A/N: So I hadn't really intended to continue this or make it a multi-chapter of any sorts but apparently the way to break through this writer's block is smut. So hooray? Anyway this might end up as smutty drabbles if I need a break. Quick disclaimer - I own nothing all rights reserved to whoever etc.
Slender fingers curled around the edge of the kitchen table as pearly white teeth clamped down on a plump lip.
"F-fff-fuck," Chloe released a ragged breath "mm best idea ever babe."
Skilled hands roamed over the red-heads back, ghosting around a toned abdomen before resting on Chloe's hips.
"Mm yeah, sorry for every doubting you," the younger Bella agreed drawing back ever so slightly "God Chlo you're so sexy like this, fuck." Beca slowly thrust her hips forward earning a keening moan from her girlfriend as the strap-on attached to her slim frame slid through the red-heads folds. "Best. Idea. Ever" the DJ punctuated each word with a sharp thrust.
"Yes! Oh god! Harder Beca!" Chloe's moans grew in volume as her hip bones dug deliciously into the wooden kitchen table. "Fuck, so good babe." Encouraged by the noises the older Bella was making Beca begun to piston her hips, clenching her ass cheeks together and pulling the red-head into her thrusts by the waist.
The creaking of the old table grew in volume with the girls' moans both too lost in sensation to notice or care. With one last thrust from Beca the table gave way as did the red-heads control, held up only by the brunettes hands on her hips, Chloe's orgasm crashed over her wave after wave.
Sweaty palms resting on her thighs the older Bella drew in gulps of air before righting herself and leaning into her girlfriend. The small brunette chuckled and wrapped her arms around the taller girls waist peppering kisses across her back.
"Well I'm not one to blow my own trumpet but I'd say that was positively shattering." Chloe could feel the brunette smirk into her shoulder.
"Hmm, I'd say. You broke more than the table Mitchell." Grinning the red-head turned around to kiss her girlfriend properly.
"What's wrong?" the DJ questioned, a small frown marring her features.
"What's wrong Mitchell, is you not only had sex in my kitchen but you broke my table" an irritated voice came from behind the brunette.
"Aub-"
"This is a thousand times worse than the time you had sex whilst on the phone to me" the blonde stated flippantly before disappearing into her room.
A/N: So I took a few of your comments on board and decided to continue the interrupted theme. However I would like to point out this will at no point become a triple treble fic. Female/female is hard enough to write nevermind a threesome or polygamous relationship.