Pitch Perfect - Beca's dreams
Fandom: Pitch Perfect
Pairing: Beca/Chloe
Rating: PG
Length: ± 300
Disclaimer: nothing is mine.
A.N. English is not my first language. Thanks to slacker_d, for the help!
Companion to http://kiarcheo.livejournal.com/16738.html#cutid1 because someone asked about Beca's dreams.
Beca and Chloe were singing in the shower when Tom appeared and moved to grab Chloe’s arm.
“Don’t.”
Beca snatched Chloe back, holding her tight against her chest. “Mine,” she growled. “No one touches what’s mine.”
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“Flying monkeys,” Beca muttered to herself, as she watched the animals with the Treble Tones faces flying around flying around her faster and faster. They were governed by a green faced Aubrey, who directed them with ample movements of her arms.
On the other side of the room was Chloe. Beca focused on her.
“Stupid toad,” she mumbled before launching herself through the monkeys’ barrier. “Won’t stop me.”
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“Pink.” Beca grimaced at the dress standing on the dummy in the middle of the room. That dress was hideous, she was sure that wearing that thing she would resemble a big meringue. She licked her lips at the thought of the sweet. “Meringue.”
Then her sweet morphed into pink-meringued-Chloe. Beca hummed. “Looks good enough to eat.” She advanced towards her prey. “Can I eat you Chloe?”
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Chloe was once again in her pink princess dress. Beca was defending her against jocks-like animals. “Shoo.” She waved her sword around. “Mine.” She warded off the attacks, pushing back everyone who dared to come closer to her princess.
Then she heard a yell, and turning around she saw Chloe being dragged away by tiny man in blue overalls and a red shirt. They fought and at the end she hugged her princess tightly, glaring at the man lying on the floor. “Not a fucking plumber.”
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“I like you,” Beca confessed, staring lovingly into Chloe’s eyes as they were dining into a cozy little French restaurant.
“Are you joking?” Chloe frowned.
“Nope,” Beca smiled at her goofily.
“Is this a prank? Or an experiment thing? Because if you say this to me and then you’re going to go back to Jesse, I don’t know-“
“Of course not!” Beca stopped Chloe’s rant, genuinely hurt by Chloe’s words.
Chloe realized her mistake and took Beca’s hand in her own.
“Did Bree tell you that I like you?” the redhead asked shyly.
“Brie like the cheese.” Beca joked.
“You’re cheesy.” Chloe shook her head, smiling at the DJ.
Beca pouted and crossed her arms against her chest. “Badass.”