The Basketcase and The Princess

Chapter 30

"-But-but Beale I-fuck-I am I'm so fucking-"

"-Bec stop-"

"-unbelievably it-it fucking scares me so much-"

"-please just fucking-"

"-that... I'm shit I'm-I'm-"

"-please!-"

"-in love with-"

"-Stop!-"

"-Beale-"

"-Stop telling me Bec-"

"-But-"

"-stop. Just stop. Stop fucking telling me."

"...Beale?"

"Show me."

Time for Chloe stopped. As Beca froze. Their eyes locked.

Beca moved.

At Chloe.

Fast.

Time caught up to Chloe.

Quick.

Beca found herself suddenly on top of Chloe. Body moving without thought. No without hindering her thoughts. Letting her thoughts take over her body, letting her thoughts become a reality. Beca loved the way Chloe fell back against her own bed with with a surprised gasp as Beca kissed her neck hard, biting with each kiss and trailing her lips and tongue. Sloppy. She loved the way Chloe tasted. Sickly sweet. Beca bit down again, held the bite. Hard. Moved and bit down again. Hard. Along Chloe's collar bone, her teeth clenching, tightening, harder to hold back, hold in a sob. But it rattled through her, shuddering her ribcage but the sound of pain reverberated through Beca into Chloe.

Chloe's hands that had found their way up scraping at Beca's neck and into Becas hair, dug, twisted, pushed Beca into her, held her closer.

Beca tried to kiss her again but her breath came out, spluttering wet onto Chloe's neck. She bit again. Harder. Rocking her hips into Chloe. Trailing her lips up until she snagged the bottom of Chloe's ear.

"Is this?"

Chloe moaned, her eyes rolling. Lids shutting. Heavy. Pain. Spiking through her body from Beca. Pain. She wanted. Deserved. Loved. At least Beca was making her feel. Something.

"Yes."

"You-" Beca leant back. Looked down, how? How was she back here? How was she so fortunate? "...you sure?"

Chloe snaked her hands around Beca's neck. Brought Beca back. To her.

"Fuck. Yes."

Beca moved. Back. Her lower body. Away. Her lips never leaving Chloe's. As they kissed. Any slice of separate air between them heated. Charged. Chloe pulled on Beca's bottom lip and kept her there. With her. Awkward. As Beca ripped and kicked her own trousers off.

Chloe's hands travelled down Beca's sides, palms flat, feeling every dip and curve, until she had her hands firmly on Beca's waist, pulled her back, flush, pulled her back on top of her and pushed her hand straight down into Beca's panties. Hers.

Beca gasped, rolled her hips. Nothing felt the way Chloe being inside her made her feel.

Nothing.

Nobody.

Chloe's fingers delved straight into her, she wanted Beca in her, but being inside Beca was the greatest feeling. Spurred on by her own need for Beca. Becas gasp and subsequent moan bringing her out of her own need and she removed her fingers from deep within Beca. Chloe still couldn't help stroking over Becas clit as she went to remove her hand. This wasn't happening. Not again. Not like this. Chloe wanted to be wanted. Chloe needed to be needed by Beca.