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Beca is on her way to the radio station to work her shift for the night. She digs through her bag to find the keys, but unfortunately couldn't find it.
She buried her face in her palms, realizing she left it in the rehearsal room which was blocks away.
"Damn it.."
She murmered, shaking her head and dropping her hands to her sides.
"Looking for something?"
A voice came from behind her.
Beca spun around.
Her gaze lands on Aubrey who was holding up the keys.
"I found it on one of the chairs while I was cleaning up."
She tosses them to Beca who caught it effortlessly.
"Be more responsible with your things, Mitchell."
Beca lets out a sigh of relief, her eyes darting up.
"Thanks Aubrey, and I promise to next time."
Aubrey responds with a nod before turning around to leave, but before she could-
"Wait!"
Beca calls out.
The older woman stops in her tracks and spun back.
"Yeah?"
"Since you just saved my lazy ass, do you wanna come in and pick out a CD?"
She offers, dangling the keys with her fingers.
Aubrey slightly tilts her head, thinking about whether she should or just walk off.
She lets out a sigh.
"Why not, I have nothing to do tonight anyway and a free CD wouldn't be bad-"
"It is free right?"
Beca chuckles.
"Yeah, it is."
She unlocks the door and steps inside.
Aubrey follows behind, her gaze lingering on Beca's fingers for a brief second before shaking her head and glancing somewhere else.
Beca switches on the light with the flick of her finger.
The room displays shelves, a couch pushed back on the wall aside and a desk.
CDs and vinyls were scattered on the table, and a few crates full of them that were disorganized.
The lighting was dim but somewhat cozy and minimalist.
Aubrey scans the room with interest, her eyes landing on a specific box.
She sets her handbag down on the couch before walking up to the desk.
Beca notices Aubrey's captivated stare and moves towards her.
"Found something already?"
She asked, glancing at Aubrey's fingers that were rummaging through the small crate.
"Yeah."
She holds up a 'Mamma Mia' CD.
"That's a classic, don't you wanna look around first?"
Beca replies, leaning her hip against the desk.
Aubrey scoffs, letting out a short laugh.
"Oh please, this is an absolute masterpiece. One of my favorite musicals ever since it came out."
"I guess."
Beca chuckles lightly.
The older woman glances at the crates that were disarranged, before turning back to Beca.
"Do you need help with those?"
She tilts her head towards the clutter on the desk.
Beca's eyes narrowed, who knew Aubrey Posen- known to be a controlling freak willingly wants to help.
"I'm not gonna stand here all night and wait for your answer Beca."
She says with slight impatience in her voice.
"As long as it doesn't bother you."
Beca replies with a smug smirk on her face, before facing the desk and grabbing a crate.
"They're arranged alphabetically and by date."
She hands over the container.
"If you manage to finish one box without complaining, i'll let you take another CD."
Aubrey raises a brow, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"I do like a challenge."
She pulls the crate closer as she began to take out the CDs first.
Beca grabs one herself, then they begin arranging the clutter.
>>>
An hour passes by, and Aubrey looked like she was about to flip.
Her hands were sore and her eyes were already fighting to stay open.
But she was only halfway done, and her stubborn self wouldn't surrender.
Beca already noticed when they were only 15 minutes in, but she wanted to see how Aubrey would go until she gave up.
It was supposedly for her entertainment.
>>>
Ten minutes pass,
then another ten.
And Aubrey finally speaks up.
"Alright, I give up."
She tosses the CD she was holding on the desk, dropping on the couch with a soft thud.
Beca lets out a chuckle.
She sits down beside her, their shoulders nearly touching.
The older woman turns to look at Beca, resting her elbow on the cushion.
"How do you not get tired? This was absolutely one of the worst case i've ever been in."
"It's not that bad."
"Tell that to my hand."
They both pause before breaking into laughter
Aubrey's gaze lingers on Beca's lips for a moment, before she shook her head lightly and turning away.
The brunette immediately caught her glance, a small smirk playing on her lips.
"Is there something wrong?"
She blurts out.
Aubrey turns back around and raises a brow, trying to maintain her usual confidence.
"No, what would make you think that."
"Well I don't know, maybe the sudden change of your expression?"
The older woman gives a blunt scoff.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Dude!"
Beca chuckles.
"Come on, tell me."
She scoots closer, her hand unintentionally brushing against Aubrey's thigh.
The contact sends shivers through her, a soft flush creeping across her face.
"Aubrey?"
A pause
The older woman clears her throat.
"Sorry, I was just thinking about something."
Beca gives a skeptical look.
Aubrey silently scolds herself, mumbling something.
The younger woman scoffs, already fed up with Aubrey's opposition.
"Posen what the hell is going on-"
She gets cut off by Aubrey's lips pressing against hers.
The kiss was sudden, but Beca didn't back away.
