#with my hands of course sdkdnjk but i had to incorporate the prompt in here somehow didn't i?

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Hello! Numero 2 from misc when you can, please. Thank you!

i have just recovered from being on the brink of death due to the effects of the booster shot, so here you guys go!

(ofc i would be inspired while sitting on the floor trying not to get sick right? skjhdjkhk)

As soon as Chloe had gotten wind of the fact that Beca was feeling less than her usual adorable snarky self, she had dropped everything and just about ran from the campus library to burst through the Bellas house door.

Beca had taken one look at her from her curled up position on her bed when Chloe stepped into her bedroom, groaned, and reached for her with that glazed over pleading look on her face.

Of course Chloe had made a sympathetic sound in the back of her throat that resembled a dry sob, rushed over to crawl onto the mattress, and taken Beca's head and put in her lap. She had almost jumped with how warm Beca's skin felt, running her fingers through sweaty brown locks as her back leaned against the headboard.

"I'm dying," Beca had mumbled into the front of her shirt, after readjusting her body so that it laid horizontal on her twin sized bed. Chloe felt her sigh, watched as Beca closed her eyes and released a small cough before snuggling even closer, "Would you be sad if I died?"

Her words were breathless, hoarse, so incredibly soft like it took all of Beca's energy to do anything else but breathe. Chloe had made to swing her legs over the edge to get to the bottle of water she'd seen on Beca's desk on the other side of the room, but was stopped with a scorching hot hand on her thigh. She'd swallowed, sat back down, and resumed on her ministrations in Beca's hair.

"Devastated," she'd said, playing along, because there was no point in arguing that Beca is in fact, not dying, in her current state, and because her response pulled from the brunette a tired smile, "I would be devastated."

"'Kay." Beca traced the lines of Chloe's other hand as Chloe wiped the perspiration from her forehead, "Then I won't."

She'd chuckled, pressed her lips to the furrow of Beca's brows, and suggested that they watch a movie or something so Beca could nap and sleep off the worst of her fever.

"Tangled. I want to watch Tangled." It was the first time that Beca had agreed to the viewing of any film at all without at least a disgruntled grumble, and Chloe's heart had squeezed in affection and pain in light of the realization. Beca's laptop was found, Amazon prime pulled up, and it was within minutes when Beca started to doze off, the animated characters on the screen streaming a muted glow across her cheeks as her jaw goes slack.

Chloe was afraid to pause the movie in case the cut off of the background noise would cause Beca to stir, so she just tucked the blankets tighter around Beca's stomach, turned the volume down just a tad, and went back to stroking Beca's messy locks. She had discovered long ago that it was a thing that Beca "doesn't mind that much when she does it," and it was in that position that she still finds herself in an hour later when she hears the rest of the Bellas arrive from downstairs.

Chloe slows, kisses the tip of Beca's nose when she huffs out a weak but still sleepy breath, and- as gently as she could so as not to startle Beca- gets out of the bed so she could walk to the hallway bathroom. She wets a paper towel, folds it, and places it on Beca's forehead before venturing back out to tell the Bellas to hush from the top of the stairs.

"Beca's sick," she whispers, when everyone has gone silent, tilting thier heads in question, "She's sleeping right now and I would need for you all to be quiet for at least another couple of hours."

"Hours?" Stacie has replied with an overdramatic gasp, though it quickly turns into a genuine worried frown at Chloe's soft glare, "Is she okay?"

"I really hope she will be," she says with a bite of her lip, leaning on her elbows on the railing, "Her fever usually always go down after some much needed rest. Think she's just been stressed lately, again, what with competitions and work and classes and stuff."

Everybody nods, eyeing at one another, a picture of concern and relief that it isn't due to something much more serious. Beca gets elevated body temperature sometimes when her body couldn't handle the stress of her everyday life. It's an event that has been recurring much more frequent than before those past few weeks.

"I want to see her," Fat Amy says, already on the bottom step, "I bet she looks like a baby with her face all pink and blotched like that."

Chloe doesn't have much a choice except to make Amy swear to be quiet, leading the way to the door that she had left slightly cracked. She nudges it fully open, smiling at the photo that Amy quickly snaps as soon as she is within range.

She points to her phone on Beca's nightstand, indicating that she wants the photo to be shared.

Fat Amy gives her an agreeing snort before walking over to the sleeping Bella. Beca really does resemble a baby. A sick but perfect one.

"What are you doing?"

Fat Amy is balancing herself with a hand on Beca's bedpost, poking Beca's curled form with a tentative foot.

Chloe hurries over, about to drag Amy away when Beca suddenly lashes out, the paper towel falling from her forehead into the sheets below as she slaps at the toe that had just been digging into her side.

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

Amy laughs, Beca's dark blue gaze burning into her like molten fire, and Chloe scowls, shoving Amy to the side so she can get to her friend.

Her friend that she is beginning to feel like is turning into a crush, but that is an affliction to be dealt with later, in the safety of her own thoughts.

"How are you feeling?" she asks, the skin of her palm tingling with the warmth still radiating from Beca's body. She brushes two knuckles down Beca's cheeks, noting the flutter of Beca's eyelashes as she leans into the touch.

"A lot better, Chlo." Beca grins, the glaze in her eyes earlier now a clear sparkle. She laces their fingers together, using it as leverage to pull Chloe closer. Chloe lurches as her legs collide with the edge of the bed. She's suddenly hovering over Beca, her hands on either side of her face, one landing on a white pillow. "Thanks."

