A/N: Hey guys, I hope you enjoy this. This is a fluffy little piece that came to me actually as a prompt to Zap to get him to write something he was bitching about. Needless to say, I liked the idea, so I stole it. Don't worry, for those who care I'm still working on the first chapter of The Devil of Barden, and I also have the first draft of the next chapter of Timbre to work on. So hopefully this is just the first in a series of really rather different pieces of writing from me. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this, please leave a review and let me know what you think!

Nocturnal Transmissions

A whisper of fabric brushing against fabric in the otherwise relative quiet of the night told Beca that Chloe had just come back. A slight rustling from outside the small, two-person tent in which she was currently laying was all the evidence that the young girl needed to know that her tent-mate had returned. Despite the reposed state that the brunette senior from Barden University was in, with eyes tightly shut and breathing low, even, and steady, Beca was in fact quite awake. Beca had, as a matter of fact, been awake practically from the time that the redhead who was now unzipping the tent entrance had gotten up and slipped out into the dark night.

If she was going to be honest with herself, actually, she'd been awake slightly longer than that because of the damned rock that had been poking into her shoulder blade since she'd been foolish enough to swap sides with the redhead shortly after they'd lain down. She should have known that Chloe was up to something. The four-time senior had been too sweet, too innocent as she asked Beca to swap sides. Of course, Beca was naturally powerless to resist any demand from the redhead, so it didn't matter that Beca had known that, to quote that fish looking dude from Star Wars that Jesse loved so much he tried to make her watch them once a year with him, sometime in early May she thought generally speaking, "It's a trap!"

Regardless of whatever movie quotes or conniving best friend-slash-co-captain antics that may have happened, Beca hadn't really been asleep since the two girls had ordered lights out two hours ago. Dozing was the best that it could be called. A light doze, at best.

Regardless, when the redhead had gotten up, for whatever reason she had, Beca had woken from that doze, both from the movement and from the sudden coldness that snuck into the now empty space beside her. She had tried to tell the redhead that seeing as they both had their own sleeping bags, curtesy of said redhead as Beca had always despised camping, they didn't need to sleep right next to each other. Well, beyond the confines imposed upon them by the interior space of the tiny tent, that is.

Chloe had laughed, though, at the suggestion and showed Beca a "neat trick" about the two sleeping bags. Namely, they could be partially unzipped, and then re-zipped to each other to create a small, two person bag. Beca had rolled her eyes.

A sudden gust of wind caused by Chloe opening the tent flap brought Beca back to the here and now. Chloe slid inside quickly and zipped the tent closed before carefully lifting the edge of the sleeping bag and slipping back inside it. Beca had been fully prepared to try and remain sleeping during this process, but she hadn't factored in all the relevant details. Namely, Chloe's feet were like a pair ice cubes on her leg.

Unable to hide her sudden jerking away as he tried to protect her poor, under protected legs from the two rather petite blocks of dry ice that had just slid into her warm nest, Beca felt Chloe freeze, half-way in the bag. She could feel the redhead's gaze on her as Chloe sat still, obviously looking over Beca's face. Cautiously, as though testing a hypothesis, one foot started shifting towards her left leg, the one closest to Chloe. Beca did her best to hold it still, still trying to maintain the illusion that she was asleep. Chloe pressed her frigid metatarsals against the, Beca now realized, exposed skin of her calf for a few seconds.

Clenching her jaw and screwing her eyes shut, while at the same time hoping that Chloe wasn't able to see her actions in the poor light of the tent, Beca endeavored to hold still. After what felt like a solid hour, maybe an hour and a half, Beca couldn't take it anymore and jerked her leg away.

"Aha! I knew you were faking!" Chloe whispered triumphantly, choosing not to pursue the brunette's leg with her foot.

"Yeah, yeah. Just shut up and get back in here, it's freezing outside!" Beca grumped, refusing to open her eyes as though she could deny Chloe at least that satisfaction.

"You know, you'd think someone who grew up in Maine, where it actually snows on the regular, would have a more accurate description of 'freezing'…" The redhead said, and Beca could hear the laughter in her voice as Chloe finally settled back into the bag.

"I have a perfectly accurate description of it. Those torture devices you call toes!" Beca said, turning her head away from the redhead.

