Abbi's Addictions.

Well... maybe she needs the porn because she can't find Mr. Right? Lol :)

I'm going to write a sentence of a bechloe fic. Then you write the next sentence and keep going to make something long, juicy and unpredictable.

Chloe looked suitably nervous as she let her gaze slowly roam around the empty spaces of the bathroom, avoiding Beca’s curious gaze. The last thing she wanted was to scare Beca or make her feel as uncomfortable as the time she had forced Beca to sing Titanium with her. Beca meant more to her now. So much more. She knew that if she allowed herself to imagine that Beca felt the same way, she would be left disappointed.

“Chlo, why are you nervous? Its nothing you haven’t seen before. Besides, if anyone should be uncomfortable i think it should be me? I mean, I’m not very outgoing and stuff.” Beca could sense Chloe relaxing a little bit at her statement. She thought back to all the times Chloe had dragged HER out of her comfort zone–like that time at the water park. Or the free couples pole dancing class she had won.

Chloe stood there for a few moments, simply gazing at the blurry outline of Beca’s back through the glass door of the shower. Her legs felt like jelly, and her breathing had noticeably quickened. Her heart felt as if it were beating out of her chest.

“That’s not true, Becs. All I have to do is close my eyes and you’re standing naked in front of me.”

Any retort died on Beca’s lips as she watched Chloe slowly and teasingly lift up her shirt.

“Sorry–i just…” Beca stumbled over her words. A dark blush rose upon her cheeks as the soap slipped out of her hands. But she didn’t dare remove her eyes from Chloe’s. “Just, like. Admiring?” She said, her voice cracking at the end.

Chloe raised her eyebrow in question. “Just admiring, huh? Take a picture, Becs, it will last longer.”

Chloe’s smile never faded as she slowly stepped into the shower behind Beca. She balled her hands into fists so she wouldn’t be tempted to grab the perfect hips before her.

Beca’s eyes involuntarily closed at the huskiness she heard when Chloe said her name. It took every bit of control she possessed to stop the shiver that was desperate to run across her body. Beca distracted herself by turning up the temperature of the water.

“ one of my biggest regrets about college,” Chloe’s voice dropped lower, sounding huskier as she became more aroused. She took a small step closer and gently placed her hands on Becas hips, waiting for the younger woman to pull away.

“That’s not exactly true, Chlo”, Beca whispered gently as she allowed the shiver to caress her body. Chloe’s hands felt perfect on her hips, as if they belonged there, and nowhere else.

“I–wh–when?” Chloe whispered, forehead coming to rest on Becas. Her eyes hadn’t left stormy blues since she had turned around. And the fact that she couldn’t seem to remember ever holding Beca in her arms…other than when they were drunk, was really distracting her.

“O-okay”. Beca could feel Chloe shaking slightly as their bodies pressed together properly for the first time. It was overwhelming. Jesse had never made her feel this way.

“And I just want you to know that I love you, Chloe. Okay?” Beca whispered, voice shaking.

Fireworks. That’s all Chloe could see beneath her closed eyelids as she felt the gentle caress of Beca’s lips on hers. It was everything the redhead had imagined and more.

Hands grasped firmly to wet hips, Beca smiled into the kiss, seeing her own array of fireworks behind her eyes as soft lips collided. She hadn’t expected chloe to willingly make out with her. In fact she was fully prepared for the woman of her dreams to give her a short peck on the lips and call it a day.

Breathing soon became an issue, and although Chloe would love nothing more than to continue kissing Beca for as long as she allowed her, she pulled away and gently rested her forehead against Beca’s.

“All good things Chlo,” Beca smiled softly before placing another firm kiss on her friends lips. She linked their fingers together and pulled chloe into her arms, spinning them around and finally wrapping her arms around the woman from behind as they stood in the warm spray.

They spent a few moments blissfully unaware of everything around them. Chloe remained standing in Beca’s tight embrace, their lips gently pressing together, with the warm water still cascading over them.

They exited the shower together a few minutes later, and wrapped up in their respective towels, stealing glances at the others backside when they weren’t looking.

Beca’s movements faltered as Chloe whispered that into her ear. She looked into Chloe’s eyes through the reflection of the mirror and smirked, never once stopping her own movements. It could have been minutes or hours that they just stared into each other’s eyes. Beca realised that it was because they had moments like this that everyone thought they were together.

“Yeah. I’ll meet you downstairs in a few?” Their eyes we’re still locked in one another’s in the steamy mirror. Chloe brought an arm around Becas waist and took a step closer, studying their reflections.

Beca leaned back against Chloe, their bodies fitting together as if made for each other, and she moved her hands so they they rested gently over Chloe’s. The warmth emanating from Chloe made Beca feel as if they were one person… One entity… After all, her heart already belonged to the redhead; she just needed to tell Chloe.

Chloe giggled and ran her tongue over the spot she had just nipped at.

Beca let out an involuntary moan as Chloe’s teeth scraped a particularly sensitive spot on her neck. Chloe pulled back slightly so she could look directly into Beca’s eyes, and the brunette could clearly see that Chloe was not as unaffected as she pretended to be. Her eyes were almost completely black and her cheeks were flushed.

Chloe nodded and slowly made her way out of the bathroom, looking both ways to check for Bella’s as she exited.

