Bechloe One-Shots

Paint Me A Shade of You

Summary: Just Beca and Chloe having fun painting their nails, all the quality girlfriend time.

Beca and Chloe's usual Sunday night ritual was to sit on Chloe's bed, watch a movie, and paint their nails. At first, Chloe was in this habit alone. But when Beca became her girlfriend, it was just fitting that Beca join in this ritual too. Not that the DJ enjoys watching movies—she still dislikes them. Luckily, she loves being in Chloe's company (and painting her nails) enough to enjoy these particular Sunday nights.

"I don't like this color," Beca complained when Chloe handed her nail polish the shade of dandelion yellow. "It's too bright. Not me at all. I want the black one."

"You can choose any color other than black because," Chloe shook the bottle of black nail polish at Beca's face, "You've emptied it out. Besides, you always choose black. Pick something new, Becs."

Beca furrowed her eyebrows as she rummaged through her girlfriend's collection, looking for a color as appealing to her as black. She picked midnight blue and showed it to Chloe. "How about this one?"

"Really? That's almost black," the redhead stated, shaking her head before turning back to painting her nails a vivid red.

"That was the point," Beca rolled her eyes playfully. She went back rifling through the nail polish box.

Friends with Benefits was playing on Beca's MacBook, which only Chloe was watching. Beca doesn't even need to glance at the laptop screen—Chloe's ceaseless narration was just as good. "Just look at Mila and Justin sitting on the couch and talking so comfortably about sex. They look so candid, like a married couple, you know? They aren't even in a relationship, and they're talking about sex already."

"Pretty much similar to how you talked about your lady jams in the shower during first year as I stood there awkwardly naked," Beca mumbled, but it was loud enough for Chloe to hear.

"I heard that," said Chloe in mock offense.

"I'm sorry. Hey, Chlo. Listen, I'll let you do something," Beca said in a low voice as she moved closer to Chloe and smiled what she hoped was a seductive smile.

Beca guessed that the smile must have been effective because Chloe paused painting her nails, screwing the bottle closed.

Chloe could feel her heart slowly picking up its pace from the look Beca was giving her, and her mind was flipping through thoughts, each one more ridiculous than the last. Her brain knew exactly how she was feeling, because Chloe suddenly recalled one of the weird things she knew about Beca: the woman has lots of kinks. She found this out when she saw Fifty Shades of Grey hidden under Beca's pillow, and they had a long-winded and very awkward conversation afterwards—an experience which is a whole other story itself.

Beca's lips brushed Chloe's earlobe, capturing the redhead's attention.

"I'll let you paint my nails."

"Wha—oh my God! I thought..." Chloe laughed and let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding in.

"What did you think I was going to say?" asked Beca, narrowing her eyes. "You dirty little bird."

Beca's offer made Chloe grin and feel so happy that she almost clapped her hands, if not for the wet nail polish. "Really, Becs? I can paint your nails?" she exclaimed, sounding very much like a five-year-old given permission to raid a candy store.

It may just be a small thing but there was a reason as to why Chloe was so excited. The DJ wasn't a big fan of being touched physically. She was comfortable with cuddling, holding hands, and kissing. But Beca was still working on the extra things: the hugging and small, seemingly innocent brushes of hands and thighs, all the things that Chloe love. How Beca grew up didn't help, for she'd spent a lot of time alone in her bedroom, wearing earphones and listening to songs, preferring to be isolated from other people. As Chloe often remarked, Beca has grown up not getting the minimum hug requirement.

Beca knew Chloe painting her nails would mean lots of touching, and touching made Chloe very happy (whether it was on a sexual context or not). And a happy Chloe makes Beca happy, too—everybody wins. Even if Beca does have to compromise her personal space... she thinks it's about time.

"Let me just dry my nails and I can do yours," Chloe blew on her fingertips.

"Or you can do me," whispered Beca, pecking her girlfriend on the cheek, making Chloe's face blush a shade almost similar to her nail polish.

Chloe giggled at Beca's daring, her face heating up. "Not now, Beca."

"But you totally thought we were going to," Beca grinned, making Chloe feel very flustered. The brunette tried copying the signature Beale wink but failed miserably.

"Oh stop, Beca," Chloe avoided the question and turned back to the movie, ineffectively changing the subject. "Now look at Mila Kunis's eyes and tell me how you cannot love them?"

Beca just blurted out the first thing off the top of her head which was, "I like your eyes better."

This made Chloe blush a lot more. "You really like me, do you?"

"Yeah, I do. Otherwise I won't be calling you my girlfriend. Now will you please paint my nails?"

Chloe pulled the box of nail polish closer to her and made herself comfortable beside the other girl. "What color do you want?"

Beca stared at Chloe's face dreamily. "Like your eyes, babe."

Giggling, Chloe searched through the box. "I don't know what's got in you tonight, Mitchell... Luckily, I have a shade almost like that. I wore it once, and that week, about five people told me that it brings out the blue in my eyes."

"They must've found you very pretty, then," Beca grinned and leaned against the wall. "Maybe someone will recognize that I'm wearing my girlfriend's eye color on my nails."

Chloe gave her a long look before Beca realized what she said. "That sounded a lot better in my head, Chlo."

"Yes, Beca, it did."