A/N THIS is the Storm... (you know who I mean)

"How cheesy is this Chloe?

A frickin' motel in the middle of nowhere – it's like the ultimate frickin' set-up"

"Oh come on Beca – you know I didn't break down on purpose – who'd have known my Triple A cover would have run out?" Chloe grinned sheepishly . "Anyway – it's just one night, Becs. Amy will be here in the morning with her truck. Come on – that Diner looks cute – I'll buy dinner."

Cute? Only Chloe could call call a run-down Diner next to a run-down Motel in the middle of -where the hell where they anyway", Beca thought to herself as she followed the perky redhead.

Well, at least the food was good, better than she'd expected, and as a result she'd expected and they even served beer, so pretty soon she had relaxed her mood and found she was actually having a good time – well, it was hard not to with Chloe.

Leaving the Diner, they couldn't help but notice it was starting to rain – that musty smell of once-dry dust and dirt permeating the air as the droplets began to bounce off the sidewalk. Lubricated with more than a couple of beers, the girls giggled as they sprinted –well as best as they could - across the parking lot to their room with Beca's jacket held over their heads.

The room was a twin, obviously, with two very basic beds separated by a shared nightstand between the two.

They took it in turns using the bathroom to clean up, Beca being more than a little grateful at Chloe's Girl Scout training and having a toothbrush in her purse.

Showering could wait until the morning. She was tired. They both were.

Beca's eyes shot open with the Crack of thunder. She was puzzled. Thunder didn't squeal.

Her bed creaked as it dipped and her brain connected the strange noise. Of course, Chloe didn't like the thunder – that was the redhead's cry of terror. She smiled to herself as she felt Chloe's arms drape around her naked torso and then remembered they didn't have any sleep clothes with them. They were both naked apart from their underwear. Neither girl could sleep in a bra and Beca's eyes widened as wordlessly the redhead's breasts squashed against her back and her arms clasped around Beca's own.

The rain pounded the windows and lightening lit up the room as another thunderclap rattled above them, causing Chloe to jump. She knew what she had to do, what she always did. But they were usually less…less naked than this…

She rolled over and Chloe rolled with her, facing away.

Beca pulled the redhead close, her own breasts smashing against the other girl's back, her arm pulled around the older girl's body just under the swell of her breasts. She settled her chin on Chloe's shoulder, breathing softly, reassuringly in her ear.

Chloe's breathing calmed and Beca smiled, knowing that just this gentle contact was enough to calm the redhead down and send her back to sleep. Except Chloe wasn't going to sleep. She felt her Bellas co-captain gently move her hips back into her center and her hand upon Beca's. She felt Chloe lift her hand up and put it on her own breasts. She felt Chloe's nipples harden and instantly her own reacted, even pressed hard into the redhead's back.

Chloe moved Beca's hand against her breasts and her hips started to slowly gyrate against the brunette as Beca lifted her smooth bare leg and pushed her pantie-clad groin wordlessly against the redhead's hips. Her foot grazed against Chloes smooth calf and rubbed her leg as Chloe's hand moved Beca's hand down across her taut stomach.

In the dark, Beca licked her lips as she felt herself dampening. Chloe had to feel that.

She had to, especially with her ass now pushing hard against the brunette, so much that she could feel the tight bundle of nerves getting much needed friction against the fabric of her underwear.

Chloe's hand stopped as Beca's reached the fabric of her underwear. But Beca's didn't .

She moved her hand slowly over the damp lace. God, Chloe was wetter than she was!

Chloe moaned as Beca's fingers traced the redhead's folds though her underwear and found her clit.

Chloe gasped out loud as Beca softly kissed her neck and moved her hand to slip inside the redhead's underwear. She was even wetter here, and Chloe spread her legs as the brunette's fingers slipped easily through her click folds, bending a finger and entering her with delicious ease.

"Oh Chloe, I'll make you forget the storm baby."

"Storm? What storm?'…

(I said I wouldn't tease, but hey, it's me...)