Drabbletag - Movie
Title: Time Of My Life
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Movie
Fandom: Pitch Perfect
Pairing: Beca/Chloe
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 245
Beca’s gotten better at watching movies. Okay, so she doesn’t always make it to the end. But the difference is that now she tries. Even when the film is silly and predictable, she shuts off her brain and lets herself get swept away.
Right up until Chloe inevitably distracts her.
Today’s movie is Dirty Dancing, which Chloe had announced to be one of her favourites. Except she isn’t watching it, too busy sucking pink marks onto Beca’s neck, fingers nimbly unbuttoning Beca’s shirt.
The movie’s actually good, and its soundtrack is already spinning in Beca’s mind. But concentrating is basically impossible, because Chloe’s squirming across her lap, obscuring her view of the screen.
“Hey, you were the one insisting I watch this,” she points out as Chloe drags her t-shirt up over her head.
“What can I say?” Chloe grins in reply, tossing the t-shirt aside. “Patrick Swayze’s hips make me horny.”
“Everything makes you horny,” Beca says with a roll of her eyes, but she’s already shrugging her shirt off her shoulders.
“Being with you makes me horny,” Chloe counters, dropping her bra off the side of the bed.
Beca smirks, lets her gaze drag over Chloe’s naked chest, nice and slow and appreciative.
Chloe tosses her hair, preening with a cheeky smile, and begins to sing, “Hungry eyeeeees…”
Beca groans out a laugh and kicks the laptop shut. The movie can wait - first she has better uses to put Chloe’s mouth to.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Movie
Fandom: Pitch Perfect
Pairing: Beca/Chloe
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 245
Beca’s gotten better at watching movies. Okay, so she doesn’t always make it to the end. But the difference is that now she tries. Even when the film is silly and predictable, she shuts off her brain and lets herself get swept away.
Right up until Chloe inevitably distracts her.
Today’s movie is Dirty Dancing, which Chloe had announced to be one of her favourites. Except she isn’t watching it, too busy sucking pink marks onto Beca’s neck, fingers nimbly unbuttoning Beca’s shirt.
The movie’s actually good, and its soundtrack is already spinning in Beca’s mind. But concentrating is basically impossible, because Chloe’s squirming across her lap, obscuring her view of the screen.
“Hey, you were the one insisting I watch this,” she points out as Chloe drags her t-shirt up over her head.
“What can I say?” Chloe grins in reply, tossing the t-shirt aside. “Patrick Swayze’s hips make me horny.”
“Everything makes you horny,” Beca says with a roll of her eyes, but she’s already shrugging her shirt off her shoulders.
“Being with you makes me horny,” Chloe counters, dropping her bra off the side of the bed.
Beca smirks, lets her gaze drag over Chloe’s naked chest, nice and slow and appreciative.
Chloe tosses her hair, preening with a cheeky smile, and begins to sing, “Hungry eyeeeees…”
Beca groans out a laugh and kicks the laptop shut. The movie can wait - first she has better uses to put Chloe’s mouth to.