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Beca knew what Chloe would be wearing. She’d been with her when she bought it, wine drunk and slaphappy. She’d helped her pick it out from dozens of options they tried on together.
That said, nothing could have prepared her for seeing Chloe in the dress she’d chosen for what began as a ruse of a wedding that was now very, very real.
“Chlo, you’re—” her voice caught and she covered her mouth to muffle the sob that was threatening to escape. Chloe’s dress was so, so perfect. It was the color of sage (Chloe had insisted on following their chosen color scheme), spaghetti-strapped, cinched at her waist and flowy at her knees. Her red curls were styled up, though several wild tendrils escaped to frame her face. And she was barefoot. Beca couldn’t even finish her sentence so she just nodded.
“You, too,” Chloe replied with a watery laugh.
Beca’s dress was white and gray, a sleeveless wrap-style long enough to touch her toes. She hadn’t known what to do with her hair; the humidity had made it impossible so she’d surrendered and simply clipped the sides back. When she’d arrived at the ceremony grounds, Aubrey had taken her aside and slipped a white hibiscus blossom into one of her clips.
All she wanted to do was rush across the empty space between them and kiss Chloe but she knew she could wait. She could wait until they got to the altar where she would take Chloe’s hand and slip the pale blue pearl onto her finger one last time while she recited the vows she’d written that morning.
It had been as effortless as it was freeing to write them.
“They’re going to expect us to kiss,” Chloe whispered behind the backs of their fathers as the ceremony began.
Beca smiled at her. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”
“Wait—Chloe,” Beca said with a groan as she helplessly tilted her head to accommodate the way Chloe’s mouth was attacking her neck. It felt amazing. She felt amazing. Chloe’s hand felt amazing between Beca’s legs where it had been for an hour. Chloe was amazing. “I need—I just need to catch my breath for, like, five minutes, okay?”
Chloe’s laugh vibrated against her throat and with a final nip, Chloe backed off and settled next to her.
Honeymoons were fucking awesome.
“Sorry,” Chloe said with another, lighter kiss, this time to her cheek. “Can’t help it.”
“Seriously, do not apologize.”
It made Chloe giggle again so Beca pinched her side.
“I’ve been so—” Beca paused, trying to figure out what word to use, “wound up all week. Trust me; I’m not finished with you yet.”
She felt Chloe’s fingers walking up her stomach until they were tapping lightly on her sternum. “Is that your way of telling me you’ve been horny this entire trip? Because you can just say you’re horny.”
Hearing it made Beca blush and she rolled her eyes because, honestly, they were married and talking about sex with Chloe should not make her blush anymore. Not after the evening they’ve shared so far. “Okay, yeah. Horny.”
Chloe wiggled higher next to her until her lips were touching her ear and Beca couldn’t help but smile. “Tell you a secret?”
“Please do.”
“I saw you touching yourself in the shower the day you slipped.”
A different kind of heat flooded Beca, this time of complete embarrassment and she tried to sit up but Chloe was too quick and pinned her down. She hid behind her hands instead. “Oh, my God.”
“I didn’t see anything if that makes you feel better,” Chloe said with a sigh that sounded a little exasperated by Beca’s shyness. “I got up to use the bathroom and saw you leaning against the wall and I could see it on your face. It was really sexy,” she added in a hushed voice.
Beca was about to refute Chloe’s claims until she relived the series events in her mind. “Wait.” She dropped her hands from her face. If Chloe saw her, that had to have been before Beca had seen her which meant… “Did you go back to bed so you could touch yourself after you saw me doing it?” She sat up and Chloe let her that time. “Oh, my God, did you get turned on watching me?!” She was thrilled. She was bowled over. She was on Cloud Nine.
“Wait, you could see…?” It was Chloe’s turn to blush and look shocked.
“I didn’t see everything if that makes you feel better,” Beca teased. “Mostly, I just saw…” She bit her lip and reached for Chloe to slip her fingers between her thighs. Chloe moaned as her legs slid restlessly against the sheets at her sudden caress and Beca nodded down at her. “Yeah, mostly I just saw that.”
She didn’t ease her touching; the way Chloe’s eyelashes were fluttering told her she wouldn’t be happy if Beca stopped and having learned tonight—just tonight, she could still measure it in minutes—of the way Chloe’s body responded to her, she grew bolder.
“So I guess that means I should tell you a secret, too,” she continued.
“What is it?” Chloe said with a sigh as her back arched a little at a firm press of Beca’s fingers.
“I touched myself again watching you.”
Chloe groaned and her entire body rolled. “You did?”
“Yeah, I didn’t slip. I was coming and forgot to not lean on the door and I fell through it.”
Chloe laughed and her hand moved to touch Beca’s back. “Oh, no!”
“Oh, yeah,” Beca said as she started moving down the bed, keeping her pace on Chloe nice and steady. “You were asking if I was okay and I was literally having an orgasm.” She pressed her lips to the curve of Chloe’s breast. “On the floor.” Lower, on her ribs. “Right in front of you.” Lower still, on her stomach. “While you were touching me.”
Chloe moaned as her fingers slid through Beca’s hair, her whole body rolling again.
“Maybe we can watch each other for real some time,” she added, feeling bold, and smiled to herself when Chloe pushed her down the rest of the way. “But not tonight. You’re mine tonight.”
Yeah. Honeymoons were awesome.
“You know, you can drop the act now,” Amy said as the three women waited at the tiny airport in Savusavu to catch the hang glider to their proper plane. “I gotta hand it to you, though. You know how to put on a show. If I was still a member of The Academy, you’d both get Oscars for that performance.”
