Hai hai! So, this chapter has been partially written for an embarrassingly long period of time, so without further ado here's a bit of smut for you all. This obviously means the rating has now changed, so for those of you who aren't too comfortable with that, now would be the time to disengage!

Thanks lovely people!

~Danika

"We're watching it." Chloe states adamantly.

"But babe, I already bought the book." Beca whines, trudging into the living room.

"And have you read any of it?"

"Maybe I have, maybe I haven't. Totally not the point."

"Come on Beca, it's a movie, not root canal."

"I'd pick the dentist over this, any day." Beca mutters to herself.

"Oh my god, could you stop being such a baby? Just sit."

Beca huffs and slumps down onto the couch, arms folded to her chest in disapproval. The brunette stubbornly tries to keep the stupid smile from overtaking her pout as Chloe snuggles closer into her side. She rolls her eyes in defeat as the opening scenes from What to Expect When You're Expecting invade the television screen.

xxx

"Worst. Movie. Ever." Beca sing-songs as the credits roll, stretching her body up the length of the couch.

"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad."

"It was. It was definitely that bad."

"You're totally biased! You hate movies."

"I don't hate movies. I have a strong disliking toward movies. And that one made no sense! It had absolutely nothing to do with the book!"

"The book you haven't even read."

"I have too!" the exclamation earns a softened expression from Chloe. "What..? You're giving me mushy-eyes."

"You read the book!" Chloe beams, climbing on top of the smaller woman.

"I did." Chloe sweetly presses her lips to Beca's. "And that horrendous movie was in no way, at all relevant to it." Chloe rolls her eyes at the brunette and makes a move to shift off of her. "The sub-sub-sub-subplot about the food-truckers was probably my favourite part, and they didn't even end up having a damn kid!"

"I still say she looked like you. You could totally be a movie star if the whole music thing doesn't work out for you."

"Hmmm, compliment or insult? Who can tell?"

"Definitely compliment." Chloe whispers.

"Well you know what they say, flattery will get you everywhere." Beca growls, pulling Chloe back on top of her, kissing her hard.

"Even if you did have to sit through a lousy movie." Chloe pins her wife's hips into the couch with an exaggerated roll of her own, earning a sigh from the woman beneath her.

"You admit it was lousy. But I guess you're a pretty decent consolation prize. We should do all movies like this."

"You guess? Ouch." Chloe feigns hurt. "I may just retract this offering." She teases as she makes her way to get up off the couch.

Beca's legs tangle up around Chloe's hips, preventing her from moving. "You're not going anywhere."

XXX

As it turns out, Chloe had tuned into a new lease of energy not too long after entering into her second trimester. While things were heating up at work for Beca, the label signing one big name after the other, it seemed that Chloe was being overwhelmed by a different sort of heat. One that was growing increasingly more difficult to keep control over.

As she enters their house that evening, Beca is met with the surprise of her lips being ferociously attacked and body aggressively slammed back against the door by a very needy Chloe. The redhead wastes no time biting the bottom lip of her companion, drawing a sigh from both women as the sudden need between the pair rises.

"Well hello." Beca pants as she breaks away, out of breath.

"Hmm. I've been needing that all day." Chloe breathes huskily, busying her hands under Beca's shirt, fingers caressing desperately at the skin of her stomach.

"I have to say, I could get used to greetings like this."

"I missed you. A lot." Chloe admits, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Lil' freckle's got my hormones all out of whack today." Chloe says in between the light kisses she sucks into Beca's neck. "…Driving me crazy."

"Mmm… Crazy" Beca sighs. "I think I like crazy."

"No like, it's ridiculous. I couldn't even sharpen pencils properly without my mind going to incredibly inappropriate places. I had to excuse myself for air on more than one occasion."

"Sharpening pencils? Really? Couldn't it have been something like, I dunno…? Showering? Or even just something a little less phallic."

"I can't help it!" Chloe whines, burying her face into her wife's collar. "I'm practically dying in my skin over here. And you just wait till I go all bad teacher on your ass. Your mind will totally be blown."

"Hmmm… I dunno… I'm still a pretty big fan of you just being naked in general." Beca sweeps her eyes hungrily up and down her wife's body, cocking a suggestive eyebrow.

"You just like imagining me in the shower, you perv."

"Excuse me, don't even get me started on showers and perving. I will win, Miss 'you were singing Titanium, right?'" Beca mocks.

"I'm never going to live that down, am I?"

"Not as long as you're married to me.

"So where can I file for divorce papers."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh my god. Can you just shut up and kiss me."

"Whoa, how about a please."

Chloe rolls her eyes. "Please."

Beca crashes her lips to the redhead's mouth with a smirk, demanding entrance with one swift swipe of her tongue. Fumbling with the buttons of Chloe's cardigan, Beca nearly rips the button down shirt underneath it in her haste to eliminate the barriers. Chloe plants impatient kisses to Beca's collarbone, clumsily struggling with the zipper on the smaller woman's jeans. Feeling Chloe's fingers invade her underwear, arousal quickly fogs Beca's mind as she throws her head against the heavy door. Chloe makes quick work of her fingers, pressing and circling ever so enticingly in the way that she knows will have Beca screaming.

