While The Fiancée is Away: A Taste Test Sequel.
Summary:
Two and a half years after the events of Taste Test, Chloe and Beca are stupid in love and engaged to be married. Darla is still in their lives because she's an awesome sister and a good friend to Beca.
One day, while Chloe is away on a ten-day veterinary conference she FaceTimes Beca and can't help but notice her fiancée's agitation and horniness. So, she gives Beca permission to do something naughty with her twin.
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"Babe, I'm going to miss you so much," Beca whined.
"I know sweetheart, but it's only ten days," Chloe kissed her pouting fiancée.
Beca sighed, "We've never been apart that long." It was true, despite being a music producer the longest Beca had ever been away from Chloe was eight days.
"I know," Chloe said softly "But, it's only going to be for a little while. Then I'll come home, drop everything, and spend the next couple of days snuggled up beside you."
Beca raised an eyebrow, "Naked Snuggling?"
"Hmmm, we'll see Becs" Chloe chuckled.
"Please," Beca scoffed. "You're insatiable."
"I can't help it. When I'm around you my body gets excited."
Beca snorted a laugh, "God you're such a weirdo."
"But I'm
your
weirdo," the redhead leaned in for another kiss.
"True. I wouldn't have put a ring on it if your brand of weird wasn't something I could handle." Beca smiled.
Chloe leaned in close, brushing a strand of dark brown hair back before leaning in to whisper in her fiancé's ear, "I
never
want you to get used to me. I want to be an unstoppable force that you don't fear. One that just the mere thought of me sends you into a tizzy."
Beca gulped. "You are."
Chloe pulled back, then smiled. "Good. I love you, baby."
Beca leaned up to kiss Chloe, "Love you too."
Chloe smiled into the kiss. The two women hugged each other like their life depended on it. One final embrace to tide them over until they see each other again.
"Besides," Chloe began once she broke the kiss, "You won't be all alone. You and Dar can hang out."
"Oh, joy" Beca rolled her eyes.
Her fiancée's twin was seldom around these days. With all three of their work schedules clashing it wasn't often they got to see each other. They do, however, frequently bump into Darla's stable of girl-toys in various states of undress parading around their house; Beca jokes that the redhead is turning their home into the Playboy Mansion. Because, like Beca, Darla identified as lesbian. It shocked Grace Beale, Darla and Chloe's mom, that both her daughters identified as queer women; Chloe being the pansexual one. She quickly came around to the notion and accepted her daughters, assuring them that nothing they did or said could ever make their momma love them any less.
"I heard that, Mitchell." Darla suddenly appeared. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt and nothing else save for her rainbow pride wristband. She frantically leaned into the refrigerator and was rummaging around for something.
"You okay Dar?" Chloe asked.
"Oh, I'm fine, but Jenny is hypoglycemic. I need a Gatorade or a Coke. Or, ugh, something."
Beca's eyes widened. "Dude, you fucked the sugar out of her?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, definitely impressed.
"Are you doubting my skills?"
"Never," Beca said.
"Play nice you two," Chloe teased, to which Darla and Beca rolled their eyes.
Chloe planted one final affectionate kiss on her fiancée's lips before she scurried out the door. "Be good and no touching yourself while I'm gone," she reminded the brunette.
Beca sighed. She was in for a long ten days.
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Six days went by and Beca found herself missing her fiancée a little more each day. She found herself missing Chloe's voice, her smell, her body pressed against her own while they slept, oh man, definitely her body.
Yup, Beca missed that in every form.
Darla did her best to make sure her future sister-in-law was taking care of herself. Remembering to eat, not getting lost in her head. Hell, Beca even succumbed to playing
Scrabble
with the redhead.
Her patience was thinner than usual today and a couple of junior producers and interns bore the brunt of it, which didn't sit well with Beca. So the brunette made a mental note to take them out to a fancy restaurant for lunch one day and pick up the tab.
The guilty thoughts went away as soon as Beca approached the garage door and swore she heard the faint sound of someone grunting.
She pushed the door open and...realized she probably shouldn't have.
Darla Beale was bent over on the kitchen island. Naked save for a red and black flannel shirt, while a woman with cropped blue hair and a nose ring thrust into her from behind.
"Who the fuck are you?" the unknown woman asked, looking at Beca then down at her partner who seemed surprised rather than confused.
Darla realized she wouldn't get her release unless she cleared things up, and, alright, it was probably the least she could do. "She's my sister's fiancée," she sighed. "Didn't expect you to be home this early," Darla looked up at Beca, who noted the disappointment and frustrated expression on her face.
Beca scratched the back of her head, "Yeah. Sorry," was all she could muster. Her eyes drifted down to the purple phallus between the stranger's legs, the one which just so happened to be buried deep inside her future sister-in-law and she couldn't help but clench her thighs together and not be reminded just how fucking horny she is right now. How keyed up she'd been for nearly an entire week.
It didn't help matters any when the feisty music producer realized Darla was getting fucked on the same counter that, despite her best efforts, Beca could not refrain from getting turned on every time she looked at. She remembered, quite vividly, what the three of them shared that night a couple of years ago on that counter. How the Beale twins played her body like a piano, fulfilling a carnal fantasy she never knew she had until it stared her right in the face. Beca still had the videos saved on her phone, and some nights, she'll be sitting in her office at the studio, looking over her shoulder to make sure nobody is watching her, even though it's
her
office and nobody else is in there, and press the play button just to lose herself in the recollection
.
Moisture was pooling between her legs, and Beca knew she had to get out of that room and fast.
Annoyed, Darla looked over her shoulder and wiggled the lower half of her body, "Why did you stop? I didn't tell you to stop, Megan. Now grab my tits and fuck me like a proper lady!" she reminded her partner who sighed. Then upon quickly collecting her thoughts, she reached for Darla's breasts and resumed vigorously thrusting into the redhead.
"I'm just going to head upstairs," Beca said, "To my uhh bedroom," she quickly added, watching the redheads' nipples spill through the blue-haired woman's hands which were too small to properly cup them. The music producer knew she was enjoying the fuck, despite being devoid of intimacy or passion. Beca knew that was how Darla sometimes preferred her sex. Still, the brunette couldn't help but feel bad for her future sister-in-law. Darla deserved a special someone who could enrich her life physically, emotionally, and sexually; as Chloe did for Beca.
"Appreciate it," Darla said through gritted teeth and hooded eyes. "Unless you wanna stand there and watch us?" she smirked. But the brunette didn't hear Darla at first, she stood there, licking her lips before she caught herself.
Beca shook her head then scurried out of the kitchen past the cacophony of skin slapping and frenzied grunts of "oh, fuck" which filled the home until the brunette shut her bedroom door.
Once she made it to her bedroom, Beca slammed the door shut and pulled out her phone.
Beca
:
Ugh. Your sister is getting fucked on our counter.
Chloe: Wow. Is it hot?
