The Basketcase and The Princess

Chapter 31

Beca woke.

Could feel the warmth in her eyes.

Could feel the warmth in her entire body.

Hummed contentment in the back of her throat.

Happy.

Fuck.

Becca 'effin Mitchell was happy. Beca had made Chloe happy. Beca had made Chloe cum. Beca had stayed. In Chloe's arms.

The warmth was Chloe. Everything that felt so right the night before, on waking, still felt right. Dare Beca say perfect. Yeah she just might. Not aloud. Where anyone could hear. But to herself, yeah this, right now, with Chloe.

Perfect.

Relaxed.

Almost to the point of being numb.

Comfortably numb.

Beca smiled, stifled a small giggle.

Beca turned, a little, in Chloe's arms, loved the feeling of their legs shifting against one another, and then she just lay, head against the pillow and just looked. No. The word 'just' never applied to Chloe, but Beca did. Look. She traced the way the sunshine illuminated her splayed hair against the pillow. Beca shook a little as her hand hovered just before she lightly touched her fingers to red locks. Beca's eyes closed. Slow. A smile. Small. She shook her head at herself feeling her eyes roll inside their lids as she tucked a warm dishevelled lock behind Chloe's ear.

Dishevelled because of her.

Beca had made Chloe cum.

Beca lent in and kissed Chloe's ear. Light. And another small kiss because she couldn't resist.

Beca wanted Chloe to wake up. Selfishly. Was it? Maybe. Beca wanted Chloe awake so she could kiss her. Properly. Fully. Beca wanted Chloe awake so she could kiss down her neck, her breasts, lick down her stomach, kiss and kiss Chloe until Chloe asks her, no, begs her, until Chloe begs her to be inside her again.

Chloe's eyes opened. Slow. Sleepy. Saw Beca. Her smile spread up and up over her face until it shone out her eyes.

Beca didn't know what to say. She didn't want to spoil the magic of the moment. Of waking up. Together. With Chloe. Together. Fucking together. She tried to stifle her smile a little, it was so uncool how happy she was, right? How big her smile had the potential to be.

Chloe played her fingers in the small curls at the nape of Beca's neck.

"Morning beautiful."

Chloe smiled. Slow. Waited. Wanted Beca to kiss her. First.

"Mmm gorgeous." Beca had tried to say good morning but couldn't. Couldn't form words let alone a sentence, her brain switched off, no her brain over loaded by being there with Chloe. In Chloe's arms. Beca tried to centre herself, compose herself, gather and put herself back in functioning order by concentrating on the feeling of Chloe's arms. Strong. Safe.

"What?"

Beca's eyes closed slowly, she hummed, content. When she opened her eyes she was met with the bright ones of Chloe. In the early morning sunlight Chloe's blue eyes glistened ridiculously bright. Beca shook her head a little.

"How are you... I..." Beca inhaled then sighed. "I-I... can't... just... wow."

Chloe giggled at her.

"What?"

"Your eyes..." Beca inhaled again, head light, airy, she tried to feed her brain some oxygen. Stop the dizziness. "Can I take you to lunch today?"