#aiaoy

Oh let me see what I can scrounge up in here. *sounds of clanking, shattering, a cat yowl, some banging* Ah!! Here you go!!

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“Oooh, makeout time,” Stacie whispers at them as they head up the stairs.

Beca glares at her, but when they reach the upper landing and are out of earshot, she nonchalantly says, “I really do need a warning if this is makeout time. I just had garlic bread and I need a mint.”

Chloe giggles and twists to walk backward, sliding the hand holding Beca’s collar down to hook around the first done-up button. She tugs and Beca stumbles closer, bracing her hands against Chloe’s hips. “Oh, is that what you were hoping would happen up here, Becs?”

"The little bit of space that had been between them in the group photo is not present in this one. They’re pressed close, Chloe’s eyes shut, her forehead resting against Beca’s cheek. Her arms are looped around Beca’s neck, fingers laced through her hair. Chloe’s hat on Beca’s head and Beca’s sunglasses perched in Chloe’s curls. Beca’s smile is soft and content, a little sleepy. Her wrists are crossed behind Chloe’s back, knuckles brushing along either side of her spine. The LEDs from the pool have painted them pink and blue and their friends are just blurred shapes in the background."

- All I Ask of You chapter 22

From the wings: All I Ask of You Emilie Kouatchou and John Riddle

The phantom listening: