The Basketcase and The Princess

Chapter 32

"Today was..."

"Yeah?" Beca kissed her. Broke by her smile.

"...like..." Chloe kissed Beca's smile. Mumbled into her "...totally..." Another kiss, pressure harder. "...amazing..."

"Yeah?" Beca mumbled a question that didn't need asking into Chloe's kisses.

"Totally."

"I mean," Beca lent back, encircled by, safe in, Chloe's arms. Lent back and looked between Chloe's eyes. Dark. And Chloe's mouth. That smile. Hers. Focused on that smile, wanted to see nothing but it. Always be the reason for it. "...yeah it was." Beca said, flippant. Rolled her eyes, head back. Her smile, small, betrayed her tone.

"I ain't..." Chloe was tipsy. Maybe a lot more, the night air when they had left the bar, made her head swim. Beca made her head swim. The way Beca was looking at her made it difficult to stand. It was the best look Chloe had ever seen. The want in Beca's eyes. The dark desire that desired nothing but her. "...I can't drive..." Air stuck in her throat as Beca's hands brushed down her sides. "like this..." Back up her sides. Breasts cupped by Beca's palms. Light. "...though erm yeah..." The feeling of Beca's hands on her made any semblance of words being able to be formed into a coherent sentence impossible. Complete. Utter. "I can't you... either... yeah uhhh..."

"Me..." Beca lent and kissed Chloe's neck. Breath slow. Heavy. "...neither. Drive I mean..." Beca couldn't function in the language of english either, as she looked down at her hands, then back up to Chloe's smile. "...fuck..."

"...Damn..." Chloe arched her back into Beca's hands. Beca squeezed. Hard. "...get a cab?-"

"-a room?"

"Hmmmm..." Chloe felt electricity run through her body, volts sent from Beca's hands into her. "...yeah."

"Don't think I can wait," Beca kissed Chloe, sloppy and needy, kisses breaking as she smiled, tried not to, tried to kiss Chloe deep, show her how much she wanted her, but Beca couldn't stop smiling as they stumbled backwards, Beca's hands fumbled, off Chloe's chest, fumbled at Chloe's car. Awkward. But Beca managed it. Door open.

"Get inside."

Chloe pushed Beca. Beca stumbled. Awkward until she was laid across the back seat. Chloe's back seat. Beca had pictured this far too many times to embarrassingly admit even to herself. She thought about the time Jesse tried to fool around in his car, pushed away how awkward and boring that had felt, and concentrated on how amazingly perfect and right this felt, right now, with Chloe. She scooched back, hands behind her, wanted them to be on Chloe.

"Oh fuck." Muttered. Almost just to herself as she watched Chloe climb into the car after her, up her, on her. Beca looked up at Chloe. Chloe's jean clad thighs straddled her waist. "I love you." Chloe's smile faded. This now. Was real. So why couldn't she smile. She was happy. She was. Something just didn't feel right. Fuck it. They were together. They were real. Beca lent up, kissed Chloe. Head moved back, small space between them, as she looked deep through the grey darkness into Chloe's blue eyes. "I love you."

"Stop talking."

Beca stopped, used her lips to kiss every where the shadows hid Chloe from her. Parked around the back of the bar, no street lamps, there was nothing but shadows. Beca unfastened each button of her own top that Chloe's breasts were currently in. Fuck, Chloe was right, her shirt did look better on her. The dark navy had made Chloe's sea blue eyes even lighter, but in the dark, in the shadows the navy brought out the flecks of black in Chloe's eyes that Beca swore were never there before. But desire brought them out. Made them real. This. Them. Now. Was real. Beca had started from the bottom, Chloe had not wore anything beneath Beca's shirt. Beca splayed her fingers out, ran her palm up over taught muscles, Chloe's tight toned stomach, felt, and loved the feeling of it twitch beneath her palm. Until only two buttons remained, Beca cocked her head, loving seeing tanned flesh, and knowing in two small pops of buttons that the strained breasts beneath her shirt would be free. Beca could already see Chloe's nipples, hard with the night air, hard with being there, above Beca, hard with Chloe being turned on by being there in the darkness in the back of her car with Beca. Beca wanted to run her tongue over them. Bite, pull enough just enough to hear Chloe gasp. A small amount of pain.