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“Tell me something you’ve never told me before.”
“That’s a tough one, Chlo. You’re quite literally the only person who knows all my secrets.” Beca winks and Chloe lets out a small chuckle before throwing one of her legs over both of Beca’s to straddle her waist.
“Come on,” Chloe begins, wrapping her arms around Beca’s neck, “There’s got to be something.”
“Hmm,” Beca genuinely ponders for a moment but truthfully can’t think of something she hasn’t told Chloe over the past five years. “Yeah, I’ve got nothing.”
Chloe moves in closer, beginning to leave light kisses on Beca’s neck before moving up to gently nibble at her ear, “What about any fantasies?” She whispers.
Beca gasps lightly, her hands immediately grasping for purchase at Chloe’s waist. The question shouldn’t really come as a surprise, considering her and Chloe had been dating for the past six months. Nonetheless, Beca can’t help the wave of embarrassment that washes over her as the answer to Chloe’s question is immediately pushed to the forefront of her brain.
“I don’t have any fantasies.”
“Liar,” Chloe nips at her jaw and Beca can’t help the whimper that escapes as her hips rise on their own accord. “Everyone has a fantasy.”
As Chloe is leaning back to switch to the other side of her neck, Beca takes advantage and ducks away, leaving some space between them and meeting Chloe’s eyes, “Then why have you never told me yours?”
“I didn’t need to tell you,” Chloe slides her hands under the hem of Beca’s t-shirt, her fingertips skimming along her sides and immediately causing a wave of goosebumps to form on the skin underneath them. “We already played out my biggest fantasy.”
Beca tries to hold Chloe’s gaze, but as hands make their way farther up her shirt, Beca finds her eyes slipping closed before she is leaning into Chloe again. “Yeah?”
“Mmhm,” Chloe murmurs, before trying to lean in for a kiss. Beca pulls back, now determined to find out when exactly she had partaken in Chloe’s biggest fantasy.
“When?” Beca asks, “What was it?”
“Mmm, now look who’s curious.”
“Chloe,” Beca whines, “Tell me.”
Chloe leans in, lips brushing against Beca’s and it takes everything she has not to surge forward and kiss her, “I’ll only tell you,” She leans in even further and, losing all semblance of self control, Beca tries to meet her halfway. Chloe is the one who pulls back this time, “If you tell me yours.”
Beca huffs, “Chloe.”
Chloe leans back further to make eye contact with Beca, “So, you do have one?”
Beca rolls her eyes but doesn’t answer, leaning back into the cushions behind her.
“You know you have nothing to be embarrassed about, right?” Chloe says, meeting her eyes as her fingertips continue to draw soothing patterns on Beca’s sides. “It’s just me.”
Beca sighs, “There might be, like, one thing.”
Chloe smirks. “Yeah?” Her hands skirt around to her back so she can pull Beca closer to her once more.
“Yeah,” Beca sighs again when Chloe digs her nails lightly into the skin on her lower back before trailing upwards, “But you have to tell me first.”
”Last month,” Chloe begins without hesitation, “On the plane”
Immediately, memories come flooding into Beca’s mind. It had been their first annual Bella’s reunion trip. After a booking mistake made by no one other than Amy, Beca and Chloe had been forced to share a hotel room with Aubrey. They were still keeping their relationship under wraps then, and sharing a bed with Chloe for five nights with little-to-no physical contact had been one of the bigger challenges Beca had faced.
Lingering touches, teasing, and way-too-obvious staring over the course of the week all but had Beca squirming in her seat by the time they were on their flight home. Chloe had asked for a blanket and draped it over the two of them. Pretending to sleep, Chloe had slipped her hand into the front of Beca’s jeans, teasing her until Beca simply couldn’t take it anymore and pulled Chloe into one of the bathrooms on board when she thought none of the other Bellas were looking.
Turned on as she was, nothing could have prepared Beca for how desperate Chloe seemed once they were behind closed doors. When Beca finally got her hands on her, she came so hard and so fast that Beca had to clamp a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans.
“Joining the mile high club was your biggest fantasy?”
Chloe rolls her eyes and shoves at Beca’s shoulder playfully, “Not necessarily sex on the plane. Though, that was fantastic.” Chloe winks and Beca can’t help that slight blush that overtakes her features, “There’s just something about losing control like that. To not be able to wait until we get home. To see you get up and grab my hand, pulling me through the aisle even with all the Bellas watching.”
“They were not watching!”
Chloe chuckles, “Please, Becs, you can’t tell me that they didn’t know exactly what we were going to do.”
Beca’s blush deepens as she remembers Amy telling her, “Didn’t know you had it in you, shawshank,” and patting her roughly on the back as they were walking down the tunnel after getting off of the plane.
“I’ve always had a little bit of a thing for getting it on in public,” Beca rolls her eyes and Chloe chuckles, “But in public with you? I guess I just never thought it would happen. Which would have been, like, super fine if it didn’t. But when it did?” Chloe feigns fanning herself, “I lost it.”
Beca’s the one to laugh then, “Yeah, you did. I’ve never seen you come so fast.”
“Yeah, well,” A rare blush overtakes Chloe’s cheeks, “It was super hot. Your turn.”
“My turn for what?” Beca teases, shooting Chloe a questioning look.
“No, no,” Chloe starts, “You’re not getting out of this one, Mitchell. Tell me.”
“I don’t know,” Beca says, leaning forward so that their lips are brushing, “I might need some convincing.”
Chloe surges forwards and kisses her hard. Beca immediately moans into the kiss, her grip on Chloe’s waist immediately tightening. Chloe wastes no time, slipping her tongue into Beca’s mouth and doing that thing with her tongue that she knows will make Beca give her anything she wants.
Beca whimpers helplessly as her hips rock upward, searching for contact. Chloe puts a sliver of space between them, just enough so that Beca can’t keep kissing her. Beca grunts in annoyance, trying once again to lean forward, but Chloe pulls back.
Beca pauses, swallows, closes her eyes and says, “I want you to…”
Chloe moves forward, avoiding Beca’s lips but moving down to kiss at her collarbone instead, “It’s okay, Becs.”
“I want you to tie me up.”
Chloe freezes. Beca panics.
“I mean, um,” Beca stutters, “We don’t have to actually do that, just, uh-” Beca’s cut off when Chloe resumes kissing her way up Beca’s neck, back up to her ear.
“I think,” Chloe whispers hotly, “That’s really hot.”
Beca shudders and swallows thickly, “You do?”
“Mmhm,” Chloe says, “Is that all?”
“Well, I-” Chloe bites at Beca’s skin before sucking harshly, Beca gasps, “I want you to tie me up and I don’t want to come until-” Beca’s own moan cuts her off when Chloe grinds down into her lap.
“Until?”
“Until you let me.”
Chloe groans, her hands moving out from under Beca’s shirt and up over her back to tangle her fingers in her hair and tug her forward. The kiss is searing. Desperate. “Didn’t know you were so kinky, Becs.”
“Oh my god, I am not. It’s just a fantasy.”
“It doesn’t have to be.”