Becemily oneshots// 2018

❤️ morning after❤️

The first thing Emily hears when she wakes up is the rain. It's a distant and gentle pattering sound against her window, soothing and lulling her back to sleep.

The second thing she hears is the music, and it tugs her back towards consciousness to counter the sound of the rain.

She opens her eyes blearily to semi-dark room, blinking heavily at the ceiling.

But then the memories of last night come thundering down and her eyes fly open. The Trebles party. Stepping outside to get some air. Finding Beca alone on the lawn, looking up at the stars. Getting into an unexpectedly deep conversation. Admitting her embarrassing crush on the senior in a moment of tipsy bravery. Not expecting anything in return.

Getting everything in return.

Her hand automatically flies to the other side of her bed, and she tries not to let her heart sink too low when it only finds empty space and wrinkled sheets. Emily should know better than to expect her to stay. The Bellas were always saying how she doesn't handle romance and emotional situations too well. So Emily should know better.

But when she rolls over to look for the source of the soft music, her dry lips crack into a smile.

Beca's sitting at Emily's portable piano keyboard, playing a slow and melodic tune that the younger girl doesn't recognize. She can only see a sliver of Beca's face from the bed, but she stares, mesmerized, at that sliver as Beca plays the beautiful song. There's the slightest smile on her lips, and Emily can't look away.

This is the last thing she'd expected to wake up to when they fell asleep last night. Everything had happened so fast and so intensely; Emily doesn't even remember making it back to her room, probably because they had started making out right there on the Trebles' lawn and the rest was honestly a blur. There are, of course, parts that she does remember, and her cheeks flush red at the memories of certain sounds and touches and words that were exchanged between them.

Emily didn't think Beca would still be here when she woke up.

She certainly didn't think Beca would be awake at — she checks her phone — eight in the morning, wearing Emily's oversized T-shirt that goes well past her thighs and playing around on her beat-up keyboard.

The music abruptly stops, giving way to the pitter patter of rain. Beca lets out a bare whisper of a curse, evidently having forgotten how the rest of the song goes. She tries a few times to pick up where she stopped, but she can't seem to figure out the next few bars.

Emily thinks it's adorable and beautiful. "Hi," she croaks out.

Beca turns to her and smiles. "Hey. Morning."

"What song is that?"

Beca raises an eyebrow and tilts her head. "You've never heard of Les Mis ? The musical?"

"Oh. I have, but I never watched it...or heard the soundtrack." Her heart almost stops when Beca smiles warmly and rises from the keyboard, pushing in the chair before padding quietly to the bed. Emily scoots and pulls the covers back over them as Beca crawls in next to her.

"It's called 'On My Own.' The one song I sort of remember how to play from when I was a kid."

"It was beautiful," Emily tells her.

"Thanks."

She'd expected things to be awkward, for them to be tiptoeing around each other for the next few days at practice. Or for Beca to just pretend like it never happened. At the very least for them to not see each other the morning after.

But Beca's settling back into bed next to Emily like they do this every morning, comfortably snuggling into the freshman's arms. "Sorry I played on your keyboard without asking," she mumbles, cheek resting on Emily's shoulder. Her hand rests casually on Emily's chest, fingers just barely grazing her collarbone, and she tries not to think too hard about it. "I didn't want to wake you. But I just...wanted to play something. Sort out my thoughts."

Emily hums in response. "What kind of thoughts?" she asks sleepily, feeling Beca's forehead against her jawline. Without thinking, she instinctively turns to place a soft kiss on Beca's hairline. Her heart skips painfully when she realizes what she'd done, but the senior just breathes out a laugh.

"You know. Just...thoughts. The Bellas. Worlds. DSM." She pauses. "Us. You. Last night." Emily remembers it all again with vivid clarity, and her cheeks burn. "Whoa, dude. Your heart rate just like...actually accelerated," Beca observes with a laugh.

Oh, lord, why am I so embarrassing? "We were, uh. Pretty drunk, huh?" Emily says nervously, even though she knows very well that neither of them were drunk at all.

"We had one drink each, Em," Beca snorts. "Unless you're telling me that one shot of Bacardi had you black-out drunk."

"N-no," she admits.

"Good. Because I kinda don't want either of us to forget last night."

She wiggles up on the pillow so she's level with Emily, and before she can finish her thought of oh, boy she's close , Beca's leaning in to kiss her. Emily melts under the softness of Beca's lips and the way she pulls at the back of Emily's neck like she can't get enough. She hates that her lips are so chapped and dry while Beca's are so perfect and warm, but the senior doesn't seem to mind one bit as she gently takes Emily's bottom lip in between her own.

Is this really happening? Am I just dreaming? Oh, please don't let this be a dream .

And she knows it's definitely not a dream when Beca lets out a soft moan and brushes her tongue along Emily's lips, because there's absolutely no way her subconscious could mimic that kind of sensation. Her mouth parts slightly with surprise, and Beca surges forward to take full advantage of that opening with her tongue.

Emily stops breathing when their tongues meet, and there's so much of Beca but also not enough of Beca and Emily shifts so practically every inch of their bodies are pressed together. And she remembers doing this last night under the darkness of the night and the dizzying effects of alcohol, but there were less clothes involved then.

Beca seems to be remembering the same thing, because she smiles into the searing kiss and lifts her leg a little to hook it around Emily's thigh, pulling them flush against each other. Her hand sneaks under Emily's shirt, and the younger girl arches her back with a sharp inhale as Beca trails her fingers lightly up her spine. In retaliation, Emily slips her hand under Beca's leg and hitches it higher so it's hooked around her hip, and she slides her hand higher and higher up the the smaller girl's thigh.

But then Emily freezes and breaks the kiss when her hand reaches Beca's hip and finds nothing there. "O-oh. You're not...um. N-not..." Wearing anything is how she wants to finish the observation, but it sounds stupid and obvious and not worth spelling out.

Beca tucks her head under Emily's and smiles against her neck. "No, I'm not," she agrees.

"Th-that's...right. Okay."

"You're the one who took it off."

"Oh, my...y-yeah. I remember"

"Do you?" Beca teases, pressing her lips right above Emily's collarbone. She chuckles when the younger girl shudders at her touch and lets out a shaky breath. "You don't need me to remind you?"

Despite how wildly her heart is beating, Emily wants to counter Beca's remark with an equally sly innuendo, but the goodie-two-shoes part of her tugs at her conscience.

"We have. Um. Practice. In about an hour," she says stupidly.

Beca continues trailing kisses — infuriatingly soft, tingling kisses — up the length of Emily's neck. "We can afford to skip one practice," she mumbles.

"Are you s-sure?" Emily stutters as Beca nips lightly over her pulse point. "Won't Chloe get mad?"

They both know Chloe would indeed be mad, but Beca just shrugs. "Well, I'm also captain so technically I can do whatever I want." She grins at Emily and leans in to whisper in her ear. "Or who ever I want."

It's the last thing Emily expects to hear from Beca, especially in that tone and voice in her ear . But she thinks — as she leans in for another kiss and tugs the oversized shirt off of Beca — she should just stop limiting her expectations when it comes to her favorite senior.