The Right Place

Chapter Forty-One

CHLOE: When do you finish work?x

BECA: In another three hours :( x

CHLOE: Next question: how am I going to wait that long for you? ;)x

At the recording studio, Beca had been slaving away over a track for what felt like a lifetime. The late shift used to be her favourite one to take, as she rather enjoyed the peacefulness and tranquility of a night time studio, free of most workers. However, since she'd acquired a girlfriend, the brunette had tried to avoid as many of the shifts as possible- preferring to be in bed, wrapped up in the arms of a cuddly redhead. It was sickly and domesticated, cheesy and cringeworthy, but it was also painfully true.

This night was particularly hard for her to get through without longing to be at home, due to the fact that her and Chloe hadn't had time recently to be well...wrapped up in each other let's say. Chloe was experiencing the longing feeling too, and she was about to use technology for her future sexual benefit. By increasing the tension while they were apart, she knew it would make the passion even more intense in person. Chloe was fantastic at being intense, and she made passion seem like an artform all in its self.

Beca knew it too.

BECA: You can't wait for me for a few hours, but you waited for me for all these years? ;)x

The brunette tapped her fingers on the desk in suspense, awaiting that all-important, guaranteed flirtatious response. Hey, she needed something to while away the hours, and this was definitely an effective way of passing the time. Even if it did make her count every miniscule movement of the second hand on the clock.

CHLOE: That was different. Back then I couldn't do whatever I wanted to do to you whenever I felt like it ;) x

BECA: Who says you can have me whenever you feel like it? I'm not your toy x

CHLOE: Ooh toys...x

Eyes opening widely at that last message, Beca self-consciously scanned the room around her to make sure that no one had witnessed the filth her girlfriend was coming out with.

Then, she grinned like the cat who got the cream.

BECA: Dude, I'm at work right now. Keep it PG x

Back at home, a wicked grin spread menacingly across Chloe's face. Soon, Beca would be in the palm of her hand.

CHLOE: Don't remind me where you are. You know one of my fantasies is to have you right there on the desk ;)x

A flutter that twirled into a warmth in Beca's chest rose like flames to colour her cheeks rouge. Blushing profusely, and now wondering if Ethan five studio doors down from her could tell what was occurring, Beca typed her reply.

BECA: You're insatiable. Plus, that would never happen.
BECA: My desk isn't comfortable enough. I'd prefer the studio couch ;)x

CHLOE: Too bad you're not alone at work...x

BECA: Yeah, I guess I'll just have to pin you against the bedroom wall later instead...Damn it x

CHLOE: Oh my god, get your ass home.
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Three gruelling hours after their heated texting session, Beca was slipping her shoes off at the front door of her home, and was padding upstairs in her socks.

Before she entered the bedroom, she silently tip-toed into the bathroom for a swill of strong mouthwash, a spritz of perfume, and to check herself out in the mirror. They'd been waiting all week for this moment, and she wanted to be at her optimum level of confidence. Once she was satisfied her tiredness wasn't showing in her face anymore, (a touch-up of concealer works wonders), she headed eagerly in Chloe's direction.