Bechole - Das Sound Machine (DSM)

Chapter III

"Chlo, please talk to me. You've been ignoring me all day!" Beca begged once the couple returned home.

Chloe threw her bag onto their shared bed and began to remove her shoes once she sat.

"Why are you ignoring me? Why have you been so cold?" Beca probed.

"Why did you get all nervous when you saw Kommissar?" Chloe snapped.

"What?" She tried to play innocent but Chloe saw right through it.

"Don't insult my intelligence, Beca! I saw the way your cheeks reddened when you saw her. You gulped so loud the entire audience would have heard!"

"Chlo, come on." Beca tried to take Chloe's hands once she finished removing her shoes, but Chloe snatched her hands away when she stood.

"Do you think she's pretty?" Chloe asked.

"What?"

"Do you think Kommissar is pretty?"

"Of course not! She's just intimidating that's all."

Chloe crossed her arms with a dubious expression on her face.

"Okay, fine! She's pretty okay!"

Chloe gasped as her mouth dropped open.

"But she's not beautiful like you!"

"I can't believe this!" Chloe threw her hands up and turned to the ensuite.

"Chlo, please! I'm not attracted to her!"

"No, but you think she's pretty and she has an effect on you. That means something, Beca!" Chloe tossed her hair up into a bun then began to strip.

Beca watched her girlfriend undress until she was stark naked in front of her. Beca gulped loudly as she admired the redhead's beautiful body. Chloe's body always did things to Beca, no matter how many times she saw it, Beca always got turned on by Chloe's naked beauty.

"Put these in the wash will you?" Chloe picked up her dirty clothes and ditched them at Beca before turning into the ensuite, locking the door, and showering.

Chloe never locked the door when she had a shower. It was always left open just in case Beca needed something from the bathroom or if Beca wanted to join Chloe, which she did most nights.

Knowing that Chloe wasn't going to budge, Beca carried herself downstairs and into the laundry where she placed Chloe's dirty clothes in the washing machine.

"You alright, Beca?" Fat Amy asked as she put her dirty clothes in after Beca.

"Yeah, just peachy." She answered with heavy sarcasm.

"I heard the ruckus. You wanna talk about it?"

Beca sighed. "Chloe thinks I'm attracted to Kommissar."

"The leader of DSM?" Fat Amy's voice was higher with shock.

"Yeah."

"I don't blame you. She is quite hot!" Fat Amy laughed but quickly stopped once she noticed Beca's glum expression. "Are you attracted to her?"

"Of course not! There's no one more beautiful than Chloe. I was just intimidated by Kommissar that's all."

"Did you say that to her?"

"Yes, but she was still angry with me. Look, I'm not going to lie, Kommissar is pretty, but I'm not attracted to her and I WAS intimidated. Did you see the way she stood over me like that? She never took her eyes off me. I don't know what it was but I just shut down. I felt like a child being told off by their mother! But Chloe mistook it for me being attracted to her."

"Well, maybe give Chloe some space. I saw how she didn't talk to you for the rest of the day and when that happens it usually means that she's really pissed at you. Just do what you usually do or do something special to make up with her. I know Chloe loves it when you do that, and I also know that she HATES it when you two fight."

"I know, I hate it, too." Beca sighed. "But you're right - I need to give her some space. I've been trying to get her to talk to me all day and we're both exhausted. I'll give her space then I'll try her again later."

If there's one thing Beca hated, it was going to bed angry when she and Chloe were fighting. Beca would have a terrible sleep and so would Chloe, but both of them were stubborn when it came to apologising and making amends. Even though they went to bed angry, the two women would find their way to each other during the night and they woke up in one another's arms. It was as if their bodies knew that they couldn't sleep facing the other way - they had to be touching.

"Well, good luck, Becs. I'm here if you need me," Fat Amy concluded as she made her way out the laundry.

"Thanks, Amy." Beca rubbed her eyes then thought of multiple ways to make amends with her girlfriend.