It Was Inevitable

Chapter 20.

Beca woke on Sunday with a grin, as she stretched her arms and huffed out a breath she sat up in her bed, checking the time. She swung her legs over her bed and hopped into the shower, enjoying the way the water cascaded over her body and made her feel even more awake.
She wrapped her hair messily in a towel when she got out and threw on some sweats before heading downstairs. She called out for her parents, and there was no reply. As she flipped on the coffee machine, she saw a note taped to the side explaining that her father had taken her mom to work and then was out to have breakfast with a colleague. Beca did a mini fist pump as she threw the note in the bin and returned to make her morning coffee.
She sat to drink her coffee and brought out her phone, lazily flicking through social media, laughing at picture that Stacie had sent her of her standing triumphantly in front of her television. Beca just being able to see the score of a FIFA match, 2-0, with the comment 'Guess who won the match' below it. She sent back her congratulations before returning to sipping her coffee.
It was a half hour later when she hit play on her speaker, allowing her favourite songs to fill the room. It was easy to see that the brunette was in a good mood, as she danced around her bedroom, blow drying her hair, picking an outfit and eventually applying her usual eyeliner and mascara. She smiled as she looked in the mirror, grabbed her phone off the nightstand and her keys off the hook before leaving the house.

She tapped on Chloe's door, hood up and cap on to attempt to hide her face from anyone who might know her.
"It's open," she heard a call. She cocked an eyebrow and pushed on the door.
"Honey, I'm home," Beca called as she drifted through the door, seeing Chloe sat on the sofa and throwing her cap in her general direction.
"You're so weird," Chloe sighed as she picked up Beca's cap and put it on, pulling a gangster gesture with her hands.
"Pot kettle black," Beca muttered as she stood above the redhead, who was sprawled on the couch, adorned in a simply t-shirt and shorts. She smirked as she allowed her feet to slightly give way, enjoying how Chloe squeaked slightly as Beca toppled on her. The pair laughed as Beca adjusted her body to be laying on top of the redhead.
"You look kinda cute in that hat," Beca smiled as she pushed a stray hair of Chloe's behind her ear.
"Cuter than you?" Chloe challenged.
"I look badass in a hat,"
"And I don't?"
"Sorry babe you just don't have that characteristic," Beca laughed as Chloe swatted her hand lightly with a scowl and took the hat off her head, instead placing it backwards on Beca's head. She leant forward and kissed her lightly, pulling away with a smile.
"You're really light," Chloe laughed.
"It's 'cause I'm so athletic," Beca smirked.
"Yeah right. No I think it's because you're so small," Chloe pondered as she tilted her head, a knowing smirk on her lips.
"Right, that's it, I'm leaving, I hate you Beale you burn in hell," Beca huffed as she stood up, making for the door and leaving.

Chloe waited for a few seconds, shock and confusion present in her eyes, until the brunette burst through the door and appeared at the end of the couch.
"Huh?" Chloe asked, still shocked, Beca simply shrugged.
"Joke," she stated simply, moving to kiss Chloe again, "I brought you something," she smiled.
"Oh you did?"
"Mmhm, a gift? For helping me," Beca nodded as she walked towards Chloe's door, leaning down to pick up what she had left their earlier, she tossed them to Chloe with a grin.
"A pack of blueberry pancakes, of course," the redhead laughed, "should I get used to your gifts? Flowers last time, now pancakes,"
"I'm just trying to woo you," Beca smiled.
"I don't think you need to, you did it from day one," Chloe mumbled, almost to herself but Beca heard it clearly. It made her smile, understanding that behind the simple quip could be some meaning, a promise perhaps, a promise that she wasn't going anywhere and that this actually meant something to the redhead.

Beca wasn't quite sure how it happened. One minute, the pair were teasing each other about their dress sense, and now Beca lay flush against the couch, Chloe's body hovering just above as the redhead's lips attacked hers. Beca went with it, allowing Chloe to take dominance after she realised it was a real turn-on.
Beca smiled into the kisses Chloe was giving her as she let her hands tangle in red locks, pulling her ever closer. She let her hands roam as they reached under Chloe's t-shirt, asking for permission. Chloe smirked as she quickly stripped off the shirt and tossed it somewhere in the room, allowing her lips to reattach to Beca's.
Chloe's hands worked quickly on Beca's flannel shirt, soon unbuttoning it and pushing it to the sides before Beca arched her back and assisted in pulling it clean off. Both were aware that this was by far the most heated they'd got, but neither wanted to stop. Beca's breath hitched slightly as she realised that Chloe had been leaving kisses in a trail down to her stomach, smirking lightly as she lowered each time.
"You're so fucking hot," Chloe mumbled against Beca's skin, causing small vibrations to spread through Beca's body. Then, as quickly as Chloe's lips had reached her torso they were back, the pairs tongues merging together.

In one smooth motion, Beca hooked her arm around Chloe's back, dragging her underneath her until Beca was straddling her. She smirked down at Chloe, observing how her pupils were blown and red tinged her cheeks. She kissed the redhead slowly, dragging a single finger down her body until it reached the waistband of her shorts. She stopped to look at Chloe, again asking for permission, to which Chloe smiled and pulled Beca back into a kiss. Beca hooked two fingers in Chloe's shorts and pulled until they were off, chucking them somewhere in the room.
"You're beautiful Chlo," Beca whispered as she stared in awe down Chloe's body. She smiled broadly as she leant back down kissing Chloe lightly on her lips before leaving hot open-mouthed kisses down to her collarbone and over the curve of her breast. Beca's thigh pressed unexpectantly to Chloe's core, causing the redhead to throw her head back in a low growl. It was then that Beca heard the thud, instantly whipping her head up to see Chloe with her hand behind her head, grimacing slightly.
"No, not again, babe are you okay?" Beca asked.
"I'm fine Bec, please carry on we can't stop now," she chuckled lightly as she brought Beca's face up to kiss her lightly on the lips with a chuckle.
Beca made a decision. She stood, swooping an arm under Chloe's back and another under her legs, lifting her and carrying her bridal style to the redhead's bedroom. She lay Chloe on the sheets as the redhead giggled, again straddling her as she smiled broadly.
"Now where was I?" Beca smirked as she leant down to kiss Chloe again.

A/N: Filler chapter with a tinge of heat?? I'm tied as to whether I should write Beca's Christmas or skip to maybe Boxing Day or a couple days after...?