"Awww, Becs! You totes love my toes, I know it. Why else would you paint 'em for me…?" Chloe asked, teasingly. Beca's head snapped back towards Chloe, her eyes wide and glaring as she felt said toes inching closer to her.

"Beale, you touch me with those ice cubes and you can sleep in the lake…" Beca's voice, a half register or so higher than normal due to the panic she no doubt felt, stopped the encroaching winter soldiers as effectively as a chasm.

"You wouldn't dare…" Chloe said challengingly, though Beca noted that her feet slid just slightly backwards, inching a tiny bit further away from her leg.

"Try me." Beca said, smirking at the redhead while quirking a single eyebrow at her. Deciding her teasing was at an end, apparently, Chloe moved her feet back over a safe distance from Beca as she conceded the point. Softening her expression at the evident victory she'd just won, Beca couldn't help but ask, "Also, how the hell are your feet so cold? Weren't you wearing slippers out there? In fact, what were you doing out of the tent anyway? Even you, with your impossible small bladder, couldn't possibly have needed to, well, you know, already…"

"Keeping track of my bathroom breaks, eh Becs?" Chloe said, rolling onto her side to look down at Beca and curling her feet up behind herself.

"Ugh. Why do you always focus on the… You know what, never mind." Beca said, turning to roll over herself, which as a miracle unto itself somehow gave her a slight bit of relief from the rock that had been stabbing her.

"Oh goodness, Becs. No need to pout. Sheesh." Chloe said, reaching out to place a tentative hand on the brunette's shoulder and roll her back onto her back… And onto the rock. The smile that Chloe was giving her, however, made it all worthwhile. Pressing herself into Beca's side, the redhead answered her original questions as she made herself comfortable, "My feet are cold because it's night time. The ambient air temperature drops during the night as the sun is no longer shining directly on this side of the planet anymore. I was, in fact, wearing my slippers, however it is, as previously described, cold outside. As for what I was doing, well, I was making sure the rest of the Bellas were sleeping."

Beca rolled her eyes at the redhead's tone and shook her head. Sighing heavily the brunette shrugged her shoulders slightly as she said, "You know, your feet would have been warmer if you had accepted my perfectly reasonable suggestion of wearing socks."

"And you know my rule, Becs. It hasn't changed since your freshman year." Chloe said, seemingly trying to press even closer to Beca as she shivered slightly with the cold.

"I know, I know. 'No socks in bed.'" The brunette quoted, wrapping an arm unconsciously around Chloe.

"Exactly. No socks in bed. Though there are times I think it might be ok to violate that rule, I'm not about to start now. Brrrr, it really is cold though…" Chloe said, finally surrendering to the chill that she felt and shivering against Beca, who was deliciously warm.

"…" The silence from Beca was nearly thunderous as she pretended she could fight against the pull that was Chloe Beale. And it only lasted about five seconds before she was saying, "Fine. Jesus, Beale, you're gonna be the death of me when I catch pneumonia though…"

Chloe squirmed happily in delight as she straightened her legs and twined them around Beca's own legs. The squirming, with Chloe's body pressed so tightly against her own, caused many, many sensations that Beca didn't want to think about to roil through her. So many feelings, in fact, that the cold shock of Chloe's feet was actually a relief, like a cold shower to her overheated self.

Silence swallowed the pair as they settled into what had become a fairly standard activity for them, cuddling together before bed. If you had told her four years ago that she'd soon become someone's "cuddle-bug", Beca would have laughed in your face, then probably punched you. But, sure enough, within three months of starting at Barden University, "sleepovers" had become a regular activity in the dorm room she'd shared that year with Kimmy Jin, the silent Korean assassin, or at least that's what Beca was fairly sure she was going to school for. Of course, these weren't your normal sleepovers that girls from Beca's middle and high school had indulged in. Replete with ice cream, hair doing, sappy romantic movies, and gossiping with a dozen or so of your closest girlfriends. Nope, these had been two person affairs consisting of Chloe barging her way into Beca's room, much to Kimmy Jin's irritation, and insinuating herself into Beca's blankets with a puppy dog expression and a promise that, "This movie will be better."

