It is absolutely undeniable that Chloe Beale is one very lucky girl.
From the moment she was old enough to understand the purpose of the smudges, her parents were very open with her. Everyone in the world has a smudge somewhere on their body, and it symbolizes their soulmate. The smudge becomes a name once your mate realizes they have feelings for you, and they will ultimately become the person you are meant to be with for the rest of your life. Except⊠Chloe has three smudges. Right there over her heart. And that just wasnât normal.
But they also told her that societyâs understanding of normal didnât mean shit. Chloe was unique. Extraordinary. Unparalleled. She was not to be limited by who she could love, no matter their gender, their race, or whatever else. And the fact that the smudges were over her heart? Well that just brought the point home.
But there was one thing they didnât exactly prepare her for. The support and acceptance she received at home? It would never actually leave her doorstep.
For some reason, other people donât like it when a girl isnât shy about expressing her feelings. They are threatened by it, even. She was teased constantly for being âtoo sensitiveâ. She was disliked by many for being easily overwhelmed. She was taken advantage plenty of times for being so willing to put herself out there. She was knocked down time and time again just for being different from everyone else.
(Makes all the more sense why she fell for Aubrey the moment the other girl stepped in to protect her when no one else was willing to.)
But Chloe never let those things get in the way of the life she knew she was meant to live. To love and be loved. To feel for others, especially when they refused to feel for themselves. To be open to all the possibilities and opportunities that lied before her, waiting to be discovered. To search for her soulmates, ready to love them like her life depended on it.
And...okay. Maybe she was allowing herself to be too vulnerable. Lord knows sheâs had her fair share of heartbreak. But isnât the risk always worth the reward?
If anyone was looking out for this one, thanks for your patience.Â
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Summary: Â Inspired by Soulmate(s) au, soulmate(s) au pt 2 , and Soulmate(s) au pt 3 hc by @fandom-heaux . An AU in which everyone is born with a smudged birthmark. As you find your mate in life the smudge forms their name when youâve made an impression on them. In this world Beca doesnât realize she has any, let alone three.
Authorâs Note: Iâm gonna try this thing where I post once a week. I say try becauseâŠwell. Tis I. Queen of zero follow through. I blame @chloes-yellow-cup for dragging me into this fandom and then making fics that have ruined me. RUINED ME. Let me clarify. RUINED ME. Â
Authorâs Note 2: Click here for Part 1 Part 2 Part 3, Part 4 Part 5 and Part 6
Authorâs Note 3: So there is a link dropped into the fic to another fic. An amazing fic. One of my favorites actually. SoâŠwink wink nod nod to @chloes-yellow-cup for Third Timeâs the Charm.
 Chloe
There was a moment of awkward silence as they watched Stacie weave her way through the crowd, Beca trying desperately to seem like she hadnât just found herself in the most awkward situation of her life. Chloe was pretty sure she was currently formulating an escape plan and that was the only thing that kept her in her seat instead of following after Aubrey. She was certain Aubrey was going to be okay. That they were going to be okay. But it didnât stop her heart from seizing painfully at the look in Aubreyâs eyes when Beca introduced herself.
It was only a split second, just a quick flicker of emotion, but it was enough for Chloe to see Aubreyâs world crumble beneath her feet. It tore at Chloeâs own heart to see that much despair in her mateâs eyes and she just wanted to run to her and hold her. She wanted to reassure Aubrey that she wasnât going anywhere without her, to remind her that they were a package deal, but one look at Becaâs fidgeting was enough to tell her that if Chloe left to find Aubrey, Beca would disappear in the blink of an eye. Aubrey would be okay, she just needed time to adjust.
Chloe gave her head a little shake with a bite of her lip to try and focus herself on the woman in front of her. Her smile was a still a little sad at the edges and she could tell Beca saw right through her. âDid you wanna goâŠ.? To check up on her or whatever. You seem very uh attached.â It was sweet and Chloeâs smile softened a little as she reached across the table to lay a hand on Becaâs.
âThatâs very sweet, thank you, but I think sheâs okay. Sometimes she just needs a second to herself.â Chloeâs half smile wilted further when she caught sight of Aubrey leaning into the curl of Stacieâs arms around her. And it wasnât that she was jealous of it exactly, but she longed to soothe Aubrey and for a moment didnât know what to do with herself. âSorry. I feel like Iâm being rude, I think worrying about Aubrey has been all Iâve known for so long that even when I donât have to, I still kinda do.â
It was still uncomfortable but Beca took a cleansing breath and seemed to resolve herself to actually interacting. Chloe was pleasantly surprised. She thought it would be harder to get Beca to engage given the less than stellar introductions. âSo does she usually need worrying about?â Beca made a vague gesture with her chin toward the bar and Chloeâs gaze drifted there immediately. Her eyes found Aubrey at the bar already watching her. The hurt so raw and clear in her mateâs eyes wrecked her for a long second. They stayed locked in each otherâs heartbreak before Aubrey finally broke and looked away.
âNo actually. Well. Yes and no. Bree is the most confident, competent, driven person Iâve ever known. She is so good at taking care of the house, and work, and everything else that comes with our life together.â Chloeâs smile widened as her heart swelled with the love she had for Aubrey. âAnd all of the strays that seem to always find their way home with meâŠsheâs always been that way. But she always forgets to take care of herself and soâŠâ Her shoulder came up in a half shrug and Chloe fiddled with the cocktail straw in a glass that was mournfully empty save for the rapidly melting ice.
âSo you worry. I get that. I meanâŠI donât get it get it, I donât have that kind of relationship with people. But I get that you would worry about someone thatâs always worrying about others.â Chloe felt something tug at her heart as Beca reached awkwardly behind her back to scratch at it. âSo how long have you been together?â
Chloe gave a soft chuckle and sighed dreamily. âSince we were eight. Well. Thatâs when I knew for a fact she was my forever girl. It took her a little longer to figure it out.â
Becaâs eyes widened comically and she gaped for a minute. âJesus. Eight. I think only thing I knew for a fact at age eight was that I didnât like pickles.â Chloe was used to those types of reactions. Granted it was pretty rare to know that early that you were meant to be with someone for the rest of your life but it was even more rare to have three marks at once so she figured it just wasnât that weird in the grand scheme of things. âHow uh, how does something like that even happen?â
âI used to get picked on a lot when I was younger. Because of my hair, or clothes, or they sky was blueâŠâ She rolled her eyes dismissively but at the time every little tease and taunt scarred her fragile innocent heart. She had always liked people and until she been away from the comforting circle of home and family she hadnât realized that anyone would ever dislike her. Especially for no reason at all. It had been a crushing learning curve and she hadnât adjusted well, spending most of her recess and lunch time crying in a stall of the girlâs bathroom. âOne particularly vicious bully threw a rock at me and said some pretty inventive things for a third grader. I just remember the shock of it, seeing blood drip down my head, knowing someone intentionally threw something to hurt me. I probably would have stood there and let him chuck another.â
âThat little shit.â Chloe laughed at the quietly indignant look on Becaâs face and rolled her eyes at the memory of her childhood bully.
âYeah well Aubrey fixed his wagon for sure. If she had been a cat she would have been spitting and yowling with her back all up. She came out of nowhere and justâŠwhaled on him. This tiny blonde tornado came to my rescue and I just knew, even if she didnât yet, I knew I was going to be with her forever. No one was really surprised when my name showed up on her wrist.â
There was a flicker of deep longing in Becaâs eyes then, so fast and so quickly hidden that she wasnât entirely sure it had been there at all. âWell that all sounds like a fairy tale. You sure youâre not a Disney princess?â
Chloe let out a breathy chuckle and shrugged. âI donât know. I think Iâd make a pretty rocking Ariel. Our friend Amy taught me how to mermaid dance soâŠâ In the back of her mind she knew that would make no sense and have no context for Beca but the other woman gave an amused grin and raised eyebrow as if picturing all that would imply. âItâs a long story, oh thatâs her over there by the stage. I didnât think sheâd be here with her shooting schedule.â It was mostly an embarrassed ramble and she was glad when Aubrey seemed to appear from thin air with drinks in hand. Chloe felt a weight lift off her shoulders and she reached out to curl a hand around Aubreyâs wrist just needing that warm connection between them.
The dull hum of anxiety finally quieted when Aubrey settled in at her side and slid a hand over to rest warmly on Chloeâs thigh. Aubreyâs thumb stroking soothingly through her jeans was warmer than the fuzziest sweater and most comfy sweater she owned and she leaned into it.
âWhatâd we miss?â Â
âChloe was just telling me all about your MMA days.â Aubrey blinked and then eased into a quiet laugh as she slid Chloe her lurid blue drink. âThanks, what do I owe you theâŠâ There was a pause as Beca read the label on her beer bottle once then twice. âSexual Chocolate? Yikes. Okay then.â
âI promise youâll like it.â The teasing lilt to Aubreyâs voice made Chloe crinkle her nose in a grin. Playful Aubrey was the best and she could tell she was trying her hardest to be social and okay. To be there for Chloe like she always was. Chloe nudged Aubreyâs shoulder with her own when Beca sputtered in flustered embarrassment just as she had raised the bottle to her lips for a sip. âOhmygod Beca, Iâm sorry.â Aubrey half reached over the table when one of Becaâs sputters caught in her throat and she choked on the beer, spraying it partially on the table.
âNo. Itâs good. Mâgood, fine. Just. Wrong pipe.â Stacieâs eyes narrowed in just barely contained amusement at Becaâs rasping croak and Chloe had the feeling she was dying to tease the smaller woman. Mortified and just a hint uncomfortable, Aubrey hurriedly wiped at the table, trying to set everything back just right on the table.
âSo didâja, B?â
All three of them turned to look at Stacie who was practically bouncing in her seat. Beca blinked a few times and raised her brow. âDid I what?â
âDidâja like it?â Somehow the simple questions seemed so much more loaded when Stacie said it. Becaâs face turned bright red and she elbowed Stacie in the ribs. It broke the tension and even Aubrey settled back down at the laughter that bubbled up between them all. It was going to be fine, it would all be fine. Nothing had to be decided right this second, they could just maybe enjoy the night and see what came of things. Chloe brought the drink to her lips and sipped from the straw. Something told her there was no rush at all, that this would all unfold exactly as it was meant to. Chloe believed in that little something with her whole heart the same way she had so many years ago.
In some way, Beca was going to be hers. Hers and Aubreyâs. And they would be Becaâs. She was positive of it. Chloe leaned further into Aubrey, their shoulderâs touching as the four of them picked up the threads of conversation and teasing banter easily. A warm blanket of calm enveloped her when Aubrey leaned into her too. Something settled in her soul and she let her fingers trail over the mark she knew was on her chest trusting destiny to bring them together if not tonight, then one day. And one day was good enough for her.
A/N: I got some tattoos this week, inspired by âNowishâ. The symbols were picked out for the story by the wonderful always-saves-my-ass-when-Iâm-stuck @tiny-maus-bootsâ and we later hashed out that Aubrey would probably get the symbols for her girls as tattoos after they get home from the tour.
Since âNowishâ became such a huge part of my life, and these girls wound their way into my heart, I wanted to make it permanently part of me for largely the same reasons.
So I wrote a couple of scenes from a future PP3 based story. It was intended to be short, but then Aubrey started talking and now we have a full chapter. Again, this is not the complete story and these scenes will likely go through some changes by the time I get around to actually writing it.Â
Takes place after they get home from the USO tour, so after âNowishâ, which happened in July 2017.
A Shared Lifetime  - All my works in my alternate timeline so far, including my other fic teases.
Words: 12,000
Rating: Mature. It was going to be teen, but Beca and Aubrey had other ideas. As. Usual.
AO3
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~A~
Last week of March 2018
Aubrey gently shook Stacie awake, trying not to wake Beca and Chloe at the same time. When Stacie rolled to her back to face Aubrey behind her, Aubrey leaned down to whisper in her ear.
