Bechloe Week Day 1: Candy

"What a loot! Were you planning to share any of that?" Chloe asked, eyeing the pile of candy sitting in front of Beca as she plopped down on the bed beside the brunette, setting her laptop in front of her.

"It's Amy's way of apologizing for taking $20 from my purse. She returned the money in the form of candy. Hence Mount Diabetes," Beca answered, motioning towards the sweets. "Whatever. It's the thought that counts."

"Perfect timing for our movie night! How many movies do you think this'll last?"

"You can't be serious, Beale? Aren't singers supposed to take care of their voice? Not lie in bed and eat enough candy to damage their vocal chords?"

"Eating sour candy actually helps soothe vocal chords, Becs. However, there *are* other activities done in bed that can possibly cause vocal damage," Chloe teased, accompanied with her signature wink.

Beca choked on the Sour Patch Kid she was chewing on and had a coughing fit; Chloe giggled at her to the point of tears.

"Oh. My gosh. Can you at least TRY not to kill me?"

"Sorry, Becs, it's just too easy to get a rise out of you," Chloe replied, wiping tears from her eyes.

"You suck."

Chloe smirked and opened her mouth, but Beca interrupted her before she could make another sensual comment.

"ANYWAYS. What are we watching tonight? Charlie and the Chocolate Factory?"

"Ha. Ha. Very funny, Mitchell. I told you yesterday. We're watching Pearl Harbor!"

"You can't be serious! That movie is three hours long!"

"I guess it's a good thing Amy got you all this sugar; you'll be awake the entire three hours! Maybe even longer!"

Beca groaned, opening another pack of Sour Patch Kids and popping a red one in her mouth. "Whatever. Just get on with it."

The opening credits started rolling, and silence took over the room, save for the movie and occasional crinkle of candy wrappers.

Though Beca favored action movies, she wasn't a huge fan of this one since it focused more on the romance than the actual war. But she tolerated it to please Chloe. The list of things she tolerated on Chloe's behalf grew exponentially. 'That's what friends do for each other,' she always told herself. But deep down, she knew there was probably another reason.

A few minutes into the movie, during the iconic eye exam scene, Beca interrupted the silence to ask "Which side are you on, Team Rafe or Team Danny?"

Chloe usually asked her which character she favored more, probably an attempt to make sure Beca was actually paying attention to the movie. This time, however, the brunette decided to beat her to the punch.

"Team Evelyn, obviously. I've always had a thing for brunettes," Chloe responded, nudging Beca with her shoulder.

Beca was about to choke on another piece of candy, but saved herself in time. "Chloe, that wasn't one of the options. Besides, they're all brunettes."

"Should've been one of the options. I mean, have you *seen* Kate Beckinsale?"

Beca couldn't argue with that.

They continued watching the movie, slowly but surely tackling Mount Diabetes. The diminishing pile of confectionaries forced Chloe to scoot closer and closer to Beca in order to reach her desired snacks. Or maybe she was just using that reason as an excuse to repeatedly reach over Beca's lap. When Evelyn and Danny were having their moment in the parachute hanger, Chloe reached over again, but instead of reaching for more candy, she rested her hand on Beca's thigh.

That scene wasn't overly sensual at all, but Beca still felt her body temperature rising, especially where Chloe had decided to rest her hand. The redhead felt her companion squirm in her seat.

"Aw, Becs. Is the sex scene making you uncomfortable? This barely counts as a sex scene! I can show you a hundred hotter sex scenes!"

"Oh, I don't doubt that at all, Beale," Beca quickly responded, reaching for the last Twizzler in the pile and taking a bite. "But I'll pass."

"Your loss," Chloe replied, taking the Twizzler from Beca and biting a piece off.

"Hey! Get your own!"

"It's the last piece, and you know how much I love Twizzlers. Split it with me?"

"Fine," Beca grumbled, taking another bite and handing the piece back to Chloe. "But I get last bite."

"Fine." Chloe swallowed the piece she was chewing on - "Come get it." - and stuck one end back in her mouth.

Beca looked over at the redhead. "Cut it out, Beale," Beca muttered, reaching over to grab the Twizzler, but Chloe just grasped both of her hands and lifted an eyebrow, as if she was daring the brunette.

Beca froze. Part of her wanted to forget about it. It was just a piece of candy, and she wasn't a three year old. But the other part of her couldn't look away from the redhead's lips, at the ridiculous piece of Twizzler sticking out of it.

The movie long forgotten, Chloe slowly let go of Beca's hands, instead running her own hands up the younger one's arms, past her shoulders, up her neck, until she had a hand on each of Beca's cheeks. She shifted forward slightly, pulling Beca towards her, until the brunettes lips were touching the other end of the Twizzler.

Beca realized how close she was to the redhead, feeling Chloe's breath on her face. She opened her mouth slightly, enough to fit the candy in her mouth, and slowly inched forward until she felt their lips connect.

The candy forgotten, Chloe closed her eyes, savoring the long-awaited feeling of the brunette's warm lips on hers. They stayed unmoving for a few seconds until Chloe felt Beca pull away, biting off the last piece of the Twizzler.

The brunette sat back in her spot, chewing the candy, with a smirk on her face. "Victory."

Chloe missed the feeling of Beca's lips on hers, but she didn't miss a beat. "You can say that again," she replied, licking her lips.

"I'll make sure we have Twizzlers at our next movie night," Beca added, swallowing the candy.

"Or we could forget about the candy. And I don't feel like waiting until the next movie night."