Instead, she closes the distance between them.
She straddles her lap, her arms instinctively wrapping loosely around her neck.
Aubrey pulls back, her lips slightly swollen.
Her breathing was uneven, trying to catch her breath.
"Care to elaborate what that was for?"
She pauses, looking at Beca who was breathless as well.
"I'm sorry- that wasn't appropriate of me."
Her voice was hoarse.
A silence lingers in the air.
Beca runs her tongue against her cheek.
She glances down at Aubrey, the woman still processing what she just did.
"Do you wanna stop?"
She blurts out, catching the attention of Aubrey.
"I- don't know.."
Beca slightly tilts her head, noticing the hesitation in the woman's face.
She sighs, leaning in closer.
"Aubrey."
"What?"
She glances up at Beca.
A pause.
The brunette presses a kiss to her lips, catching the woman off guard.
Neither pulled back.
Aubrey gives in and lightly pulls Beca closer by her waist.
Her tongue enters the younger woman's mouth, making her whimper.
Beca grips onto Aubrey's shoulder to steady herself.
They eventually pull away, panting heavily.
"I'll take that as a sign to continue."
Beca mumbles out, before getting off her lap and sitting beside her.
"Don't get cocky Mitchell."
Aubrey straddles Beca's lap.
"I wouldn't bother."
She kisses the woman's neck, her fingers exploring her body.
Aubrey takes off her shirt. tossing it aside before tangling her finger in Beca's hair and pulling her closer.
The brunette tugs at the woman's waistband.
She takes it as a sign and strips off her pants.
Her breath hitches seeing Aubrey practically naked.
"You really don't skip cardio."
She plants a kiss on her neck.
Aubrey lets out a chuckle, adjusting her position.
"I'm glad you can tell."
Beca slides her hand down the woman's body, making her gasp.
Her fingers stop at Aubrey's already damp underwear.
"Aubrey, I want you to know this is definitely gonna change things between us."
The woman pauses.
"Well, I don't think we could back now can we?"
"Are you sure about this?"
Beca gives a skeptical look, like she's hesitating.
A pause
She gently strokes the brunette's hair, a small smile crossing her face.
"I'm sure."
Beca nods, pushing Aubrey's undergarment aside.
She teases her entrance, making the woman gasp.
"Oh fuck-"
Her breath hitches, digging her fingernails into Beca's shoulder which left a mark.
>>>
Somehow, they reached the booth on their 3rd round.
Beca pushes the CDs aside making a clutter.
Aubrey perches herself on the edge of the desk.
Her hair is already a mess, lipstick was smuged on her lips and she was unbelievably wet which made Beca hot.
The older woman slightly spreads her legs, inviting her closer.
Beca lets out a bitter chuckle.
She easily slides in two fingers, curling them upward.
Aubrey lets out a moan, louder this time.
Her hands land on the edge of the desk, gripping it firmly.
"Fuck, oh my god.."
Beca fastens the pace of her fingers, deliberately doing zigzag patterns which made the older woman gasp.
"You're trying to kill me Mitchell."
Her breath hitches, gripping harder on the desk.
"Figuratively."
She replies.
Aubrey rolls her eyes at her response which made Beca chuckle.
"Keep doing that-"
She bites her lips, before gripping on Beca's wrist.
But it wasn't to stop her,
it was to push her fingers deeper.
Aubrey whimpers, a ridiculously loud moan escaping her lips.
Beca's eyes narrowed, a smirk crossing her face.
The woman lets out a strangled cry, her body tensing up.
She clenches around the woman's fingers.
Another moan,
then another-
"Fuck, Beca- Oh i'm so close.."
She lets go of the edge of the desk, her hand moving to grip Beca's shoulder.
After a few more thrusts, she lets out a moan.
She rides out her orgasm, trying to ease the slight pain.
Despite it feeling good, she hasn't been touched like this in a long time.
Her body was still processing the aftershocks.
She collapses against Beca, her grip on her shoulder loosening.
"That was... incredible."
She muttered.
Beca lets out a satisfied chuckle and pulls out her fingers, making the woman gasp.
"Are you alright?"
She asks, wiping her fingers on the side of her shirt.
"I doubt you should be asking that after making me orgasm twice."
A small laugh manages to escape her lips.
"Good point."
Beca glances at Aubrey, her expression softening.
Silence lingers in the air for a brief moment.
"Beca."
Aubrey turns her head to look at her.
"Hm?"
A pause.
"How would you react if-"
Another pause.
"If I told you I want us to be more than friends."
Silence
Those words hung in the air.
Beca was still processing what she just said, and when she does,
she glances at Aubrey.
A smile appears on her face.
"That wouldn't be so bad."
She leans closer, planting a soft kiss on her cheek.
Aubrey's face lightens up,
"You're irresistable."
She says with a light chuckle.