âI canât sleep. Shower with me?â She pulled back enough to read the worry starting to replace sleep in Stacieâs eyes and smiled reassuringly. âIâm fine. Just restless.â She looked over as Beca gave a particularly loud snore. Aubrey smiled affectionately. âAnd I donât want to wake Sleeping Beauty.â
At Stacieâs snort and relieved nod, Aubrey slipped quietly from the bed, feeling her wife follow. Padding through the dark bedroom to the bathroom she waited until Stacie had shut the door before turning on the soft nightlight. She didnât want or need the overhead lights tonight.
While she took care of that Stacie had stepped past her to start the shower. As it warmed, she turned around and pressed herself against Aubreyâs back as her arms slipped around Aubreyâs waist.
âYou sure youâre ok?â Stacieâs voice was soft against her ear.
Stacie had always been quick to make sure there was nothing wrong, but after the whole USO debacle, she asked it a little more often. Aubrey knew she was partly to blame; she was still processing what had happened. It had made her quieter than normal the past few weeks and she knew the other three had picked up on it; just as she had picked up on their quiet moments. They all had some baggage left over since getting home, but they were together and that had made it easier.
âYes, love.â Aubrey leaned back, never tired of the feel of Stacieâs skin sliding against her own. She felt Stacie kiss the side of her head and she hummed in contentment as she turned in the circle of Stacieâs arms, Stacieâs lips already seeking hers.
They traded lazy kisses until the room grew warm and steamy. Aubrey stepped under the spray where Stacie resumed her place against Aubreyâs back. Her lips moved over Aubreyâs shoulders before lifting her hands to knead them and Aubrey groaned in bliss.
âIâll give you forever to stop doing that.â Aubrey bent her head and let the water pour over the back of it.
âThen forever itâll be.â Stacie said, humor lacing her tone.
Aubrey relaxed into the light massage, feeling her body respond as it always did to Stacieâs touch. The last few weeks had been difficult, in a way. After a single week back at work, they both took a leave of absence. Aubrey because she wasnât quite ready to dive into the world of contracts, though she did continue to look over everything for Beca as the one âclientâ she kept; the changes to the contracts sent by Khaled were small but she wanted to make sure she stayed on top of them. Â Stacie wanted the time off because she wanted to be close to Aubrey, though not in a way that ever felt clingy or oppressive. She didnât have to be in the room with Aubrey, but she was never far away; a byproduct of being miles apart when disaster struck.
Aubrey didnât think she herself was really suffering PTSD, not the way her father had ever talked about. But whenever she had a strong memory of what it was like in the van, when they realized what was happening even if not why, she found that she had to swallow to keep back a faint wash of bile. Intense moments at work had made it even stronger and prompted her desire for time off. It was an involuntarily stress response that hadnât happened in a long time â not since she and Stacie had moved in together, actually. It bothered her a lot that it was back and she was determined to get past it, not just for her sake, but for Stacie, Chloe and Beca. She knew they worried about her, that the gag reflex was a bad sign. But they never gave her the pity eyes she expected when it happened. They simply waited until it passed and offered her a glass of water. In the past she might have felt like they were hovering and gotten angry â but now she only felt loved and cared for.
It had also made her a touch more serious, a bit slower to laugh than the rest of them. Sometimes, when a dream woke her up and she was in the middle of their warm cocoon, sheâd simply lay there with her eyes closed and listen to the soft breathing around her. Feel the steady rise and fall of whoever was spooned against her back. Eventually her racing heart would calm and her own breathing would slow to match until she slipped under once more. Â
Other nights, such as now when she was one of the bookends, sheâd slip out of bed and go downstairs to where Chloe had set up an elliptical and treadmill. Aubrey would use one or the other â or both, on particularly bad nights â until she was exhausted. She would go back upstairs and take a quick shower before slipping back into bed. More often than not, whoever she had been resting against was waiting for her and simply opened their arms to pull her in. None of them pushed, they knew she was working through it on her own and she loved them all so much for it.
But mostly, no matter what activity she was doing in the middle of the night, Aubrey thought a lot about what she almost lost. What she put Stacie through, no matter how unintentionally or unpredictable it had been. She couldnât help but picture Stacie walking around their house after Beca had called, wondering if Aubrey was hurt, or worse. She could still hear the devastated yet hopeful tone in Stacieâs voice when Aubrey had called her once they were safe. Still feel how tightly Stacie had gripped her when they were finally face to face again.
Rationally Aubrey knew she wasnât to blame and Stacie reassured her as often as she could in a million ways.
But her irrational side blamed herself. That she should have known better. That she should have realized what was going on. That she had put Stacie through absolute hell.
That she should never have had the idea to go on the tour. But then her rational side - helped by Chloeâs oft repeated âThereâs a silver lining anywhere if you just look hard enough, Bree.â - would remind her that without the tour, Beca might not have been given the opportunity to go on the amazing journey she was now on.
While sheâd been lost in her thoughts, Stacie had begun to gently soap Aubreyâs body. Currently her hands were sliding up Aubreyâs stomach and over her breasts, pulling her back to the here and now. Aubrey pushed herself into the touch, craving it. âI was wrong â you have forever to stop doing that.â
Stacie chuckled and Aubrey felt it more than heard it. âSo this is why you lured me into the shower? To have your way with me?â
Aubrey took a deep breath. âThat, andâŠâ She trailed off again. âI wanted to tell you something. Or, ask you something, is probably more accurate.â She said the last quickly, feeling Stacie begin to tense around her.
âAlright.â Stacie said evenly but Aubrey could hear the caution under it.
It was Aubreyâs turn to laugh. âExcept I canât concentrate when youâre doing that to my nipples.â Stacieâs fingers had begun to slowly trace around them, then over, her fingers feeling wonderfully warm and slick.
âDo you want me to stop?â Stacie leaned down and pulled Aubreyâs earlobe into her mouth.
Desire shot through Aubrey as she groaned quietly. âNever.â Her body began to move against Stacie. âBut⊠Iâve been thinking about this for a whileâŠâ She gasped as Stacie pulled gently. âExcept now Iâve forgotten everything.â
âNah, you never forget anything important.â Stacie slid her hands back down to Aubreyâs stomach, who whimpered softly at the loss. âThis was important enough for you to wake me up for this time, so itâs important to me.â She turned Aubrey around. âUsually your midnight wanderings have been solo.â There was no judgement there â there never was.
âYouâve joined me on the treadmill a few times.â Aubrey wound her arms around Stacieâs waist. âButâŠâ She took a deep breath. âI was thinking of getting a tattoo.â She watched Stacie carefully, saw her eyes widen. She knew sheâd surprised Stacie by even entertaining the idea, much less felt it was important enough to address in the middle of the night.
âA tattoo.â Stacie repeated it slowly. âWhat brought this on?â
âThe tour.â Aubrey said. Thatâs what they called it, just âthe tour.â It was rarely âthe kidnappingâ or âthe hostage crisisâ anymore as they were all still a little touchy. âI justâŠâ She tilted her head and looked into Stacieâs eyes, loving how patiently she was waiting for Aubrey to get out her thoughts. âI know Iâve been⊠quiet.â Stacie reflexively pulled her closer and Aubrey smiled. âAnd youâve been amazing in the way youâve given me space to⊠work it through.â
âI told you Iâd wait until you were ready.â Stacie kissed her brow. âAs long as you werenât pulling away from me or doing something crazy like not eating, Iâd let you work this at your own pace.â She traced Aubreyâs jaw with one fingertip. âYouâve been amazing through this, Bree.â
âI wouldnât say that, but I think Iâm getting there.â Aubrey smiled. âWeâre all getting there. But I kind of want to⊠Oh I donât know. Not mark the tour, or the occasion, because honestly that whole thing sucked.â She grinned at Stacieâs bark of laughter. âWell, part of it. The last bit ended up being pretty awesome, considering.â She squeezed Stacieâs sides. âBut I was thinking I wanted something permanent. Something thatâs⊠all of you.â
âOh?â Stacieâs hands began to stroke Aubreyâs back. âIâd say our marriage is pretty permanent.â She grinned. âAt least to me.â Aubrey thumped her lightly in the side. âHey! No violence in the shower, we could slip and fall.â
Aubrey ignored her. âYou do know what I mean, though?â
Stacie grew serious again. âYeah, yeah I do. Not a reminder, exactly, but kind of⊠so weâre with you even when weâre not with you?â Aubrey nodded, thinking she should stop being surprised that Stacie always knew what she was trying to say even when Aubrey didnât quite have the words. âWhat are you thinking, babe?â
âThree designs, just in black. Down my right side.â Aubrey said, picturing it again.
âOf what?â Stacie prompted gently.
âA tribal sun.â Stacieâs smile was immediate. âYes, thatâs you.â Aubrey accepted the kiss she was given. âThen a crescent moon.â
âBeca.â Stacie said, obviously remembering the conversation that took place before they had all climbed in bed together, not realizing it would change their lives.
Aubrey nodded. âAnd then I found a star with a treble clef in it. If that didnât scream âChloeâ, nothing ever would.â
Stacie waited a heartbeat. âAnd why here?â She ran her hand down Aubreyâs side.
Aubrey felt her face flush as a wry smile twisted her lips. âThatâs where you three marked me for the first time?â Stacie was silent long enough that Aubrey began to worry. âBut if youâŠâ She fell silent when Stacie shook her head.
She slowly knelt to place three kisses down Aubreyâs side, almost exactly where those first love bites had been left. She looked up at Aubrey who moved to block the water from the shower. âI think it sounds perfect.â
âYou do?â Aubrey asked; she felt strangely shy as she brushed wet strands of hair out of Stacieâs face.
âI do. In factâŠâ She stood up and kissed Aubrey softly. âSo much so that I kind of want to get them myself, but on my left side.â She paused. âExcept the sun â thatâs⊠Iâd get something else to symbolize you.â
âA ball and chain?â Aubrey yelped when Stacie pinched her butt.
âNo, though now that youâve given me the ideaâŠâ Stacie trailed off, searching Aubreyâs eyes. âNo. For you it would be an outline of the Earth. Because youâre my whole world.â
Aubrey felt unexpected tears reach her eyes. âStacieâŠâ She stopped, all the words jumbling up in her chest. So she said the only thing that had ever really mattered between them. âI love you.â But it meant everything. She pulled Stacie into a kiss, soft and gentle, full of the promise of forever.
âThen itâs ok?â Stacie asked once they parted again. âYou wouldnât feel like Iâm jumping on your bandwagon?â
âNot at all.â Aubrey felt her desire stretching upward again, needing to express how much it meant to her that not only did Stacie understand, but she got it in a way that she wanted to share in such a permanent declaration.
âIâll call in the morning and see when we can get appointments.â Stacie said. âI still have the number of the guy Beca went to when we got her birthday tattoo.â She let Aubrey pull her down into another kiss. âIâm going to assume you want them as soon as possible?â
âOh yeah.â Aubrey slid her hand down Stacieâs stomach and between her legs. âBut right now, I need something else on my body.â She moaned softly at the warm and slick skin that met her fingers.
âWhatâs that?â Stacie asked, her own hands reaching down to grip Aubreyâs ass and squeeze gently.
âYou.â Aubrey whispered against her lips. âAlways you, my love.â
âSounds-â Whatever else Stacie was going to say was lost when Aubrey claimed her mouth again.
Later, as they crawled into bed happy, satiated and exhausted, Aubrey felt another piece of herself slip back into place. She didnât know how many more were still out of alignment but tonight, finally, she had the feeling it wasnât as many as she feared.
 ~C~
Two weeks later
âYou guys got tattoos.â Beca said flatly.
âYup.â Stacie replied, amused. It was the third time Beca had said it.
âFor Breeâs birthday.â It was like she expected the answers to change. Chloe thought it was adorable.
âYes.â Aubrey said, with a fond eye roll. âWe got matching tattoos â sort of â for my birthday.â
âSneaks.â Chloe said with a grin.
