Picture credit goes to my dear friend, @fangirlperson05
Thanks for the prompt dude! I don’t usually take them, but you asked for something cuddly and fluffy and thus, this was born. Enjoy this.
Bechloe never fails to melt my heart and I will ship these girls for a long, long time to come. I hope you nerds enjoy this… god they’re perfect for each other… goddamn, here come the feels.
It was one of those rare Friday evenings where all the Bellas had been given the evening off rehearsals to relax and rest their aching bodies. Chloe and Beca had been pushing them extra hard over the last 4 weeks, with 2 and a half hour practices each day, and they felt the girls deserved some time to get the feeling back into their legs.
Chloe had immediately latched onto Beca’s arm and demanded that they have their “Bechloe time”, as Amy had dubbed it. It had been exciting for the Bellas to witness all of the collective moments between the two girls where they were sure something would happen. However, after 3 years of the never ending relationship with puppy boy and all of Chloe’s meaningless flings, they had given up hope of anything ever happening.
“C'mon Becs!! I need my daily dose of lady jamming!” The redhead gushed excitedly.
The brunette’s steps faltered and her jaw dropped at Chloe’s bold statement. She deduced that there was something wrong with her hearing; there was no way that Chloe had said what she thought she heard. Nevertheless, she stuttered out, “Wh-wha? Lady… j-jamming…?”
Smiling impishly, Chloe innocently looked back at her tucking a stray strand of Beca’s hair behind her ear. “Yeah Becs. Lady jamming… every mix you make is like a million tiny orgasms for my ears.”
Her smile widened as she saw the younger girl’s eyes visibly darken and cheeks flush in obvious embarrassment. Teasing Beca was her favourite hobby and she revelled in the feeling of making the aspiring DJ hot and bothered. If she had her way, she’d be making the girl hot and bothered in a very different and more physically… pleasurable way.
She intertwined her fingers with Beca’s, her heart pounding ferociously as the brunette did not try to pull away nor did she look uncomfortable with the contact. If anything, her fingers tightened around Chloe’s and she pulled the redhead slightly closer to her as they continued walking.
That’s what Chloe lov-liked about Beca most. Apart from her unadulterated passion for music and the fact that she lived and breathed harmonies and melodies, she let Chloe in. She handed Chloe a ladder for her to scale her highest walls and she now that she was there, she had no intention of leaving. Seeing everything that made Beca who she was is what Chloe had wanted more than anything in the world, and she felt honoured that Beca trusted her enough to share it with her.
Arriving at the Bella house, the two girls spared a moment to check on the other Bellas and smiled when they saw the girls all gathered in the sitting room watching Titanic for the 5th time that week.
“Don’t let go, Jack!” Stacie shrieked, bursting into tears whilst Lily shifted away from her, clearly uncomfortable.
Shaking her head at their predictability, Beca glanced over at Chloe, letting her eyes roam over her beautiful features. Seeing Chloe’s smile never failed to make her heart rate quicken, and she knew no one else had ever had that effect on her. She lightly tugged on the other girl’s hand gesturing towards the stairs and Chloe smiled at her sweetly in response.
Entering the bedroom that Beca shared with Amy, Chloe disregarded the Australian’s bed and threw herself down onto the other one. Beca smiled at Chloe’s ability to look like she belonged anywhere, although her heart ached at the knowledge that the senior would never feel that way about her. The brunette was well aware that she belonged by Chloe’s side; the redhead had eased her into a world filled with comfort and endless support and she could not imagine being anywhere else.
Shaking herself from her thoughts, she jokingly stated, “Please do mess up my perfectly made bed, Chlo. Please do leave no space for me, I guess I’ll just sit on the floor in MY own room!”
Chloe giggled at Beca’s dramatics and gestured at Amy’s bed, openly laughing at the disgusted look that adorned the brunette’s face.
