#furyfic

It had taken about half a year of dating Aubrey Posen to have her all figured out, in Beca’s less than humble opinion. They’d covered her compulsive need for control in the first month. The second had focused on her obsession for winning - a trait that Beca had discovered was not reserved for acapella competition, after a particularly vigorous session in the bedroom. Her strict orderliness had been month three, after Beca had spent the night at Aubrey’s apartment and messed up her trophy collection in a situation Beca had maintained was completely accidental. The fourth month covered Aubrey’s (lack of ) close friendships, and her unusual partnership with Chloe, following an outburst by a jealous Aubrey after the flirtatious redhead had given Beca a little too friendly of a hug. Month five saw some horrifically embarrassing meetings of each girl’s parents, and Beca finally understood Aubrey’s reluctance to discuss her father. And finally, the sixth month had dealt with both girl’s commitment issues, after a drunk Aubrey had confessed her love to Beca, and neither girl had wanted to deal with the consequences in the morning. After that, Beca had assumed that she’d had the blonde all figured out.

It would have been an understatement, therefore, to say that Beca was surprised at the turn of events that saw a naked Aubrey slip into her shower that afternoon. Outright shock, rather, was Beca’s first reaction.

“Aubrey, what the f-” A finger pressed against her lips, rendering the brunette unable to finish her sentence.

“Shh, Beca. We don’t want anyone to hear us now, do we?” Aubrey had pressed herself against Beca, her words ghosting over the curve of the younger woman’s ear. Beca let out an involuntary shiver.

“Why are you even in here? You have a shower at your apartment,” Beca replied, even as her eyes happily roamed Aubrey’s body.

“Yes, I do. A shower that I said you were free to use at any time, instead of coming to this cesspool of mold and moral deprivation. And yet you insist - so I figured I’d find out what all the fuss was about.”

“You know,” Beca squeaked, as the blonde’s hands started roaming her back, sliding lower and lower, “that this is against the rules, right?”

“Of course,” replied Aubrey absentmindedly, dropping her hand to grasp at Beca’s ass. “Barden Student Handbook, Chapter Four, Section Nine, dot point three. ‘No sexual liaisons or inappropriate conduct in university operated bathrooms, showers, or changing rooms.” The blonde gently tugged on Beca’s earlobe, her hot breaths somehow giving the other girl chills. “But no one’s around at this hour - which you already know, because that’s why you come at this time. Besides, from what I hear, you’re no stranger to having other girls in your shower.”

Shit, thought Beca. I told Chloe never to mention that to Aubrey.  “How did you manage to get Chloe to tell you that?” she replied, reminding herself to seek out the redhead at the next opportunity.

“I have my ways, Beca, as I’m sure you know,” Aubrey replied idly, tracing a single, long finger up Beca’s spine. “But I’m not here to talk about Chloe.” Instantly, Beca found herself pressed back against the shower wall, Aubrey’s hot mouth sucking at a spot on the base of her neck. “Aren’t you going to sing for me?” Aubrey purred against her skin. “Chloe told me you sang with her.”

“You know this isn’t a competition, right?” Beca groaned, as Aubrey’s hands traced her ass before grasping it greedily.

“Of course it’s not.” The blonde breathed, her lips only inches from Beca’s. “That doesn’t mean that I don’t intend to win.” Seizing Beca’s hips, Aubrey pulled her up and swung around, the brunette unconsciously reacting by locking her legs around the taller woman’s waist. Usually, Beca hated the height difference between herself and Aubrey - this was proving to be the rare exception.

“You’re so fucking hot,” said Aubrey, tugging at Beca’s lower lip with her teeth before pressing their mouths together, passionately kissing the younger woman. Beca responded enthusiastically to the new contact, draping her arms around Aubrey’s neck.

“I could say the same for you,” she panted, as Aubrey broke the kiss to trail her mouth down Beca’s jawline; the brunette longingly eying the usually hidden muscles that held the younger girl up. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Aubrey hummed appreciatively at the comment, even as her mouth worked to leave her mark on Beca’s neck.

Beca subtly shifted, pressing her hot core against Aubrey’s toned abdomen more forcefully to try and gain the friction she needed. She was somewhat embarrassed at how easily she had become wet, even without the help of the still running shower. The taunt muscles holding her up moved as Aubrey noticed her squirming, pressing even harder against her core as Aubrey broke their kiss to smirk at Beca. “Someone’s eager,” she whispered, slowly grinding her abdomen against Beca, the brunette’s nails grasping at her back desperately. Beca whimpered at the new contact, arching her neck to give better access to Aubrey’s lips and teeth. And just as quickly, it was gone, as Aubrey spun the brunette around once more and pushed her against the shower wall, forcing Beca’s feet back to the ground.

“Aubrey, please-” Beca started to whine, before seeing the blonde drop to her knees before her. Fuck, she thought. Aubrey’s lips began tracing their way up her thighs, her fingers dancing over her ass and stomach. Beca's hands twisted in the blonde's hair, the mild pain spurring Aubrey on - her teeth now bit at Beca's pale skin, marking her wherever they touched. Beca’s legs were already unsteady, quivering as Aubrey’s ministrations forced them further apart. “Bree, fuck, please-” Beca choked out, each word accompanied by her already harsh breaths. Between her thighs, Aubrey sighed. “So impatient, baby…” she murmured, before surging forward and fixing her lips to Beca’s hot clit. Beca let out a barely muffled moan at the sudden contact, causing Aubrey to promptly stop and stare at her, her eyes a mix of amusement and annoyance. “Now who’s going to get us caught, Beca?”

“Sorry,” she muttered, but the sentiment was lost as Aubrey quirked an eyebrow and continued her work, swiping her tongue up the soft slit while probing Beca’s entrance with her fingers. Beca knew that Aubrey didn’t really mind her noises (judging by the night the previous week, where Aubrey had proceeded to try and make her scream louder and louder in the name of ‘vocal training’). Nevertheless, as Aubrey twisted two of her amazingly long fingers inside of Beca, she had to hold her hand against her mouth to muffle a whimper, breathing deeply with each repeated stroke. Moments later, when Aubrey flicked the tip of her tongue over Beca’s clit and curled the three fingers inside her - Beca didn’t even remember when she’d added the third - she knew she was close. Beca pulled Aubrey up by the hand she still had twisted in her hair; not too harshly, not that Aubrey would have minded. She fell into Aubrey’s shoulder to support herself as the blonde kissed and bit at her neck, fucking her mercilessly against the wall, her palm hitting the brunette’s clit with each thrust.

When Beca came, her legs almost gave way immediately, until Aubrey lent against her body and held her upright. “You okay, babe?” she murmured, pressing kisses to the already forming bruises on the brunette’s neck.