Nerve endings are set alight and Beca feels her eyes roll back in their sockets. The groans escaping her throat are muffled by Chloe's desperate lips locking onto her own. The redhead brings her mouth to her lover's ear and traces the outer shell with her tongue. Beca is very quickly sent soaring to her peak as Chloe presses harder on her most sensitive bud, simultaneously biting the flesh of her earlobe. The intensity has Beca gasping for air.

Beca hears Chloe let out an exasperated sigh, an obvious indicator that her desire is fizzing out of control. Suddenly fuelled, Beca needs to hear more. She needs to taste. To press. To rub. To bite. In one surprising movement, the brunette flips their positions so that an alarmed Chloe is now the filling between a Beca and door sandwich. Beca wastes no time in cupping the red head through her trousers, running her fingers up the inner seam and pressing against the particularly sensitive spot there. Chloe's moan of approval buzzes through Beca's eardrums.

She removes the already undone shirt and cardigan from Chloe's torso, reaching around to unclasp the bra that Chloe seems to be nearly spilling out of. She sucks on the skin on her shoulder from where the straps have just fallen and can't help but admire the view. Even though she gets to see this sight every morning getting dressed, the look in Chloe's eyes paired with a tizzy of hair now falling around in a flurry of red is enough to stun the smaller woman to a halt. Licking her dry lips, Beca swoops her mouth to claim the lips of the woman in front of her. She feels the vibration of Chloe's needy moan hummed into her.

Beca presses her thigh up against Chloe's centre, effectively making her bury her head in the shorter woman's shoulder. Beca takes the opportunity to sweep Chloe's hair away and suck at the exposed and vulnerable skin of her neck, sinking teeth into the flesh just above her collarbone. The brunette takes one ample breast into her hand, swiping her thumb teasingly over the sensitive nipple. She hears every miniscule tremble in the sigh that Chloe breathes into her ear; the need, the ache, the frustration, all in one sound. Beca cradles the back of Chloe's head, bringing her lips up to meet her own in a passionate exchange. She nips a trail of kisses down Chloe's jawline, tonguing ever so slightly as she continues the trail down the long column of her neck. She leaves the slightest sting beneath her as she teethes the skin of Chloe's shoulder before making her way further down the body before her.

A pert nipple is drawn between hungry lips, Beca raking her tongue expertly over the straining nub. The throaty groan of approval hitches in Chloe's chest as she grips Beca's head hard; her desire being pressed into the scalp with desperate fingernails.

"Geez babe, sensitive much?" Beca breathes into the skin of Chloe's chest, feeling the sting of her hair being forcefully pulled by impatient fingers.

"Bec, I need you so much right now." Chloe whines. "Like, so much I can't even think of anything else."

"I think I can definitely solve that problem."

"You'd better." Chloe growls.

Dropping to her knees, Beca forcefully tugs Chloe's trousers down to her ankles in one swift movement. She places open mouthed kisses over the small swell at her abdomen, smiling to herself ever so briefly. She teasingly draws the underwear down off Chloe's hips and they join the trousers in a heap on the Afloor. Running her palms up the front of smooth thighs, Beca blows teasing breath against the sensitive skin in front of her. She hears Chloe release a breathy sigh as she ghosts her fingers up the inside of one thigh. Beca lifts one leg and throws it over her shoulder for better access. She teasingly brings the tips of her fingers to the heat between Chloe's legs, swiping them through the hot moisture.

"Dammit Beca, I need-" a strangled moan escapes her. "Ugh, I need-!"

"You need what?"

"I need you to fuck me!" she squeals.

Needing no further invitation, Beca plunges two fingers mercilessly into the redhead and Chloe lets out a loud cry. Feeling the wetness coat her fingers, Beca can tell this is going to be unusually quick.

"Ugh yes!" Chloe screams. "Harder!" she slams her head against the door, gripping onto the coat hooks on either side of her head.

Beca hooks her fingers deeper into the other woman, bringing her mouth to latch onto her clit. She swirls her tongue aggressively over the sensitive bundle, feeling Chloe's body work harder against her mouth. The pitch of Chloe's voice rises to its limit as she squeals at the contact. Beca continues her onslaught of Chloe's senses, adding a third finger into the other woman. She feels the redhead trembling, the coils of pleasure being wound tighter and tighter inside of her. Fingers weave through Beca's hair and Chloe grips the brunette strands as she goes out of her mind.

Chloe's legs tremble, giving way as her orgasm finally rips through her. A piercing scream combined with a breathy squeal and a large amount of expletives leave the woman's mouth as her body collapses. Beca awkwardly catches her weight and holds the panting figure in her arms as she slides down the door into a pile of limbs

"Oh. My. God..." Chloe pants, still catching her breath. "That was insane."

"You're telling me." Beca breathes as she soothingly caresses the top of Chloe's thigh.

"Don't do that." Chloe inhales deeply, still letting the oxygen catch up to her lungs.

"What?"

"That." Chloe states again, grasping Beca's forearm to cease her actions on her leg.

"Um, why not?" Beca chuckles.

Chloe bites her lip and looks at Beca through hazy eyes "It's making me want you all over again."

"Again? After that?"

Chloe rakes her eyes dangerously over Beca. "Bedroom. Now." She practically pants.

A cheeky smirk finds it's way to Beca's lips. This was going to be a very good night.