Bechloe - ‘Purple’

Beca stepped into the studio apartment she shared with Chloe and Fat Amy, letting out a tired sigh of relief that she was finally home from work. They’d been in this stuffy apartment for three months now. Not ideal for three grown women. But it was home.

The brunette heard a loud squeal as the door came into contact with something behind it and she realised it was Chloe when her best friend appeared from around it. They really needed to move that long mirror from behind the door.

“Sorry.” Beca mumbled, slinging her satchel down on the ground beside the fold-out bed she and Chloe both shared, but the redhead let out a small giggle.

“That’s okay.” Chloe replied in a bright tone, “My fault for being stood behind the door in the first place.”

It was around that time that Beca realised Chloe was looking decidedly well dressed for a Thursday evening, and that was when Beca became a little suspicious, “Where are you off to?”

“Out on a date.” Chloe said as she stared in the mirror while touching up her lipstick. It was a ‘Plum Purple’ in colour, and matched her uncharacteristically dark outfit, “I borrowed your top, if you don’t mind?”

Beca shrugged, moving past her best friend a few paces, arriving in the kitchen area with ease, “Fine by me. It suits you.”

Sharing clothes wasn’t an uncommon thing for the two women to do. Since moving to Brooklyn and having to share a bed together, they seemed to share most things. Except toothbrushes. They drew the line at toothbrushes. Everything else was fair game. Even vibrators (“You have to try it one day Beca! I swear, this one will change your life.” - and Beca had to admit, it had.)

“So who’s the guy this time?” Beca asked casually while she delved into the fridge for the bottle of strawberry milk she’d been thinking about all day.

“Just some guy I passed a couple of blocks away who asked me for the time.”

Beca smirked, nudging the fridge door closed and unscrewing the bottle lid. Of course Chloe would be asked out after telling someone the time. She was always going out on dates (“making the most of a new neighbourhood in a new city” she claimed). This was Chloe’s second date this week, and it was only Thursday.

“Hey, do you think this lipstick looks okay?” Chloe asked, turning to face the younger woman and Beca raised her eyebrows, nodding positively before tipping the bottle of strawberry milk up to her own mouth and taking a slurp of the sweet liquid. She kept her eyes on Chloe though as the redhead turned back to the mirror, smacking her lips a little before dabbing them on a tissue she had in her hand, “I’m just worried what it’ll look like once it’s smudged.”

Beca pulled the bottle from her lips and furrowed her brow for a moment, swallowing a mouthful of strawberry milk, “Why would it get smudged?”

Chloe just paused and turned to look at her, and they stood in silence for a couple of moments while Beca blinked. Then suddenly her eyebrows rose and Chloe grinned, “Oh my God! Dude, you make out on a first date?!”

Chloe giggled, “Well yeah, it’s my favourite thing to do!”

Beca took a quick swig of milk, genuinely impressed, “You and I are so different.”

She watched while Chloe dabbed her lips on the tissue again and let out a small sigh when she checked her reflection again, “I don’t know if this is maybe too dark? I normally wear a lighter colour so it’s not so noticeable when I’ve finished kissing someone..”

Beca rolled her eyes. She knew how indecisive her best friend was. It was probably why Chloe was getting ready so early. Her date probably wasn’t until 7pm! So she screwed the lid onto the strawberry milk, placed it down on the small kitchen table, and began walking over to the redhead.

“Come on.” Beca said firmly, curling her index finger towards herself over and over, beckoning Chloe to turn and face her.

The redhead did so, looking a little confused for a moment. But she wasn’t confused for long when Beca quickly arrived before her, brought one hand up to the back of her neck, and pulled their faces together, kissing her firmly on the lips. It was the least Beca could do for her best friend.

So the two stood together, Chloe quickly relaxing into the kiss, bringing one hand to the back of Beca’s head while her other hand wound around her petite waist, and they gently made out with one another for a minute or so. Beca let out a light hum when Chloe slid her tongue along her bottom lip, and the brunette parted her mouth gently to allow the woman’s tongue access. Their heads rocked, their lips smacked noisily, and their tongues explored, while they both let out small hums of approval.

Then suddenly they paused, bringing the kiss to a natural end, and they broke apart slowly, with pleased smiles on their faces.

“Well, it doesn’t look so bad..” Beca mumbled, looking down at Chloe’s purple lipstick that hadn’t really smudged much at all. But Chloe’s expression wavered and she bit her bottom lip guiltily.

“I wish I could say the same for you.” she replied, and Beca turned to look at her reflection. To her amusement she saw that her mouth and the surrounding skin (including her chin somehow) was covered in smeared purple lipstick. Ah. That would be a no-go then.

“Guess I’ll have to try a different shade.” Chloe said with a sigh while she turned back to her make up bag, letting go of Beca in the process, and the brunette cleared her throat before returning to her bottle of strawberry milk.

“Well, if you need me to help with the ‘smudge test’ again, just let me know.” Beca said in as casual a tone as possible, even though her stomach felt completely scrambled with butterflies, and her head now felt fuzzy. Because making out with Chloe Beale was out of this world. And she could see why Chloe herself loved to do it.

“Oh don’t you worry, I will.” Chloe said in a flirtatious tone, concentrating on wiping the purple lipstick from her own mouth with a make up wipe. “Your tongue tastes like strawberries.”

And Beca almost snorted out strawberry milk through her nose she had been so surprised by how flirtatious her best friend was towards her…