Stacie and Aubrey had said they had a few errands to run and had left earlier that morning. They promised to be home by late afternoon, but to not wait for them for lunch. None of them were really back at their jobs yet; Aubrey and Stacie had extended their leave of absence and Beca was still in the flux period of signing with DJ Khaled. Chloe occasionally went into the dance studio, but was also in a bit of limbo as her boss prepared to pass the reins. She knew she would have really to go back in soon. But not yet.
When the other two had finally gotten home, they looked like the proverbial cat that ate the canary and led Beca and Chloe upstairs.
/
Beca smiled. âYou guys miss us that much that youâre going to jump us the second you get home?â
âLike you wouldnât be up for that,â Stacie replied.
âBut thatâs not why we brought you up here.â Aubrey said before Beca could make a snarky and probably dirty reply.
âWhat?â Beca sounded so disappointed in that instant that Chloe had to stifle a laugh. âI mean⊠Oh?â
âNope. But we are going to take off our shirts.â Stacie said even as she and Aubrey reached for the hems of their shirts. âBecause we have a surprise for you.â
Chloe frowned, not sure where this was going and then gasped when the bandages on their sides came into view; Aubreyâs on the right, Stacieâs on the left. âOh my god. Are you guys okay? Were you in an accident?â
But Beca had stepped forward. âYou didnât.â She touched beside the bandage on Stacieâs side and Chloe understood. Sheâd seen bandages like this last year for Becaâs birthday.
âOh yeah.â Stacie laughed.
âWill you take them off for us?â Aubrey asked.
Beca met her eyes, startled. âMe?â
âWho else is the expert?â Aubrey said with a smile.
Beca took a breath. âChlo, can you go get a fresh roll of paper towels?â Beca looked over her shoulder.
âOf course, babe.â Chloe ran downstairs and grabbed their spare roll from the pantry. Opening it, she threw away the plastic and headed back where she found the three of them in the bathroom. Stacie and Aubrey were sitting side by side on the counter and Beca was washing her hands carefully with hot water. Beca had already gotten out her favorite tattoo wash and salve and had them sitting on the counter, ready to go.
âTowels.â Chloe said, tearing off a few and handing them over with a smile.
âThanks.â Beca smiled at her and dried her hands before turning to the others. âYou guys ready?â
Chloe watched as Beca carefully pulled the tape and bandage from Aubreyâs side, revealing bold, crisp black lines in the symbols down her side. Saw Becaâs hands still as she took them in and realized what they were â what they meant â before she turned and did the same for Stacieâs bandage.
Aubrey had explained their meaning once when sheâd given gifts representing them a few months ago.
A sun for Stacie, the center of her universe.
A crescent moon to represent the phases of the moon, because Beca showed her that you could change without losing who you are.
And a star for Chloe, because Chloe had always been there for her. The treble clef inside it â for the music that had brought them together and remained a constant backdrop in their lives â melted Chloeâs heart.
She didnât even have to ask Stacie about the Earth, she knew it was because Aubrey was her world.
Beca didnât say anything, her face serious as she set about washing their tattoos, Chloe holding a towel to catch the water as Beca poured it over them to let it rinse clean. She then carefully patted them dry with the paper towels and began to dab salve onto each symbol, making sure they were covered adequately.
Chloe took the wet towel to the hamper and felt her breath catch when she came back in. Stacie was watching as Beca took care of Aubrey and the expression on her face, so lost in love, Chloe had only ever seen when she was looking at Aubrey.
Chloe swallowed to try and stem her rising emotions. Aubrey was simply watching Becaâs face, so focused and efficient in her movements and care, and Aubreyâs own held a tenderness that Chloe could feel down to her toes.
/
The four of them had sprawled on The Expanse once Beca announced them done and told them theyâd have to apply the salve again in a few hours. That was the last full sentence before sheâd gotten stuck repeating âYou guys got tattoos.â
Chloe ran her finger beside the designs on Aubreyâs ribs.
âWithout me.â Beca finally said something different and Chloe snorted. âYou guys got tattoos. Without me?â
Aubrey bit her lip. âAre you mad?â
Beca shook her head rapidly. âNo! No, not at all. ButâŠâ She trailed off, her hand going to Stacieâs side where she cupped Stacieâs ribs under the Earth design.
âBut youâd have loved to have been there for us.â Stacie said and Beca nodded. âTo be fair, we thought about telling you, but decided we wanted to surprise you instead.â
âIs that ok?â Aubrey actually looked worried and Chloe hoped Beca noticed.
âOf course thatâs ok.â Beca said absently then looked up at Aubrey. Her expression changed immediately and she reached over Stacie to take Aubreyâs hand. âNo, Bree ⊠Thatâs⊠Iâm sorry. Theyâre gorgeous. I just never thought you would⊠I would haveâŠâ She trailed off then repeated, softer, âTheyâre gorgeous.â
Aubreyâs worried expression turned shy and it almost made Chloeâs heart ache with the love she felt at that moment. âBecaâs right, theyâre beautiful.â She touched the star necklace she never took off except to shower. Aubrey noticed the movement and nodded, smiling as she realized Chloe knew what the meanings behind her choices were.
âDid you guys just gay marry us?â Beca blurted suddenly, her head tilted as she looked between Stacie and Aubrey, twisting the thumb ring Aubrey had given her the same day as Chloeâs necklace. It was delicately etched with the stages of the moon. Stacie had gotten a bracelet with a sun charm and all, including Chloeâs necklace, were simple platinum designs. But so elegant and full of meaning. Like their tattoos. Like Aubrey.
Both of them laughed but Aubrey managed to get out, âWhat?â
âBecause this here,â Beca touched both their sides, stretching to reach Aubreyâs right side. âThis is all of us. And itâs permanent.â She sat back on her heels again, her hands folded in her lap. âLike you want to keep us.â It was said softly, but Chloe heard a mix of hope and wariness under it.
Chloe looked at Beca and saw her heart in her eyes, as vulnerable and exposed as Chloe had ever seen her. It showed her how much Beca had grown and she felt her heart actually ache with how happy it made her. Because in the past Beca would never have asked it in this way. Sheâd have made it into a joke while desperately hoping it was anything but. But Chloe had spent years patiently showing Beca that itâs ok to be vulnerable. To let her heart show â to take the leap and trust that Chloe would be there to catch her.
The question hung between them and Chloe knew all the layers Beca protected herself with were stripped away with it; knew what this meant to Beca, who always had some small part of her, still wounded and always waiting to be left behind. And Staubrey, these two wonderful women who they were so lucky to have in their lives, had just given their hearts in a way that Beca at even her lowest could never deny. A way she understood intrinsically, having her marked her own truths on her skin over the years.
Stacieâs laughter faded first as what Beca was saying sank in. âOf course we want to keep you. Please donât tell me youâre worried about that? Or having second tho-â She placed her hand over Becaâs on her side. âBecaâŠâ Her voice was soft. âYouâre always going to be ours.â
In so many ways, they showed Beca they would now catch her too.
âNo, no Iâm not.â Beca shook her head quickly. âYou know we feel the same way. We love you.â Beca fell silent for a moment. âI love you. After everything, itâs only grown stronger. And this⊠this feels like a commitment to that. To us.â She waved her hand to encompass them all this time.
âWell, when you put it that wayâŠâ Aubrey looked over at Stacie who nodded, a happy smile beginning to form. âI guess it kind of was.â
Chloe ran her hand along Aubreyâs ribs again, feeling her shiver. She hadnât realized she was going to speak, hadnât realized her mind had been busily working in the background, until she heard herself say, softly, âI do.â She looked up when she felt the room had gone still around her. All three of them were watching her with affection. âOh, that⊠I didnât know I was going to say that.â
Beca took her hand. âItâs ok, itâs kind of perfect.â
Stacie cleared her throat and said, âSay it again?â Her eyes held a faint sheen and Chloe felt herself fall a little more.
Chloe met her eyes and said it louder. âI do.â She looked down as Aubrey took her hand then back up to Beca, one brow quirking.
âThen get over here and kiss the brides?â Aubrey teased as she eased over to make room between herself and Stacie. Chloe and Beca knelt between them, kissing one then trading places to kiss both equally and thoroughly before stretching out and snuggling their non-tender sides.
âYou guys are just going to stay here and let me take care of these every day.â Beca said as she curled her arm carefully over Aubreyâs stomach. âDonât even think about arguing with me.â
âWouldnât dream of it.â Stacie said, pulling Chloe closer. âYouâre the expert, after all.â
In truth, theyâd spent most of their nights together for the past six weeks or so and Chloe knew it was only going to make it harder when they finally had to settle back into their work routine. But she would deal with that bridge when they came to it. Until then she was just going to enjoy every second they spent together - like the fact that she kind of loved that Aubrey was letting Beca take care of her without a fight. Aubrey was normally the one who took care of them, up to and including coming home on lunch if someone was sick to make sure they were okay and didnât need anything.
One such occasion had resulted in a new photo for Becaâs contact in her phone.
/
This past January, Chloe was watching Lilo & Stitch while Beca worked on her mixes. Aubrey was lying with her head in Chloeâs lap and was reading over some new contracts for the label.
Stacie had walked in, taken one look at the screen and said âI always thought Beca was a lot like Stitch.â
âWhat?!â Beca looked up. âI am not,â she said, indignant.
âYou mean to tell me you donât stop being ornery and begin to purr when you get leiâd?â Stacie asked pointedly.
Beca pointed a finger at her, mouth open, then let her hand drop. âDamnit.â
That weekend Stacie had gotten her a Stitch onesie. While Aubrey and Chloe had leaned on each other, laughing, Beca had held it up. âI will get you for this, Bucky.â
âPromises, promises, 8 Seconds.â Stacie blew her a kiss.
A few weeks later Beca had picked up a wicked cold from someone at the studio and it put her in bed over the weekend. It was a bad enough cold that Aubrey had ordered her to stay home for an entire week until sheâd beaten it. Theyâd all taken turns taking care of her in the mornings and evenings, but Aubrey had taken over lunch duty because Chloe had back to back classes and couldnât get away. So Aubrey had come home every day to check on her, taking an extended lunch so she didnât have to basically just run in and out.
On Wednesday sheâd quietly made her upstairs and found Beca passed out in a pile of blankets, her body in one of those awkward contortions that only the truly unconscious can manage. Wearing the Stitch onesie and snoring open mouthed because she still couldnât breathe through her nose.
Aubrey said she had immediately and without any hesitation whatsoever, taken a short video of how loud she was snoring, because Beca would deny it until she died. Then she took several of the most adorable pictures Chloe had ever seen before gently waking Beca up to make her some soup. Once Beca had eaten enough, Aubrey had tucked her back into bed, still in her Stitch pjâs.
And immediately sent the video and pictures to Stacie and Chloe.
When she showed Beca the new picture that would come up when she called, Beca had replied âWell, at least itâs not my ass anymore.â
âI thought you said youâd never wear them?â Stacie said, bumping Becaâs shoulder with her own.
âIt was the warmest thing I could find.â Beca shrugged. âI was freezing.â
âUh huh.â Chloe said. âAndâŠâ She could see there was more Beca wasnât saying.
âAnd nothing.â Beca said, not looking at them.
âBeca.â Aubrey chided. âYou know we can tell when youâre lying.â
Beca sighed deeply. âI felt better when I put it on. I felt like complete crap all week and needed⊠It was likeâŠâ She visibly forced herself to finish. âLike you were hugging me.â
âHoly shit, B.â Stacie sat back, her face soft. âThat may be the most ââ
âDonât ââ Beca put her hand out to stop her.
âFucking adorable thing I have ever heard.â Stacie pulled Beca into her lap and hugged her gently. âIâm glad it made you feel better.â
Beca sighed and burrowed in. âMe too.â She looked up as Aubrey and Chloe piled onto the couch with them. âEven if some monster took video of me in my vulnerable state.â
âAt least I didnât take one of you rubbing your eyes with the hood over your head while you were at the table. I thought I was going to die from how cute you were, all groggy and spooning up your soup.â Aubrey shrugged. âThink of it as payback for that time you got them to film me sleep groping you.â
âHey, youâre the one who said there needed to be pictures or it didnât happen.â Beca protested.
