Fic: Touch Me
Title: Touch Me
Fandom: Pitch Perfect
Characters: Beca/Chloe
Word Count: 542
Summary: Chloe loves a good lady jam
Rating: T
Disclaimer: These characters sadly don’t belong to me. No copyright infringement intended.
Author’s Note: The plot bunnies found me at work and held me hostage until I wrote this. The song is Touch Me (Groffy Mix) by Cass Fox with Finger Eleven.
She’s got a new lady-jam. Titanium is still high on the list, but it’s not her go to song anymore. Nope, her new jam is... edgier. One might even say alternative. A fact which makes perfect sense considering she first heard it coming from HER computer. They’d been spending a very rare rehearsal free afternoon together, just relaxing in Beca’s room with her music on shuffle. It had turned out that they had a lot more in common musically than just David Guetta. But this particular track had been unfamiliar and had captured her attention. She’d surreptitiously downloaded it to her phone right away so she could... revisit it later.
She was only half surprised when her fantasy shifted along with the new song. Where there used to be muscles and cockiness, suddenly there were curves and quiet confidence. Maybe it wasn’t quite the simple little girl crush she’d thought.... Those small, agile hands that she’d noticed fleetingly when Beca had shown her how the turntables worked now featured prominently in her inner-most fantasies. And maybe seeing her throw that punch at Regionals had turned her thoughts even edgier. Maybe.
She didn’t even consciously realize that she was singing as she enjoyed some lady time in the shower. She just heard the Cass Fox vocals in her head and felt that aggressive rock beat pulsing through her blood. The fact that she was singing along was just sort of inevitable.
Beca would recognize that bright, clear soprano voice anywhere. She smirked to herself at the role reversal until her mind finally registered the song, and then the exact mashup. A brief memory of the redhead fiddling with her phone during this song occurred to her. As her brain connected the dots she raise an eyebrow and then ultimately shook her head with a silent laugh. She chose a shower stall at the other end of the room and stepped into the steaming hot water. She was doing her best to ignore her friend, but it didn’t quite escape her notice when Chloe’s voice broke uncharacteristically and then trailed off mid-song. And the stellar acoustics of the tiled room mean she couldn’t possibly miss what happened next. It was quiet, but Beca distinctly heard her own name in the form of a breathy moan.
Shocked, but more than slightly intrigued, Beca was now hyper-focused on the sounds at the other end of the room. The redhead was back to singing quietly, this time using her lower register to growl out the rock lyrics. That growly quality to her voice was doing interesting things to Beca. She very hastily finished her own shower and edged quietly toward Chloe’s stall. For once in her life she didn’t bother to analyze the situation or consider her motivations, although the irony of their current situation was not lost on her. She was just too fully attuned to the song to care. She whipped open the shower curtain at precisely the same moment as she chimed in with an alto harmony. Her startled friend had turned around and they locked eyes as Beca took the lead. With her best look of invitation she dropped her towel and sang, “Or your place or my place?”