For Lovers Only

Chapter 21: When it rains

The high-pitched whistle woke the couple up, the pair immediately bolting upright. Neither understood what was going on, sleep still in their eyes. It took a couple of seconds for the fogginess to leave, only for realization to hit them with full force.

Oh no. They were pulling into the station.

"Beca!" Chloe hissed, swatting her arm repeatedly to get the brunette's attention. "We're here! We gotta get dressed before somebody finds us!"

"Shit!" Beca tripped over the pile of clothes in a scramble to get up. She hopped on one leg in an attempt to put her panties on. As she was struggling, Chloe was searching for her own panties, not being able to find them anywhere.

"Up there," Beca pointed, nudging Chloe toward the metal rack above the seats. And there were her panties, resting on the luggage rack for all to see. She snatched them, put them on as quickly as she could before she slipped on her sundress.

Once they were somewhat decent and presentable— it was totally obvious what they had been up to— they grabbed their luggage and exited the cabin. The queue to leave the train took some time, and when they reached the front of the line, Beca and Chloe were greeted with a lovely surprise that awaited them outside...

Rain. It was raining. Great.

With a quick glance at one another, the duo shrugged and stepped out, quickly running under the small awning on the platform.

"What now?" Chloe asked, shaking out her hair with her fingers once they were out of the pouring rain.

Beca didn't hear a word she said, only seeing her lips move with no sound. She had Beca transfixed in an instant. She trailed her eyes downward, unable to help it, and the sight before her made her throat dry.

Beca could see everything.

It was like she'd never seen Chloe exposed like this before. Hell, less than ten minutes ago she'd had a complete, uncovered view of her body in all of its naked glory, and now, here Beca was gawking at Chloe as her soaked sundress left nothing to the imagination.

She just had to not wear a bra today— today of all days.

Beca fought hard to listen to what Chloe asked her, but this was one battle she knew she couldn't win. Chloe could see where her eyes were and covered her chest up with her arms.

"Eyes up here," she directed.

Beca took one last peek, couldn't help it. "Sorry," she mumbled, looking anywhere but her eyes, and other areas.

"Sure you are," Chloe said, an eye roll not far behind. "Now, let's focus. It's raining, and we don't have a car to get to our hotel."

Eyes widening, Beca looked extremely guilty. Noticing this, Chloe entered her personal space and raised an eyebrow.

"What? What is it?" She pondered, hands on her hips.

"Uh... I—"

"What'd you do?"

Scrunching her face tightly in a contorted manner, Beca began sweating and her heart pounded so loudly in her chest she was sure it could be heard above the sounds of the trains' whistles and engines.

"It's not so much as what I did do. It's more what I didn't do..."

Almost immediately, Chloe knew what Beca meant.

Oh, she was in trouble. Big trouble.

"You didn't— God, Becs! Where the hell are we supposed to stay now?" She was absolutely furious, and her anger with Beca only made it that much more harder for the brunette to control herself.

Damn woman had a hold on her. The combination of her soaked, see-through sundress and her boiling anger was enough to make Beca lose her focus and concentration.

"Well, we— I could..."

How the hell was she supposed to figure this out, with Chloe standing there like that? With her hands on her hips, she opened herself up to Beca's gaze once more. God, this was impossible.

Eyes closing, she put out her hands and waved them, palms out, toward Chloe's chest. "I can't concentrate on anything you're saying until you cover your junk."

Huffing out a breath, Chloe gave her a hard punch on the arm, and since Beca had her eyes closed she didn't see it coming. So it hurt that much more.

"Ow! What was that for?" She asked as she held her throbbing limb.

Bent over, Chloe rummaged through her suitcase and pulled out one of Beca's leather jackets, before slipping it on and zipping it all the way up. "For acting like a horny teenager. Seriously, Beca. We have no where to stay and all you can seem to do is ogle me."

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I messed up." Beca sighed, taking a seat on the bench behind her.

Seeing how frustrated and mad she was at herself made the redhead feel guilty about being so harsh. It was an honest mistake. And it did give her thrills she was able to evoke that big of response out of the smaller woman just by being soaked from the downpour and having her breasts exposed in full view. Especially considering she had just seen her nude only minutes before.

Chloe joined Beca on the bench, taking one of her hands in hers, their fingers laced together. "We'll figure something out," she said, more calmly this time.

"I really am sorry, Chloe."

"It's okay," she told Beca, easing her anxiety and guilt. "We'll get a cab, then find a motel. And I'm the one who should be saying sorry for snapping at you. You've done so much for this trip already and I should've pitched in to help."

Beca gave a tight-lipped but appreciative smile. She slowly leaned in, her eyes flicking down to Chloe's lips before locking on her blue eyes. She could see her take in a shaky breath; Chloe knew what was coming and she shook in anticipation.

At least, that's what Beca assumed. It could've been the cold, wet rain that made her shiver.

Either way, she caressed her lips and brought her closer. Holding her as close as possible, Beca's hands moving along Chloe's back, she tried to warm the other woman up while her mouth remained attached. The couple eventually needed to break away due to lack of air, and when they did, they leaned their foreheads against each other's as they caught their breaths.

"Let's go. The faster we find a cab, the faster we find a place to stay." She stood up to gather her belongings, leaving Beca on the bench.

Her gaze never faltered from the gorgeous redhead in front of her; Beca practically undressed her with her eyes. She mumbled hotly under her breath, "Yes. And the faster we leave, the faster those wet clothes can come off..."