It very rarely was, but Beca Mitchell, as previously stated, could never say no to Chloe Beale. Even after she'd started dating Jesse following their first win of the ICCA Championships the sleepovers continued. Albeit with a slight break, but continued they had. Much to the chagrin of her then-boyfriend who had made several comments about why she was so willing to "shack up" with that redhead when he had to practically twist her arm to get her to sit beside him at dinner.

That, among numerous other reasons, had led to their break up during her sophomore year. But they had since mended fences, realizing they were much better as friends than as a couple. And, throughout it all, the "sleepovers" continued. Chloe had always been her rock in the river, her port in the storm, her safe haven in all the turmoil that seemed to plague her collegiate life. Chloe was her confidant, her co-conspirator, her co-captain, and her best friend in the world. Without Chloe, life for Beca would be meaningless and so the brunette was willing to do absolutely anything to keep the redhead as her friend.

At least, that's what Beca told herself over and over every time she found herself in this position. Which meant that she heard it a lot, because it was almost a guaranteed fact that at least three nights a week, nowadays at least, the pair would be in one or the other's bedroom in the Bellas house curled up tight against each other under blankets. She had told herself that, it was her mantra. It was the thing that kept her grounded. The thing that kept her from doing anything stupid. It was the thing that kept her from what she wanted the most in the world. The one thing she couldn't be without.

Chloe heaved a sigh beside her as the redhead obviously struggled to find sleep as well. Beca knew why she was wide awake, the same reason she was always wide awake whenever they slept together. She'd remain wide awake until exhaustion took her and knocked her out. Chloe, however, usually didn't have this problem.

"Penny for your thoughts." Beca whispered, knowing the redhead would easily hear her.

"Just thinking about everything." Chloe answered back, her breath tickling over the skin of Beca's neck as the redhead shifted slightly beside her.

"That's kinda vague there, Chlo." Beca said, laughing briefly.

"Well, you only offered a penny, what do you expect?" Chloe answered, whacking Beca lightly with one of her now warmed up feet.

"A little more than that…" Beca said, smirking in the darkness even though Chloe couldn't see it.

"Put that smirk away, Becs. I can feel it…" Chloe said, poking her in the side. After Beca's face settled into a slight smile, the redhead continued, "I dunno, Becs… I'm just, you know, thinking about it all. Worlds, graduating, what'll happen after that. I mean, who knows what's next, you know?"

"I do. I mean, I'm sure you remember everything that happened at the lodge, right? It wasn't that long ago." Beca said, her hand idly tracing patterns on Chloe's back through her shirt.

"Hmph. You ask me that as we're here in a tent, camping with the Bellas. As if that wasn't the germination of my idea to do an actual camping trip before finals, Worlds, and the rest." Chloe said, and Beca knew she was trying to sound indignant, but failing miserably at it. The butterflies that could always be found flitting around in her stomach when she was so close to Chloe increased their activity to what might be called swarming as the redhead's own hand began to run lightly over her stomach. She tried desperately to control the involuntary spasms when Chloe's finger brushed over the hem of the shirt to graze over the bare skin between it and the top her sweats. The redhead didn't even seem to notice the effect, which Beca counted as a win.

"Yeah, well…" Beca said when she felt her voice was finally under control. Closing her eyes because she knew she'd regret it, Beca let her hand slide down to the hem of Chloe's own shirt and pull it up slightly, so her fingers could run over the perfectly smooth, flawless expanse of skin of the redhead's lower back. Every time they cuddled in bed Beca told herself she wouldn't touch Chloe's skin. She knew she was just torturing herself with something she could never truly have. But every time she couldn't resist the pull that was Chloe Beale. Speaking up again to try and cover what she'd just done Beca said, "Honestly, though, I don't know how you talked me into a camping trip either. I hate the woods. I hate camping. I hate…"

"You love sharing a tent with me. That was all it took. A promise not to seal you into a 'fart infested balloon' with all the others, and you caved." Chloe said, and Beca felt the redhead smiling against her collarbone. Of course, it hadn't really been that easy. There had been some pleading, by all the Bellas as a matter of fact, and a bit of puppy-dog eyes from Chloe herself. In the end though, as Beca was realizing more and more, there was no saying no to Chloe Beale.

