Never Fly Too Close To The Sun

"I Thought The Little One Was Spicy!"

Saturday Mid-Morning

Bleary-eyed, Beca woke with a soft yawn. She stretched her arms and fingers out above her head as if she were imitating the 'Ah Zabenya' moment of the lion king; an imaginary baby Simba in the space between her hands. She then extended her legs out from under the duvet and pointed her toes like a ballet professional. Bringing her hands as fists to her glazed orbs, the brunette rubbed her eyes and reopened them to focus on her surroundings. After turning her head and seeing that she was alone on the sofabed, she looked in the other direction to see a figure frozen and staring right at her.

Toiletries bag in one hand by her side, her other resting on her lips to hide the smile spreading across her face, Chloe watched the brunette finally notice her.

"How.. How long have you been stood there?" Beca croaked, slightly groggy.

"Umm," the ginger hummed playfully and pretended to count on her free hand, "Long enough to watch your adorable wake-up routine". This provoked a smile from the smaller girl before, scared, she quickly looked over to Stacie's bed.

"Don't worry," Chloe continued, "Stacie's downstairs having a shower and Aubrey.. She left really early.. before saying good bye.." The taller girl frowned slightly as her voice trailed off, subsequently shaking her head slightly and returning to her previously optimistic mood.

"So, what are we up to today?" She asked, excited at the thought of extended time with her 'friend'.

"Well," Beca propped herself up onto her elbows (unwittingly giving a relatively revealing view of her breasts - and nipples - through her thin t-shirt) to the ginger who was biting her lip hungrily, "I do believe you owe me the sound of your voice for my coursework."

Her eyes still glued on Beca's chest, Chloe replied slowly, "Good point.. Do you want us to get your keyboard.. and then head to mine to use the microphone, etc.." Towards the end of her reply, the ginger had drifted her gaze upwards to meet the smirk and raised eyebrow staring back at her.

"Sounds like a plan," Beca responded in a slightly lower, huskier voice. She chuckled as she saw the girl before her seem to tremble slightly & a blush spread across her cheeks.

Standing up, the brunette strode across to stand head-on (though a little shorter) to the ginger, "I thought it was no longer a sexual desire you had towards me.." She whispered, a smirk still playing at the edges of her lips.

"Since when did I specify it was YOU who made me feel that way.. You're just my sex slave," Chloe winked. She then abruptly pulled out her phone, scrolled through a list of something, and (smiling) tapped once. A song immediately started playing from her device, and she turned the volume to its loudest before tossing it behind Beca onto the sofabed.

As the beat started, Chloe softly pushed Beca back to sit next to her phone before positioning herself a few paces in front with her back to the brunette.

After the beat started to repeat itself 15 seconds in, the ginger moved her hands to the back of her neck (under her tight ponytail) and started to body roll. Each ripple down her body intertwined perfectly with the rhythm of the song ('Pony'). Lost for words, Beca simply sat - gaping - at the girl in front of her.

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10 Seconds Later (0 Beca Breaths)

The sound of Ginuwine's soft voice started and Chloe slowly brought her hands down her torso to pluck at her baggy pyjama shirt, her hips grinding the entire time. Her slim fingers were doing something at the front of the girl's shirt, however Beca wasn't fully aware of this. The smaller girl was focusing on Chloe's toned body from the waist down as it thrusted in time to the music.