For Lovers Only

Chapter 20: Love train

Four more days until they'd be back in the states— in the real world.

Four more days of bliss and freedom.

Four more days.

It has flown by all too quickly and to accommodate and slow things down just a tad, Chloe suggested taking the train. Beca had been elated at the idea at first, not having been on a train in, well, ever. But that elation soon faded.

Their train was late. Very late.

It's a gloomy and cloudy morning on the nearly empty platform, the smell of exhaust too overwhelming as they wait patiently for the train.

"This is ridiculous. We've been waiting for over an hour," Beca grumbled as she sank down on a bench seat with her arms crossed over her chest. "Can you please go talk to someone?"

Chloe shrugged her shoulders. "I don't think it's going to make much of a difference. I've already talked with the man at ticket booth twice. He said that the train is having complications, so it's going to be late."

A puff of air spilled from Beca's lips as she clasped her hands together. "Well, I don't want to just sit here and wait..."

Chloe glanced over at her from her place against one of the large pillars and sighed; she looked so frustrated. There had to be a way to ease the tension, some way to make that frown turn into a smile. She'd do anything to make Beca smile.

Moments passed before a hand came into Beca's vision, and she stared up to find Chloe standing before her. "What are you doing?"

The redhead had to bite back the smile on her lips, keep a straight face. "Take my hand."

She became hesitant, and even more so when she saw the glint in those blue eyes. "Why?" Beca wondered while she straightened her torso in an attempt to distance herself.

"Just do it. Please?"

Chloe's puppy dog look eventually won Beca over. Without asking any more questions, she obliged and brought their hands together, palm to palm. Helping her stand to her feet, both hands now linked, Chloe guided her toward the middle of the platform. She could feel the anxiety bubble and coil within Beca's frame; her hands were tense.

Beca had zero insight as to what she had planned. Then, Chloe started to dance.

Their bodies twirled around the platform as Chloe led. And soon, Beca let the gliding motions wrap around her, lifting her up to the clouds as if she were as light as a feather.

The large smile on Chloe's lips became contagious, an identical smile forming on Beca's own. Laughter resonated about the vacant space of the platform, both oblivious to their surroundings. The few people who stood on the platform found themselves in awe, they stopped and stared as they watched this beautiful couple dance without another care in the world.

No music played, but that didn't stop them.

They danced to their own beat. The beat of their hearts that pounded through their chests, the small thrum that pulsated between their palms, and the electric energy that traveled through their veins.

Beca let out a rapturous roar of laughter, which caused her head to tilt back as she spun. As soon as Chloe had started to guide her around the platform, she immediately forgot about the delayed train and became focused on the woman in her arms. She was no longer nervous or frustrated. And the more twirls she did, the more tension left her body, until it had completely disappeared.

Chloe couldn't have been more in love with her than in that single moment. She found herself tripping, and missing a step here and a step there, all because she had no self-control when it came to this incredible woman. Her missteps made Beca chuckle, a blush tinting Chloe's own cheeks at her amusement.