"Hmph! I might not have if you'd told me how cold it was going to be." Beca said trying, and failing, to sound grumpy.

"I'll warm you up, don't worry." The redhead shot back mischievously almost immediately. The response, so natural from Chloe, so obviously flirtatious and tempting, made Beca freeze for just a moment. She only was able to move again when the redhead's hands came together off to the side and Chloe gave a fairly good impression of Mr. Miagi warming his hands up by vigorously rubbing them together. After a second, two hot palms pressed against her bare skin as Chloe quickly slid Beca's shirt up to just under her breasts, which most definitely earned a squeak from the brunette.

"Jesus, Chlo! Give a little warning before stripping me! Fuck." Beca said in startled alarm as her mind tried to cope with the heat that was spreading from Chloe's hands through her body. And which ended up focused in a pool of liquid heat at the apex of her legs.

"Don't worry, I will. When I get around to that." Chloe whispered. Even in the moonlight filtering through the tent, Beca could see the wink Chloe gave her.

Trying desperately to get her body back under her control it took Beca a minute or three to realize that she hadn't moved Chloe's hands. They had since cooled down to normal body temperature, though the heat radiating outwards from them hadn't waned in the slightest. Carefully marshalling her breathing, Beca figured that maybe talking might help. Talking about something other than Chloe's previous topic that is, so Beca spoke up again, "It is kind of scary, isn't it? Not knowing what's going to happen… After. I mean, will we even still…"

Beca couldn't finish the words that got stuck in her throat as her biggest fear about everything related to Chloe came to a head. As the silence hung heavy and full of ominous portents around them, Beca noticed that Chloe had stilled almost completely. That, in and of itself, was a feat to be astounded by. Beca had only very rarely seen the redhead completely still. She was almost always moving in some fashion or another whether it was tapping her foot to some unheard tune, or twiddling her fingers in her own, or more often than not Beca's, hair. Without even needing to look at her, Beca knew that Chloe was weighing carefully some serious, life-altering decisions in her head and needed all the processing power her brain could muster to come to her decision.

"It is scary." She said, her voice even quieter than before and almost seeming to make Lily sound like she was shouting. Beca waited, knowing the redhead had more to say. Sure enough, it wasn't long before Beca could see in the dim light of the tent Chloe's head rising up to stare directly into her eyes. Cerulean pools of tumultuous emotions gazed unblinkingly at her for the span of a heartbeat, or maybe it was the life-cycle of one of the stars Beca imagined she could see reflecting in them. A heartbeat, then Chloe spoke again and Beca read as much as heard, "There are no tomorrows left, really. It's now or never."

The confusion that Beca knew was starting to fill her own navy blue eyes didn't even have a chance to take root before Chloe was moving. Moving closer. Much, much closer.

Before her brain could process what was happening, she felt her world shrinking to a single point. Chloe's lips were pressing against her own, and it was everything she'd ever dreamed it could be. Everything and more.

Time was frozen for Beca as the soft skin pressed against her lips, molded against her own skin and brought forth a torrent of emotions that the brunette normally kept so carefully in check. Before she knew what was happening she found that her hand, completely of its own volition and without any direction from her brain, had gotten tangled into Chloe's flowing, ginger tresses and was holding on for dear life. Her tongue, again without any conscious thought, darted out, running delicately along Chloe's bottom lip.

The moan that answered the action was a noise so heavenly that Beca knew angels would be jealous if they'd heard it. Even better than that, though, was the feeling of Chloe's own lips opening in response, Chloe's tongue darting out to dance with hers in a sensuous, erotic tango that took the breath from Beca's lungs and elicited a groan that she wouldn't have even recognized as herself if she hadn't heard it. Pulling back, gasping for breath, Beca stared, dumbfounded up at the redhead whose eyes were only now just opening up and looking back at her.

"What…? Chloe… We…" Words failed her, as they so often did during her most emotional times. Beca had never and would never be called a wordsmith. But music was something that always spoke to her. And Chloe knew that. Smiling brightly, the redhead began to sing softly.