Beca took another breath before responding. “Fuck, yes.. just- fuck.” Maybe a few more breaths.

Aubrey chuckled against her skin. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you loved doing it in public, Beca.”

“I could say the same for you, Bree,” she retorted with a smirk. “Besides,” she said, trailing the tips of her fingers over either side of Aubrey’s thighs, causing the blonde to moan lightly in anticipation, “That just means you-” she stopped suddenly at the sound of footsteps and a girl… talking? No, singing. Definitely- In unison, the pair groaned under their breath. “Chloe fucking Beale,” Aubrey growled, her eyes flashing in that dangerous way that simultaneously turned Beca on and made her fear for her life. “No murder,” Beca whispered, definitely not contemplating killing the redhead herself. A shower turned on, five or so stalls down. “Hang on, why isn’t Chloe showering at your apartment?”

“She likes the acoustics here better.” Aubrey hissed, grabbing her towel from the rail. "For singing," she added, at the confused look on Beca's face.

“Where-” Aubrey pressed a finger firmly to Beca’s lips.

“We’re going back to the apartment. We’re going to fuck loudly, and repeatedly, and Chloe Beale is going to regret deciding to take a shower here today.” Beca decided against asking about Aubrey’s revenge plans. The blonde had her ways. “Do I make myself clear, Mitchell?” Aubrey demanded, with a very angry, very hot glint to her eyes.

"I can't help but find this whole situation mildly ironic," said Beca, tilting her head from her book to look at the blonde lounging on her bed. 

Aubrey shrugged her shoulders lazily, although a brief smirk flitted across her features. "I'm sure I have no idea what you're referring too," she replied, looking up at the brunette from under her eyelashes in that way that made Beca want to rip her clothes off (a fact that Aubrey knew well). 

"Oh, please. You're the biggest study nut I know, but as soon as I have an exam to study for, here you are to try and distract me with your stupid seductive body."

"I'm just lying here, Beca. It's not my fault if you're being seduced simply by being exposed to my fabulous body." As she spoke, she slowly slid one of her legs into the air, barely hidden under the facade of stretching. 

"You're doing that on purpose," Beca muttered, averting her eyes from the bed.

"Beca, you must be incredibly stressed if you think me stretching is an attempt to jump you." Aubrey stood up, slinking to the back of Beca’s chair to rub her shoulders soothingly. “You know, I could help you get rid of some of that stress,” she added, lowering her mouth to Beca’s ear and tugging on the lobe playfully.

“Are you even listening to yourself right now?” Beca retorted, even as she slid her neck back, allowing Aubrey to press her lips along the expanse of skin.

“Well, you don’t seem to be protesting that much,” she murmured into Beca’s ear, before sucking on the skin below it softly, eliciting a moan from the brunette.

“I’m meant to be studying,” Beca grumbled weakly, although she spun her chair around to face the blonde, her eyes trailing slowly over Aubrey’s legs and taking in her flushed face, her breaths paced quicker than usual. 

“Think of it as biology,” Aubrey replied, pulling Beca out of the chair and kissing her passionately. Beca met her with just as much enthusiasm, snaking her arms around the older woman’s neck as the blonde tugged on Beca’s lower lip with her teeth. She moaned, Aubrey using the opportunity to sneak her tongue into Beca’s mouth. 

Beca welcomed the intrusion, untangling one of her hands from where it had been entwined in Aubrey’s hair, and clutching at her hips. She dug her nails in when Aubrey gave her lower lip another nip, and Aubrey hissed in response, digging her own nails into Beca’s ass. 

“Shirt. Off. Now,” Beca demanded, as the pair broke apart, even as Aubrey was already tugging the offending garment off. Beca slid the blonde’s lacy bra off a second later, barely noticing the careful color coordination Aubrey had picked, much to her annoyance. It was forgotten a moment later, when Beca buried her face between Aubrey’s ample breasts, kissing them almost reverently. 

“Fuuuuck,” Aubrey breathed out, as Beca tugged a nipple between her teeth, flicking it with her tongue; her fingers twisted the other nipple almost idly, rolling it around before gripping the entire breast, sinking her nails in just enough to leave the faintest of marks.

Aubrey moaned, the sort of moan that was far more musical to Beca than any song, any of her mixes, and Beca grinned around her nipple, giving the lump a final tug before surging back upwards to capture her lips again. Aubrey relinquished into the kiss for a second, her heaving chest pressed against Beca, and pulled back just as suddenly, to Beca’s indignant squeak.

Roughly, Aubrey pushed Beca backwards, forcing her to fall back onto her desk, the chair pushed haphazardly to the side. She only narrowly avoided her musical equipment - she had carefully moved it to make space for studying - but her textbooks and notes did not have the same luck. Beca couldn’t really say she cared, with Aubrey’s fingers at her jeans, flicking them open and pulling them down with practiced ease. She almost whimpered as Aubrey brushed her knuckles over the wet patch on her underwear, pressing them firmly against the fabric before hooking them over the top and sliding them off. Aubrey tossed them behind her - neither party really cared where they had landed - and as Aubrey sank to her knees in front of her, licking her lips as she glanced up at the other woman, Beca almost came on the spot. 

She couldn’t withhold the moan that tore from her at the first stroke of Aubrey’s tongue against her clit, almost tentative, before the blonde repeated the motion, harder, lashing the sensitive bud with her tongue as Beca curled her toes and thrust forward, her hands tangling in the blonde’s hair fiercely. Their position allowed Beca to swing her legs over Aubrey’s back, and she did, digging the blunt of her heels into the older woman’s back a little harder as Aubrey slipped two fingers inside her, twisting them in and out rapidly. 

She tugged harshly whenever Aubrey pressed a little harder, or sucked a little longer, and the slight pain only spurred Aubrey on. Aubrey relished in the mild discomfort; in Beca’s whimpers praising her ears. Beca came as soon as Aubrey looked up, keeping her lips around Beca’s clit, and shot her a lustful stare. She let out a final whimper a moment later, as Aubrey raised her head from between Beca’s thighs and she stood up, sucking her fingers nonchalantly as she stretched her sore muscles. 

“So how’s that for a study session, hmm?” Aubrey smirked.

Beca stood up too, her hand tracing the waistband of Aubrey’s shorts teasingly. “I don’t know,” she grinned, dragging the tips of her fingers below the fabric line. “I don’t think I really covered the subject material in full,”

“Is that so,” Aubrey replied softly, as Beca began tugging her towards the unused bed. “It’s a good thing we have all night, then.”

“Definitely a good thing,” Beca grinned, pulling the blonde on top of her and shrugging her shorts off. It was almost a shame that she didn’t actually take Biology. 

