A new beginning

.46.

,,Truth or dare?" Amy question Stacie when the spinning came to a stop, pointing at her.

,,Dare." Stacie reply without a second hesitation, never having been one to reveal emotion - or to chicken out when something crazy is asked of her.

,,I dare you... to make out with Aubrey for at least thirty seconds." Amy smirk, know that although the dark haired girl may be more than willing, the blonde would be appalled. She is half right anyway. Stacie lung across the circle towards the Bellas leader instantly and even without time to properly react Aubrey didn't really seem to mind all that much once their lips met and Stacie's hands went to the side of her face, the blonde react after a moment and wrap her own arms around the busty girls neck to pull her closer. Their kiss only seem to deepen after that, Stacie slide her tongue past Aubrey's parted lips as the blonde ease them back onto the floor, move her hands instead to Stacie's waist.

,,Okay, okay, okay!" Amy call, finally pulling the two out of their bubble. ,,Jesus thirty seconds is up!" she inform them in shock, watch as the two pull away from one another awkwardly, only now seem to realize what they'd been doing.

,,Damn..." Cynthia whistle, watch as Stacie pull her top down again and Aubrey pull hers back up.

,,I'm drunk." Is the blondes only line of defense, her cheeks turn a deep crimson as she avoid eye contact with the group. ,,Now let me spin it." She add, have been seated to the left of Amy.

,,Okay." She mush when the bottle stop and point at me. ,,Truth or..."

,,I choose dare!" I giggle instantly.

,,Right then. I dare you..." Aubrey pauses, knowing she need something worse than making out with one of the Bella's. ,,I dare you to give Beca a lap dance." She smirk. The flawlessness of the plan is two-fold really. One, a lap dance is way worse than a little making out - or a lot of making out, whatever - and two, everyone and their mothers know we have toners for one another, so why not get us to act on it.

,,Deal." I smirk, already standing and grab Beca by the wrist to drag her to the couch.

,,Wait, what?" She question; eyes going wide as she is shoved onto the leather.

,,Just try and control your toner Mitchell." I wink, positioning myself so my legs are either side of Beca's body and my hands are placed firmly on her hip. ,,You need to slide in a dollar to get me going." I husk, quirking my eyebrow and wait for Beca to respond. She look baffled for a moment, but when my long stare persisted she reach into her pocket, pulls out a dollar bill and try to hand it to me only to have me lean down so she could slide it into my bra, trying my best not to enjoy the way her skin goose-bumped slightly when her hand made contact.

,,Music maestro!" I call over her shoulder, never turning round as my eyes remain firmly locked with Beca's. Of course it is 'Titanium' that start to ring out through the speakers, and my eyes widen as my lips curl into a grin, we being the only ones in the room to know the significance of the song. The way my hips begin to sway in time to the beat is ridiculously mesmerizing and although I never lift my gaze from Beca. The second the bass comes in and the lyrics start I slip my thumb into the belt loops in my skirt - because of course it'd have to be a skirt - and inch the flimsy material slowly over her hips and down her thigh, lean in closer to Beca to allow the material to graze her knees as I slide it down to my ankles. By now the room is silent. I straddle Beca's lap before remove my shirt, reveal my matching blue lace bra and underwear. I swing my head in one fluid motion, my hair flicking in a wide circle that grazed Beca's face before fall neatly again around my shoulders. I vaguely made out a holler in the background but don't pay attention to it for long once the snare start as my hands were pinning her shoulders to the back of the couch, my hips rotate in place on her lap. My face is millimeters from Beca's as I grind into her, higher and higher up her lap each time towards her crotch, my hands slide down Beca's shoulders to her forearms, easy guiding her to place her hands on my waist. Then a moan escape Beca's mouth, when my underwear work into the seam of her trousers. The sound don't go unnoticed and I lean in to her ear. ,,What'd say we continue this show somewhere more private?" I husk, breaths coming out sharp due to the work out I'm doing.

,,Aaahhhh!" I wake up by a screaming Beca. The thin air hit my body, because Beca use to lie against me.

,,Hé, what's wrong?" I slide towards her and put my arms around her shoulders. She does not respond to my question, but weeping puts her arms around me. I rub her back in circles, in the hope that it calm her down, but I am wrong. She continues to cry and I'm worried. What did she dream about? ,,Shh, it's going to be okay."

,,They -" She tries to explain, but the words don't come out.

,,Who?"

,,M-my bullies. They -"

,,Becs, talk to me please. I'm here for you."

,,They killed m-me." She sobs. ,,I d-don't w-want to d-die, please help m-me!"

,,Shh, Becs. It's going to be okay. I'm here and I'm not going to let anybody hurt you." I keep rubbing her back. My mind goes back to my dream. Beca's moan really made me wet. I know I'm wet down under right now and that I need some release, but I don't want to leave Beca. I need to put it out of my mind.

,,W-what are you thinking about?" I was so lost in thought that I did not notice that Beca had gone from my arms. What do I need to say? That I had a wet dream about her? What is she going to say about that? What if she laughs about it and say that it will never happen between the two of us?

,,Just my dream."

,,Ow, d-did I w-woke you from a g-good d-dream?"

,,Yeah, but it's okay."

,,W-where d-did you d-dream about?" My cheeks burn and I doubt if I have to say it. ,,You can tell m-me. I find nothing strange."

,,You don't want to know. It's embarrassing."

,,Yes, now I'm all curious! Tell m-me."

,,Promise you don't laugh." She put on her pink and I know what she wants. I connect my pink with hers and she made the promise. ,,Okay, well... I had a dream in which I gave you a lap-dance."

,,A lap-dance? W-where you g-good?"

,,You moaned."

,,Holy shit, Chlo! And w-what happened then?"

,,I asked you if you wanted to release in private."

,,G-go on, I w-want to know w-what kind of fantasy you have about us."

,,Nothing more, because you screamed out your lungs and I woke up."

,,Aw, too b-bad. It sounds like a nice dream." She gives me a wink and if I was not wet enough, I am now. I don't know what she's doing to me, but I like this feelings I have for her. Maybe it's time to make a move. Before I want to ask her if she wants to go on a date with me, she gets up. ,,I'm g-going to take a shower, thank you for comforting m-me." She gives me a kiss on my cheek and disappear into the bathroom. Oh my god, I love her!