A/N: One shot set in my own universe with an established
Bechloe. It started out as pure smut, and then I put some fancy window dressing
on it to make it all respectable like. Please
let me know what you think, love it or hate it. I’m relatively new-again to
writing and I’d love to know if I’m going in the right direction. I may have a
multi-chap going if there’s enough interest – though that’s smut free at the
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Pitch Perfect and all wherein
belong to Universal. I’m just borrowing them.
When Beca realized that Chloe was going to stay at Barden
after failing Russian Lit – unintentionally, per Chloe – they had originally
just made plans to share a room. But then Chloe spent the last week of the
school year convincing and bribing the rest of the Bellas to come back two
weeks early and help clean out the attic of the house.
Aubrey even came back and helped sort what was trash and
what was tradition. “I don’t trust the hobbit to not throw away an important
Bella memory.” But since Aubrey had brought beer, Beca decided to let that one
Once they were done, the room was big enough for their queen
sized bed and matching nightstands - Beca’s idea - and still have space for
Beca’s mixing setup along the banister - Chloe’s idea. A small built out walk
in closet sat in one corner and their dresser fit perfectly along the wall. The
rest of the room was filled with Chloe’s vanity and small sitting area in front
of the stairs, consisting of a couch, low table and a large chair that were
already in the attic and no one had wanted to haul downstairs.
Aubrey had brought up the table and two chairs that she had
brought home one day when she and Chloe had shared a dorm in their freshman
year. The two of them had spent several weekends sanding down and refinishing
them. It had served for studying, late night meals and an uncomfortable pillow
on more than one occasion.
Beca put on an overly sweet smile and said, “Aw, thanks for
the housewarming gift, Aubs.”
Aubrey had refused to look at her and instead opened another
beer. “It’s not a housewarminggift when it’s been here the entire
time. It also belongs to Chloe and I couldn’t fit it in the van.”
Chloe watched as Aubrey wordlessly held the bottle out to
Beca, who took it with a less-sarcastic-than- normal salute of thanks. She
loved watching the two of them banter, finding their way to a friendship that
both had once deemed impossible.
It was Spring Break of Beca’s sophomore year and Chloe’s
first as a Super Senior.
On that first Saturday, Chloe and Beca stirred slowly, limbs
tangling as they stretched. What had started out as soft good morning kisses started
to turn into something heavier, both still warm with sleep and rising desire,
when there were several loud knocks at the door at the bottom of the stairs.
“Get out of each other’s pants and come down to breakfast.”
Stacie’s voice carried up to them. “Everyone but you is leaving today. Come say
goodbye, you can scissor later.”
Chloe groaned while Beca yelled back, “Dude!” Beca could
hear Stacie’s laugh outside the door and let her head thump back down to the
mattress. “Fuck. OFF!” A quiet voice in her ear pulled her attention firmly
back to the bed.
“No…” Chloe’s hands snaked back under her shirt, nails
scraping and fingers pulling Beca’s hips closer. “Fuck. Me.” Chloe’s thigh
slipped between Beca’s and pressed upward.
Beca breathed out and ground helplessly down. “Oh. Fuck.” It may have been louder than she
intended as Stacie’s voice drifted up to them.
“Actually, you guys sound really fucking hot. Maybe I’ll
just pick your lock again and join you this time.”
Beca jumped as the doorknob rattled. She squeaked out “Breakfast?” as she tried a
last ditch effort to control her libido.
Chloe hummed in disappointment as Beca flipped the covers
back and jumped out of bed. Stacie was probably (mostly) joking, but Beca was
not going to take any chances. Besides, she was right. The rest of the girls
were leaving for Spring Break to visit their families. Or, in Fat Amy’s case,
“I could tell you my plans, but then I’d have to put you down like a dingo gone
wrong.” Beca was almost intrigued, but then realized that if those plans
included Bumper and nudity, she was better off not asking.
Beca was taking a shift at the radio station again this year,
this time during the day, and Chloe opted to stay at Barden with her. They
would have the house to themselves for almost a week. The least they could do
was see the rest of them off.
Chloe stretched leisurely before she sat up and swung her legs
over the side, watching as Beca pulled on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, then ran
a brush through her hair. Chloe waited until Beca turned around and then pulled
her sleep shirt off. She stood slowly and made her way to the dresser behind
Beca, making sure to slide against her.
Chloe loved watching Beca’s eyes darken with need, the way
her fingers would twitch at her side. But what she loved most was when Beca finally
couldn’t stop herself from reaching out, her hands skimming up Chloe’s ribs.
Chloe arched her back, anticipating the touch over her breasts when they heard
the door creak open and the unmistakable groan of the first step.
“DUDE!” Beca threw herself in front of Chloe and spread her
arms, thankful there was no direct view from the doorway below. “WHAT IN THE ACTUALFUCK?” She felt Chloe snicker behind her. “This isn’t funny, Chlo!
What if we’d been in the middle of…” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “You know.”
“You should be able to say ‘sex’, Becs.” Chloe leaned
forward to whisper in her ear. “Especially when you’re so good at it.”
They told you you’re not enough.
Not skinny enough.
Not pretty enough.
Not smart enough.
Not talented enough.
Not outgoing enough.
Not sexy enough.
Not creative enough.
Not determined enough.
Not relaxed enough.
Not strong enough.
Not educated enough.
Not adventurous enough.
Not worthy enough.
Instead, they told you which attributes you have too much of.
Too thin skinned.
I wanna tell you, and I hope you dare to listen and to never forget my words ever again:
You are perfectly made just the way you are.
There’s a reason why you’re in this world. The things others keep criticizing in you might be the exact thing the world needs you to share. You’ve been told to be too sensitive? Maybe you’re meant to live your life using your sensitivity as your core strength. There is a desperate need for people who haven’t numbed themselves, who are brave enough too feel. People have called you out for being too talkative? Maybe there are a thousand words the world needs you to speak, loud and clear. Maybe you should be an activist, a writer or motivational speaker. You’ve been told to be too weird and crazy? Maybe your calling is to create art that will touch others so much because they finally feel seen and understood.
You, my dear, are beautiful, inside and out, and you decide who you want to be and what you want to give into this world. Don’t let one more narrow minded person tell you you’re too much of this or too little of that… you’re perfectly made just the way you are. Your life is a precious gift of indescribable worth - dare to share your light. Dare to share what you’re able to bring into this world. There’s no other you out there. Share your gift and don’t let anyone belittle you.