Some Day [Bechloe Fan Fiction] *Sequel To Every Day*

7) The One Where You're Not Helping

Beca lent down and kissed Chloe's lips gently, barely grazing them before she pulled away to look down at her handy work. Chloe smiled, still dazed.

Her head shot up and she smashed her lips against Beca's, nipping one gently. Beca inwardly rolled her eyes affectionately and wrapped her arms tightly around Chloe.

The two girls kissed deeply, their hands running over each other swiftly. Chloe moved to straddle Beca, pushing her down forcefully. She kissed all the way down the small woman's neck, causing Beca to wriggle beneath her. Chloe was thrilled.

Then her hands slipped down, her fingers hooking around Beca's belt loop on her jeans. Chloe smirked, all her attention on her hands. She tugged roughly at the jeans, feeling them go taunt as they hit Beca's hips. Chloe looked hungrily at Beca's now exposed midriff. She was completely engrossed in the moment, in Beca's body.

A hand clasped around her wrist, hard, holding her still. Beca had stopped moving.

Chloe looked up at Beca, her eyes full of concern. Beca wasn't looking at Chloe. Instead her eyes were low, almost hidden behind her eyelashes. Chloe sat up, confused.

"Beca, honey?" She said softly, sitting back. Beca still didn't look up. But her fingers dug into Chloe's wrist, beginning to slightly shake. "Beca, what's wrong?" Still nothing.

Chloe slid off Beca and moved to sit beside her instead. Beca's fingers were still clamped around her wrist like a vice. Something was wrong. Something had definitely changed.

Chloe wrapped an arm around Beca's shoulders, ignoring the throbbing in her own wrist. She could feel the old anxiety radiating off Beca. Chloe held back a tired sigh.

"Talk to me," she said.

"Let's not do...anything...tonight," Beca said quietly. "I'm not really...in the mood."

Chloe flinched, looking at Beca. She couldn't hide the hurt on her face. Despite knowing how vulnerable Beca was when she got like this, for once Chloe couldn't bring herself to care.

"Not really in the mood?" Chloe echoed back. "Beca, you kissed me." She pointed out. "You were... I mean, it looked like you... You were enjoying it, Beca! You're allowed to enjoy yourself once in a while! The move here isn't a death sentence, you know?"

"Chloe..." Beca said weakly, but her voice fell short.

"Beca." Chloe retorted. "We haven't had sex since this whole new job thing started. I know you miss Bee and I know you hate your job, but you have to stop punishing yourself, Beca. I'm here. You've still got me. You're allowed to enjoy me!"

"I just can't, okay? Stop pressuring me!' Beca snapped, dropping Chloe's wrist like it burnt and shoving Chloe's arm off her.

"Hey. That is not fair." Chloe said darkly. "I have never pressured you into anything. You cannot lead me on like that and then blame me. It's not on, Becs! You're being unreasonable!"

"I'm being unreasonable! You're the one mad because I won't sleep with you!" Beca shot back, sitting with her back to Chloe.

Chloe sat up on her knees, arms crossed. She blinked back tears from her eyes, focusing on Beca's shaking back instead.

"That's not what I'm upset about and you know it." She said harshly. "You've turned this move into some kind of sentence. Nobody made you move. Certainly not me. Don't you dare punish me for loving you!"

Beca stood up swiftly, causing Chloe to drop backwards from the changing weight on the bed. Beca stood beside the bed, arms slightly outstretched. She swayed gently from side to side, half turned to face Chloe. Her face was grey.