The Basketcase and The Princess

Chapter 20

"And you're..." Chloe's hand wandered down Beca's sweaty body, she trembled, under Chloe's touch. Tendrils of pleasure hitting Beca still, spiralling out from her core. Chloe loved having that power. Power over Beca. Power to make Beca feel that good. She let her fingers dance over already hard nipples, past and down to where Beca's ribs twitched. Because of Chloe. Down to where Beca's stomach spasmed. Because of Chloe. Down and down as Chloe tried to memorise Beca's body and Beca's response to every single one of her touches, telling herself that she wouldn't do this again, already knowing it was a lie, she wanted this. Wanted Beca. Wanted to be back inside Beca. Feel complete again. Wanted Beca to want to be inside her. Chloe dipped a single digit into Beca's wetness.

"I-I'm..." Beca barely heard the word come out her own mouth, distant. All she could feel was Chloe's finger. Chloe. Chloe's finger slicked over her clit, Beca eyes fought against rolling shut, trying so hard to seek out Chloe's eyes and get her answer as Chloe slipped easily back into Beca. A gasp, distant, hers? Chloe's? Chloe curled. Chloe felt Beca's flesh warm and wet, contract around her finger. Chloe looked up from her hand and up to Beca's face. Beca's mouth formed an invisible 'O', as her breath caught in her throat, her head rolled back, losing the battle, eye brows dancing in pleasure. No pain. Pain because Beca had known she had wanted this, knew from the first moment she had been pulled in by Chloe's smile on the first day she had met this damn red head that she had wanted her, and it scared her as much now as it had that day. Pain because she was a fuck up that had taken way too long to get Chloe. No. Too long to take what she wanted. Take Chloe, but Chloe had taken her. Breath away.

"You're..." Chloe pulled her finger out. Slow. Beca was left feeling empty. Chloe brought up her finger, soaked. Soaked by Beca. Soaked with Beca. Up to her own mouth, slipped it across her lip, sticky, wet, and waited until their eyes met again and moaned as it entered her mouth, and the taste of Beca hit her tongue. A taste she knew instantly she would never forget. Never want to forget.

"I'm... w-what?"

"Mine."

An arrow. From Chloe's mouth fired directly into her chest. Her heart. Beca choked. Too much happiness. Seeing, hearing Chloe do that. Taste her. The happiness twisted into her, a knife, stabbing her because she knew she didn't deserve the woman next to her. Chloe's moan was a pebble dropped in Beca's pond, and each ripple out from the impact was of happiness, each ripple on the water cut through her, but Chloe made her feel wanted. Needed. Loved. Fuck.

Beca turned and captured Chloe's smirk in a kiss then another and another as she lay on her, over her, moved on top of Chloe. Beca gasped into every minuscule gap that formed between each and every kiss, hot and firm, tongues explored as the thought ran up that hill in her mind to tell her that she wanted her tongue to explore, to taste the rest of Chloe. She ripped her lips away from Chloe's mouth, barely, and felt Chloe's smirk form again against her lips. Beca held herself up a little on her arms. Looked down and saw the smirk, the knowing smirk, the one that said that Chloe knew exactly what was going on in Beca's mind. Beca's eyes dipped down past the smirk and curved over breasts that she hadn't previously been able to process the feeling of. Had been too preoccupied with the feeling of Chloe being inside of her, of Chloe fucking her, too busy trying to process that, fuck. She was still processing that, couldn't even process that Chloe had fucked her.

Chloe.

Chloe had made her cum.

Chloe had unravelled her, split her into a million shattered jagged pieces and hadn't even had the audacity to even try to put her back together. She was still shaking, she hadn't noticed how much, she didn't have the mental capacity left to think of the rest of Chloe moving against her. Beca lent back in, threading her hands in Chloe's hair, anything to keep them from moving downward, anything to keep Beca anchored as she kissed Chloe again, slower, trying to process the feeling of every inch of her body being in contact with Chloe's almost naked form, as Chloe's arms encircled her. Beca felt nails digging, leaving little half moons in her back as she moved her hips, rolled them down into Chloe's. Felt Chloe rolling hers up, both moaning into one another as they grind, into one another, legs sliding against, tangled, trying to find the right amount of pressure, wanting more, fighting to find the right angle up against each others thighs. Beca moved one hand from where it was twisted and pulling a little in Chloe's red locks to slide down the curve of Chloe neck, where she pawed a little, held still there a little longer feeling Chloe's pulse beating hard, fast against her fingers before scraping her own nails down her collar bone, lightly over the curve of her breast, down Chloe's waist and hips, and pulled one of Chloe's legs up and around her waist. Closer. Impossibly, closer.