” Chloe urged her as she whirled her fingertips over the sensitive skin of Beca’s opening, inching forward slowly even though she could have slipped in with little effort. Beca complied, closing her eyes, and gasping as soon as two fingers were inserted smoothly inside her.
Beca let out a muffled wail as she savored the pleasing sensation that filled her up and went straight to the right spot, going in and out of her at an agonizingly slow pace. She played through Chloe’s slick folds, hoping to return the same sensation, but failing to focus.
Again, her girlfriend seemed to be having a great time, even though Beca wasn’t giving it her all. She hoped Beca would give in to the pleasure so completely that she would lose control, and cry out Chloe’s name in a fit of ecstasy.
With each pulsing thrust, she swayed her hips more vigorously against the moving fingers. Beca couldn’t help the little squeaking of the bed. Even if they grew a little too loud, she needed to unravel.
She was panting and breathing heavily, but finally, she managed to keep her attention on her own fingers as they did their ministrations between Chloe’s thighs, her thumb focused on that nub that made Chloe rock repeatedly against her, a bit forcefully, growing wild and desperate.
Chloe repositioned herself so that Beca felt her frantic breathing in her ear, her tongue flicking over her ear shell, and her mouth latching onto her pulse point. Beca felt a rush of exquisite pleasure increasing in her pelvic region, her body overheating, her legs tensing up. Chloe’s quiet groans, which only Beca could hear, fueled her and spurred her on. Chloe’s fingers continued to slowly plunge into Beca in a tantalizing tease as her thumb rubbed steadily and more tightly over her clit.
Beca convulsed as Chloe moaned in her ear and bit her earlobe hard; the orgasm that ensued lasted for several seconds, stretching, and filling her body like a warm drug. As she rode her orgasm, she rolled her hips to the rhythm of Chloe’s moving fingers, biting on her bottom lip to muffle her moans.
Soon after, she felt Chloe keeping her hand between her legs, rocking against Beca’s fingers, till Chloe’s thighs tensed up. Her hips jerked out of rhythm as she, too, unraveled. As Chloe crushed her mouth hard against Beca’s in a passionate kiss, she stifled a series of grunts and curses.
“That was so hot,” Chloe whispered when she moved her lips to Beca’s ear, sighing contently.
“Sorry, I suck at multitasking. You surprised me there,” Beca said apologetically, feeling embarrassed.
“No, I enjoyed it a lot.”
Hands withdrawing from the other’s panties, Beca peeked again over at the other bed. Stacie hadn’t noticed. She didn’t wake up. Even Chloe turned her head to check, then gave Beca a deep, soundless kiss.
“Told you she’s a heavy sleeper,” Chloe said cheekily, giggling against Beca’s lips. Beca pinched her girlfriend’s side, which made her squeal.
“If she heard, then I don’t care now,” she replied in a hushed voice, laughing giddily.
Shoving the duvet down to their waist to get some air and readjusting their clothes, they snuggle in each other’s arms.
Beca had never fallen asleep so fast.
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The first thing Chloe notices when she unlocks the door is the smell of a cooked meal subtly wafting through the room. Her new apartment is oddly filled with some warmth as if somebody else was living in there. It’s comfortable, inviting, almost like coming home. Soft music plays from the living room.
For a second Chloe believes she is in the wrong place, so she checks the door and floor number again. Everything is correct. And her key wouldn’t have unlocked the door if she was in the wrong apartment.
Until she sees a figure just brushing past through the crack of the door.
“Hello?” Chloe calls out, feeling anxious but knowing she doesn’t have anything to lose. Once again, she reflects on how hopeless she has become, how wretched and miserable. Perhaps a homeless person who thought the apartment was uninhabited broke in and took up residence there. “I-I’ll call the police. Who is there?”
The unfurnished living room is filled with the sound of soft jazz music coming from somewhere—possibly that tiny portable speaker she recognizes at once. Food seems to simmer in a pot, on the portable electric burner, placed on the ground as Chloe had no table yet. And there’s seating for two at the makeshift cardboard table.
“H-Hello?” Chloe creaks out.
A figure emerges from another room, looking as surprised as Chloe feels, making her jump.
“Babe, you’re home early,” comes the familiar voice.
It’s Beca.