âSheâs got you there, Bree.â Chloe said as they all wiggled into a more comfortable dog pile.
Aubrey looked down where Becaâs hand had casually landed on her breast. âApparently in more ways than one,â she said wryly.
âLike she said.â Stacie said with a laugh. âSheâs a boob man.â
/
Chloe let the memory slip away when Beca finished explaining how she planned to handle their aftercare. She tucked herself closer to Stacieâs back, propping her chin on her shoulder and looked at Aubrey. âWould you guys mind if-â
â-we got them too?â Beca finished with her and Chloe smiled, never tired of the way their thoughts ran parallel. She knew she should probably have waited until they could talk, but it felt right. And with Becaâs instant agreement, she figured she only beat her at saying it by mere seconds.
âYouâd do that?â Aubrey asked shyly and with a kind of wonder. Chloe saw Stacieâs eyes focus on Aubrey before looking back to Chloe with a familiar wry expression that she returned with a smile. One of the many things they had bonded over was their wivesâ lingering fear that something was going to break. Because even without seeing her, Chloe could tell Aubrey was pleased at the idea that theyâd want to get them even as she shared Becaâs slight hesitation in believing. Chloe knew it would never have occurred to her to ask them, but how could they not do this after everything they had been through and all that they meant to each other.
Chloe half shrugged. âCanât have our wedding vows be incomplete, can we?â
âYeah. The Earth is great for us too, because you keep us grounded, Bree.â Beca offered.
âWell great, now Iâm crying.â Aubrey said with a choked laugh.
Chloe wiped away the tear that had slipped down Stacieâs cheek as her eyes closed briefly. It matched the one rolling down her own. âItâs ok to cry at weddings.â That broke the tension that had been building and they laughed through their tears. Several long minutes were spent in comforting kisses and small touches of reassurance as they settled back into a quiet contentment.
âWhere would you get it?â Stacie asked once they had recovered enough to talk without trembling voices, though she still had to clear her throat before she could speak. Like Beca, Stacie kept her real emotions hidden but in situations like this, even she couldnât hide them completely. Chloe could almost feel the adoring smile Aubrey had to be directing at them because Stacieâs cheeks took on a faint blush.
âI was thinking of between my shoulders orâŠmy spine, actually.â Chloe said. âDown the center.â
âThatâs hot.â Beca said immediately. âLike, super hot.â
âSeconded,â Aubrey said right behind her.
âThirded.â Stacie paused. âThatâs totally not a word but Iâm going with it. DJ?â Chloe rolled to her back and propped herself on her elbows to look at Beca.
âIâm not sure, actually.â Beca paused for a moment and Chloe could almost hear her thinking. âMy hips, maybe.â
âHips?â Aubrey asked, confused. âBoth?â
âYeah. Chloeâs star on my left, the sun and earth on my right.â Beca said, her voice firming.
Aubrey stifled a laugh. âI feel like thereâs a statement here about your junk being the center of the universe. All kinds of puns intended including ones I know all your dirty bird minds just thought of.â Becaâs face had immediately taken on smirk that was both smug and lustful at the same time. Chloe turned her head enough to look at Stacie and found a matching expression as she looked Beca over carefully, from head to toe. Chloe could relate to them both and let out a deep yet happy sigh as various images of the four of them in bed over the past nine months. Aubrey looked over at the three of them and rolled her eyes. Â âSeriously you guys?â But her face took on a faint flush and Chloe knew she was thinking her own parade of indecent thoughts.
Stacie shrugged. âSome people keep their love close to their hearts; Becs keeps them close to her parts.â She looked over as Beca rolled over and flipped her off. âI mean that as a compliment, B. You know how fond I am of your junk.â
Chloe and Aubrey exchanged a look that clearly said âWell, sheâs not wrong.â
Beca put her head back on Aubreyâs shoulder. âWeâll call the guy in a bit.â
âNot now?â Chloe asked, curiously.
âNope. Iâm going to enjoy getting engaged for the second time for just a little bit longer.â She ran her hand down across Aubreyâs stomach to grip her hip.
âBeca Mitchell.â Aubrey said slyly. âAre you getting sentimental in your old age?â
âCanât be helped when I have people worth being sentimental over.â Beca said.
Chloe snuggled back down into Stacie who pulled her close. âTold you, Bree. Sheâs a keeper.â
âIt may take a while, but eventually I can admit when Iâm wrong.â Aubrey said.
âBecs.â Stacie chided and lifted her head to look over Chloeâs. âI donât think any of us has ever done anything bad with our mouths.â
Beca began to laugh. âI walked into that one, didnât I?â
âItâs why we love you, B.â Stacie trailed her fingers down Chloeâs arm and until she could tangle their fingers together. âOne of many reasons we love you both.â
Chloe smiled into Stacieâs shoulder. Beca was right, they could call later.
What they needed now was to be together.
She ghosted their joined hands down Stacieâs side again. âWe totes do.â
 ~B~
Beca rubbed her thumb against the skin of Aubreyâs stomach just above her jeans, occasionally dipping below just because. She squirmed closer as she felt Aubreyâs lips press to her forehead, bending her head until she could feel as well as hear the strong beats of Aubreyâs heart. Beca felt the brief sting of tears again when she thought of the symbols Aubrey had chosen, what it meant that she would make them part of her, a declaration of love emblazoned on her skin for anyone to see.
It wouldnât have surprised Beca to learn that Aubrey had been born as a full grown proper lady, so she was almost literally the last person Beca would have expected to get a tattoo. And Stacie, who had never wanted anything permanent with anyone before Aubrey, getting something that declared she belonged to Aubrey â and including Beca and Chloe in that?
It was so much deeper than just the tattoos. It was the women wearing them and what they truly meant by getting them.
She knew Chloe had seen to the heart of her earlier thoughts, what it meant to Beca to have that kind of commitment and promise made to her. While that younger, fearful version of herself was quieter now, tucked safely into the circle of Chloeâs arms, sometimes she woke up in unexpected moments. This time, however, it wasnât fear that had made her surface, but the pure wonder Beca had felt when she realized how deeply Aubrey and Stacie felt about them. About her. Something that shouldnât have surprised her at all, considering how she felt about them. She guessed that was another thing she and Aubrey had in common â that instinctual reaction that they would be left behind. But now there would be a reminder, for all of them, that they would always be part of each other.
She pushed up on her right elbow, adjusting her body until she could look down into Aubreyâs face. Beca traced Aubreyâs fine features first with her eyes, then with the lightest touch of her left hand. Across one brow, down her cheek, along her chin until Beca brushed her thumb across Aubreyâs lips. Aubrey only watched her, her expressive green eyes never leaving Becaâs face as she leaned down and kissed her gently, merely the lightest touch of her lips before pulling back and studying her once more.
There was no trace of the disdainful woman Beca had first met all those years ago. The one who declared Beca âalternativeâ and tried to ward Chloe off before plastering on a fake smile when Chloe ignored her. The smiles now were the furthest from fake and Beca cherished every one of them, like the one slowly unfolding below her. Beca felt the light brush of breath against her face as Aubrey lifted her head just enough to close the distance between them again. Beca let herself sink into the kiss as her tongue slipped easily into Aubreyâs mouth, feeling so connected to her she wasnât sure which of them sighed in contentment first.
As they lazily traded kisses, Beca angled more of her body to rest on Aubreyâs left side, always mindful of her right. Aubreyâs left arm had curled behind them and her hand dipped under Becaâs shirt to rest against her back, pulling her always closer. Beca wasnât sure when it happened, but her left hand was resting over Aubreyâs heart, feeling it speed up the longer they kissed. It pulled at her, making the muscles in her stomach tighten as desire rose, slow and languid.
It was only natural for her hand to slip the few inches necessary to cover Aubreyâs bra clad breast and massage gently, feeling Aubreyâs back arch just a little. Her fingers traced over the hardening nipple as she kissed her way down Aubreyâs jaw. Beca paused for a moment over her pulse, her tongue pressed flat to feel how it jumped under touch, before continuing to press open mouthed kisses down to her collarbone.
Becaâs fingers slid upward to tug gently, pulling down the cup of Aubreyâs bra as her head dipped to pull the nipple into her mouth. Immediately Aubreyâs left hand was in her hair, holding her close, while Becaâs hand moved to the other breast, squeezing gently. Until Aubreyâs right hand covered it and urged her be firmer. When Beca complied, nipping with her teeth at the same time, Aubreyâs back arched again, lifting them off the bed as she cried out.
Beca slid her body over until she was straddling Aubreyâs legs. âOff.â She tugged at the front of Aubreyâs bra. âCan youâŠâ But Aubrey was already lifting herself up and Beca slid her hand around her back to undo her bra, pulling it free and tossing it behind her. Beca lowered herself again, left hand firmly planted to keep herself off Aubreyâs side, as she pulled Aubreyâs right nipple into her mouth. Almost immediately she felt movement against her shoulder and pulled back to see Chloe had rolled onto her side and was nuzzling Aubreyâs other breast. Stacie was taking advantage of her height and was pushed up higher on the bed and half leaning over Chloe to kiss Aubrey.
Feeling her own desire rise higher Beca couldnât stop her hips from grinding down against Aubreyâs as she leaned back down. She knew the way Chloeâs mouth worked as well as her own and tried to match it from memory; half hoping they would end up in sync. They must have succeeded as Aubrey pulled back from Stacie long enough to gasp, âHow the fuck â nevermind. Donât stop.â Beca grinned to herself. Having Aubrey use that tone, hearing it go breathy â that was never going to get old. Any time she was able to get Aubrey or Chloe to actually use âfuckâ because of something she was doing to them, well that was always a sexy bonus.
A sudden pressure between her legs caused her to pull back and look down as Aubreyâs whine of protest turned into a high moan. Stacie had stretched out her long arm over Chloeâs back and had cupped between Aubreyâs legs. Beca saw her forearm flex, pressing into Aubreyâs center and Beca felt the last tethers of her control fraying. She ground herself down into the back of Stacieâs hand, pushing her harder against Aubrey, her eyes closing as her body sought release in the friction between them.
Then she felt Stacieâs hand moving and lifted up, thinking she was moving to get more comfortable, but instead Beca heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. Another movement, this one unmistakably downward and Beca looked up in time to see Aubreyâs eyes close as her body arched again, mouth open in a soundless cry. Stacie was watching Beca with a hooded gaze filled with promise. Beca suddenly felt her clothes were too stifling, too constricting, and she needed them gone.
She pushed backward until she was off the bed, stripping almost as quickly as Stacie these days. She crawled back on the bed until she could reach up and hook her fingers into the top of Aubreyâs jeans. She pulled them down, along with her underwear, and dropped them to the floor behind her. Aubreyâs legs were already parted, Stacieâs hand never stopping. Chloe continued to nuzzle Aubreyâs breast, but her eyes were open and watching to see what Beca would do next.
Beca moved between Aubreyâs legs, watching as Stacieâs long middle finger stroked up and down, pulling quiet gasps from Aubrey. Even as she got closer, Beca saw it dip further down and slide inside briefly, but the angle was wrong for anything more. Stacie slid down the bed, spooning Chloe and pushing her tight against Aubreyâs side. Beca watched, breathless, as the angle allowed Stacie to thrust inside fully, each push of her hand matched by a roll against Chloeâs ass.
After a moment Beca moved her left hand up, already forming a cup and eased it under Stacieâs as she withdrew. At Stacieâs short gasp of approval, Beca fit their hands together and pushed them forward. Aubreyâs slick heat enveloped their middle fingers as she moaned, pushing back against them. Chloe had her head on Aubreyâs shoulder, her hand roaming over Aubreyâs stomach and chest, stroking here and pulling there, as she watched.
