The Right Place

Chapter Forty-Five

'Can you believe that in three- no, four- weeks, we'll have been together for six months?'

'That's crazy', Beca admitted, brushing hair back from Chloe's face, who was laying beneath her in their bed.

'And you still haven't made me breakfast in all that time', teased the redhead with the sigh of a weary housewife.

'That's a lie, and you know it!'

'If it's a lie, why do you sound so defensive?'

Beca shook her head and smirked at the silly, flirtatious game that Chloe had trapped her in yet again. 'I'm not rising to it'

'Oh good, because it sounded like you were for a second', winked Chloe. 'If you make me breakfast this morning, I'll forget about this whole thing'

Slumping dramatically into the pillow, her head next to her girlfriend's, Beca groaned deeply, 'I'm too tired to cook'- only it came out as a muffled noise.

'You're what?'

The brunette tilted her head so that her lips were alarming close to Chloe's ears. This created an unbearable torture when she spoke, 'I'm too tired to cook', making Chloe cringe from the loud, too close-for-comfort sound.

Noticing that she recoiled from her speech, Beca jokingly leaned uncomfortably close into her ear again, and this time, spoke as many sentences with 's' sounds as she could possibly summon. Of course, Chloe reacted with equal parts crazed laughter and flailing of arms.

'You're such a jerk to me', she told the DJ, giving her a glare. This glare was unrelenting as she was mounted, and as Beca wriggled to make herself more comfortable between her legs. 'You can't worm your way back in'

Beca chose to ignore this comment, and kissed Chloe instead, fully and smoothly, which was a surprising turn of events considering how childish she'd been acting moments before. 

'Okay, maybe you can', smiled Chloe, content after the kiss.

'I'll cook us breakfast this morning', Beca promised her in return for the forgiveness she'd received.

'Ooh, what are we having, Chef?'

'Anything you fancy'

'What if I fancy you?'

Beca shrugged, 'I get that a lot'

'Oh really? From who?', Chloe giggled, eagerly awaiting a sarcastic response.

'...Just you to be honest'

'No, there are hundreds of people who wish they could be with you, Becs', said the soppy, sympathetic voice.

'Then you should be grateful I chose you', quipped Beca, not one to fall victim to sympathy, no sir.

Cupping her face and leaning forwards for a tender kiss, Chloe told her, 'I'm always grateful'

'Love you'

'I love you too'

Before any more silliness was to be had, Beca rolled off her girlfriend and over to her own side of the bed. She stretched out with a triumphant roar, next falling face-first into her pillow, her hair becoming a dark mane surrounding her head. On the agenda was to be a sleeping lion for the next hour at least.

While the brunette was seriously considering the prospect of entering dreamland to work up the energy to take to the kitchen later, Chloe was twiddling her thumbs in her lap. For silent minutes filled only with the light sound of Beca's muffled breathing, she was thinking about a conversation she wanted to have. The debate currently going on inside of her was whether or not she should propose this idea of conversation to Beca- whether she would be up to it, whether it would be worth the trouble.