Beca has a bandana covering her hair, an apron around her waist, a duster, and a rag in her hand; she looks as though she lives here. The yellow floral sundress she’s wearing under the red apron suits the bandana she's wearing around her head.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” says Beca and places the items in a bucket beside the door.
She approaches Chloe, intending to embrace her, but Chloe reacts negatively and becomes rigid when Beca draws near. “Sorry, I was hoping to be finished with my chores by the time you arrived. Did you have a good flight?” She helps a shell-shocked Chloe by removing her outerwear and distracts her with comforting words while she manipulates Chloe’s ring finger. With her hands and knees numb and shaking, Chloe can’t bring herself to take her gaze off Beca’s face, fearing she might only be dreaming this. Beca goes to lock the front door and brings the suitcases inside. When she comes back, she gives Chloe a flirtatious grin. “I made your favorite food. Thought I’d surprise my wife.”
“W-What?”
After a little pause, Beca moves closer again, holds her hand, and kisses her knuckles. “We’ve been married for five years,” she says and smiles behind Chloe’s knuckles, a playful glint in her ocean-blue eyes, “and I still get all the butterflies in my stomach when you look at me like that.”
Then Chloe sees the band on her finger, which she hasn’t noticed before. Beca must’ve slipped it on without Chloe noticing. All this. Everything Beca is doing, everything she’s saying that doesn’t make sense, and telling Chloe... Including the note in Chloe’s pocket.
This is a role-play.
Tears fill her eyes. And she begins to sob.
“Do you need your safeword?” asks Beca delicately, brushing Chloe’s hair aside.
Chloe shakes her head, smiling.
Beca plans on giving her the whole “marital” experience during the next few hours, everything—but which may be limited to their situation—that goes along with it that comes with the title, and the illusion that they are still head over heels in love and never parted after Chloe’s graduation.
It’s her last gift to Chloe.
“I love you,” Chloe croaks out and takes her wife in her arms. “I love you so much.”
Beca wraps her in her arms and gives her a tight hug, and they remain like that for a few minutes, holding each other. Chloe looks around the living room and notes that the only other items are the small couch and some boxes that her father brought the other day. However, she does spot a little backpack that she recognizes as Beca’s. After pulling away slightly, she kisses her wife’s lips while laughing and smiling.
“Okay, what did my beautiful wife cook for us?” Chloe asks and takes her hands into hers. Beca leads her to the open kitchen.
“It’s the best meatloaf I’ve ever made,” Beca replies with playful cockiness and a self-approving pat on the shoulder. “Well, I pre-cooked it. You remember your former roommate, Stacie, when you were in college?” she asks, and of course, Chloe knows her. She finds it hilarious to act as if she left Barden years ago rather than this morning. “I ran into her the other day. She has a baby now and lives with her husband in New York. She helped me with the recipe.”
“That’s nice of her.” Chloe is confused as to whether Beca is simply giving Stacie credit for the sake of the role-play, given that Stacie spent the entire night by her side last night, or whether Stacie actually did help Beca, say, over a video call.
They’re seated cross-legged on the floor with some cushions and blankets for extra padding around the makeshift table. There’s a candle in the middle, casting an inviting warmth and setting a romantic feel.
They discuss going to the animal shelter next week to adopt a pet, their fictitious successful professions, and the squabbles they have with their fictitious neighbors. Over five years after Chloe’s graduation, they reminisce about the imaginary proposal, the fictitious wedding ceremony, the attendees, and the people they spitefully left out.
Beca brought back a bottle of what she thinks is premium wine from her business trip to Los Angeles, but it’s actually simply grapefruit juice. However, the meatloaf is mouthwatering. It tasted just like the meatloaf Chloe’s mom used to make, whether Beca made it by herself or with Stacie’s help. The thought of spending more time with her wife makes her heart flutter.
Chloe, for a brief moment, wishes this were all true and that they could make their relationship work despite their current financial struggle and the long distance from one another.
“Babe, you don’t have to eat that if it’s gross,” Beca states, looking concerned as she places a hand over Chloe’s.
Chloe shakes her head, her eyes glassy. “This tastes amazing,” she says, smiling affectionately. “And the wine is fantastic,” she adds giddily, clinking her wine glass—a yellow plastic cup—with Beca’s.