âYouâre so beautiful, Aubrey.â Beca said, meeting green eyes that were dark with desire. âThat tattoo looks so good on your skin.â She looked at Chloe and Stacie. âMaybe not as good as they do against youâŠâ She gave a crooked smile as Chloe winked at her. âYouâre incredible, Bree.â
Aubrey opened her mouth to say something but Stacie gave a particularly hard thrust and it was lost in a high grunt of pleasure, her body pushing against them all. She hitched in a breath, âI donât know about that⊠what you guy s are doing is what feels incredible.â She bit her lip as they pushed again, the heel of Stacieâs palm pressing against her clit. âOh, fuck.â
Stacie rolled her hips against Chloe again, causing her to groan softly. âYouâre all beautiful and I am the luckiest Bella in the entire world.â
Beca smirked at her. âYou better not try to high five yourself for doing three Captains again.â Stacie had amused herself so much with it that first night that sheâd done it a few times over the past nine months. Beca secretly, or not so, thought it was one of the most adorable things sheâd ever seen Stacie do. And, to be honest, Beca couldnât really blame her because it was an amazing feat that she kind of admired.
Stacie shook her head. âIâll save that for later.â Beca knew she would, too. âRight now, I have more important things on my mind.â She flicked a glance down at their hands and back up at Beca, one brow quirked.
Beca thought she knew what Stacie was getting at, so when she pulled back and extended her index finger as well, Beca was half a second behind her as they slid back into Aubrey. Beca felt Aubrey clench around them. âAlready, Bree?â She half teased. âThought you could hold out longer than that.â
Chloe laughed. âDonât play with fire, Becs. You know youâll get burned.â But her own breathing was ragged, her body pushing back against Stacieâs with every roll of her hips.
âBeca.â Aubrey paused to swallow. âShut up and finish what you started.â She met Becaâs startled look and underneath the blown pupils and sex voice was Captain steel that Beca felt herself instantly respond to.
Beca licked her lips, distracted by how much her body reacted to Aubreyâs deeper voice, and felt her own body clench around nothing. âJesus⊠How⊠do you⊠do that?â Beca inhaled deeply, trying to pull her scattered thoughts together. âJust remember, Bree. You asked for whatâs about to happen.â She met Stacieâs eyes and the two of them smiled in perfect understanding and as one they sped up their thrusting, pushing Aubrey up the peak.
Chloeâs hand slid down Aubreyâs stomach and Beca watched the muscles jump until Chloeâs fingers rested on Aubreyâs clit. She hissed out a breath. âJesus, Bree.â She lowered her mouth to flick lightly at a nipple with her tongue. âYouâre so wet.â She pulled it into her mouth, eyes closing as she helped Aubrey climb higher with every circle her fingers made.
Aubrey cried out, her body bucking against them, meaningless pleading falling from her lips. âBecs⊠right there.â Her body locked for a second and Beca thought she was about to come undone, but Aubrey let out her breath again, as if sheâd held her orgasm back by sheer will. Which would be a very Aubrey Posen like thing to do, since Beca felt she could do anything by sheer force of her will. âStace⊠I needâŠâ But Stacie was already moving, trusting Beca to keep the motion of their hands, pushing herself a fraction higher with her feet as her neck stretched to meet Aubreyâs raised head in a kiss. It was an awkward angle and Beca spared a thought to hope that neither of them pulled something, but then Aubrey fell back to the bed. Her body locked again, except the motion of her hips, meeting each thrust of their hands as she climaxed, even as they pushed her higher. As she finally went limp, they slowed, easing her back down again.
Stacie pulled her hand free and Beca captured it, pulling Stacieâs fingers one by one into her mouth, her eyes locked on Aubreyâs as she watched. Aubrey licked her own lips, her eyes still dark with desire. Beca stretched herself out on the bed, sliding her hands under Aubreyâs thighs to hold her in place.
âWhatâŠâ Aubrey started but Beca cut her off.
âYou told me to finish what I started, Captain.â Beca said. âIâm just following orders.â Aubreyâs mouth dropped and Beca could almost hear the âOh fuckâ that must have gone through her mind if the sudden need in her eyes was any indication. She lowered her head, licking the length of Aubreyâs center and feeling her shudder. She felt two hands wind their way into her hair, holding her in place.
Beca lost track of time as she tasted and nuzzled, licked and even nipped. She was briefly aware of movement beside them, figuring it was Stacie and Chloe finally removing their own clothes, but she was focused on Aubrey. She loved pulling these sounds from her, each gasp and keen stoking her own fire higher. Each time Becaâs name fell from Aubreyâs lips, it made her push Aubrey further, faster, even though she wanted to make this last. But Aubrey was already bucking beneath her, her second orgasm rolling through her with every curl of Becaâs fingers.
Beca couldnât help but think of that first time, where the three of them had made love to Beca then Aubrey had lifted her up the second time. That moment had forever changed her, bound her to Aubrey and Stacie in ways they hadnât stopped discovering. She slowed her movements, hoping Aubrey understood how much it had meant to Beca, how much she cherished that first moment between them.
Then she heard Chloe cry out beside her and it was deep and guttural enough that, startled, Beca lifted her head.
Chloe was lying naked on her side, though still pressed against Aubrey, and her left leg was hooked over Stacieâs bent knee which held it up in the air. Stacieâs hand was on Chloeâs hip and Beca was treated to an extremely close up view of the strap-on Stacie was wearing being thrust into Chloe from behind.
âHoly fuck.â Beca whispered, her breath leaving her body in pure reaction.
âOh my god.â Aubrey said immediately after her, her body still shuddering under Beca.
Stacie thrust deep and fast, her hand tightening on Chloeâs hip to anchor herself. All of Chloeâs hidden muscles were in sharp relief as her body strained against Stacie.
Beca had long realized that she had a massive toner for all her girls having muscles, but it wasnât until that moment that she realized she had a thing for thigh muscles and both Chloe and Stacie had them in spades. If all the moisture in her body hadnât already been heading straight between her legs, watching the two of them flexing in front of her would have sealed the deal. The desire to trace them with her tongue was almost overpowering but she couldnât move. âThigh muscles for fucking days.â
Chloeâs eyes were closed, moans and high pitched gasps slipping past her lips and all Beca could do was stare in awe at how fucking amazing the two of them looked together. She found she was completely unable to look away from Stacieâs pounding hips and the shaft disappearing into her wife.
~S~
When Beca had lowered herself back down between Aubreyâs legs, Stacie had patted Chloe on the hip. âLetâs get naked.â Chloe had nodded, her eyes hooded, and followed Stacie off the bed. Theyâd wasted no time in stripping, but Chloe had gone to the dresser. When she came back, sheâd held one of their strap-ons out to Stacie. They had taken advantage of Stacieâs IOU shopping trip for Chloeâs birthday â several times.
Stacie had pulled the underwear on without hesitation, letting Chloe put the dildo in and lock it in place. Sheâd shuddered at the feel of Chloeâs fingers against her center, but Chloe had merely kissed her and backed toward the bed.
Helpless to do anything else, Stacie followed as Chloe crawled back onto it and assumed her previous position on her right side, looking over her shoulder at Stacie with need in her eyes. Stacie lay behind her, her left leg bent at the knee, and helped Chloe lift her leg over it. She dropped her hips and slid forward, allowing the length of the toy to run between Chloeâs folds, though not inside quite yet. She felt Chloe hold it in place and Stacie thrust gently, allowing Chloeâs natural lubrication to coat it while they watched Beca work Aubrey into another orgasm.
Then Stacie pulled back, angled her hips and let Chloe guide her until she could slowly press inside. After the first resistance eased, Stacie paused with the head inside, letting her adjust. Then her hand tightened on Chloeâs hip and she jerked her hips upward sharply.
Chloe cried out as she was filled, her body arching as she pushed back against Stacie. âHarder.â Stacie felt her body shudder at Chloeâs demand even as her hips picked up speed.
âHoly fuck.â She heard Beca whisper and opened her eyes to see Beca staring at them.
Aubrey had pushed herself up on her elbows and was watching them. âOh my god.â Stacie looked up and the look on Aubreyâs face caused her to shiver again at the lust in those beautiful green eyes. If anyone other than Beca was going to understand the desire coursing through Stacieâs veins, it was Aubrey. She knew what it was to need Chloe and have Chloe demand even more in return. Then Chloe moaned again and Stacie pulled her attention back to the woman in her arms.
She gripped Chloe tighter and pushed herself to go faster with every sound Chloe made. At this point they had all used one of the strap-ons on each other, but they never grew tired of it. The trust and intimacy of it, even when it was fast and rough like now, never stopped being as exciting as the first time. Nine months later and they were still in the honeymoon stage for all that they were just now making engagement jokes. Or promises, she supposed. Stacie didnât see any signs of that ever fading for any of them. When she had told Aubrey that she wanted to get the design as well, sheâd meant it for the same reasons.
The thought of almost losing Aubrey had plagued her since theyâd gotten back home, waking her more than once in the middle of the night. While the fear of losing Beca and Chloe was also there, it was to a slightly lesser degree â a thought that always made her feel instantly guilty and added to the misery she felt in the dark. While they were her heart, Aubrey was her entire world. Stacie didnât know if she could have survived that. She knew Aubrey had the same problem, often going to work out until she came back to bed damp from a shower and trembling with overtaxed muscles. Stacie had joined her a few times, silently claiming whatever machine Aubrey wasnât using, until Aubrey was ready to shower. There they would slowly make love as they washed each other and finally go back to bed, where, more often than not, Beca and Chloe were waiting for them.
Sometimes one of them simply woke the rest up, needing reassurances in the form of kisses and quiet moans. Beca and Chloe usually started those and Stacie had a secret suspicion they were partially doing it to ease Aubreyâs middle of the night worries without having to get up and work herself to exhaustion. And it seemed to be working because lately Aubrey had begun to follow their lead, not needing to go downstairs as frequently as before. Stacie hoped that meant Aubrey was close to putting it fully behind them. She thought the tattoos were a giant leap toward that goal and Becaâs question about marriage and Chloeâs instant, unhesitating âI doâ brought them even closer.
Beca scrambled sideways, taking advantage of their positioning, to lean forward toward Chloe. Stacie changed her pace to slow and deep thrusts, allowing Beca to, Stacie assumed, get her mouth over Chloeâs clit and suck. She felt Chloe tighten as she gave another cry, making each thrust require more effort. Stacie bit her lip, trying to keep her pace steady to not bounce Beca out of the way, but the need to push Chloe faster and faster was inching up her spine.
Beca made the decision for her as she pulled back, her eyes glazed but locked on them as she settled between Aubreyâs legs again. Chloe bent her body forward as Aubrey reached for her to kiss her fiercely. Stacie pulled Chloeâs leg back up and over, pushing deep within as she urged Chloe to recline half on her stomach and half on Aubreyâs side with her left leg still bent and propped up slightly by Aubreyâs leg.
Stacie rolled with her, getting her legs between Chloeâs and planted her right forearm on the mattress and her left hand back on Chloeâs hip. Finding her footing, she began to thrust again, watching Aubrey run her hand down Chloeâs arm and back up, tangling in her hair. Chloeâs face in profile was flush with exertion and beautiful; her eyes were closed, her mouth open and pulling in air to exhale a string of profanity that only urged Stacie to go faster. Sweat dripping down her body, Stacie braced herself and drove her hips, hard and fast, feeling Chloe tighten again, her body beginning to tremble under Stacie. Every time she thrust, she felt Becaâs hand where it gripped the back of Chloeâs thigh.
Stacie felt her own body tightening and wondered if sheâd come undone from this alone, but then Chloe was screaming her release, her hand closing on the far side of Aubreyâs neck as her anchor. Stacie gradually slowed, though it was difficult to pull herself back from the edge. She came to a stop, still deep within, and dropped to rest on Chloeâs back, pressing kisses into her shoulder.
âYouâre fucking amazing, Chloe.â Stacie said, trying to get her breath back.
Chloe let out a half laugh, her voice shaking as aftershocks rolled through her as Stacie felt her twitch. âI think I should be saying that to you.â She exhaled. âHoly shit. I canât feel my legs.â
Stacie groaned and lifted up enough to slide backward and slip free though Chloe groaned at the loss. âThat may be my fault.â
âYou donât weigh that much,â Chloe protested.