  “So,” Beca gasped, as the pair broke their frantic kissing session to try and attempt the long-lost art of breathing and fell back on Aubrey’s bed, “has Chloe picked up on the fact that we’re committing daily debauchery in your apartment yet?”

Aubrey shrugged, paying more attention to the path of Beca’s wandering hands than her words. “She said she’s happy that we’re getting along,” she smirked. “I don’t think she realizes just how along we’re getting, though.”

“Really? You’d think she would have picked up on the hint after I left my jeans on your couch that one time...”, she trailed off, contemplating whether or not to kiss the delicious smirk right off of Aubrey’s face.

“Ah, yes,” Aubrey smiled at the memory. “You know you’ve never told me exactly how you got home that night without your pants, right?” 

“And you’ll never know,” replied Beca, tapping the side of her nose knowingly, as she skimmed her fingers up and down Aubrey’s impossibly long legs (and thanked the aca-gods for the invention of denim short-shorts).

Aubrey cocked an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge, Mitchell? Because we both know you can’t keep anything from me.”

“Not true. You still haven’t figured out what I bought you for your birthday, right?” Beca replied smugly.

“My birthday was last week, Beca. You bought me a t-shirt that said ‘the bitch is in the building’, and a Destiny’s Child CD that you secretly replaced with a Nickleback album.”

“Yes, but you didn’t guess what they were, right?” Beca winked, before continuing. “Plus, let’s not forget the present I gave you after your party.” She dragged her hands down Aubrey’s body as she spoke, tracing patterns over the slightly hardened abdomen of her exposed midriff. Aubrey breathed in sharply as Beca’s fingertips trailed over her waist, and Beca grinned. “Yep, I know you definitely remember that night.”

“Well, if we’re talking about nights to remember...” Aubrey shot up, flipping the brunette over and straddling her waist. “What about the night after the championship, hmm? Or that time in the closet at the Treble’s party... Or when I had you pressed just like this, up against the piano in the practice room, hmm?”

“Well, when you put it like that, I’m really surprised Chloe hasn’t caught on yet.”

“Beca?”

“Yes?”

“We’re going to stop talking about Chloe now.”

“Definitely.”

With that, Aubrey leaned down, capturing Beca’s lips once again as the brunette moaned quietly. Beca’s hands left her waist, climbing her body to brush at a covered breast. Sighing, Aubrey rolled her hips against the other girl once, prompting Beca to slip her hand beneath the loose tanktop Beca had cajoled her into buying and seizing a peaked nipple. Subconsciously, she wondered how she hadn’t noticed Aubrey’s lack of bra earlier, but then Aubrey rolled her hips against her again, and all thoughts flew from her mind.

Impatiently, Beca withdrew her hand, only to grasp the edge of the material and pull the whole thing over the blonde’s head and throwing it onto the floor. Surging upwards, she caught a pink nipple between her lips as Aubrey threw her head back, groaning. Smiling, Beca stroked the hardened lump with her tongue, before removing her to suck the skin of her breast harshly. “Beca, you’re going to leave a mark,” Aubrey growled.

“Don’t care,” she breathed back, continuing to the other breast. “Are you planning on letting anyone see?”

Aubrey grinned in a way Beca still wasn’t sure she liked as she flicked her fingers over the buttons of Beca’s shirt, disrobing her in a matter of seconds. “Well, it’s only fair if I can return the favor,” she murmured, divesting the brunette of her bra quickly, and trailing her mouth down the other girl’s neck before seizing both breasts, leaning between them to latch her mouth onto the freshly bared skin. Aubrey hummed against Beca as she squirmed beneath her, the younger girl’s hands clawing lightly at her back as she applied more pressure. When Aubrey finally released her mouth, a stark red circle stood out on the  faint skin of her left breast.

“Admiring your work?” Beca asked breathlessly, under the blonde’s scrutinizing gaze. 

Aubrey shook her head, grinning. “I’m nowhere near done yet, babe.” She slipped two incredibly long fingers past the waistband of Beca’s jeans and flicked the button open with a pop. She pulled Beca’s jeans off with practiced ease, tossing them near the brunette's shirt as neatly as she could. She admired the younger girl trapped between her legs for a mere second, before eagerly pulling off her own denim shorts, straddling Beca in only her underwear. 

“Isn’t that meant to be my job?” Beca teased, snapping the elastic of Aubrey’s briefs. “Someone’s keen.”

“Beca Mitchell, you know very well that I can still kick you out of this bed if you don’t shut up.”

“Got it, Captain,” she replied, pushing herself upwards to capture the blonde’s lips again and slipping her fingers past the elastic of Aubrey’s briefs to find her wet folds. “Definitely keen,” she murmured against Aubrey’s neck, before sliding two fingers into the blonde without warning. Aubrey gasped quietly, sliding herself forwards to gain more contact, as Beca withdrew her fingers teasingly, before thrusting them in completely again.

It was almost embarrassing to Aubrey how quickly she came, as the brunette curled her fingers and pressed a thumb against her clit a few short minutes later. Beca might have made a jab at her herself, if she wasn’t so aroused by the whole thing. A few moments later, Aubrey’s heavy breaths were replaced by a predatory smile, and Beca realized that her own orgasm was probably nearer than she realized.

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Exhausted, the pair fell back against the sheets. Aubrey laughed as Beca (self-admittedly, the less athletic of the two) tried to regain her breath.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve said it before, but you’re fucking magnificent, babe,” Beca admitted after a minute, smiling at the blonde.

“Oh, I know. But I love hearing it from you anyway,” she replied, nuzzling into the other girl’s neck and wrapping an arm around her waist lazily.

“Sorry to interrupt,” came a disembodied voice from outside the door - causing Beca to nearly roll off the bed with shock - “but are you two decent yet? I left my textbooks in your room and I’ve got class in twenty.”

Recovering, Beca groaned, as Aubrey pulled a sheet over the pair of them. “I guess that resolves the ‘does Chloe know” question, at least.”

Apparently deciding that a reasonable amount of decency time had passed, Chloe stuck her head through the door, to an outraged cry from the pair. “What? It’s not like I haven’t seen you both naked before.” 

Beca replied ‘Chloe!” at the same time Aubrey exclaimed “Wait, when the hell did you see Beca naked?” Chloe grinned and winked at the blonde, before grabbing her textbooks and skipping out. 

“Get back here, Chloe Beale!” Aubrey shrieked, to no avail. Grumbling, she flopped back against the bed. “I’m going to murder her.” Snuggling into Aubrey’s chest, Beca stroked her hair reassuringly.