After finishing their meal, Beca cleans up and rinses the dishes while Chloe dries the items. They dance together and sing songs like in the good old days in their choir group, all those years back in college.
Then Beca grabs her by her hand and twirls her around, wrapping her from behind. “By the way, I have more surprises for my wife.”
“Oh? What surprises?” Chloe asks, turning around and encircling her arms around Beca’s shoulders.
“You wait in the bedroom, while I clean up the rest here,” Beca says and kisses her.
“I’d love that,” Chloe says, laughing and pecking her lips, “but I’m gonna have to freshen up first. I feel icky.”
Before Chloe disappears into the bathroom, Beca calls over her shoulder. “But don’t undress, babe. I wanna do that for you.”
Chloe laughs but agrees.
.
Beca understands that despite Chloe’s ostensibly sweet, compassionate, and cheery nature, her girlfriend has always been a bit of a wildcat in the bedroom. Beca is so excited because Chloe does not know what’s going to happen to her that Beca almost knocks over the pot she’s rinsing.
After she’s finished doing the dishes and sweeping the floor in the kitchen, she takes her backpack and sets it down on the floor next to the “bed.” Chloe is still in the bathroom since the sound of water running suggests she is taking a shower.
Beca brings candles to light the little bedroom, which consists of a mattress on the floor and no other furniture, and she sets them up on the window ledge before closing the shades.
Beca feels awful that she can’t buy Chloe the world because of how little money she has, but she still wants to be there for her. Since she bought plane tickets, their food, and fancy lingerie just a few days ago to captivate Chloe, she has used up most of her savings for this one special event.
And she did not expect Chloe to greet her so warmly. She expected Chloe would immediately expel her at first sight. Especially considering that Beca dumped her just the night before.
That, Beca realizes now, was the cruelest aspect. But how else might she have gotten to Brooklyn ahead of her girlfriend without arousing suspicion? Tell her she won’t be able to say goodbye because of exam preparations now that her first year is over? Doing choral exercises when the other Bellas were with Chloe? That, despite Chloe having been to a few of Beca’s family events and being practically “besties” with Beca’s stepmother, Beca’s “bigoted” father had strictly prohibited her from meeting Chloe? Or being in detention like in high school? Nothing would’ve worked.
Plus, the breakup could be seen as a sign that they were now “married,” Beca reasons. Even if it was all pretense and more and less a… sexual role-play.
Then there’s the wedding ring she just put on Chloe’s finger... Which used to be Beca’s mother’s wedding ring, a cherished heirloom passed down from Beca’s paternal grandmother to Beca’s father before his wedding. The diamond-embellished bridge and mirror-like shine of the shank make it a showpiece. Even though her mom had asked her to give it back to her dad, he insisted that Beca may keep it if she wanted to. And her relationship with Chloe was no secret to him, he accepted her wholeheartedly. As he had suspected all along, he had no problem accepting Beca’s sexual orientation.
As a reward for her exceptional academic achievements, demonstrated by a GPA of 3.89, her dad has doubled her allowance this month. And he was especially pleased that Beca, who was reclusive and introverted, had found a social outlet in the choral group, where she was able to meet new people and collect donations for the less fortunate. Occasionally, he even went to their charity events and was generous with his donations.
Beca was unpacking her new outfit when she heard Chloe come in, her hair still damp from the shower and twisted back in a sloppy bun. Beca walks to her wife while hiding her outfit behind her back and kisses her on the lips.
“I’ll be right back, babe,” she tells her and winks. “Make yourself comfortable but remember to keep your clothes on.”
Chloe giggles and smacks Beca’s ass as she passes.
Twenty minutes after fixing her new racy underwear, Beca begins to doubt her judgment because there is no full-length mirror in the bathroom. Before, she had her straight friends Stacie, Jessica, and Kimmy Jin help her evaluate the outfit. They were all impressed by the lingerie and seemed to approve before asking a series of filthy questions.
Now, while about to present this to the one person it was intended for, Beca lost all confidence. It’s a snugly fitting chemise with a dress-like cut that skims her body, in burgundy color. It accentuates her bust and hips and draws attention to her slim waist. As for her undergarment, she opted for matching silky-soft, lacy thongs with an elastic band that loops on both sides of her hips, garter belts with four straps, and stockings that ought to give her a polished look.