Aubrey stroked Chloeâs arm but watched Stacie. âYouâre all kind of fucking amazing right now.â She laughed as Beca crawled her way up so she could kiss Aubrey. She kept her knees tucked under Aubreyâs legs, causing them to wrap high around Becaâs waist as Chloeâs leg fell to the bed. âYes, including you.â She pulled Beca in and kissed her soundly.
Stacie smiled at their antics, the two of them were seriously adorable more than half the time, and Chloe watched them from where she was cuddled into Aubreyâs shoulder. Then Stacieâs eyes traced Becaâs body and she felt that insistent need pulse back to the front of her mind.
She moved behind Beca, her voice low and commanding. âSpread your knees, Beca.â Startled, Beca looked over her shoulder but her knees were already parting at the order. Stacie slid behind her and guided the shaft inside, watching Becaâs body press down into Aubrey as her hips tried to rise.
âOh fuck.â Beca said on an exhale. âPlease⊠oh Jesus, please Stacie.â Beca pushed back as Stacie ground against her.
Stacie put one hand on Becaâs hip and the other up on her shoulder as she began to move.
 ~A~
Aubreyâs breath had left her when she realized what Stacie was about to do. Knowing Beca as she did, Aubrey wasnât surprised at her Pavlonian response to being taken this way â Aubrey felt the exact same since taking Beca that first night and the muscle memory of it was strong enough to take her breath away.
Then Beca pressed down into her when Stacie pushed her hips home and Aubrey inhaled sharply at the sensation. When Stacie found her rhythm, as hard and fast as she had taken Chloe, each thrust pushed Beca down and Aubrey was wide open and still sensitive enough that it was starting to drive her crazy. The sight of Stacie rising up behind Beca, need in every taut muscle, combined with Becaâs expressive face inches from hers, filled with blind lust and changing with every lunge from Stacie had Aubrey halfway up the peak again already.
Aubrey cupped Becaâs cheeks and saw those midnight eyes focus on her. âBree.â It was said reverently and Beca pushed her hands between Aubreyâs shoulders and the bed until she could grip them from behind and use her as an anchor. She bit her lip as Stacie continued drive into her, muffling the scream Aubrey knew was trying to get out.
Chloeâs hand slid up into Becaâs hair. âWe got you.â Aubrey tightened her legs against Becaâs sides as Chloe urged Becaâs head around until she could kiss her. âLet it out, Beca.â
Aubrey swallowed. âSheâs right, love.â She leaned up and whispered into Becaâs ear. âWeâre so far past holding back.â She pulled Becaâs earlobe between her teeth and bit lightly.
Stacie suddenly drove forward, pushing Beca down into Aubrey as she thrust as deeply as she could. Her hands slid down and between Aubrey and Beca. âLet me hear you, Beca.â It was that same soft commanding voice and Aubrey cried out as the thumb from Stacieâs left hand pushed firmly over her clit. As she writhed, she felt Beca lock above her as Stacieâs right hand pressed into her at the same time.
Becaâs forehead pressed into Aubreyâs left shoulder, the sound starting low in her throat, gaining in strength and volume as her body shook with the force of her release, a high keen that broke at the end with Stacieâs name on her lips. She dragged air into her lungs and moaned again, only slightly softer but no less intense as Stacie finally stilled her hands and flattened them against Beca and Aubreyâs stomachs instead. A third moan trailed off into a whimper as she clung to Aubrey.
âHoly shit.â Stacie was panting. âI love you guys.â
Aubrey watched her swallow and felt a grin twitch her lips even as she tried to regain her own breath. âLittle worn out, love? And you said cardio would never come in handy.â Aubrey felt Beca give a small hiccup of a laugh and pulled back slightly to focus on her. âHey.â She felt drops on her shoulder and knew they werenât sweat. âHey.â She said again, softer as she brushed Becaâs hair out of her face. Beca was still trembling in reaction but her eyes were clenched shut and fresh tears slipped free as she gave a stifled sob. âBaby.â She felt Chloeâs fingers comb through Becaâs hair, her voice soothing and gentle as she whispered words of comfort. Beca ducked under Chloeâs chin and pressed her face against Chloeâs neck with another sob, though her hands still clutched at Aubrey.
Aubrey met Stacieâs concerned gaze and smiled slightly. âSheâs okay, love. That was just⊠a little intense for all of us.â
Stacie eased her hands from between them. âIâll say.â She lightly stroked Becaâs back and made to move away, but Aubrey shook her head once. She and Beca were alike enough that she knew, in this moment, sheâd want Stacie to stay right where she was. Need to feel connected, to keep her close. Stacie nodded slowly, her hands continuing their soft caress.
Aubrey felt Becaâs hands finally begin to lose their desperate hold on her shoulders, her body finally relaxing under their touch. She met Becaâs sheepish look with a soft smile. âHi.â
Beca sniffled once. âIâm sorry.â
Chloe brushed Becaâs hair back and Beca turned her head to look at her. Chloeâs face was filled with such tenderness that Aubrey felt it was a little hard to breathe through the tightness in her chest. âFor what, love?â
âHaving emotions.â Beca replied. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. âAll over Aubreyâs shoulder.â
âI think Iâll live.â Aubrey tightened her legs around Beca again. âAnd donât ever apologize for your emotions. I kind of love them.â
âYeah, DJ. At least youâre up to plural now.â Stacie said, always knowing when to help Beca with humor. âFreshman you wouldâve said you only had one.â
Beca laughed. âFuck you, Bucky.â
âMmm.â Stacie hummed thoughtfully. âLetâs save that for next time. I donât think you can move right now.â
Beca twitched again as her breath hissed out. âHoly shit. You canât say that right now, Stace.â Aubrey heard her swallow heavily. âNot⊠not where you are, because youâre right, I donât think I can move.â
Stacie chuckled. âSorry, B. Should IâŠ?â She trailed off briefly. âI canât imagine youâre not⊠uncomfortable.â
Beca sighed. âI am, but I really donât want you to move yet⊠but yeah. Maybe.â She closed her eyes as Stacie pulled away, hissing again. Aubrey smiled and nodded when Stacie pointed at the bathroom and slipped from the bed.
Moving slowly, Beca lifted herself off of Aubrey and moved to the space Chloe created between them. She lay on her back, her eyes closed and her hands folded on her stomach. Chloe slid against her side and pressed a kiss to her temple, then her cheek where Beca turned her head to meet her lips instead.
Aubrey watched them with a smile as they reassured each other wordlessly before laying back and closing her own eyes. Slowly she stretched in place, feeling only the slightest soreness in her legs that was already easing. While she hadnât expected the afternoon to go the way it did, she wasnât ever going to argue with how satisfied she felt in this moment. She heard the water running in the bathroom and knew that Stacie was cleaning off the toy and would place it back in the drawer for next time. She heard the water shut off and pictured Stacie walking out of the bathroom and to the dresser, the drawer opening and closing, with a detour to the hamper for the harness.
âBree?â Becaâs voice pulled her from her musings. Aubrey looked at her. âCan you roll on your side? Left side,â she added. âBe the big spoon?â
Aubrey immediately shifted and Beca moved over, letting Aubrey pull her close. Aubrey kissed her shoulder. âHowâs that?â It took Aubrey a second to remember why Beca would specify what side to lay on, having briefly forgotten her tattoo. Though, thinking back, Beca never had. Not once had she accidentally bumped it in everything that had happened.
âPerfect.â Beca sighed as Stacie crawled back into the bed. âCâmere, Stace.â She patted the space between her and Chloe. âPlease?â Aubrey was deeply touched by the care Beca always took with them, because sheâd arranged it so Stacie would also lay with her tattoo side free.
âLike you need to ask me twice.â Stacie said lightly as she slipped between them, Chloe pressing against her back. âOh, wait.â She leaned back against Chloe and threw both her hands up in the air. âGo team!â And she high fived herself.
Aubrey watched her with bemused fondness. âItâs a good thing youâre soooo good in bed.â She dropped her voice and practically purred, feeling Beca twitch against her. Becaâs reaction to Aubreyâs bedroom voice never, ever, failed to make Aubrey shiver along with her.
âPsh, you love me.â Stacie said as she lowered her arms again, beyond pleased with herself.
Chloe and Beca chimed in with Aubrey. âYeah we do.â
When Stacie had settled back into place, Beca immediately pulled her into a kiss that left them both breathless. Aubrey watched, amused, as Stacieâs eyes blinked open, almost dazed with the thoroughness of it. âI donât even have words for what you just made me feel.â Beca said softly and kissed her again. âOr how to tell both of youâŠâ She trailed off again.
âThatâs ok, Becs.â Stacie ran her fingers across Becaâs jaw. âI know.â She met Aubreyâs eyes. âWe know.â
Aubrey buried her nose in Becaâs hair and pulled her close. Sleep was tugging at her and a nap sounded like heaven. She just didnât want to be the one to reach down for the blanket folded at the end of the bed, she was too comfortable. But as their skin cooled, she knew theyâd need the covers. But before she could make herself move, Beca spoke up again.
âUm⊠Stace?â
âMph?â Stacie clearly was worn out. Aubrey was going to give her such a bad time later. She sensed a lot of jogging in their future.
âUm⊠are you⊠donât you needâŠâ Beca stopped. âTo⊠You know.â
âBeca.â Chloe said with exasperated affection. âSeriously? You still canât say sex or orgasm?â She propped her chin up on Stacieâs arm. âYouâre sometimes so prudish for someone who lives in the gutter.â
âItâs all part of my charm?â Beca lifted her shoulder in a shrug.
Stacie was shaking her head. âThatâs Beca: An 18th century gentleman. Worried about my getting off but unable to actually say it. Itâs so cute.â She grabbed Becaâs hand before it could poke her in the stomach. âBut to answer the question youâre dancing aroundâŠâ She smiled sheepishly. âI actually came the second you screamed my name.â
âOh.â Becaâs voice was shyly pleased. Her hand shifted and pulled Stacie into another kiss. Her voice was stronger the next time she spoke. âJust the thought of me does it for you, huh?â
âAnd sheâs back.â Stacie rolled her eyes.
âThatâs my girl,â Chloe said fondly. Beca pushed up to kiss her.
Aubrey laughed and sat up to scoot a little toward the end of the bed.
âWhere are you going?â Beca said, looking over her shoulder. Aubrey could see the vulnerability still lurking under the surface.
âGetting the blanket.â Aubrey hooked it with her foot and dragged it upward until she could get a grip on it. Stacie immediately reached up and grabbed a couple of pillows and dragged them down.
âOooh, naptime!â Chloe sat up and reached over to help spread it over them.
Burrowing into a pillow, Stacieâs eyes were already closed. âI could nap.â
Beca waited until Aubrey was nestled against her back again, immediately pulling Aubreyâs arm around her. âDid we get old?â
âNo, B.â Stacie said, opening one eye. âWeâre just exhausted because we all thoroughly celebrated our engagement.â
Aubrey leaned down to whisper in Becaâs ear. âShe means we just fucked the shit out of each other and now itâs time to rest up.â
âSo we can do it again.â Chloe said in the most innocent of tones. âBut this time I get to wear it.â
Stacieâs eyes had shot open and she stared at Beca. âTheyâre going to kill us.â
Beca breathed out a quiet, âHoly fuck.â
Aubrey couldnât help but laugh. âIt certainly felt like it.â
Chloe burrowed into Stacieâs back with a yawn, her arm low across Stacieâs hip, mindful of her tattoo. âSleep now.â
âYou expect me to sleep after that?â But Stacieâs eyes were closed despite her protests; her words slow as she drifted.
âYou are a wicked, wicked woman, Aubrey Posen.â Beca shivered against her.
âYou love it.â Aubrey teased.
âYeah I do.â Beca sounded like she wanted to say more, but the rest was lost in a soft snore.
Aubrey let sleep pull her under, feeling several more pieces of herself slide into place.