What are you wearing? Beca felt her phone vibrate on the desk of the radio booth, flicking it open to see the latest message from Aubrey. Strictly speaking, phones weren't meant to be on in the booth, but it was the midnight shift, and no one was around to see Beca break the rules.

Babe, you know what I'm wearing. You saw me leave, she shot back, amused.

Less than a minute later, her phone vibrated again. Yes, but what are you wearing underneath?

Beca smirked. Flirting was not Aubrey's strong suit. You're gonna have to try harder than that, Bree. She stacked a few more songs on the autoplayer, for good measure.

Well, it's not my fault that my annoying girlfriend interrupted a very hot makeout session to leave for work, and left me incredibly aroused.

What, too hard to take care of yourself? Beca replied.

No. I took care of myself twice, in fact, while you sat in a dingy room playing your silly mixes.

Fuck. That was a mental image Beca couldn't get out of her head. So why are you texting me, then? Seems like you don't need me after all. It's not the same without you, Beca. I'm never quite... satisfied. Beca wondered briefly what Luke's rules against masturbation in the radio station were, sending back Yeah, well you're not the only one feeling unsatisfied right now.

Her phone went off within ten seconds. The station's empty, right? Yeah, why?

I've got something for you, was the cryptic response. Three minutes passed without any further notifications. Quickly, Beca tossed another ten songs onto autoplay. She didn't know what Aubrey was planning, but it was best to be prepared when the blonde was involved.

It wasn't long before she heard footsteps clicking down the entrance to the station. Beca had locked the door, but Aubrey had acquired a key to the station long before Beca had even enrolled at the university. Beca wasn't sure she wanted to know how.

She leaned casually on a desk in the record room as the blonde strutted in. Whatever witty comment the brunette had planned to make slipped her mind as she took in the sight of her girlfriend. The older woman wore skintight jeans and a leather jacket, her hair loose from its usual bun and tangled wildly around her face. Aubrey's favourite black strapped heels encased her feet - Beca's favourite heels too, although for an entirely different reason. "Wow," was all she could breathe out, as Aubrey approached the desk, brushing almost casually against the brunette.

"I locked the door behind me."

"Thank god," moaned Beca, pulling the blonde closer by her jacket. Aubrey smirked as she leaned into the kiss, biting gently on Beca's lower lip and tugging, before soothing it with her tongue.

"Someone's happy to see me," Aubrey laughed, sliding a knee between Beca's legs and pushing them open. "Don't worry," she added, her voice lowering as she pressed against the apex of Beca's thighs, "I'm happy to see you too."

Beca felt the - addition - in Aubrey's jeans as the blonde rolled her hips forward, knowing immediately that Aubrey was playing with her weaknesses intentionally. "Aubrey Posen," she gasped mockingly, "do you have a toner for me?"

"I told you I had a present for you, right?" Her fingers were now teasing over the brunette’s thighs as she kissed a line down Beca’s jaw. “Do you remember, when I had three fingers knuckle-deep in you last night? What did you say you wanted me to do?”

“Um, I said...” Beca’s voice trailed off as Aubrey slowly pulled the zipper down her jacket, revealing a flash of red lace and not much more.

“Yes, Beca?”

“I said...” she swallowed. “I said I wanted you to fuck me like a man,” she finished, slightly embarrassed.

Aubrey nodded, unbuttoning Beca’s shirt and letting it hang loosely as she trailed her fingers over the cool skin of Beca’s stomach. “So I was thinking - before - about how we hadn’t used this since the night we got it,” she continued, adding a roll of her hips to emphasis the ‘this’. "And I didn't want you to be alone in the station all night while I had all the fun, of course." Now her fingers tugged lightly on Beca's shirt, sliding it off gently and depositing it on the floor next to the desk. "So, being the loving girlfriend I am, I decided to come down and visit you." As she spoke, she unclasped Beca's bra, before sliding that off to join her shirt. Beca shivered as the cold air hit her exposed skin. "Don't worry," said Aubrey, her eyes sparkling almost dangerously. "You'll be warm enough soon."

Leaning forward, she seized one of Beca's nipples in her mouth, stroking the bud with the tip of her tongue, as her other hand reached up to caress the other breast. Beca arched into her touch almost instantly as the heat between her legs increased tenfold. Her girlfriend, now clad only in a red lacy bra and jeans with a sizeable bulge in them, was not something she'd expected to encounter at the station this evening. Not that she'd ever complain. "Aubrey," she moaned, as the blonde took a particularly harsh nip at her breast, "I need more..." she trailed off as the blonde nodded, lowering her fingers to the button of Beca's jeans and popping them open with a snap. Three harsh tugs left them pooling at the brunette's feet. Seconds later, her cotton underwear followed, leaving her fully exposed to the cool air of the station.

Standing back up, Aubrey surprised the brunette by grabbing her and flipping them over, so that Aubrey's back hit the desk as Beca was pressed against her front. Teasingly, Aubrey reached down between them, flicking the button of her own pants open with a snap and adjusting her underwear just enough for the silicone shaft to emerge, saddled in the leather harness they had purchased with it. She raised herself onto the desk until she was almost sitting on it, stroking the pink shaft with a kind of absentminded reverence as she stared hungrily at Beca.

Quickly, Aubrey pulled Beca closer, spreading the brunette's legs around her own and grabbing her ass forcefully. "You're going to ride me," she murmured. "Then I'll fuck you."

Beca nodded, allowing the blonde to guide her up onto the desk, her knees on either side of the other woman. The shaft teased at her entrance as she shifted her body, and even that bare contact was enough to make Beca's breath hitch. Aubrey gripped Beca's hips as the brunette held herself over the shaft, waiting. She gave Aubrey the slightest nod, and the blonde thrust upwards as Beca slid herself onto the length of the shaft. She moaned at the instant feeling of fullness as Aubrey guided her hips into another thrust, and another, and another. Beca moaned Aubrey's name audibly, thankful that she had remembered to turn off the microphone in the booth. That made Aubrey grind harder, holding the brunette against her body as she rolled her hips against Beca's. Beca felt herself clench against the shaft, so turned on that she could already feel herself about to come. She slid herself fully onto Aubrey, trying to gain as much friction as possible. She nearly screamed when Aubrey suddenly pulled the shaft out, pushing the brunette off the desk before following her.

"Aubrey..." she said angrily, but her voice was almost a whimper. Wordlessly, the blonde moved to Beca's back, pushing the other woman against the desk and bending her over. This was how Aubrey really liked to fuck; when she was completely in control. And sometimes, Beca even gave in to her. The blonde lined up the shaft with Beca's entrance once again and slid in fully without warning. Beca arched her back, pushing herself further onto Aubrey with each thrust. This way, Aubrey could go deeper, further, and she did, gripping Beca's bare hips tighter with every movement.

