12 — from tiff
12. "Sometimes, I don't know why I put up with you."
Beca has only been sitting down for five minutes when Chloe finds her again.
“Becaaa.”
Beca’s head falls back against the couch with a groan as Chloe appears from the crowd, bouncing to a stop in front of her. “What do you want, Chloe?”
Chloe grins and sways on her feet a little, the alcohol in her system making her about as steady as bamboo swaying in the wind. “Dance with me,” she says, reaching down to tug at Beca’s hands in an attempt to pull her up from the couch. Luckily, Beca has had decidedly less to drink this evening and is able to keep herself firmly rooted in place.
“We’ve been dancing all night,” Beca says, lifting a tired foot off the floor. “I need, like, five more minutes to recover, and then I’ll get back out there.” She tugs at Chloe’s hands when she starts to pout. “Why don’t you go dance with someone else while you wait for me? Stacie’s probably around here somewhere… unless she’s already left with someone for the night.” Beca pauses and thinks. “On second thought, maybe you’d have better luck finding Amy.”
“But I want to dance with you,” Chloe insists, pout deepening. She locks onto Beca with those big blue eyes of hers. “Please?”
It takes all Beca has in her to stand her ground. “Five minutes,” she says firmly.
Chloe seems to have an internal debate with herself for a minute before she huffs and slumps her shoulders. “Fine, five minutes.” Then she proceeds to settle herself right on Beca’s lap. And although Beca is taken a little off guard, she simply chuckles and puts a hand on Chloe’s back to steady her.
“You sure you don’t want to dance with someone else for a little bit?” Beca asks, amused.
Chloe buries her head in Beca’s neck, inhaling deeply. Beca shivers. “No, I just want to be with you,” Chloe murmurs.
Beca smiles a little and feels something like fierce fondness for the girl invading her personal space. “Sometimes, I don’t know why I put up with you,” she says, contradicting her words by wrapping a hand around Chloe’s knee and pulling her just a bit closer.
Chloe’s head comes up so that Chloe can give Beca a smile that verges on flirty. “Because you love me,” she says, not a trace of doubt in her voice.
Beca hums thoughtfully. “Jury’s still out on that one, I think,” she says with faux sincerity.
That only makes Chloe grin wider before she’s off Beca’s lap and successfully pulling her off the couch this time, leading her back to the dance floor. Beca shakes her head and allows it, simply because she knows she’s helpless to deny Chloe of anything that she wants.
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