Beca tries to practice some sexy poses but fails miserably. It proves to be difficult and she feels awkward because she cannot see herself. She’s groomed, waxed, and showered earlier this morning, so she’s all prepared. Shaking her head and covering her face with her hand, she takes a few more breaths before square-shouldering, extending her chest, and reminding herself that this is all for Chloe.
A parting present for her girlfriend. Make it a night she’ll never forget.
She tiptoes to the bedroom, where Chloe is patiently waiting on the bed, on her stomach, propped up on her elbows while browsing through her phone and being distracted as she hummed a melody.
Beca leans against the doorframe in what she assumes is a sexy pose.
“Sorry, I kept you waiting,” she says in a—hopefully—flirtatious voice and twirls a strand of hair around her index finger, her other hand nervously fiddling behind her at the hem of her chemise, out of Chloe’s sight.
“I was about to get–” Chloe turns her head over her shoulder as she speaks and then drops her jaw, her eyes popping wide. “Holy shit!”
She flings her phone beside the bed and crawls on all fours toward Beca, her eyes blazing, and her voice rumbles as she ambushes Beca like she was her prey. Then, she launches herself to her feet, pushing Beca up against the wall with such force that Beca is left gasping for air. Silky lips capture her—it’s sloppy, needy, and rough—and her tongue assaults Beca’s mouth with eager strokes.
Beca whimpers and clings to Chloe, her blood pounding in her body. Chloe’s hands settle on the small of Beca’s back before they venture lower to fondle her ass, palms rubbing and kneading her over the straps.
Beca, while appreciative of Chloe’s enthusiasm, pulls away slightly during their kiss, and Chloe’s mouth chases after her, changing course to seize her throat. When Beca repeatedly turns her head away while giggling, Chloe grumbles in frustration.
“God, Beca, you look so hot. Just let me lick every inch of you.” Chloe’s voice is a soft rumble against Beca’s neck, with a playful note to it.
“I have another idea,” Beca says.
“Oh, yeah?”
Beca didn’t have this in mind. She hadn’t been looking forward to this for weeks, only for Chloe to derail her plans completely.
Throughout their short relationship, Chloe has been the more dominant partner, preferring the more aggressive and assertive role during sex. She enjoys being the top, prefers to give oral sex, and does additional sexual acts on Beca to make her happy. Not that Beca was complaining—she had thoroughly enjoyed herself. Every time, the sex was amazing.
But this time, Chloe has to learn to relinquish control.
This time, it’s about the change in their power dynamics.
Chloe laps against her skin, already working herself down to Beca’s collarbone.
“Hey, stop it,” Beca says and places her hands on Chloe’s shoulders. “We need to talk first.”
Chloe’s hands keep wandering off, trying to grasp at Beca’s sides, a low grunt at the back of her throat as she stares at Beca with ravenous, dark eyes.
“My wife looks so fucking hot and sexy right now but wants me to use my mouth for talking?” Chloe asks enticingly while leaning in to grab Beca by her hips again.
Then Beca stares her firmly in the eyes and asks, “Do you trust me?” The last time she had asked Chloe that, it was right before they broke up. Chloe, understandably, backs away, arms lowering, and stares at Beca with a mixture of distress and anguish in her eyes. “No, Chlo, it-it’s not… Look, say the safeword and we take a quick break. I need you to listen.” As she reaches out for Chloe’s arm, Chloe jerks her off, looking cautious.
“Don’t, please,” Chloe says and her voice hitches in her throat. “Don’t do this again.”
“No, I-I wasn’t… I mean… please, just say it.” Beca nods at her with a reassuring smile. “Please, trust me.”
Hesitantly and while she chews on her lower lip to keep them from quivering, arms cradling her body, Chloe averts her eyes and blinks her tears away. She breathes slowly and agrees.
“Fine, Titanium,” she snaps, retreating and slumping down on the mattress behind her. “What is it, Beca?”
Beca kneels down before her. She hasn’t given this much thought, as she feels inappropriate in her revealing lingerie if she wants to have a serious talk. Chloe’s distracted gaze isn’t helping matters any when she keeps lingering on Beca’s cleavage and the straps on her thighs. Chloe turns away again, her cheeks red with embarrassment.