The brunette's nails made crescent-shaped imprints in the wood of the desk. Beca barely felt herself nearing climax before she came suddenly, tightening around the shaft as Aubrey added a few final, lazy thrusts. Beca remained bent over, trying to recover her breath as she felt the blonde slide out. A small thump let her know that the other woman had joined her on the desk, and she opened her eyes and the tiny moan she heard next. Sure enough, Aubrey was touching herself again, rubbing her clit in small circles with that stupid smirk on her face she always wore after making Beca come. The harness now hung loosely around the blondes waist, almost undone.

Standing up, Beca swatted the blonde's hand away. Aubrey's eyes narrowed dangerously for a second, until Beca pressed her whole palm against Aubrey's clit, and the blonde screwed her eyes shut as her head fell back. "Fuck," she mumbled.

"I know," Beca replied, unsnapping the harness completely so she could slid two fingers into the other woman. Aubrey moaned a low, guttural scream as the brunette added a third after a few strokes, twisting them upwards in a bent motion inside the blonde. Aubrey writhed on the desk, reaching forward to seize Beca's shoulders desperately, trying to force her closer. Instead the brunette seemed to pull away, her thrusts getting shallower each time.

Aubrey let out a frustrated scream. "Make me come now, Beca, or so help me god-" she ordered, her inner captain taking over. Smirking, Beca dropped to her knees. She wrapped her lips around the blonde’s clit, sucking harshly, before starting to flick the bundle of nerves with the tip of her tongue. Aubrey’s moans grew louder, her hands tangled in the brunette’s hair, and Beca knew the older woman was close again. Swiftly, her lips still on the blonde’s clit, she pushed a single finger inside Aubrey, twisting it up to brush the rough patch of skin that never failed to make her come. Aubrey screamed. Beca loved Aubrey’s screams, when she came.

Minutes later, when Aubrey’s breathing had returned to a more normal rate, she pulled Beca up her body, leaning in for a gentle kiss. They stayed like that for a moment, breathing against each other. “We need to do that again,” Beca said, her voice muffled against Aubrey’s skin.

“I know, you love it when I penetrate you, right?”

Groaning, Chloe called for a break, muttering as she made her way to the bathroom about 'co-leader responsibilities'. Curiously, Beca made her way over to where Aubrey had slouched against the wall, resting the back of her head against the cool brick.

"Babe," she whispered, ensuring the other Bellas wouldn't hear her. "What's wrong?" No response came from the blonde. Slowly, she reached out a hand. Aubrey jumped up as soon as Beca brushed her flushed skin, shuffling her way to her bag without another word.

Okay, something was definitely wrong.

The two had been dating/sleeping together/whatever for a little over three months now, unknown to the other Bellas. It had started as just another heated argument after a Bellas practice. Beca hadn't expected the argument to end with Aubrey pinning her to the floor and fucking her senseless, however - not that she minded.

A loud noise made Beca spin around - sure enough, Aubrey had caused it. The blonde was cursing as the contents of her water bottle dripped off her shirt. Annoyed, Beca marched over to where the older woman stood.

"Okay, Aubrey. What is it? You've been acting flustered all day. It's so - not you."

Slowly, Aubrey turned to her. Beca confusedly noticed the distinctive blush creeping across the blonde's face.

"Do you remember when we went to that shop last week?" Beca nodded, a wicked grin spreading across her cheeks. After weeks of pleading and a particularly vigorous shared shower, Aubrey had finally agreed to fulfill one of Beca's fantasies, and the two had gone to purchase a strap-on. That night was one of Beca's favorite college memories.

"Well," said the blonde, startling her out of a rather arousing recollection, "do you remember what else we bought?" A few seconds passed before Beca's mind clicked.

"No." Swallowing, Aubrey nodded slowly.

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The vibrating panties had been a joke, really; they came cheaply with the strap-on, and Beca had shrugged and grabbed a pair too. Aubrey had looked uncomfortable, and maybe a little disgusted, until Beca had whispered in her ear. "I'd love you to wear these for me, one day." Aubrey had still turned up her nose, but she allowed the purchase to go through. Beca hadn't thought of them again until now.

"You're wearing them? Now?" She asked quietly, spinning her head around to make sure the other Bellas weren't in hearing range. Aubrey nodded again, her eyes glazed over, staring past Beca. "Fuck."

"I'd thought you'd like it," Aubrey stammered quietly.

"Babe, you have no idea," Beca replied with a groan, grabbing the blonde's hand.

"Where are we going?" Aubrey asked confusedly.

"Back to your room."

"But what about Bellas practice?" Aubrey demanded, her natural role as captain taking over. Dangerously, Beca stepped closer to her, leaning in to brush her leg against the apex of Aubrey's thighs. "Fuck Bellas practice," she whispered, as Aubrey's eyes closer tightly and a low moan escaped her throat. That caught the attention of the other Bellas, as Chloe approached them curiously.

"Bree, what's wrong?"

"Aubrey's sick," Beca replied quickly, the blonde barely managing to nod behind her. "I'm going to take her to the campus nurse, see if they can give her anything." As she spoke, she brushed the back of her hand against Aubrey's crotch, hidden from the others.

"Oh. Do you want us to finish up here for the day, then?" Shaking her head, Aubrey could barely speak as Beca's hand continued to brush against the outside of her jeans. "Keep going," was all she managed to choke out, and Beca grinned internally as Chloe nodded, leading the other Bellas back into formation. "Call me when you find out what's wrong, Beca!"

Aubrey and Chloe lived together on campus, in the university's expensive (but comfortable, and most importantly private) self contained apartments. The pair had only slept together there once, when the redhead had gone home to visit her family, and Beca hadn't left Aubrey's bed (or couch, or floor) all weekend. So when the two women burst through the door, Beca pushing Aubrey forcefully against the kitchen counter before kicking it shut behind them, Beca said a silent 'thank you' for Chloe's co-captaincy.

Aubrey let out a choked sob at the first roll of Beca's hips against hers, pinned against the kitchen counter as the brunette sucked harshly on her neck. "How many times, Aubrey? How many times did you come today, watching me in rehearsal?" Beca said, between nips on the older woman's neck.

"Twice," Aubrey moaned, as Beca tugged on her earlobe.

"Only twice? Fuck, you must be close..." Unable to form any coherent reply, Aubrey nodded, trailing her hands down Beca's back to pull her shirt off in a fluid motion. Her bra joined it moments later. And impatiently, as Beca's fingers danced over her skin without really touching her, Aubrey divested herself of her own shirt and bra, moving her fingers to the button of her pants, aching for contact.