âSoon,â she thought to herself. âWeâre all safe. Weâre all home. Iâll finally just be me soon enough.â
Summary: Â Inspired by Soulmates au and soulmates au pt 2 hc by @fandom-heaux . An AU in which everyone is born with a smudged birthmark. As you find your mate in life the smudge forms their name when youâve made an impression on them. In this world Beca doesnât realize she has any, let alone three.
Authorâs Note: Iâm gonna try this thing where I post once a week. I say try becauseâŠwell. Tis I. Queen of zero follow through. I blame @chloes-yellow-cup for dragging me into this fandom and then making fics that have ruined me. RUINED ME. Let me clarify. RUINED ME.
 Beca
âShut up.â
âIâm serious.â
âYou are not. Everyone has one. This dude I dated, Boochie, got dragged behind his ATV at Glamis and got a wicked road rash. Like peeled the whole fucking side of his body including his mark. The shit came back, darker. My hand to God.â Stacie put her hand over her heart and raised the other as if she were giving oath. As if this would somehow make her story all the more believable.
âFirst of all who the fuck is named âBoochieâ?â At Stacieâs smirking shrug she moved on. âSecondly. Ew dude.â Stacie laughed at the face Beca made but waited for her to say something more. Waiting for her to say âJust Kidding!â or something equally confirming that she was joking in some way.
Beca shrugged and took a sip of her beer. These were the conversations she hated. It wasnât that she was ashamed exactly. It wasnât anything that she could control so why should she be ashamed? Beca just hated dealing with having to explain it to people. Explain that she didnât have that thing that made a person complete. Whole. Normal or whatever. The responses were all the same and they happened in stages. First there was disbelief.
âI mean. I donât really have a reason to lie soâŠâ Stacie gave her a leveling stare as if she were trying to see if Beca was being completely truthful. She was sure there were people out there that didnât want a soulmate, didnât want to find the one person in the whole world that would always be there, would never leave, and would always justâŠget them. But she didnât happen to know any and she didnât think Stacie did either. Whatever the taller woman was looking for in Becaâs face she didnât find because she gave a soft âhuhâ.
Beca didnât trust it. Stage two was curiosity. There was no way, NO WAY, that Stacie wouldnât ask questions. After moving to Los Angeles Beca had found herself cut adrift in a sea of unknown variables. She didnât know the area, or the people, or even any of her neighbors. She moved into a three story building that was perfect for her. It was dark and brooding and no one gave a shit about anyone else. They just kept to themselves for the most part. Except Stacie.
Stacie had made it a point to smile and say hi every time Beca passed her in the halls. There was something a little predatory about the way she did that made Beca a little nervous at first. Her stuttered greetings were rushed and she usually tried to slink away into the shadows whenever possible. Until Stacie had come over one Wednesday night with a six pack of beer and endless questions.
Six months later the questions hadnât stopped. But then neither had the beer so it wasnât horrible. Beca didnât know why she even enjoyed it so much, she had never really needed gal pals before but she counted on these Wednesday nights now.
Somehow Stacie had made a place in Becaâs life and the smaller woman found herself not minding having a standing drinking date. Stacie tossed her long legs over the arm of the overstuffed chair in Becaâs living room and full on man-style belched. Becaâs face twitched in a smirk as she shifted her position on the floor to rest back against the couch. âNice. I see now why youâre so popular.â It was an attempt to deflect, move away from stage two before it even began but it was futile and she knew it when Stacie only blew her a kiss and forged ahead.
âYeah but likeâŠdonât you want to be with someone?â Beca raised a shoulder in a half shrug as if it didnât matter much. Even though it kinda sorta mattered a lot.
âNot really.â Lie. âI have goals. Iâm here to get into the industry and claw my way to the top. A relationship doesnât really factor into it. So I guess being a freak of nature doesnât really matter.â It was coming. She could feel it. The inevitable stage three. Pity. There was always pity in the eyes of every single person sheâd had to explain this to. And Beca liked Stacie, she didnât really want to feel the weight of all that, she already felt broken enough.
An abrupt laugh made her jerk her head up to blink owlishly at the other woman. Well she hadnât wanted pity but this seemed somehow worse. âYou think youâre a freak of nature? Check this out.â Without a hint of warning or even a secondâs consideration on whether the blinds were closed or not Stacie peeled her shirt off and pointed to a row of three smudges down her rib cage. âTHIS is a freak of nature.â
It was enough of a shock that Beca almost forgot not to stare at Stacieâs bra clad chest. Almost. She blinked and dragged her gaze to Stacieâs side. Becaâs eyes went wide and she reached out a hand to touch them before she realized what she was doing and jerked it back. They hadnât quite formed yet, but one had a definite outline of an A. âDudeâŠâ
âI know right?!â She shrugged and pulled her shirt back on, content to reach for her beer as if she hadnât just flashed someone she barely knew. âMy mom thinks itâs some kind of divine blessing or something.â It was clear she disagreed but Beca couldnât help but feel a little jealous because maybe deep down she thought it was kind of a blessing too. She would have given her right hand to have one of those marks even if she tried to convince herself that she was better off without one.
âSo is that why you date so much?â It was putting it politely and they both knew it. Stacie gave her an affectionately amused look and shrugged.
âI just like sex.â Okay then. Beca flushed a little at the bluntness of the statement but nodded anyway. âIs you not having one why you donât date at all?â
âFair if somewhat stinging. I justâŠdonât see the point. Whoever I date is going to have one and thatâs not going to be my name. It just leads to hurt feelings and wasted time.â Stacie reached down and pulled another pair of bottles out of the cardboard holder and held one out to Beca. The DJ cracked it open and gestured vaguely to the marks on her friend. âSo who do you think A is?â This wasnât the turn she had expected for the conversation but she couldnât say she hated it. Once people found out she didnât have a smudge of her very own they tended to not want to talk about it at all. As if that would somehow offend Beca. The avoidance of it had just made Beca feel all the more lonely. This was almost refreshing.
Stacieâs dark head tipped to the side as she considered it. âI think itâs this guy Aaron I met at The Greek last summer. I was there with this other guy Tony, but we got separated. I ran into Aaron, all tall, blonde, and green eyed, with a banging body.â She gave a mild smirk at the memory of said body and moved on. âHeâs just boring as fuck. I mean heâs in the Army or whatever so thatâs cool. But he kept talking about his guns and his little sister. And more guns. He talked a LOT about guns. It was annoying.â
It was Becaâs turn to smirk and she didnât even try to hide it. âYeahâŠhe sounds like a real winner, Stace.â Who didnât love a guy that could gush about guns all day long? âI dunno. You donât seem that into him, not that I have any experience in this but arenât you supposed to know when you meet your one? OrâŠthree? Donât you just instantly know and fall in love or whatever?â Beca kept her face blankly bored hoping that Stacie wouldnât see how much she actually wanted to know the answer.
Stacie was slow to answer and she shrugged. âI dunno. After I met him the A showed up. We didnât really get to do more than make out and exchange numbers. I didnât realize until I got home that the A was even there. Iâm not exactly anxious to find out. Once I knowâŠitâs like I donât get to be Stacie anymore. I have to be Aâs girlfriend. Or wife. Until thatâs over for whatever reason and the next smudge shows a name.â
It hadnât even occurred to Beca that Stacie had three because she would go through a string of soulmates. She had just assumed they would all be together. It was a thought that should have seemed strange but for some reason felt oddly right. âHuh.â Stacie raised her brows in question but Beca shook her head. âItâs nothing itâs just I didnât really think about what it could mean to haveâŠthree.â
âI just canât imagine myself tied to one person forever let alone three at the same time. I read up on multiple marks but all I could come up with were extremely rare double marks. No triples. And out of the doubles only two or three out of the half dozen were concurrent relationships.â
Beca narrowed her eyes at Stacie. For someone that went to a lot of trouble to appear brainless she certainly was anything but. âYou justâŠread up on it. Like no big deal let me research all the known cases of multiple marksâŠâ Stacie blinked at her blankly and said nothing. Beca was starting to think that a little part of Stacie did want to find her one. Er. Ones.
The sound of Stacieâs phone jerked them both out of the quiet tension. âFoodâs here. You got change for a twenty? I hate giving tips on the app.â
Beca reached over to her coffee table and picked up her wallet. âI got the tip. You covered dinner.â She got up and thumbed through the cash she had. She was sure she had a five in there somewhere. The knock at the door got her attention if only for a second. She didnât even look up at the delivery guy as she continued to dig around. âHey thanksâŠdude you wanna grab somâŠâ Her words trailed off as she finally found what she was looking for and met the eyes of the person at the door.
âHiâŠâ
âHi.â
âHiâŠâ Beca felt like she couldnât speak. Couldnât breathe and could only just manage to repeat the one thing that was being said. The red haired woman smiled widely and Beca blinked all at once dazzled and stunned by just how blue her eyes were. The womanâs lips curved into an amused smile and Beca had to remind herself to close her mouth.
âDid you orderâŠ?â
âYep! Thatâs us.â Stacie bounded over to grab the bags of food. It was enough to bring Beca back to the here and now. âThanks. Hey B, ya got that tip?â Beca mutely raised the bill without taking her eyes off the delivery woman.
âThatâs so kind, thank you.â It should have sounded sarcastic and on anyone else it would have. But it sounded sincere and so sweet that Beca could only nod in response. She licked her lips as the woman pocketed the bill and turned away. Just for a second she had the urge to follow after her but she stayed rooted until the sound of the front door on the building opening and closing reached her ears. She shook herself as she shut the door and turned to find Stacie with a revoltingly smug look on her face.
âWhat?â
âNothing.â Beca glared at her for a second before she tossed her wallet on the table and moved to sit on the floor again. She should have known it wasnât going to be that easy. Stacieâs voice practically purred. âShe was hot. Like really hot.â
âReally? I didnât notice.â Beca opened a container of noodles and picked up her chopsticks. Stacie just laughed in a way that caused a shiver to chase down her spine. Stacie smiled and reached for the carton of orange chicken. The banter was nice. Stacie made her feel like she could just be herself. It was something sheâd never had before. She kinda didnât even mind the teasing.
âYeah because you give a fifty dollar tip to every delivery person.â
She snorted and shook her head before stopping as that last bit sunk in. âWait. What? I did what??â
Summary: Â Inspired by Soulmates au and soulmates au pt 2 hc by @fandom-heaux . An AU in which everyone is born with a smudged birthmark. As you find your mate in life the smudge forms their name when youâve made an impression on them. In this world Beca doesnât realize she has any, let alone three.
Authorâs Note: Iâm gonna try this thing where I post once a week. I say try becauseâŠwell. Tis I. Queen of zero follow through. I blame @chloes-yellow-cup for dragging me into this fandom and then making fics that have ruined me. RUINED ME. Let me clarify. RUINED ME.
Authorâs Note 2: and then I posted way early. Click here for Part 1
 Chloe
It was late and she was tired and sweaty and itchy and she just wanted a hot shower and a cuddle with Aubrey. Chloe turned the key in the lock of her front door and pushed. It didnât open right away and she groaned. Damnit. It was stuck again. She and Aubrey kept meaning to get someone out to fix it. A handyman or whatever, but Aubrey had been so busy lately at the firm. She was running herself ragged getting ready for a trial. Aubrey was the hardest working junior associate at Hale, Harris and Hoke and it was giving her the edge she needed against the other junior associates. But it was hard. They hardly saw each other these days. Chloe herself was spending most of her days picking up UberEats orders after her shifts at the clinic. Most days, like today, she smelled like a combination of wet dog fur and greasy fast food. Chloe rested her head against the door and sighed. Her hand came up to scratch lightly at her chest with a deep sigh.
She was only doing this side gig because she wanted to take Aubrey on a long weekend away. Just the two of them, so they could reconnect and relax. Chloe jiggled the key in the lock until she heard the scraping as the protesting tumblers fell into place. Thank God. The redhead pushed the door in and stepped into their darkened home. A sigh escaped her and she frowned when she realized that Aubrey wasnât even home yet. Chloe closed the door behind her, digging her phone out of her jacket pocket as she did. The door bounced open and she jumped, dropping her bags and whirling to see who or what was behind her.