"Time is going by so much faster than I. And I'm starting to regret not telling all of this to you…" The lilting, haunting quality of Chloe's singing, the thing that had captured Beca's attention so completely four years previously, easily sang the first couple lines of a song that Beca immediately recognized. With a wistful smile on her lips, Chloe spoke once more, "I couldn't let you go, Becs. Not without… I've wanted to tell you… For so long. But I was scared. Scared that'd you say no…"

Instead of answering, Beca rose up, crashing her lips against Chloe's a kiss just as fierce and passionate as the one which the redhead had just given her. This second kiss lasted longer than the first, each girl testing and probing, tongues darting back and forth in a struggle for dominance. In the end, neither won, but both were satisfied, though definitely not sated.

"I want you." Chloe said, her voice husky and filled with desire. Her hands, having never moved from Beca's stomach and side, started to slide upwards as Chloe said, "I need you, Beca."

"Then take me." Beca found herself answering. It was the only thing Chloe had been waiting to hear, apparently. In a flash her shirt was off, up and over her head to rustle against the wall of the tent. Beca didn't even notice the cold as Chloe bent, her lips finding the hot skin of her throat and latched on. A groan sounded from deep inside her, rising to the surface as Chloe's lips, tongue and teeth raked the soft flesh of her throat savagely. It was only the redhead's hand, which had been lifted from where it was helping to hold Chloe up, clapping over her mouth that reminded her that there were either other girls in relatively close proximity to her and that they would need to be very quiet if they were to do what seemed likely was about to happen. What Beca knew was going to happen.

Her hand found the back of Chloe's neck as the redhead, delighting in the reaction she'd gotten, started to kiss down over Beca's collarbone and upwards, curving around the swell of her breast. Hot, wet kisses marked a fiery path between her breasts before bending around and circling upwards towards the aching tip. Beca's back arched and her hips thrust against Chloe's thigh, which had somehow inserted itself between her legs, when the ginger's mouth closed over her nipple. Suffused in warm, wet heat, Beca felt the redhead's tongue darting out to flick the tender skin and she moaned her pleasure, this time little more than a quiet whisper and rumbling in her chest.

Desperately impatient for more skin to touch, Beca interrupted the redhead's ministrations reluctantly as she insistently tugged the hem of Chloe's shirt upwards. When the redhead was finally topless above her, looking down with a rueful grin on her face, Beca felt heat rush through her to her core as she saw the flawless porcelain skin now exposed to the moonlight.

"Fuck me, you're beautiful…" She whispered, unable to control herself.

"I plan to fuck you, beautiful." The redhead said, her hands coming up to cover Beca's breasts and squeeze firmly. As Beca arched her back, trying to press more of herself into Chloe's hands, the redhead grinned delighted and dropped back down to lavish kisses over both breasts. Occasionally she took a moment to lick, suck, or gently nibble one of Beca's nipples, and each time she did, the brunette ground her center against Chloe's thigh.

Not wanting to be thought unwilling to reciprocate, Beca's hands now roamed over the exposed skin of Chloe's back, sides and chest. When her hands found the supple flesh of the redhead's chest, Beca moaned in delight again as she squeezed and felt the erect nipples poking hard into her palms. Chloe, apparently approving of this action, moaned around one nipple and bit down slightly harder, which drew a shuddering gasp from Beca.

All too soon, yet not nearly soon enough, Beca felt Chloe's kisses starting to descend down the swell of her breasts and onto her taut stomach which was writhing and roiling with the pleasures that the redhead was giving her. Accommodating the redhead as much as she could by moving upwards, Beca found that Chloe, flexible as she had always been, had no trouble settling herself between Beca's legs.

Delicate fingers found their way into the waistband of Beca's sweats, brushing over inflamed skin as they grasped the material and slid it down Beca's thighs, past her knees and with a little finagling off of at least one foot. It was only when, after settling back into her spot between Beca's now eagerly spread legs, that the brunette realized that more than her sweats had come off. Chloe, it seemed wanted no more barriers between them.

The redhead's breath, ragged and panting, caressed Beca's lips, the hot air feeling almost cool in contrast to the heat emanating from her center. Nearly unable to stop herself, Beca gasped and jumped as Chloe's fingers grazed the tender skin of her inner thigh teasingly.

"Chloe…" Beca breathed, her hips twisting and writing of their own accord as Chloe's fingers danced tauntingly over her flesh, always coming so near and yet so far from where she wanted them.