"No," said Beca, closing the distance between them and crushing Aubrey's hands against herself. "You're being impatient," she added, lowering her mouth to Aubrey's nipple and flicking the small bud with her tongue.

"Beca Mitchell, I swear to fucking god if you do not let me come right now-"

"Shut up, Aubrey. Oh, everyone thinks you're the worlds biggest bitch out there, but I know you're practically a kitten when you're about to come." She added a particularly strong suck on the other woman's nipple, for effect. Aubrey's eyes flashed dangerously, even as she arched into Beca's touch. Seconds later, her fingers clawed down Beca's back, as the brunette rolled against her hips again. "Aubrey, what the fuck?"

Aubrey smirked, her fingers tracing over the welts she had left. "Kittens have claws, Beca."

Beca glared at the blonde. "Up."

"What?"

"Get up! On the counter." Aubrey complied without hesitation, as the brunette practically ripped her jeans from her body and examined the item between Aubrey's thighs with a hungry curiosity. "Wow," she breathed, teasing her fingers over the panties as she pulled them off slowly. "Bree, you're soaked."

"Beca, if you don't start fucking me now, I will do this myself."

"No need to be rude," Beca grinned, before swiftly plunging two fingers into the blonde's soaked centre. Aubrey moaned, thrusting herself forward, trying to gain as much contact as possible on the brunettes fingers. A few short thrusts later, Beca added a third, slipping it in easily. Her thrusts were purposefully shallow; the roaming fingers of her other hand barely traced the blonde's clit. The grin on Beca's face revealed how much she was enjoying teasing the older woman. Here was one of the only places Aubrey couldn't help but lose some of her precious control, and Beca loved every second of it.

Aubrey's compliance wouldn't last forever, though. Soon enough, the blonde seized the hand that was grazing her clit, drawing Beca's fingers to her mouth and sucking gently. Beca's eyes widened as Aubrey smirked internally. Beca might think she had control, but Aubrey knew all of Beca's major turn-ons. Still rolling her tongue over Beca's fingers, she moved her own hand lower, rolling the tips of her fingers over her clit as Beca continued to plunge into her, harder and faster now. Seeing Aubrey touch herself was another one of Beca's biggest turn-ons. Less than a minute later, Aubrey came with a cry, letting her head roll back as she rode out her third orgasm of the day.

"Wow," she breathed, once the ability to speak returned to her.

"I make good purchases, right?"

"You can make all the purchases from now on, Beca, if they end up like this," the blonde said, sliding off the counter to kiss the shorter woman passionately.

"We should probably clean that counter."

"Yes."

"We've got like, an hour til practice is over, right?"

"Right."

"That's enough time to clean the counter."

"Or to do something else," said the blonde with a smirk.

The shock for Beca wasn't that they had won the Finals with her mix; she knew that, really, anything they sang would have been a step up from another rendition of 'The Sign'. No, the shock had come right after their number ended, when Aubrey had pulled the brunette into an excited hug, her mouth open in possibly the happiest expression Beca had ever seen on the blonde. And an even bigger shock came as the cheering died down and the Bellas began to leave the stage, when Aubrey had leaned in and whispered in Beca's ear, "I think this deserves a reward, Beca."

And then it was a bus ride later, and a round of celebratory drinks (or five, in Fat Amy's case) and slaps on the back and photos and cheering, until they were finally in Aubrey and Chloe's hotel room (the other Bellas had opted for two larger share rooms, but there were few prices Aubrey would not pay for her own comfort, and Chloe was happy to oblige to split costs for the promise of a jacuzzi and free champagne). Chloe had stumbled off with Stacie and two Treblemakers in search of a bar a while ago and Aubrey had barely batted an eyelid, seemingly drunk on the euphoria of winning. And as Amy finally made her departure, claiming to need her 'beauty sleep', Beca suddenly grew nervous.

Aubrey, sitting on her bed, raised an eyebrow at Beca. "You okay? You look a little... uncomfortable," she said with a smirk. Beca almost gulped. "Come here," Aubrey beckoned, and Beca managed to make her way from the couch to Aubrey's bed without tripping over or otherwise embarrassing herself.

"Sit," Aubrey said, in her usual demanding tone, but Beca did it without hesitation. "Good girl," she murmured, bringing Beca back to memories of a quick tryst in a bathroom, so long ago. Beca was surprised, then, at Aubrey's next words.

"I need to thank you, Beca. It's hard for me to admit that we won because of you, but we did, so... thank you. You know that I'm very used to order, and direction. Letting go of that isn't easy for me. And you made me let go, and do things I would have never done. So, thanks for that too, Beca." At a loss for words, Beca offered her best, 'it's-really-nothing' smile. Suddenly, Aubrey rose, shrugging out of her jacket and letting it pile on the floor at her high-heeled feet. "I want to show you how thankful I am, Beca. All those things I never would have done... I'm going to do them to you," she said softly as she leaned over the bed, pinning Beca between her knees in a swift motion. She leaned in slowly, waiting for any sign to stop from the brunette. Groaning, Beca leaned up, capturing the blonde's lips herself.

And that was apparently the sign that Aubrey had been searching for, as she responded instantly, pushing back as their lips molded together. Beca arched her back under Aubrey's touch, wrapping a single leg around the brunette to pull her closer against her body. Aubrey's mouth was everywhere, trailing over her neck, her jawline, her throat; her teeth tugging on Beca's earlobe as the other woman moaned beneath her. Smirking, Aubrey ground her hips once against Beca, revelling in the gasp that escaped the brunette. Beca arched into the motion, trying to repeat the contact as Aubrey pulled her body away slightly.

Beca almost whined. "Don't stop," she managed to force out.

Aubrey looked up from where she had been trailing kisses down her neck. "Trust me, Beca. You'll like this a lot better with your clothes off," she replied, before using her teeth to undo the first button of Beca's shirt, to no further complaint from the brunette. Her shirt was made short work of, joining Aubrey's jacket on the floor along with the black tank top she had worn underneath it. Beca was suddenly glad of her semi decent choice in bra that day; the black cotton and trim number wasn't particularly nice, but it was better than a sports bra, and at least had matching underwear. And then Aubrey was kissing a trail down the valley of her breasts, and all thoughts of clothing choices left Beca's mind.