They weren’t doing anything, not really . Just holding hands. And bumping feet playfully. And maybe Chloe’s lips were on her ear at the moment (and recently were also on her neck, shoulder, and mouth).
“I know a really good divorce lawyer. I’ll hook you up with him when we get back. Consider it my payment for all the sweet new stuff waiting for us at home.”
“We, uh,” Beca said, having to pause to shiver at Chloe’s tongue that was starting to not leave her skin alone and honestly, Chloe, we are in public , “we need to talk about our living arrangements when we get back, Ames.”
“Def. We can sell some of our new swag and get a bigger place!”
Beca smiled at her best friend, deciding it was time. “Amy?”
“Yeah?”
“You wanna tell us now how everyone we know got invited?”
“Whaaaat?” Amy sang, eyes wide and instantly guilty. She started gesturing at Chloe, arm waving in the air. “Chloe’s spreadsheet got corrupted like she said!”
Beca narrowed her eyes at her and felt Chloe stop kissing her to pay attention to their conversation. “You want to stick to that story? Because I think what happened is that you thought it would be fun to make your own list and see what we’d do for your personal entertainment.”
Amy kept up her stare of incredulousness for a few more seconds until she sighed and let out a loud belly laugh complete with knee slap. “Okay, ya got me, Shawshank! I confess. I did a little James Bond hacking to see what would happen. I’m just so bored! You two are gone every day at your jobs and Fat Amy Winehouse isn’t gaining the traction I expected—”
“Amy, you really could have messed up our lives,” Chloe said, her voice serious but Beca patted her knee to let her know they shouldn’t get that mad about it. After all, that morning before leaving for the airport they had celebrated their one-week anniversary. Three times.
“But it’s fine,” Beca continued. It was time to break the news. “We should thank you.”
“Thank me? Why?”
“We’re not getting divorced when we get home.”
Amy’s eyes were wide again. “You’re not?”
Beca shook her head. “We want to stay married.”
Amy jumped to her feet. “So...you’re telling me Bhloe’s real?”
Beca nodded and laughed. “Yeah, Bhloe’s real.”
Amy slapped her stomach, then pounded her fist on her chest, kissed it, and pointed to the sky in gratitude. “I’m a genius.”
“Why are you a genius?” Chloe asked. Beca felt her fingernails tickling the back of her neck and she shivered again.
“Because you two just needed a shove to figure out you’re meant to be together. I’ve lived around you long enough to know you were in love and too dumb to know what to do about it.”
“Amy,” was all Beca could say and she felt Chloe’s forehead fall to her shoulder. “Seriously? This wasn’t because you were bored? You were trying to get us to hook up?”
“Aye-aye, cap,” Amy said with a salute.
“And you couldn’t have come up with a less...complicated way to do that?”
“Who’s idea was it to have a fake wedding?”
Beca didn’t have a quick response to that and she heard Chloe laughing quietly as she hugged Beca’s arm. “Yeah, well...we’re moving out when we get back.” At least she had that card in play.
Amy gasped and clutched her heart. “You’re what?! Who’s going to pay the rent?!”
“Maybe you should have thought of that before trying to see if we’d marry each other. What did you think would happen? We’d keep living together even if we got married?”
“Well...yeah!”
“Amy, I love you,” Chloe said sweetly, “but we need to get our own place now.”
“I think you need to pay me a dowry for landing you that one,” Amy said to Beca as she pointed at Chloe.
“To help you pay the rent after we move out?”
“Yeah.”
“No, Amy.”
Amy whirled in a dramatic circle. “This is how you thank me?”
Beca squirmed at a pinch to her side before Chloe said, “We’re going to thank you by not making you share a studio apartment with a newlywed couple who have years of sex to catch up on. And, spoiler alert: we really like having sex. With each other. A lot.”
Amy froze and then dropped back into her seat. “Fine.”
“Chlo,” Beca whispered with a laugh and a little bit of embarrassment. She was still adjusting.
“Mm, speaking of,” Chloe said with a suggestive hum as she took Beca’s hand and stood up to start walking backward. “We should use the restroom before we get on the plane.”
Beca stood up, too, but didn’t let Chloe pull her further. “I’m good. I went right before we—”
“She wants to bone you in the loo, genius,” Amy said as she literally kicked Beca’s ass to push her toward Chloe.
Beca caught herself from being thrown into Chloe, but just barely. “Oh.”
“Thanks, Amy,” Chloe said over her shoulder before winking at Beca.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll start looking for a new roomie or two on Tinder when we get back.”
Chloe laughed and turned to walk purposefully through the shack that served as the terminal and Beca sped up so she wasn’t being dragged.
“We’re going to do it in the bathroom?” she whispered harshly, though the building was almost empty.
Chloe shoved the restroom door open and did a quick check under the two stalls before she pulled Beca into the larger one and locked it. Beca’s pulse was already racing. This was nuts. She didn’t do things like this in public. Ever.
“No, I’m going to do it,” Chloe said before kissing Beca as she made quick work of getting Beca’s shorts down to her ankles before dropping to her knees. “Is this okay?” she asked before doing anything else, looking up at Beca.
“Yeah,” Beca said after having to swallow. Because it was. It was also new and a little scary, but she trusted Chloe. She figured...that’s what marriage was. New and a little scary but full of trust from the second it became real. And now she had a new book—not a chapter, an entire book —of her life. Maybe having a little fun in an airport bathroom in the South Pacific fell at the end of Chapter 2, after Chapter 1’s wedding and 2’s honeymoon. “It’s okay.”
But it wasn’t just okay.
It was everything.