Becemily oneshots// 2018

❤️morning cuddles❤️

Emily slips out of bed at the crack of dawn and sneaks downstairs.

Despite it only being November, the weather forecast had predicted monumental snowfall in Georgia for today, and Barden had cancelled classes even before the snow had started. Excited about the unexpected snow in such a warm state, Emily had sped over to the Bella house as soon as she'd heard, eager to spend a snow day with her favorite seniors.

Or... a particular senior.

The snow had started late last night, and Emily knows that the muted brightness coming from the windows — despite the early hour — can only mean that the entire world is covered in a soft, reflective white. She races downstairs as quietly as she can so she can watch the snow falling from the living room window.

But she's not alone. When she tiptoes into the living room, there are already three figures sitting on the couch and staring out at the snow. Chloe has her fingers wrapped around a steaming mug. Jessica and Ashley are huddled up on the couch under a blanket, similarly steaming mugs left cooling on the table behind them. They all look up when Emily gives a quiet greeting.

"Hey," Chloe says. "Want some hot chocolate?"

"Oh. Sure, yeah."

She hadn't been expecting such a gathering, but it's a nice surprise. Jessica and Ashley shift over and motion for Emily to sit between them. "How long have you guys been up?" she asks as Jessica throws the blanket back on over the three of them.

"Less than an hour, I think," Ashley says.

"Chloe was up before us," Jessica adds. "We were joking that she never went to sleep."

Emily laughs. "I thought I was the only one who'd be this excited."

"We've never had snow like this," Chloe says, emerging from the kitchen and handing a mug to Emily. "Not in all the years I've been here."

They all turn back to the window and watch the falling snow. Snow isn't new at all to Emily, but she'd never thought she'd have a snow day when she applied to a school in Atlanta. She wishes they can turn on the fireplace and complete the picture, but after an incident their sophomore year involving a burnt couch cushion and several second-degree burns, the Bellas had been weary of any type of open flame. This is more than enough , Emily thinks, drawing warmth from Ashley and Jessica while sipping her hot chocolate.

"I'm gonna have to ruin the moment," Chloe says after a long and peaceful silence. "But I need to grab something from school before noon so I can finish up a project."

"Shoveling?" Ashley asks.

"Shoveling," Chloe confirms.

Their shed only has two snow shovels, one of them partially broken, so they decide to take turns shoveling the driveway. The snow isn't too deep, but it had mixed poorly with the humidity in the air and created a slushy mess. Chloe and Emily take the first shoveling shift while Jessica and Ashley clear the snow off of everyone's cars.

By the time they switch shifts, all four of them are freezing in their damp shoes and thin jackets. Chloe's hands and cheeks are as red as her hair, and Jessica's shaking so hard that every gust of wind almost knocks her off her feet. They finish up as quickly as they can and trudge back into the house, cold and no longer infatuated by the snow.

"Thanks, guys," Chloe says warmly, her smile bright enough to thaw all the snow that gathered on their shoulders. "I'll bring back some breakfast for everyone. My treat."

"We'll go make some coffee, then," Jessica suggests.

"I'm...gonna go back to bed for a bit," Emily sighs, suddenly exhausted. "Just call m... us down when you're home?"

Chloe brushes some snow out of Emily's hair. "Hmm okay. Give her a kiss from me, will you?" she says with a wink, and Emily feels her face grow hot. Ignoring Ashley and Jessica's teasing smiles, she dashes upstairs, her wet socks leaving a faint trail on the wood floor.

When she returns to Beca's room, the smaller girl is still curled up in her bed. She stirs a little at the sound of Emily's footsteps, squinting through the dark to see who the intruder is. "Morning," Emily whispers, tugging off her sweater.

Beca only groans in response.

"You don't want to see the snow?"

Another groan.

Emily smiles and changes out of her soaked sweatpants into pajama shorts. Beca peeks out from the mountain of blankets and rolls over to make room. "Where'd you go?" she croaks out while Emily shuffles into bed next to her. "You disappeared."

"Shoveling the driveway. Chloe needed to drive to school."

"Stubborn bitch," Beca mutters before her eyes snap open. "Holy shit, you're freezing."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry," Emily apologizes, shying away from Beca's furnace of a body. "None of us really had winter jackets or gloves, so we all kind of froze a little out there."

The older girl scoffs. " All of you are stubborn bitches. Get over here, Legs." She tugs sleepily at Emily's shirt, drawing her closer. Emily can tell that Beca is bracing herself and holding her breath as she tangles their bare legs together, the icy cold of Emily's skin practically steaming against Beca's warmth. It feels amazing and Emily feels like she's literally melting in Beca's arms. The smaller girl buries her face into Emily's shoulder, slowly letting out the breath she'd been holding in. "Fuck, you're cold."

"Sorry," Emily says again, before smiling mischievously to herself. "Sorry for this, too."

And she sticks her freezing hands under Beca's shirt and presses them against her bare back. Emily feels Beca's mouth pop open against her shoulder before she lets out a wordless scream, flinching violently and trying to escape the ice blocks.

"Shhhhhh it !" she hisses, arching her back and pushing at Emily's shoulders. " Not cool, Em!"

"Oh, I dunno, Becs," she teases, flipping her hands so that her knuckles are now against Beca's skin, drawing another scream and flinch from the senior, "I'd say it's pretty cool , wouldn't you?"

Despite Emily's frigid hands, Beca pauses comically at the pun and shoots a mildly disgusted but unmistakably amused smirk at the younger girl. "Fuck you," she says endearingly.

"That's funny," Emily mutters, nuzzling into the crook of Beca's neck and brushing her cold nose against it, "I seem to recall you asking for the opposite last night."

Satisfied that she had stunned the senior into silence, she leans in and places a soft but long kiss at the base of Beca's throat, feeling her pulse accelerate against her mouth. Pulling the tiny girl closer, Emily trails her lips up the length of her neck, drawing out goosebumps and near-silent moans. When she reaches the weak spot behind Beca's ear, the senior snaps out of her trance and leans away from Emily.

" Dude ," she whispers breathlessly, face bright red. "Where did all this come from?"

Emily considers her response for a second. "Retaliation?"

"For what? You're the one who stuck ice cubes on my back."

"You called Chloe a stubborn bitch."

"Oh, my god," Beca says, unable to restrain a smile. "Not even for calling you that?"

"It's a greater offense when it's towards Chloe," Emily shrugs.

"You..." Beca pauses, eyes searching Emily's face for an insult appropriate for such a delightful dork. "...fucking puppy."

With a huge smile, Emily lets out a small bark and licks Beca's nose, making the older girl grimace and rub away the saliva. "Well, this puppy wants a little more sleep before breakfast, so..."

"I'm not liking this roleplay, so yeah. Sleep sounds good."

Beca snuggles into Emily — who's now warm enough to be held without secondhand frostbite — and rests her head against the freshman's chest. Her heartbeat is strong and steady against Beca's ear, and the two drift off back to sleep, toasty and warm under the blankets as snow falls silently outside the window.