“I wanted to apologize, Chlo… that I hurt you, I am so sorry,” Beca says and fumbles at the laces of her garment. “I really wanted this to be an unforgettable moment for you, but I couldn’t figure out how to leave without spoiling the surprise. I wouldn’t’ve broken up if I'd thought of another way to sneak away the night before to arrange this. I came up with nothing but the breakup. It was stupid. And I hurt you, I know. I fucked that up.”
“If you had told me you were planning something for me and needed to be absent the following day, I would not have pursued the matter further. If you hadn't shown up to say your goodbyes, I wouldn't have asked why,” Chloe offers calmly, smiling. “You know how much I love surprises. Stacie could’ve kept me distracted, or Jessica, or whoever.”
“Yeah, fuck,” Beca sighs. The plan could’ve been so simple, and Chloe wouldn’t have gotten hurt. She smacks her head a couple of times, berating herself for not coming up with this herself. Of course, Chloe loves surprises. She wouldn’t have ruined this for Beca. “I’m such an idiot. Why are you even dating me?”
“So, the breakup was only part of the plan, then?” Chloe asks, wanting to make sure.
“Yeah, of course,” Beca says. “It was cruel, a dick move, but you know by now that I’m also dumb and an idiot, so yeah…”
“But you’re a sexy, hot idiot,” Chloe teases her. Her eyes stray down to Beca’s cleavage again. “Not dump, just…” She wets her lips. “So fucking hot.”
Beca tilts her girlfriend’s chin up. “Hey, my eyes are up here,” she says, smirking. “So, you forgive me?”
“Yes, of course, I forgive you.”
“And you’re not just saying that because I’m wearing this sexy lingerie just for you?” Beca asks, playful now.
There’s a low growl at the back of Chloe’s throat again, her dazzling blue eyes instantly grow dark with lust. Her hands start to shiver as she places them on Beca’s thighs.
“I would say anything to you right now, anything you asked me to,” Chloe says in a low voice laced with arousal, both of her hands are now on Beca’s thighs, caressing her over the straps. She pulls at Beca’s hips, but Beca resists.
Beca takes hold of Chloe’s arms and pushes them away from her a little. Instead, she works on unbuttoning Chloe’s button-up shirt and slides them over her shoulders. Again, Chloe tries to reach out, aching to touch her, but Beca keeps smacking her hands away.
“Babe, what…?” Chloe asks confusedly.
“Shhh…”
As quickly as she can before Chloe can try anything, Beca unclasps her girlfriend’s bra and tosses that piece of garment over her head, smirking at a baffled Chloe.
Her hands move forward to reach out for Beca’s head, her lips hunting for Beca’s lips again, but Beca dodges and grins amusedly.
“What the…?! Beca, why won’t you let me touch you?” Chloe snaps; irritation in her greedy voice.
Beca hushes her by placing her forefinger on Chloe’s lips, shutting her up with a stern glare. She seizes Chloe by the wrists and silently urges her to put her arms behind her back. She untucks the bandana from under her garter belt and uses it to bind Chloe's wrists.
“Babe, I’m not sure… how am I supposed to touch you?” Chloe whines but allows Beca to tie her up.
“You’re not,” Beca says curtly and pushes Chloe back to lie down. “Lean back.”
Chloe scoots back on the mattress with her arms tied back but follows Beca intently with her eyes, her breathing has sped up a little.
“Remember the safeword, alright?” Beca tells her, straddling Chloe’s hips at which Chloe lets out a soft whine.
“Babe, I need to touch you, please. I’m not even sure if I’m into this, of being bound…” Chloe says uneasily as she tries to wriggle free. She doesn’t seem frightened or uncomfortable, only yearning and aching with desire to touch Beca.
Chloe gives out a disgruntled laugh, then freezes, watching in stunned silence as Beca begins her sensual motion. Through heavy-lidded eyes, she stares at Chloe, whose jaw is agape and gasping. Beca does a leisurely, seductive roll on top of Chloe, arms rising to toy with her long, wavy hair. And Chloe’s response to her fuels Beca’s confidence that she feels sexy enough to continue, so she lets her hands travel down over her breasts, squeezing herself through the thin, lacy fabric. As Beca slow-dances to the cadence of the jazz music emanating from the living room, which echoes throughout the entire apartment, she cranes her head back and moans.
