At Amy's Place

                                    

                                          
  	 	 	 	
                          
Beca PoV
 Amy is waiting outside the door as we arrive at her house. I was surprised when I first found out she wasn't in a dorm. She's so social it sounded like an obvious choice. However, when I asked her about it she said she couldn't 'box kangaroos' in a dorm. I guess I shouldn't have expected anything less. Anyway, Amy sends me a mischievous smile as soon as she sees that I'm riding with Chloe. I find myself suddenly having doubts about whether this was a good idea or not. At least I'm in my own clothes. I've learnt quickly to keep a bag of essentials nearby, just in case Chloe decides on a surprise sleepover again. I shuffle up to Amy with Chloe trailing behind me. I know my cheeks are already turning pink and it didn't help that Amy wiggled her eyebrows suggestively when Chloe was climbing out of the car.
 "Hey Amy." I say, sounding bashful.
 "Well, hello there Beca. So nice if you to finally hang out with me." Amy teases before turning to Chloe. "I hope you've been having fun because you won't be getting her back for a while." Chloe raises an eyebrow, amused smile on her lips.
 "The only way you're keeping her away from me is with a restraining order." Chloe states playfully. Fat Amy nods with a smile before moving out of the way. I head straight to the living room, claiming the biggest couch before anyone else could. I thought Chloe was following behind me but it turns out Fat Amy was giving her a tour of her decent sized house. I stretch out on the comfy couch and wait for them to enter the living room, already curious as to what today was going to turn out like. So far it seemed to be going pretty well but you never know.
 "Finally, the living room." I hear Amy say before both her and Chloe enter the living room. Chloe spots me and raises an eyebrow. Fat Amy just snorts.
 "Comfy there, short stack?" Amy asks sarcastically. A smile spreads across Chloe's face and I don't like the glint in her eyes. I look at her suspiciously before turning my attention back to Amy.
 "You know, now that you mention it, I could really use a soda." I say with a relaxed smile. I love Amy's house. It's almost always quiet, well apart from Amy herself, and it just has that homey feeling, you know?
 "You wish." Fat Amy says, rolling her eyes. "Speaking of which. Would you like a beer Chloe?" Chloe nods with an easy smile and I scowl at Fat Amy, already knowing she's not going to get me my soda. Amy leaves the room with a smirk. I look to Chloe only to find she's standing right next to me. I shift uncomfortably, not used to being so low compared to her.
 "You gonna scooch over?" She asks and I can tell just by her eyes that some thing's going to happen if I say no. 
 "Maybe later." I mumble, suddenly becoming aware that we are now alone. I let out a small squeak as I feel a weight against my stomach. I should've known. Chloe's head is hanging above mine, her hair tickling my cheeks, legs either side of me. Great, she's straddling me. Her mischievous smile is back and I gulp nervously. Chloe can be so unpredictable sometimes but not in a bad way.
 "I guess I'll have to do something about that, won't I?" She whispers. 
 "Like..move?" I say, trying to sound unaffected but actually sounding nervous. Chloe's smile widens and she moves down slowly, giving me plenty of time to turn away. I don't. The kiss is slow and heated, a bit like the one this morning. I let myself relax back into the couch, enjoying the feeling of Chloe's body against mine. There's a cough from the doorway and I jerk away from the kiss in surprise. My face burns as I realise I completely forgot Amy was here. Chloe nuzzle my neck and sighs.
 "Again with the clam jamming?" I hear her mutter. I can't help but burst out laughing.
 "Clam jamming?" I giggle and Chloe lifts her face, an adorable pout gracing her lips.
 "Beca, you're the lesbian and yet I know more slang then you." Fat Amy snorts, placing two beers on the table and sitting on the couch that is facing the TV
 "Shut up, Amy." I mutter, embarrassed.
 "Aww, Becs." Chloe says, "It's okay, I'll teach you." She smirks. "You never know, maybe we'll even daddle." Amy starts laughing, hard. I look between the two of them.
 "What?" I ask, so confused. I squeak as I feel Chloe's fingers against my bare skin. My shirt must have ridden up at some point.
 "You are such a baby dyke." Chloe giggles...and that's when the tickling started.
 "No!" I shriek, squirming, trying to escape. The attack only intensifies. "Chlo..Chloe s-stop!" I manage to roll from underneath her and land with a thud on the floor. Chloe peers over the couch.
 "What're you doing down there?" She says with a smirk. I grumble and sit up, rubbing my shoulder.
 "That was uncalled for." I mutter as I plop down next to Chloe on the couch.
 "Aw, don't be mad." Chloe says, pinching my cheek. I swat her hand away and cross my arms.
 "I don't like being tickled." I say grumpily. Chloe smiles and kisses my shoulder tenderly.
 "But you're so cute." She says. Amy makes gagging noises.
 "Okay, that's enough. I'm gonna be sick." Amy says, opening her beer. Chloe pulls away and grabs her own. "Why don't we play truth or dare?" I wrinkle my nose.
 "No way, never again." I say firmly. Chloe raises her eyebrow questioningly.
 "I once made Bec-"
 "Don't you dare Amy!" I cut her off, giving her a warning glare. Fat Amy laughs and shakes her head.
 "She'll find out eventually." Amy singsongs. I narrow my eyes at her. Amy rolls her eyes. "Fine, we'll do something else." She looks around the room, like the answer will just pop out at her. Then smiles. I do not like that smile. "Chloe.." She says slowly, drawing the word out. A nervous bubble grows in my chest. "Beca has told me you have a grip of steel," my stomach drops and I get ready to dart away, "Would you grab her for me?" She says it so casually that it takes me a second to understand what was happening. I barely stand up before arms encircle my waist. I land on Chloe's strong legs.
 "Chlo!" I whine, struggling fruitlessly. 
 "What now?"