The bra didn't stay in place for very long either. Beca had grown frustrated with Aubrey's barely-there touch of her mouth over the sides and top of her breasts, and had reached around to unclasp the offending article herself, throwing it over to the side before roughly pulling Aubrey back to her breasts. Aubrey, to her credit, didn't protest, instead instantly seizing one of Beca's nipples between her teeth and tugging gently. Beca's resulting moan was encouragement enough for Aubrey to move to the other one, alternating her actions between her mouth and hands, twisting and sucking and tugging until both women were out of breath. Beca's hand, twisted in Aubrey's blonde locks, nudged the older woman down, and Aubrey happily complied, licking a trail down Beca's stomach before swirling her tongue around and inside the brunette's navel. And then she moved lower still, her hands leaving their position at Beca's breasts to unclasp the button of her jeans. Aubrey slid off the back of the bed, resting on her knees as she pulled Beca's jeans down her legs and tossed them onto the floor, before standing up to admire her handiwork. The woman on the bed was flushed, her hair askew, her breathing laboured and rushed as she returned the blonde's stare.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this, Beca," she murmured. "You ready for your reward?" But the brunette shook her head, to Aubrey's confusion. "Your clothes... off." Aubrey hesitated a second, before Beca continued, "it's my reward, right? I want your clothes off. Now."

And to her surprise, Aubrey acquiesced to her demands. The blonde shrugged out of her tank top as Beca watched, her mouth dry. Her pants slid down creamy thighs soon after, piling on the floor as Aubrey mindlessly kicked them to the side. "Good enough?" Beca's eyes were wide with arousal. Matching red lace was all that remained on the other woman's body. Trust Aubrey to wear red lingerie to a national competition. "Almost," Beca said, enjoying her control while she could. "You still got your heels in here?"

"Of course," said Aubrey with a smirk, swinging her hips as she fetched the shoes from their position next to the door.

"Put them on."

Wordlessly, Aubrey complied, bending to give Beca a glorious view as she slid the heels on in a practiced motion. "Now are you ready?" The blonde asked, strutting to the bed like it was everyday she shagged her teammate in eight inch, fuck-me-dead heels.

"Fuck, yes."

Aubrey kneeled on the bed, gesturing for Beca to move up the bed. Beca's back hit the headboard as Aubrey crawled after her, slipping two fingers under the hem of Beca's underwear before sliding them off in a fluid motion. Beca suddenly felt embarrassed to be so exposed in front of the blonde, until Aubrey slid her hands down Beca's thighs, pushing them apart as she settled between the brunette's legs. There was a split second of nervous anticipation, but then Beca felt a tongue swipe a line up her folds, and the uncontrolled moan that tore from her throat overrode any final concerns she had about the entire situation.

Aubrey's talent with her mouth hadn't been restricted to kissing. She used the tip of her tongue to tease at Beca's entrance before trailing it higher, circling the brunette's clit without adding the contact Beca craved. Frustrated, Beca opened her legs wider, sweeping them around Aubrey's back and digging the blunt of her heels into the other woman, before seizing the blonde's hair and thrusting her hips slightly into Aubrey's reach. She could almost feel the smirk around her clit as Aubrey sucked the sensitive bud, using the tip of her tongue to flick the top mercilessly.

Beca closed her eyes, her hand pulling tightly at Aubrey's hair whenever the blonde was particularly rough with her lips, or her tongue, or her teeth. At some point, Aubrey had slid two fingers into the brunette, pumping endlessly as Beca arched into every thrust. With an harsh flick over her clit, the brunette had come, thrusting her hips helplessly against the blonde as she moaned her name.

"Fuck," was all the brunette could manage to choke out, and Aubrey had nodded her agreement, still breathless from her effort. A few moments of rest later, however, her words returned to her as she felt herself being pulled up into a kneeling position over the other woman.

"What are you-” doing, she attempted to say, as the brunette tore - yes, fucking tore - her red panties and flung them to the side.

"Finishing my reward," Beca breathed. "You're going to fuck yourself, on my fingers, until you come. Until that happens, we're not done." Two of her fingers teased at the blonde's entrance as she spoke. Aubrey hesitated, unsure, until the brunette said "now," and she lowered herself willingly onto the brunette's fingers. Moaning, she ground against the other woman, trying to gain more friction as Beca's fingers curled upwards inside her and Aubrey's eyes went wide. "Fuck, Beca." The brunette responded passionately, twisting and curling her fingers as much as the position would allow. "More," she groaned helplessly, thrusting herself downwards again.

"Can you take another one?" Beca asked. Aubrey nodded, trying not to tense as Beca slowly slid another finger inside the blonde, before curling all three upwards in a 'come-hither' motion. Aubrey's walls clenched around her fingers tightly, and a few short thrusts later, the blonde came, collapsing onto Beca's chest as she rode out the wave of pleasure. The two remained like that for some time, catching their respective breath, until Beca slowly pulled her fingers out of the other woman and trailed them down her back, holding the blonde as she recovered from her orgasm. It was a while later before Beca made an attempt to move.

"What the fuck are you doing?" said the muffled, tired voice of the woman on top of her.

"Won't Chloe wonder what the hell is going on if she comes back to find us naked in bed together?"

"Fuck Chloe."

"I'm fine for the night, thanks."

"Shut up, Beca Mitchell, and go to sleep. We can deal with Chloe later - and no, that's not innuendo."

As a group, their voices trailed off. Chloe held the high note a moment longer before silencing her own voice. A swarm of smiles broke out amongst the girls. Beca thought that maybe, this time, they had finally met Aubrey’s high standards – even she’d managed not to fuck up her solo line for once.

“Wrong!” Aubrey’s shrill voice cut across the room like a knife, the exact opposite of her singing voice – which even Beca could admit was beautiful. “What the heck is wrong with you girls? We won’t be let in to the semi-final like this, let alone win it!” Aubrey continued to speak, but Beca stopped paying attention after the first insult to both her singing voice and supposed parentage. Her throat was aching and sweat covered her brow, and listening to Aubrey at that moment was possibly the least pleasant thing she could imagine.  The second time her mother’s possible “crack-whore past” was mentioned, Beca simply sighed and responded, “Cut the monologue shit for a minute, Aubrey. I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Did I give you permission to go to the bathroom?” Aubrey’s face was murderous, but Beca assumed that was more a mix of exhaustion and her natural bitch-gene coming out.

“Did it sound like I was asking permission, your highness?” Beca retorted, drawling her words. “We needed a break anyway. I’ll be back in a few.” She didn’t see Aubrey’s face as she turned to make her way to the bathroom, but her indignant ‘huff’ left little to the imagination.

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A moment later, with a splash of water on her face and several deep breaths, Beca felt a little calmer, and almost, possibly, ready to face the Head Bitch again and get the stupid rehearsal done with. She concentrated on her breathing, clearing her mind.

In, out. In, out, In-

“What the fuck was that, Mitchell?”

Out.

“Y’know, Aubrey, bathrooms usually imply a certain level of privacy,” Beca said, turning to face the blonde.