Chloe’s arm muscles relax as she watches with bulging eyes. Her voice, a whimper, “God, what are you doing to me?”
Beca smirks wickedly. She moves a little down Chloe’s legs to unbutton her jeans, unzipping, and pulling the jeans down, along with her panties. Very eagerly and without being told to, Chloe helps her by lifting her hips.
“Fuck, just look at you,” Beca says and caresses the insides of Chloe’s thighs. “Can’t believe that I’m married to you,” she proceeds with the role-play. “You’ve always wanted to try this, haven’t you? Since we were in college… Fantasized about having rough sex with your wife?”
Chloe laughs softly. “Yeah, but I was thinking that I’d get to fuck my wife roughly, and not be tied up.”
“Who knows, maybe you’d enjoy it?” Beca offers, shrugging. “I want you to experience this for the first time with me.”
“Who knew my wife’s so kinky?” Chloe giggles.
Holding Chloe down by her shoulders and to keep her from wriggling, Beca bends over her and, with her other hand, caresses the insides of Chloe’s tender thighs, brushing over the full length of her legs, making Chloe sigh at the touch. Whenever her hand moves toward the apex of her wife’s thighs, she brushes her lightly at her sex, causing Chloe to squirm and moan in pleasure. Unconsciously, Chloe uncurls her legs; her folds are soaked and glistening with her arousal.
Beca removes her thong, straddles Chloe's legs so that their sexes touch, and begins to grind Chloe slowly to tease and make her wife want more but delay the gratification. Chloe throws her head back and moans upon that sweet friction, bucking her hips into Beca and trying to take control from her lying position.
It feels really good, she has to admit. But she cannot let Chloe take charge. And Beca tries to vanquish her own desire to just sit on Chloe’s face and ride her tongue, just because she is so fucking horny.
Having found the right amount of confidence, Beca puts on a show of riding her erotically, grinding her in a sexy motion, their folds and clits stroking against each other as Beca moans at the sensation.
“Babe, please. God, you feel so good against me but this is also torture,” Chloe whines, writhing underneath Beca with desperation and desire written all over her flushed face, “I want to fuck you. C’mon, untie me.”
Beca leans down to kiss her, making Chloe chase her lips when she lifts her head to withdraw.
“Relax, learn to lose control, and just enjoy,” Beca says, feeling naughty.
“I do enjoy this, unnggh,” Chloe moans, “but I need to fuck you so bad, please, Beca. I’m begging you!” As Chloe struggles to extricate herself, she lets out a deep growl from the back of her throat, as if she were an enchained animal that targeted to devour Beca whole, as if Beca triggered her ancestral hunting instinct. “Babe, at least sit on my face, fuck, ARGH!” she whines in frustration.
Beca, giggling and clearly enjoying herself, proceeds by leaving open-mouthed kisses along Chloe's throat before moving on to the sternum and sucking on her pulse point. To silence Chloe, she puts one of her hard nipples into her mouth. It seems to have worked, as Chloe bucks against her and emits a muffled moan. She licks the pink bud and then latches onto it with her tongue while massaging the other breast with her other hand.
“Shit! Oh, God!” Chloe cries, her arms’ muscles tensing, her body quaking and flushing. “Beca, please, I need… c’mon, let me eat you out,” she demands wistfully, her voice low and laced with arousal, trying to coax Beca with her sweet voice. Chloe presses her legs together and squirms, wanting Beca between her legs.
“Be a good girl and listen for once, okay?” Beca coos.
Chloe restrains herself from being dominant but fails.
She is untamable. She’s a feisty predator.
Beca is certain that the second she unties her, Chloe will fuck her senselessly and destroy her.
“Spread your legs.” Beca tries to take charge, grabbing Chloe’s knee to yank them apart when she doesn’t obey, and spanks the underside of her thigh. Chloe whimpers at the suggestive roughness and squirms. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”
“No,” breathes Chloe, her cheeks crimson. “I didn’t expect that. You can be rough with me, I won’t break, Beca.”
Pushing her already spread legs wider apart, Beca positions herself between her girlfriend’s legs, ducks down, and uses the flat of her tongue to lick at her, coaxing noises from Chloe she’s never heard before.
“Ahh ah-ahh, God, fuck!” Chloe cries out in a shuddering breath as she tries to clamp her legs shut just to keep Beca’s head in place. But Beca doesn’t let her move. “Keep still!”
For the first time, she cannot grasp Beca’s hair to grind her face the way she pleases. Beca pushes her legs apart by hooking her arms underneath her quivering thighs, the motion of her tongue unwavering, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm against Chloe’s soaked folds, drinking up her juices, and moaning in pleasure at the noises Chloe is making. She flicks the tip of her tongue over Chloe’s clit, with her mouth, she gives it tight suction that makes Chloe buck against her, makes her whimper loudly, uncontrollably. As her breathing and carnal sounds grow erratic, Beca shoves her fingers into her, taking Chloe completely by surprise.
“Argh, God! Fuck…”
Warm flesh envelops her fingers as she begins to pump into her, in and out in steady succession. And just as Chloe always did with her, Beca pays it back by slowing down the pace, making Chloe crave it. Her fingers curl up against that spot that makes Chloe’s body cry out in sweet agony, thrusting into her in a slow-paced rhythm.
“Please, God! Faster! Faster!” Chloe wails as if her life depended on it.
The only movement Beca increases is the lapping of her tongue, but the pace of her thrusting fingers remains the same. Wanting the pleasurable buildup to consume and hit Chloe like an implosion, just as Chloe has taught her once.
Soon enough, Chloe’s moans grow louder and more frantic as her hips buck, trying to squirm out of Beca’s hold.
“Fuck, I’m coming… don’t stop. Please.”
Her voice is almost a plea, maybe fearing that Beca might actually stop if she was being too demanding again.
Then her guttural, animalistic cries and moans reverberate throughout the empty apartment like a bell in a cave as her thighs snap shut fiercely in a convulsion of pleasure. She rocks her hips against Beca’s mouth and her whole body begins to shake from being restrained at her wrists. Her hips jerk up against Beca’s tongue as she repeatedly screams her name.
With a shudder, she collapses, loose-limped onto the mattress.
“That was fucking intense, God!” Chloe catches her breath, her chest heaving. “Could you remove this now?” She twists like a helpless worm and turns sideways.
When Beca removes the tie, Chloe’s wrists are bruised and reddened.
“Shit, I’m sorry for this,” Beca says as she lets her thumb brush over the injured skin.
Chloe doesn’t respond, only massages her wrists before she pounces at Beca like a predator on the loose. Her eyes have grown dark again, lips colliding with Beca’s in a heated kiss as they fall backward. Strong arms encircle her waist, pulling her up, pawing, touching, and reaching for every part of Beca’s body, which she’s been denied for the last half hour.
Open-mouthed kisses are placed at her throat, the nape of her neck, biting, sucking, licking her way up to Beca’s ear. Beca shudders and moans at the roughness Chloe is treating her with, enjoys this aggressive side of her, making her feel desirable when Chloe stares at her and feels her whole body up. Lusting over her, aching to touch and taste every inch of her.
She pulls the chemise up to Beca’s chest, to expose her breasts and latch onto one of her nipples, again, very aggressively and demanding, the vibration of her moans sending shockwaves through Beca’s body, her arousal—as if she wasn’t already—pooling between her legs.
Chloe doesn’t hesitate to enter that slick heat with two fingers and thrusting deep, and hard into Beca, as they groan and grunt and moan in unison.
As Chloe keeps up her eager, enthusiastic thrusts deep inside her while latching onto and fondling Beca’s erect nipples, the buildup doesn’t take long. She uses the force of her knee against her hand, practically ramming her fingers into Beca.
“ARGHHH! Fuck, shit! I’m…”
And Beca instantly comes within seconds. She’s had many mind-blowing orgasms with Chloe before, but this one topped them all.
Once her orgasm ebbs, Chloe slows down, her hunger not fully satiated. She reaches up and runs her hands over Beca’s garter belt straps and stockings, all the while appreciating the sight of her as she yanks on her legs. And even before Beca’s mind can grasp what Chloe intended, she feels that warm tongue between her thighs, lapping against her and moaning with satisfaction.
