Hold Up, I Love You?

Ten.

(Chloe's POV)

Her nails dug into my skin as they dragged down my back, she arched her back, letting out a small but loud moan as her walls tightened around my fingers. "Chloe!" She screamed my name. She bit her lip and wrapped her arm around my neck, her other hand still digging into my back, and she began grinding her hips into my fingers as she rode out her orgasm. 

"You're welcome." I winked. Beca lay back taking deep breaths, trying to balance her breathing. "Now, if you don't mind, I need to get to class. Next time I tell you I have an eight A.M. and you wake up feeling horny, put on your lady jam and take care of yourself. I need to get to class or I won't be graduating."

"Well excuse me, you're the one who started kissing my neck as soon as you woke up." Beca laughed. "Next time you have an eight A.M. class don't wake up and make me horny, Mitchell."

"Bite me, Mitchell." I shook my head and started getting ready. I had half an hour to get to class, so I went with a simple pair of jeans, a Barden T-shirt, and put my hair in a bun. I ran out of the apartment and got to my Global Perspectives class with a minute to spare. The class went by rather slowly, and I didn't exactly get much done. The entire time I just kept thinking of Beca this morning. She seemed a little distant. Than again she's seemed distant for a while now. I really hope it's not because of our marriage.
I know I said I didn't remember what happened, and I didn't when I woke up, but a few hours after everything went down that morning, it all came back to me. 

*Flashback*

I stood with Beca in the hotel lobby, everyone was starring at us, probably because we were giggling loudly and obviously drunk. We were sloppily making out, and I heard a few old couples mutter something about how disgusting our public display of affection was. I pulled away and Beca seemed a bit disappointed. I gave her a smirk and was about to suggest we go back up to the room when Beca said something, I will never, ever forget. "I want to do something, it may be a bad idea, but we should do it." I gave her a quizzical look and she took a ring off her finger and placed it in the palm of my hand. "Let's get married."

"What?" I nearly choked on air. I looked at the ring in my hands. It was the ring she said her dad gave her when she started high school, she never really cared for it sentimentally, she just liked the way it looked.  She took it out of my hand and placed it on my left ring finger. "Beca? What are you talking about?"

"Us. Let's get married." Beca smiled "I'm in love with you, you're in love with me, and I want you more than I have ever wanted anything in my entire life. And I don't just mean sexually this time, Beale." 

I searched her eyes for a sense of doubt and found none. She was serious. She seriously was in love with me. "Yeah. Yeah let's do it." I nodded. Beca grabbed my hand and we rushed to the hotel's chapel.

*End of flashback*

I think about it now and still can't believe Beca was the one to come up with the idea to get married. I can't believe I went along with it. As unbelievable as it was, it made me smile, and as I walked to Bella's rehearsals I couldn't wipe the stupid grin off my face.
I walked through the doors and walked right behind Beca, who was talking to Fat Amy. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she didn't even flinch or need to guess who it was. She just wrapped her arms over mine and continued her conversation. 

"Alright, Bella's!" Aubrey announced. I let Beca go, and she and the others found seats. Aubrey and I stood in front of them. "Alright girls, we came in second it Vegas, which means the Sock-apella's almost beat us."

"Well maybe if we'd change our set and do a song that doesn't bore people to tears, that wouldn't happen." Beca brought up. Aubrey gave her a pointed glare, and I just held my breath, ready for the explosion. "If you keep making us do that song at every competition then we're gonna lose."