“Chlo, do I have to spell it out for you? I don’t want to use Amy’s bed. I don’t know what she’s done with Bumper on it, nor do I want to know. Knowing Amy’s laziness, it’s likely that the sheets and duvets have not been washed.” She shuddered at the thought, because eww.
With a straight face, Chloe said earnestly, “Don’t worry about that Becs. I’m sure she wouldn’t deface her own bed that way.” At Beca’s pointed look, she smiled and continued, “But I wouldn’t put it past her and Bumper to not have even made it to her bed, after all, your bed is closer to the door…” She trailed off when she got her desired reaction.
Beca’s jaw dropped in shock and her eyes went impossibly wide in pure horror as she turned to look at her bed. Chloe could no longer hold herself back and she roared with laughter, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was clutching her stomach and Beca snorted as she accidentally rolled off the bed and onto the floor, abruptly ending the laughter. Or maybe it started a new wave because Beca’s snort set them both off.
Minutes later they both lay next to each other on Beca’s bed, catching their breath and gazing adoringly at each other. These were the moments Beca lived for; just the two of them, no interruptions, in their own little world where nothing else mattered. Chloe reached out and gently tucked some stray strands of hair away from Beca’s eyes; her hand lingering on the brunette’s soft cheek. Feeling Beca quietly gasp, she removed her hand and gently lay it on bed in front of her, her palm outstretched as if waiting for Beca’s hand to follow.
Gently tapping Chloe’s hand, Beca quickly got up from the bed, missing the frown on Chloe’s face, and brought her laptop back with her. Chloe’s smile was back as she sat up excitedly, waiting patiently for Beca to allow her to listen to her mixes. She wasn’t lying earlier; Beca’s mixes are her kryptonite. There’s something so undeniably unique about them; the passion that goes into making them is what makes Beca so special. In addition to this, the girl in question only ever shares them with her; no one else. Beca letting people into her world is a rarity, and Chloe knows that she will do everything in her power to ensure that Beca never regrets placing trust in her.
The redhead took the headphones from Beca’s hands, pressed ‘play’ and shifted on the bed so that she sat in between Beca’s legs, her back pressed to the smaller girl’s front. She knew Beca had to be eased into things, as if she were a frightened puppy, and although she felt the smaller girl initially tense at the contact, it didn’t take long for her to relax. What surprised Chloe most was that Beca brought her arms around her front so that they rested on her stomach; cradling Chloe into her warm embrace.
Beca couldn’t see Chloe’s smile lighting up her entire face, but it also meant that Chloe couldn’t see her reaction either. It is unnerving to watch someone else listen to her music, and although Chloe has always liked her mixes, she still feels self-conscious about them. From this position, she can physically be close to the redhead without being emotionally vulnerable.
Closing her eyes, the older girl sang along enthusiastically and Beca felt her heart jump with joy and her arms tightened unconsciously around Chloe. Feeling brave, the brunette placed her chin on the bare shoulder in front of her and breathed in the fruity scent of Chloe’s shampoo. It was a fragrance she had always associated with the other girl; and when she was not physically next to her, it was as if she were.
Savouring the moment, Chloe rested her full weight on Beca and felt herself start to drift off, feeling more comfortable than she could ever remember being.
It was quiet. Too quiet. The only noise that could be heard was the blaring of music through the headphones. The other girl had been silent for much too long, so Beca leaned around her to look at her face. Chloe was sleeping peacefully.
Not having the heart to wake her, the DJ removed the headphones from Chloe’s ears, and placed them gently on her nightstand. She carefully shifted them so that her own back was against her headboard and checked that the senior was lying comfortably.
After taking a quick selfie of them on her phone, she quickly sent it to Chloe and, knowing she would love it, unlocked the redhead’s phone and made it her screensaver. She could almost hear the squeals of joy and feel the tight hug that would soon follow.
Closing her eyes, Beca found herself wishing more than anything that she could, someday soon, find the courage to make this her reality.