Chloe has her eyes closed as she licks Beca’s juices and sucks on her, but not without being gentle around her clit. Beca takes a handful of Chloe’s hair and brings her tongue back to where she wants her, indicating that she doesn’t feel sore as she rides her tongue.
Her second orgasm hits her with full force, almost not having expected the sudden buildup, her body explodes in an intense, mind-shattering orgasm.
She collapses breathlessly, her limbs like rubber, and sprawled out.
Chloe crawls up and snuggles beside her.
“That’s for tying me up while looking all beautiful and hot, and not letting me touch you,” she says with a pout.
“Sorry, I thought I’d try something new,” Beca says apologetically.
“It was amazing,” Chloe says. They kiss deeply with passion and full of love, as if it was their last kiss. “And I wasn’t complaining. I was just not used to it.”
“Figured…” Beca chuckles.
Suspended and feeling exhausted, Chloe pulls the blanket over them, and they take a quick nap while being snuggled up together.
Beca doesn’t want to think about her flight back to Atlanta this evening.
.
“I think, that’s it,” Chloe says, trying to be strong as she passes Beca her Bluetooth speaker for her to pack into her bag. “Do you have everything?”
“Yeah, I guess.” Beca looks around the small, but empty living room in case she forgot something. “All good.”
Chloe stares down at the back of her hand, admiring the prop on her ring finger. Beca really thought of everything to make this role-play authentic, even if they barely had anything.
“I kinda don’t want to take this off. It’s a beautiful ring,” Chloe chuckles, but she slips it off her finger, handing it back to Beca half-heartedly.
“Yeah, that’s a family heirloom. At least it fits you. I was lucky it did, otherwise, I would’ve used the ring from the gumball machine. They’re adjustable and fit all sizes,” she says and laughs. Chloe will miss this laughter.
She doesn’t want to cry, but it’s over now. From now on, they will be just friends.
“Call me if you land in Georgia,” Chloe sniffs. “I love you.”
“I will. I love you, too,” Beca says with feigned cheerfulness over her shoulder, waving at her.
For some reason, Beca seems hesitant, but she shoulders her backpack and turns around, opening the door. She curses under her breath, muttering something incoherently as she smacks her forehead, mumbling a series of, “Idiot, idiot, just do it…” to herself without turning around.
“Beca?” Chloe says just barely above a whisper and pulls on Beca’s arm, “I forgot to give you my gift.”
Well, she didn’t have anything to lose. It’s now or never.
Beca stares at her and looks expectantly. “Yeah? What is it?”
Chloe reaches for the small velvet ring box that was in her jacket, opens it, and presents it to Beca, whose blue eyes bulge in awe and surprise.
“Maybe this is a stupid idea, but I wanted to do this last night, before… you know…” She smiles, not wanting to sound accusing or remorseful, “And you don’t have to…”
“No, no, no!” Beca exclaims, grasping a handful of her brunette wavy hair.
Chloe swallows the knot in her throat, not having expected this reaction, and closes the box again. “Sorry… yeah… I didn’t mean…”
“No, I was going to do that!” Beca says, bewildered. “I wanted to ask you if you’d like to be my wife… but for real real?” She holds up the heirloom ring again, which Chloe only now notices has diamonds embedded in it. She thought it was only a prop.
“What?”
“Will you marry me?”
“I… uh…” Chloe stammers, unable to find the words… But when she does, she squeals loudly, “YES, I DO! Of course, I DO!” She flings her arms around Beca’s neck, kissing her deeply. When she pulls back a little to grin from ear to ear, she says, “We can make this work, Beca. I didn’t want the breakup in the first place. I know we can both make this work.”
“Yeah, I know,” Beca says. “Hey, what do you think if we re-evaluate our situation? And I’ll have my flight rebooked for tomorrow morning?”
Chloe responds with a squeal, peppering her whole face with kisses. They close the door before the neighbors complain about the commotion.
“You know what,” Chloe says, her arms still around Beca as she presses her against the closed door, “I don’t mind if you take charge sometimes. Because it is very hot. But I prefer if I’d tie you up next time.”
“Okay,” Beca laughs, holding her fiancée close. “We can find a compromise and take turns. Maybe you get the weekends and holidays to be the top.”
Chloe bursts into a fit of giggles and they kiss again.
THE END.