For Lovers Only

Chapter 14: Every little thing she does is magic

With the car all packed and ready to go, Beca and Chloe prepared for their journey east to Alsace, France — more specifically to Strasbourg, the capital city of Alsace. The trek would take them just over four hours, arriving there with plenty of time to check into a hotel and enjoy the sites for the remainder of the afternoon into the evening.

Their time in Troyes may have been brief, but it had given them the chance to reconnect, to rediscover one another in ways they'd only dreamed of. It had been magical. That seemed to be the only proper word to describe the last few days.

And Beca simply could not contain her excitement, the curiosity and wonder building in her gut, at the prospect of not knowing what the next five days had in store for them.

Putting the last of the bags into the back seats of the Buick, Beca climbed in the driver's seat and buckled herself in, only to then gaze at Chloe longingly. She was oblivious to her staring, her focus on the city they would soon be departing from.

Beca couldn't get over her. She looked so at ease with herself in that moment, and unable to look away, she merely gazed at her. As the brunette took her in, that word popped up again. Magical.

When Chloe noticed the car wasn't moving, she turned to find Beca staring at her. This only made her smile. Leaning across the console, she barely brushed her lips against Beca's.

"Hey. You there?" Chloe asked, pulling away and grinning when she saw Beca unconsciously titling her head toward her for another kiss. "Beca?"

"Hmm? What?"

"We've been sitting here, not moving, for five minutes. Will we be leaving any time soon?"

Then it dawned on her. Oh, she'd been staring again, hadn't she?

"Right. Right," Beca stuttered, starting the car. "Sorry. Got a bit... erm, distracted."

Resting her elbow on the door, Chloe leaned her head on her hand and smiled at the other woman. "Yeah, I noticed," she said on a laugh.

Shooting Chloe a guilty look, Beca pulled out onto the street as they began the four-hour trek to Strasbourg.

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As the drive went on, and many sing-along sessions later, Chloe grew bored as the final hour of their journey came upon them. At least she had Beca with her, that made things a little more bearable. Chloe glanced over, smiling at her. Beca's gaze remained on the vacant road, eyes never faltering or straying.

It gave Chloe the perfect window to trail her eyes over her body, taking Beca in. And it was in that moment Chloe knew exactly how she was going to make things a little less— well, boring.

Beca hadn't even noticed the redhead staring at her, too invested in driving to care. But when a hand began moving, that was when Beca's attention became diverted.

Chloe's hand didn't retreat from her intended target: Beca's upper thigh.

Briefly tearing her focus to the redheaded vixen in the passenger seat, Beca shot her a grin before turning her eyes back to the road. She blindly reached down and grasped Chloe's hand in hers, giving it a single squeeze and quick kiss, hoping that was satisfactory, only then to let go and hold the steering wheel once more.

A tad frustrated, Chloe grew more daring.

She shifted until her side was practically pushed up against the console that sat between them, allowing her more access. A single digit ran up and down Beca's leg, becoming more confident with each stroke. But that didn't last long, and as Beca tried to push Chloe's hand away, the car swerved as she quickly regained control.