Bechloe Smut

In the beginning...

Chloe POV:
"Oh God" I moaned.
I hated getting out of bed any day but today, today is even worse. The Bellas are eating at a restaurant this evening and Beca promised that she would sit next to me. Surely Beca had realised my crush on her: all the other Bellas had, they were constantly teasing me about her.
I hear a knock at my door. "It's too early" I shout, burying my face in the pillows. She comes in anyway, of course she does, "it's time to wake up" she sings. She knows I hate her singing in the morning, especially after I've already fantasised enough and...
"Sorry, what?" I ask, while I had been daydreaming, again, she had asked me something.
"I said, 'What food do you want later?'".
"The usual, you know how much I love their sausage"
She smirks and wiggles her eyebrows.
"Not like that, just... get out" I rush, throwing a pillow at her. She turns and goes towards the door. As the door clicks shut I sigh and sink back into the duvet.
"You know, when I say get up that doesn't mean until you think I'm gone".
Goddammit, she did it again. I wrap the duvet tighter around myself and say, "If you want me up then get me up yourself".
She jumps on me and pulls, but I'm too heavy for the smaller girl. I grin in satisfaction as she pulls and pulls at me. She eventually gets up off me but I daren't open my eyes for fear that she will do something horrible. I hear her padded footsteps cross my room and slip out the door.
Just as I am about to fall asleep again I feel a cold drip on my face. I frown and start to turn over. That's when she decides to drop the. Sopping cloth on my face. I shriek and jump out of bed, flinging the offending cloth at her.
She lowers her voice and says, "Oh dear, did I make you wet?"
I flush and she takes advantage of my embarrassment by jumping at me and tackling me to the ground. I laugh and struggle with her, eventually pinning her to the ground and straddling her waist.
Then, of course, Amy walks in.
She turns bright red and backs out saying, "Oops, sorry guys am I interrupting?"
I stare at Beca in confusion and she stares back equally confused.
Then we both realise: I'm straddling her, our clothes are ruffled, our hair is mussed and we are both red faced and sweaty. It looks like we have just been making out. "Oh" we say, simultaneously, "Oooh".