“Just what are you trying to do, huh?” Aubrey said, closing in on the other woman. “Do you want us to lose? Is that what your constant, undermining bullshit is about?”

“I’m not trying to undermine you, Aubrey. Look, you might be the Head Bella or whatever it is, but you’re not in control of me.”

“Really?” Aubrey moved closer, and suddenly, Beca felt cornered; her back pressed sharply into the edge of the sink as the blonde advanced. “Because, you see, Beca – if there’s one thing I’ve always been certain of, it’s that I can always be in control.” The last words left her lips like liquid silk, and Beca swallowed audibly. “Oh yeah?” she muttered, fighting to maintain her composure.

“Yes. In fact, I’m sure of it.” Beca saw a glint in Aubrey’s eye – how could she not, the woman was practically an inch away from her – and opened her mouth to retort.

“Aubrey, what-”

And suddenly, she was cut off by the other woman’s mouth pressing firmly on her own. Surprised, she relinquished into the kiss for a split second. Wait, what the fuck? “Aubrey, what the hell are you doing?”

“Shut the fuck up, Beca Mitchell. I’m in control here.” And Aubrey pressed back into her, one hand tightening in her brown hair as she kissed her ferociously. Beca struggled underneath her grasp – fuck, she was strong, that cardio must have actually done something ­– but the blonde kept her strong hold on the brunette, pushing her against the sink forcefully.

And hell, Aubrey was a good kisser. She’d give her that, even with all her other bullshit traits.

Eventually, they broke apart, Beca resting her head breathlessly on Aubrey’s chest.  

“Do you see?” Aubrey whispered into the brunette’s ear. “I’m in control here. Do you understand that, Mitchell?” Still breathing heavily, Beca nodded. “Good girl.”

Without warning, Aubrey leaned in, trailing her mouth down the other woman’s neck, nipping and sucking as Beca threw her head back. She tasted the trail of her collarbone. Beca almost – almost – whimpered as Aubrey’s tongue dipped into the hollow of her collarbone, restraining the sound that threatened to escape her mouth. But Aubrey knew, of course; she always knew everything, somehow. “Oh, Beca,” she muttered into the brunette’s skin. “You’ve never kept your mouth shut before. I guess you’re learning.” With a chuckle, she bit into the skin at the base of Beca’s neck, eliciting a cry from the other woman before sucking the patch mercilessly.

“Fuck, Aubrey! Why did you do that?” Beca tried to twist her head to see the wound, but her chin was held in place by Aubrey’s hand.

“Oh, Beca. Did you think this was going to be sweet and loving? I’m in control here, Beca. And this – well, this is your punishment.”

“For going against you?”

“For trying to make me lose control. You waltz in here…” she trailed a hand at the lower edge of Beca’s shirt – “with your ear spikes and your ‘cool tunes’…” she edged her fingertips underneath the shirt, rolling them over the warm skin below – “and I can’t decide whether I wanted to fuck you or kill you. Probably both.” By now, her fingers were dangling less than an inch from Beca’s breasts. Wordlessly, Beca tried to push herself forward, gain that last inch of contact.

“Uh-huh.” Aubrey shook her head, pulling her hand from under Beca’s shirt. “Who’s in control here, Beca? Hmm?” Beca, wrestling her last bit of restraint, refused to answer. “Stubbornness will get you nowhere, Beca.  Just admit it. Admit that I’m in control, and I’ll touch you.”

Beca didn’t know if she was thinking rationally; truthfully, she thought, it was hard to do with swollen lips and heat between your thighs and the potential promise of a very good fuck. Or maybe she was outright lying. Either way, she nodded once, bowing her head to shield her from the blonde’s eyes.  “You’re in control,” she whispered.

“Look at me. Look at me and say it.”

Slowly, she rose her eyes to look at the blonde. “You’re in control,” she repeated.

“Good girl,” Aubrey breathed, her fingers quickly flitting over the buttons on Beca’s shirt. Beca’s moan – well, it was no more than a breath, really – was barely audible as Aubrey trailed her fingers over the top of Beca’s breasts, but it was a surrender, and Aubrey knew it. She smirked, and in a smooth, quick movement, moved her hands to Beca’s back, unsnapping the clips with almost practiced ease.

“Fuck,” Beca muttered, restraining herself from thrusting into the blonde.

“Yes, Beca, we’ll get to that,” Aubrey replied, twirling a peaked nipple between her fingertips almost curiously. Beca groaned, and Aubrey complied wordlessly, lowering her mouth to the other nipple and circling her tongue around the small peak. Without stopping her ministrations, she lowered her other hand, sliding the button of Beca’s pants out of the hole with skilful ease.  

“I’m going to fuck you now, Mitchell. Do you understand?” Beca nodded earnestly, her eyes screwed shut, her legs opening at Aubrey’s words.

“Good.” And Aubrey slid one of her long, perfectly manicured fingers down Beca’s wet folds, pushing the cotton of her underwear away with a flick of her hand. “Wow, you really want this, huh?”

Beca groaned. “Aubrey…”

“Yes?”

“Fuck me… please,” she breathed, and that was all it took for Aubrey to plunge two fingers inside her, twisting them upwards as she repeated the motion over and over. Beca’s head fell back; her hands gripped the sink basin as though her life depended on it.

“Do you know how long I wanted to do this to you, Beca? Every time you undermined me, I pictured this moment. You know who’s in charge now, right?” she added, corkscrewing her fingers to hit the spot that made Beca’s eyes roll back in her head.

Beca’s moans grew louder, but Aubrey’s firm hand over her mouth muffled them enough that the other Bellas wouldn’t hear.  When her moans subsided into mere breaths, Aubrey removed the hand, using it to tease Beca’s erect nipples.

“Fuck, Aubrey – I’m about to-”

“I know,” Aubrey exhaled, pressing her thumb hard against Beca’s clit as she plunged into her again. With a choked gasp, Beca came, gripping Aubrey’s shirt for balance as she rode out the pleasure. Aubrey pulled her fingers from Beca’s pants, sucking them almost nonchalantly.

“I’ll expect you back at rehearsal in five minutes. And no undermining me, Beca Mitchell. Got it?”

“You’re kidding, right?” Beca was still struggling for air.

“What makes you think that?” Aubrey replied, her eyes flashing dangerously as she straightened her shirt.

“If that’s what happens when I go against you – what made you think I wouldn’t keep going against you on everything?”

“Because, Beca, that was a punishment. And if that’s a punishment – well –” Aubrey licked her lips, trailing her eyes down the other woman’s body- “what do you think a reward would be like?” With that, she left the brunette in the bathroom, as Beca hurriedly struggled to correct her clothes.