âBree? Oh my God!â
âOw! ChloeâŠare you okay?â
Chloe quickly pulled her soulmate into their tiny condo and shut the door. âMe?? Iâm not the one that got a door to the face. Are you okay? Iâm so sorry Bree. I didnât realize you were right behind me.â
Aubrey gave her a tired smile and rubbed her nose lightly. âIâm fine Chlo. I should have said something, I was just in my head. Itâs been a long day.â Chloe nodded at that and let her hands slide down Aubreyâs arms to her wrists. She laced their fingers and squeezed. Aubreyâs pale green eyes brightened and she tugged Chloe closer for a kiss. It was sweet and loving and far too short for Chloeâs tastes. âWhy do you smell like Chinese food?â
Chloe giggled and scratched her chest idly again as she pulled Aubrey further into the house. She picked up the dropped bag of containers, grateful it all seemed mostly intact. âI picked up something on the way home. I even brought you some cream cheese rangoons.â It wasnât a lie. After her last pick up came through for Flaming Dragon she decided it would be perfect for dinner. Aubrey took her at face value and nodded with a weary smile. Chloe knew she appreciated the treat even if she was too tired to be excited about it. âCâmon you look beat. Letâs take a shower before we eat and crawl into bed.â She dropped the bags on the counter careful to make sure the contents were okay.
The groan of agreement that Aubrey gave made Chloe tug the blonde toward the master bedroom. âThat sounds heavenly. How was work?â It meant something to Chloe that no matter how long or tough her schedule had been the first thing Aubrey always asked her was how her day had gone. Chloe dropped her keys on the dresser, kicked off her shoes and reached out to pull the still pristinely pressed shirt out of Aubreyâs skirt.
âWork was work.â She smiled at her mate as she undid the buttons of her shirt and slid it over her shoulders. It dropped to the floor and she leaned forward to kiss along the taller womanâs collarbone. âWe finally got all of Mollyâs puppies fostered until adoption.â Her hands trailed over Aubreyâs chest and down her belly loving the soft skin under her fingers. Chloe worked the zipper down the hip of Breeâs skirt and slid it off to land with the discarded shirt. âSomeone brought in a fox kit. Looks like she got hit by a car. Dr. Coyle doesnât think sheâll make it and sheâs not socializing well with the dogs. Poor thing has to be isolated or theyâll pick on her.â
The hurt in Chloeâs voice made Aubrey focus past the feel of warm hands on her body. She gave an understanding frown and pulled Chloe in close for long hug. Those types of cases were the hardest for the redhead and she appreciated Aubreyâs support. âIâm sorry Chlo. That sounds horrible. Is there anything you guys can do?â
Chloe tipped her head in thought as Aubrey moved to pull her scrub top up and off. The action made her smile and she wiggled out of her pants. They took care of each other and it was the thing she loved most about them. âShe needed surgical repair for her back leg. I think sheâll make it but without a family or any bonds sheâs just going to wither through her recovery. Pretty sure she was bred for domestication. She has no social skills whatsoever and⊠â It took Chloe a second to realize that Aubrey had stopped moving, had stopped speaking. Maybe even breathing. âBree?â Nothing. No response. Chloe felt her heart racing and she reached out to her mate. âWhaâŠâ
âWho is Beca?â
Beca? Chloe blinked in confusion then looked to where Aubreyâs gaze seemed frozen. The marks over her heart seemed so foreign now. Before it was just one name and two smudges but nowâŠChloe swallowed as she traced the second name. Her stunned eyes raised to her mate just in time to see a flicker in their jade depths. A flicker that was quickly hidden but Chloe had seen it. And she knew. She knew what Aubrey was doing. âI honestly donât know Aubrey. I swear.â
There was silence then Aubrey pulled Chloe against her body for a long lingering kiss. It was soft and meant to be reassuring but Chloe could feel something deeper in it. âWell, you definitely left an impression on her.â It wasnât cold or mean but it was weighted. Careful. âLetâs just shower and we can try and figure out how to track her down over dinner.â
Chloe didnât argue it as they stripped out of the rest of their clothes and padded to the shower. She wanted to find her second mate. And her third. She wanted them to know Aubrey because she had a sneaking suspicion they would all be fast friends. But Aubrey thought that having more than one mark meant having to lose your mate before you got another. Chloe didnât even know how to argue that with her. It wasnât as if they knew anyone else besides each other with more than one mark. Really they had no reference for what would happen in this situation, and while they had talked about the what ifs of another mark becoming clearer they maybe hadnât talked about it enough. The warm spray of the water was amazing. It soothed the already tense muscles of her shoulders and back. Chlo pulled her mate closer under the water and nosed her way to the crook of Aubreyâs neck. âIâm not giving you up Aubrey. Iâm never going to give you up. You know that right?â
There was a quiet sound above her that she couldnât decipher. It could have been an agreement or just a sound to placate her in the moment. Chloe wasnât sure but she didnât know how else to reassure Aubrey that she wasnât going anywhere. Breeâs arms were warm around her as they held each other, both unsure what to say just then. She sighed softly and picked up the loofah sponge realizing that words were failing her and she needed Aubrey to know so much more than she could even explain. She needed her mate to know she loved her endlessly, that they were a team, that they would always be team Chaubrey. Chloe added the soap and started slowly washing the strains of Aubreyâs day away.
Aubreyâs body relaxed a little more with every touch, turning to let Chloe work the loofah over her shoulders and down her back. When Chloe had gotten Aubreyâs back lathered she leaned into it, choosing to bring the loofah around to Breeâs belly and up over her breasts. Her hands lingered there, fingertips brushing lightly over nipples gone hard from her gentle touches. Chloe smiled against the skin of Aubreyâs neck and pulled back reluctantly. Aubrey turned to rinse and Chloe brought the loofah down to her mateâs wrist to wash the make-up off it. As usual, Aubrey didnât look. She never looked whenever her marks were revealed. Just under Chloeâs name two other smudges stood out darkly. She knew Aubrey had tried to rid herself of the other two. Laser surgery, derm-abrasion, plastic surgeryâŠeverything. She wished Aubrey wouldnât be so ashamed of them but her mate didnât take comfort in the marks the same way that she did. For Aubrey, Chloe was all that was necessary in her heart. Chloe understood why, theyâd been together forever and if she didnât have her other marks she probably wouldnât even know something was missing in her life.
It had all seemed so distant and far away, the thought of having another person to fill her heart seemed like so much fairytale. But now it was suddenly too real and too close. Chloe realized they hadnât been prepared for this. Not really.
âAuâŠâ
âChloâŠâ Aubrey smiled at her and she gave a slight nod to let her mate start. âChloeâŠI love you. I know you love me too. Thatâs not even a question.â There was that flicker of something again in Aubreyâs eyes that broke Chloeâs heart and made her press in closer against Breeâs body as if that would chase away the shadow over them. âI just want you to know that whatever happens next weâll work through it. However we have to. IâŠâ
Aubreyâs words trailed off unspoken as Chloe kissed her with all the love that filled her heart. Bree responded with hesitation and Chloe hated it. She pulled Aubrey closer, lips and teeth nibbling hungrily and she didnât stop until Aubrey really kissed her back. Chloe pulled back and rested their foreheads together. âAubrey I have loved you since the second grade when you punched Bumper Allen for throwing a rock at me and calling me ginger devilâs spawn. And Iâm gonna love you until my last breath. Youâre mine and Iâm yours.â Regardless of anyone else they were destined to love. Chloeâs fingers stroked over the mark on Aubreyâs wrist. âI was here first.â Her smile softened and she raised Aubreyâs hand to the marks on her own chest. âYou were here first, Bree.â
Aubreyâs lip curled a little at the memory and she leaned in and brushed soft lips over the scar on Chloeâs forehead. âThat little dick lick deserved it.â Chloeâs name had been etched on her wrist since they were eight. They were supposed to be together no matter what. It wasnât totally fine, Chloe could see that, but it was better. Aubrey let her body melt into her mateâs, some of the worry and tension in her muscles melting away. âAre you sure you want to be a vet? Youâre a natural debater. You could be an amazing lawyer.â
âNah, my job is way more fun. I get to pet soft kitties all day. Wait. No. That seemsâŠYou know what I mean!â Aubreyâs laugh was music to her ears. Chloeâs smile widened at the tiny snort that escaped in the middle of Breeâs giggle fit. They were going to be okay. She knew it, she just had to convince Aubrey of it too. âI love you Bree.â
Aubrey let her laughter die down but her smile didnât fade. She had Chloe and Chloe had her. They would manage this the way they did everything else. Together. âI love you too Chloe. More than I even know how to say.â
âOh. Well if you donât have the words maybeâŠ.you could show me?â Chloeâs laugh bounced off the tile walls as Aubrey rushed her, pressing them against the cool wall. The Universe or whatever omnipotent being was out there didnât make mistakes, she was sure of it. Just like she was sure everything would work out just the way it was supposed to. She just had to figure out who the heck Beca was. Tomorrow it would drive her nuts, not knowing where she had run into her mystery mate but tonight, with Aubreyâs warm hand between her legs she just couldnât bring herself to worry about it. Tonight they had each other and that was all Chloe needed to be happy.
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Stechlobree. This is just an Idea I had. Donât shoot the messenger.
Beca
Every moldy cheese has a stale cracker. That line is a part of the stories everyone is told from birth. We are all born with a smudge somewhere on our body, and as we get older the smudge becomes clearer and clearer, eventually spelling out a name.
Itâs pretty uncommon to be born with two smudges, but itâs not unheard of. But three? Having three smudges was like finding a diamond growing from a tree. Fucking impossible. But thatâs the situation Mrs. Mitchell found her daughter in. Three smudges in succession down her little girlâs spine. She thought it was a mistake. How could her daughter have three names? Three soulmates? Thatâs ridiculous. So she hid them from her and everyone else. (It wasnât hard really. No one looks at their own back). But it was honestly not intended to be a malicious act. She was just afraid that the universe had gotten it wrong... that there was no way Beca could have three smudges.
Because of this, Beca thought she didn't have a soulmate. There would be no moldy cheese to her incredibly stale cracker. It wasnât a big deal (except maybe she did care. Just a little bit.) Itâs a big part of why she was so closed off. If she had no one that was destined to be with her forever, then why waste time with someone in the first place?Â
So Beca never factored anyone else into her life plan. Her goal was to move to LA and become a producer so she could make her music in peace. Except life has a funny way of making things happen the way they are supposed to.
Itâs literally the fault of @chloes-yellow-cup that I can only see the four of them together now.
From early on, Aubrey Posen was called a freak. She was teased for the completely ridiculous amount of smudges that she had on her wrist, because itâs just not a thing that happens.
It certainly didnât help that her overbearing parents felt the same way. So they decided for her that she just wouldnât focus on a soulmate (or three) and that she would put all of her energy into school, or work, or literally anything else.
And so thatâs exactly what she does. Aubrey works really hard to make up for the disappointment that she caused her parents. And yes, she knows that she had no control over this cruel joke that the universe is playing on her. But somehow, itâs still her fault.
So Aubrey covers her smudges with makeup, because out of sight, out of mind. (Except no, they aren't out of mind because they consume her mind day and night. Who could possibly want her and accept her for all she is, including her many flaws. And for that to not be just one person, but three people? No.) Out of sight, out of mind.
Meeting Chloe changes everything.
Chloe is bubbly and honest and beautiful. Chloe loves every part of Aubrey, even the parts of herself that she hates. Chloe can calm Aubrey down when her nerves twist her stomach up so bad she feels like throwing up. Chloe is everything and more...
But Chloe has three smudges too. Which means that she is meant to share this unconditional love with two other people.
So Aubrey prepares herself. She prepares herself for when Chloe meets her others and sheâll be left alone.
@tiny-maus-boots told me not to let this get in the way of my WIP... I did not listen.Â