"Yes, baby?" Chloe asked innocently.

"Please…" Beca said, her breath hitching as one long, graceful finger slid lightly over her lips collecting drops of the moisture that had gathered there on its tip.

"Please what?" Chloe asked as Beca opened her eyes to look down in time to see the redhead sucking the teasing digit into her mouth to taste the morning dew that she'd just harvested.

"Please… Please fuck me, Chloe. I need you." Beca whimpered, like actually whimpered. Beca couldn't remember whimpering in her life, at least not since she'd been a really young girl. But it was, apparently, just what Chloe wanted.

"All you had to do was ask." And nearly before the words were out of here mouth, Chloe's head dipped again and this time it wasn't the redhead's breath she felt sliding over her sensitive skin. It was her tongue.

Beca's left hand had somehow managed to lodge itself into her mouth, which was the only reason that the rest of the Bellas, or the entire camp ground for that matter, didn't hear her moans as Chloe's skilled tongue deftly parted her lips and stroked her core from bottom to top. Fireworks seemed to explode in Beca's head as her right hand wound itself into the disheveled mop of ginger locks that was all Beca could see of Chloe, who was very much doing what Beca wanted.

The redhead's tongue, so very, very talented at making music, was now playing Beca like a finely tuned instrument. Each flicking stroke, each probing thrust, each luxuriously languid lick brought the brunette closer and closer to crescendo. Beca found herself biting down hard on her hand, knowing she'd be leaving teeth marks but not caring in the slightest as she felt the redhead shifting. The deliciously skilled tongue didn't pause in its symphony of pleasure as Chloe moved, bringing her hand to work as well. Beca's hips thrust as two fingers suddenly filled her, her head pressing back against the pillows as a not-so-silent scream was almost muffled by her hand.

"God… Chloe… I'm so close." Beca said, twisting and writing though Chloe seemed to need no guidance as she rushed Beca towards the precipice looming before her. The words were muffled by her hand, but she knew Chloe heard them because she felt the redhead purr against her skin. As Newton had proven so many years ago, for every action there is a reaction, and that purr resulted in Beca screaming out a very audible, "Chloe!"

Just as Beca felt herself nearing the edge of oblivion, the tongue paused, the fingers slowed slightly, and the brunette looked down to see Chloe staring up at her. As the redhead spoke, Beca nearly came undone, "Cum for me."

Three words Beca had never expected to hear from Chloe Beale. And Beca had never been able to say no to Chloe.

"Shawshank! Get your flat butt out of bed right now!"

Amy's voice broke through Beca's unconscious buffer, jolted the brunette awake in a terrified instant. As she sat bolt upright the blanket that the Bellas had been sharing in the group tent at the Lodge of Fallen Leaves slid to her waist. Her body was thrumming with an orgasm so close, and yet now so far out of reach as to basically be on Mars.

Her breathing was ragged and sweat covered her skin. The dream was so vivid in her mind, so present in her mind that it took Beca a few seconds to realize where she was. On a retreat. With all the Bellas. With Chloe so close, and so far, far away. And speaking of Chloe…

"Morning, Becs…" The voice was right behind her, and Beca turned quickly to see Chloe lying there, looking up at her.

"Uhh… Morning Chloe." Beca said, hoping she wasn't as red as she felt. And hoping even more desperately that she hadn't said…

"Sweet dreams?" The innocence of the tone told Beca everything she needed to know. And she turned around towards Aubrey's voice calling from outside the tent.

"Beca. Chloe. Let's go, now aca-bitches!"

Beca was trying to calm herself down as she felt Chloe moving behind her. Only when she heard the tent flap rustling as Chloe exited the tent was Beca able to get herself under control. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her scattered and nearly broken shards of consciousness and moved to exit the tent. She saw the Bellas emerging all off in the distance gathering together, minus Chloe who was closer and talking to Aubrey. Not wanting to look at the redhead yet, whose back was turned towards her, Beca started quietly moving towards the rest of the group. When she got close, though, she heard something that shocked her.

Chloe, apparently unaware that she'd left the tent was saying, "I had the craziest dream last night, Bree… And I think, I think maybe Becs did too."