Beca let her eyes rest on Chloe, simply drinking in the sight of the beautiful ginger, who also happened to be her closest friend. The ginger who is currently smiling at her as if she is her entire world.

“Finally understand? Finally understand what Beca!” Chloe’s eyes soon filled with tears…what if Beca wasn’t on the same page as her? A million thoughts began to run through her head as she stared blankly at her best friend…at her world. What if Beca wasn’t on the page in the book of life that said ‘Fall in love with your best friend’? What if Beca hadn’t even entered the chapter of life that allowed her to fall in love?

Beca clasped both her hands to her mouth at Chloe’s exclamation. Her heart leapt to her throat and she could feel her eyes welling up with unshed tears.

“So…” she took a second to wipe her nose and tried to compose herself. The tears that were now falling were no longer sad or confused of from anger. She smiled and let out a choked laugh still sniffling. “So you–you want an ‘us’? Like, we’re…a thing?”

Beca tilted her head slightly, leaning closer to try and force Chloe to look at her again. She was sure that she had never smiled so much in her life. This was simply incredible.

I'm going to write a sentence of a bechloe fic. Then you write the next sentence and keep going to make something long, juicy and unpredictable.

Chloe looked suitably nervous as she let her gaze slowly roam around the empty spaces of the bathroom, avoiding Beca’s curious gaze. The last thing she wanted was to scare Beca or make her feel as uncomfortable as the time she had forced Beca to sing Titanium with her. Beca meant more to her now. So much more. She knew that if she allowed herself to imagine that Beca felt the same way, she would be left disappointed.

“Chlo, why are you nervous? Its nothing you haven’t seen before. Besides, if anyone should be uncomfortable i think it should be me? I mean, I’m not very outgoing and stuff.” Beca could sense Chloe relaxing a little bit at her statement. She thought back to all the times Chloe had dragged HER out of her comfort zone–like that time at the water park. Or the free couples pole dancing class she had won.

Chloe stood there for a few moments, simply gazing at the blurry outline of Beca’s back through the glass door of the shower. Her legs felt like jelly, and her breathing had noticeably quickened. Her heart felt as if it were beating out of her chest.

“That’s not true, Becs. All I have to do is close my eyes and you’re standing naked in front of me.”

Any retort died on Beca’s lips as she watched Chloe slowly and teasingly lift up her shirt.

“Sorry–i just…” Beca stumbled over her words. A dark blush rose upon her cheeks as the soap slipped out of her hands. But she didn’t dare remove her eyes from Chloe’s. “Just, like. Admiring?” She said, her voice cracking at the end.

Chloe raised her eyebrow in question. “Just admiring, huh? Take a picture, Becs, it will last longer.”

Chloe’s smile never faded as she slowly stepped into the shower behind Beca. She balled her hands into fists so she wouldn’t be tempted to grab the perfect hips before her.

Beca’s eyes involuntarily closed at the huskiness she heard when Chloe said her name. It took every bit of control she possessed to stop the shiver that was desperate to run across her body. Beca distracted herself by turning up the temperature of the water.

“ one of my biggest regrets about college,” Chloe’s voice dropped lower, sounding huskier as she became more aroused. She took a small step closer and gently placed her hands on Becas hips, waiting for the younger woman to pull away.

“That’s not exactly true, Chlo”, Beca whispered gently as she allowed the shiver to caress her body. Chloe’s hands felt perfect on her hips, as if they belonged there, and nowhere else.

“I–wh–when?” Chloe whispered, forehead coming to rest on Becas. Her eyes hadn’t left stormy blues since she had turned around. And the fact that she couldn’t seem to remember ever holding Beca in her arms…other than when they were drunk, was really distracting her.

“O-okay”. Beca could feel Chloe shaking slightly as their bodies pressed together properly for the first time. It was overwhelming. Jesse had never made her feel this way.

“And I just want you to know that I love you, Chloe. Okay?” Beca whispered, voice shaking.

Fireworks. That’s all Chloe could see beneath her closed eyelids as she felt the gentle caress of Beca’s lips on hers. It was everything the redhead had imagined and more.

Hands grasped firmly to wet hips, Beca smiled into the kiss, seeing her own array of fireworks behind her eyes as soft lips collided. She hadn’t expected chloe to willingly make out with her. In fact she was fully prepared for the woman of her dreams to give her a short peck on the lips and call it a day.

Breathing soon became an issue, and although Chloe would love nothing more than to continue kissing Beca for as long as she allowed her, she pulled away and gently rested her forehead against Beca’s.

“All good things Chlo,” Beca smiled softly before placing another firm kiss on her friends lips. She linked their fingers together and pulled chloe into her arms, spinning them around and finally wrapping her arms around the woman from behind as they stood in the warm spray.

They spent a few moments blissfully unaware of everything around them. Chloe remained standing in Beca’s tight embrace, their lips gently pressing together, with the warm water still cascading over them.

They exited the shower together a few minutes later, and wrapped up in their respective towels, stealing glances at the others backside when they weren’t looking.

Beca’s movements faltered as Chloe whispered that into her ear. She looked into Chloe’s eyes through the reflection of the mirror and smirked, never once stopping her own movements. It could have been minutes or hours that they just stared into each other’s eyes. Beca realised that it was because they had moments like this that everyone thought they were together.

Romanticize fat girls.

Truth.

This was NOT the thing I should've seen after starting to rewatch "Lie to Me".