The Basketcase and The Princess

Chapter 16

Chloe was pushed against the table with the force of Beca's kiss.

Chloe felt wanted.

The wood made a sharp high pitch scraping noise.

Chloe giggled, Beca's quick fumbling kisses muffled it. Chloe giggled at them too, she liked the feeling of Beca's needyness. The rush. The rush of Beca wanting to be all over her any chance they got. The rush that it made her feel, adrenaline surging and a physical rush, wet.

Hands at her hips, Beca lifted Chloe to sit up on the table as Chloe kissed her back. Beca felt Chloe's smile. Beca really liked the feeling of Chloe's smile against her lips. It made their lips meet in unexpected ways, always new, exploring.

Chloe's hands ran through Beca's hair, as she felt a low pulse running through her. Small waves of pleasure splashing at her core, growing faster and more powerful as Beca's kisses got hotter. Her tongue sweeping. Beca tried to slow down her kisses, take in every moment with Chloe but she couldn't process every thought, every feeling as she was hit with too much happiness all at once. Syrupy sweetness coated Beca's tongue. The bitterness of Beca's coffee stung Chloes. Chloe's lips made her forget where she was, what day it was, what her own name was. But Chloe reminded her of that as she mumbled it against her, as she licked her way up Beca's neck. And started nibbling on Beca's ears, licking over her 'monstrosities'. Beca swore she could be part Ferengi with what Chloe's ministrations to her ears were doing to her.

Knees weak.

All that kept Beca up was how her body leant against Chloe's. Her hips rolled forward and into Chloe. Chloe's legs hooked around the back of Beca's legs, her hips rising off the table to meet where Beca stood. Beca's hips rolled down again, trapping Chloe where she sat on the table. Beca's hands fell from where they were clutching at the collar of Chloe's black and blue barred top to be flat against the table on either side of her.

"Hmmm Bec like that." Chloe stated. She knew. It wasn't asked.

"Shut up," Beca didn't need to be told, reminded of what she was doing, what she thought she shouldn't be doing but wanted it too much to care. Chloe fisted her hand in Beca's hair in response, tugged a little. A gasp of surprised, then Beca turned her head and captured Chloe's lips that were turned up in a wicked smile. Kissed her harder, tongue taking charge, fast, gasping for breaths as she took. Beca pulled on Chloe's bottom lip. Beca whispered into her, "...don't stop."

Chloe smiled, breaking Beca's hold on her lip. Chloe turned Beca's neck to the side. Chloe licked up and nibbled her way back down.

"Like this?" A low moan of approval was all Chloe needed to know Beca was into this. "Tell me," A small bite. "what..." Soothed with her tongue. "You..." A shuddering breath felt against Chloe's lips, "Want."

"I... Oh..." Beca's mind raced with all the things she wanted to say to Chloe as Chloe pulled back so she could look into Beca's eyes. But Beca couldn't speak. All wants and needs stuck in her throat. "Fuck."

"Now that I can do." Chloe's grin and wink made Beca feel, no, know this was all she needed. Right here. Now. Between Chloe's thighs. "What do you want Bec?"

"Ohhhh fuck..."

"If you can't tell me, show me."

"...I guess... you'd say... what can make me feel this way?" Jesse sang as he finished up the last of his coffee, "Now where is my girl?"

All records put away for the day, same old menial task as the day before, but he didn't care. He got to hang out with Beca. So yeah, another good day that could lead to an even better night.

"Talking bout my girl... I got sunshine on a cloudy day with my girl..."

Beca took the hand of Chloe's that was at her hip, and pushed it up under her dark brown tank top.