The Right Time

Chapter Thirteen

Chloe discovered that Beca was singing in the lounge with Cynthia Rose and Stacie. Chloe had just finished her bath and was in her robe when she watched them from the stairs.

Without warning, Beca launched into an impressive rap, earning shouts of encouragement from Stacie and Cynthia. Chloe found it a massive turn on when she rapped.

When Beca stopped and had to catch her breath, the redhead walked nonchalently into the room, pretending that she hadn't been watching. She perched herself on the sofa.

'Yo, red, you missed it- Beca was just rapping at the speed of light!', Cynthia said.

'I actually did hear it. It was awesome', Chloe admitted.

Beca left the table and joined Chloe on the sofa.

'Are you feeling a bit better now?'

'Slightly, thanks to you'

'You underestimate the power of the mighty bath', Beca joked.

Stacie and Cynthia Rose sat on the other sofa and the TV was switched on. The girls watched an hour of a detective show, then Stacie decided to hit the sack.

'Night girls', Stacie said as she hugged everyone in turn.

'I think I might go to bed too', Cynthia yawned.

'Are you going to bed?', Beca asked Chloe.

'I want to watch the next episode'

'Okay, I'll stay and watch it with you. Goodnight guys'

The two were now alone in a dark room only lit by the TV screen.

'I can smell your hair from here', Beca said. She was at the other end of the sofa to her friend.

'I hope it smells good'

'It smells of coconut'

Chloe unwrapped her robe.

'I hope you've got clothes under there, Beale', Beca said, watching Chloe from the corner of her eye.

'So what if I didn't?', she teased.

'Don't do that to me'

Gradually, Chloe removed her robe, and then stood up. She stepped over to Beca and straddled her legs. Chloe, who was now wearing a small pair of plaid pyjama shorts and a white v-neck, looked deeply into Beca's eyes.

'You're gonna miss the show', the brunette breathed. She couldn't take her attention off Chloe. It was like she had a magnetic hold over her.

Chloe kept staring into Beca's eyes. Beca had never been so attracted to her. Chloe's eyes looked dark, but glinted occasionally under the light of the TV. The theme song of the detective programme started.

'Last chance to watch it', Beca said, holding her gaze.

Chloe leaned forward and hovered over Beca's neck- her lips almost touching the skin. Beca's breathing shallowed.

Abruptly, Chloe stood up and then walked slowly upstairs. Beca watched her every step.

Calm down, Beca told herself.

She turned off the TV and ran the fastest she had ever ran in her life to Chloe's room.

'One, two...', Chlo counted under her breath. She was waiting on her bed.

Beca opened the door, then firmly shut it behind her. Chloe bit her lip and gazed up at her.

The brunette immediately crawled up the bed to kiss Chloe's neck. Biting slightly, she kissed passionately.
Chloe attempted to put her hands on her friend's waist, but Beca pinned them above her head.

'Oh my god, Beca', the redhead moaned.

After a moment, the brunette realised that she was gripping Chloe's wrists quite hard, so she let go of them. Chloe took advantage of her new freedom, and threw her hands up Beca's shirt; she groped over the girl's bra. Next, Beca moved down to her friend's stomach, so the redhead's hands went from her bra to her hair. Lifting her shirt up slightly, Beca kissed along her waistband, sometimes looking up at Chloe's face. Chloe was a picture of pleasure.

Beca was in between the taller girl's legs, her hands resting on her hips. Her fingers gripped tighter on Chloe's toned sides with every kiss she placed. Suddenly, Chloe pulled Beca up and met her with a kiss.

'I wish I could go further', Beca whispered into her ear.

'I never stopped you', Chloe panted.

'I want to do it right. Tell everyone first, do stuff later'

Chloe raised an eyebrow.

'Make it official, then make it official'

'You still want to wait?', the redhead asked.

'Until sometime after The Worlds. Then we can concentrate on this properly'

'That sounds like a good idea', Chloe said, leaving a kiss on Beca's cheek.

'It's killing me though, because I really do want you', Beca looked into Chloe's eyes.

Chloe slowly unbuttoned the brunette's shirt, keeping eye contact. Beca sat up on Chloe's legs and peeled the shirt from her arms. The ginger girl admired the toned body sat on top of her. She placed her hands on her waist and Beca leaned over to kiss her. Chloe's fingers ran up her friend's back, tracing the dips and curves of her spine.

'Your skin is so soft'

The short girl rolled over onto her back. Chloe's lips touched every bit of skin possible. She started at her neck, then her breasts, then stomach. Beca was close to reaching her limit.

'We have to stop, or I'm going to have to have you'

Chloe giggled, 'Okay, but save that attitude for next time'
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The weekend had arrived, which meant the Bellas had arrived in Copenhagen. Anxiety levels were high. They decided to arrive a night before the competition, so that they could rest before performing.

It was raining when they had to walk to the hotel, so Beca and Chloe were sharing an umbrella. When they eventually got to their rooms, it was getting late, so they said goodnight and went to bed.

At half ten, Beca received a text.

-Can't sleep. Too nervous x-

It was from her best friend. She thought that it would be nice to visit Chloe to calm her, so she walked straight over.

Knock knock. No answer.

-Becs there's someone at my door-

-It's me, doofus x-

Chloe let Beca in and gave her a hug.

'Let's be anxious together', the brunette said.

'Okay'

The two tucked themselves up in the hotel bed. Beca was the big spoon; she played with Chloe's hair.

'Be optimistic. We're going to kick ass', Beca whispered.

'Promise?'

'I promise'