Chloe blinks, hearing Amy groan something about how Bloe could even happen in the sickest of times, before leaving them alone. She drops her attention to Beca's mouth, breath hitching in her throat as she watches it part, extremely aware of the fact that her knee is now inches away from the apex of Beca's thighs. "It was no problem."

Their interlocked fingers shift further up the mattress, Chloe lowering further as it goes, and then the heat is overwhelming as Chloe wonders whether it is due to Beca's now receding fever or her own flushing complexion, "I really, really appreciated it." They are now about to undoubtedly kiss, Chloe's brain kicking into overdrive at the notion that she is really going to find out what Beca's lips are like against her own without the chance to figure out if she is actually harboring a crush, even though she could already feel the answer pulsing down her chest and into her navel, "Like, so much. I really wouldn't have minded if I died with my head in her lap and your hands in my hair."

"You weren't gonna die," is the last words spoken as Beca's mouth melts into hers. It heats for a fraction of a second, both of them tilting for a different angle, before Chloe pulls away, saying that Beca still needs to rest before she licks her tongue into her mouth.

"Fine," Beca pouts, pressing one last kiss to the corner of Chloe's lips in her reluctance to agree. Then she grumbles, laying an arm across the forefront of her eyes,

"Did Amy really have to poke me with her foot to get me to wake up?"

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Hello! Numero 2 from misc when you can, please. Thank you!

i have just recovered from being on the brink of death due to the effects of the booster shot, so here you guys go!

(ofc i would be inspired while sitting on the floor trying not to get sick right? skjhdjkhk)

As soon as Chloe had gotten wind of the fact that Beca was feeling less than her usual adorable snarky self, she had dropped everything and just about ran from the campus library to burst through the Bellas house door.

Beca had taken one look at her from her curled up position on her bed when Chloe stepped into her bedroom, groaned, and reached for her with that glazed over pleading look on her face.

Of course Chloe had made a sympathetic sound in the back of her throat that resembled a dry sob, rushed over to crawl onto the mattress, and taken Beca's head and put in her lap. She had almost jumped with how warm Beca's skin felt, running her fingers through sweaty brown locks as her back leaned against the headboard.

"I'm dying," Beca had mumbled into the front of her shirt, after readjusting her body so that it laid horizontal on her twin sized bed. Chloe felt her sigh, watched as Beca closed her eyes and released a small cough before snuggling even closer, "Would you be sad if I died?"

Her words were breathless, hoarse, so incredibly soft like it took all of Beca's energy to do anything else but breathe. Chloe had made to swing her legs over the edge to get to the bottle of water she'd seen on Beca's desk on the other side of the room, but was stopped with a scorching hot hand on her thigh. She'd swallowed, sat back down, and resumed on her ministrations in Beca's hair.

"Devastated," she'd said, playing along, because there was no point in arguing that Beca is in fact, not dying, in her current state, and because her response pulled from the brunette a tired smile, "I would be devastated."

"'Kay." Beca traced the lines of Chloe's other hand as Chloe wiped the perspiration from her forehead, "Then I won't."

She'd chuckled, pressed her lips to the furrow of Beca's brows, and suggested that they watch a movie or something so Beca could nap and sleep off the worst of her fever.

"Tangled. I want to watch Tangled." It was the first time that Beca had agreed to the viewing of any film at all without at least a disgruntled grumble, and Chloe's heart had squeezed in affection and pain in light of the realization. Beca's laptop was found, Amazon prime pulled up, and it was within minutes when Beca started to doze off, the animated characters on the screen streaming a muted glow across her cheeks as her jaw goes slack.

Chloe was afraid to pause the movie in case the cut off of the background noise would cause Beca to stir, so she just tucked the blankets tighter around Beca's stomach, turned the volume down just a tad, and went back to stroking Beca's messy locks. She had discovered long ago that it was a thing that Beca "doesn't mind that much when she does it," and it was in that position that she still finds herself in an hour later when she hears the rest of the Bellas arrive from downstairs.

Chloe slows, kisses the tip of Beca's nose when she huffs out a weak but still sleepy breath, and- as gently as she could so as not to startle Beca- gets out of the bed so she could walk to the hallway bathroom. She wets a paper towel, folds it, and places it on Beca's forehead before venturing back out to tell the Bellas to hush from the top of the stairs.

"Beca's sick," she whispers, when everyone has gone silent, tilting thier heads in question, "She's sleeping right now and I would need for you all to be quiet for at least another couple of hours."

"Hours?" Stacie has replied with an overdramatic gasp, though it quickly turns into a genuine worried frown at Chloe's soft glare, "Is she okay?"

"I really hope she will be," she says with a bite of her lip, leaning on her elbows on the railing, "Her fever usually always go down after some much needed rest. Think she's just been stressed lately, again, what with competitions and work and classes and stuff."

Everybody nods, eyeing at one another, a picture of concern and relief that it isn't due to something much more serious. Beca gets elevated body temperature sometimes when her body couldn't handle the stress of her everyday life. It's an event that has been recurring much more frequent than before those past few weeks.

"I want to see her," Fat Amy says, already on the bottom step, "I bet she looks like a baby with her face all pink and blotched like that."

Chloe doesn't have much a choice except to make Amy swear to be quiet, leading the way to the door that she had left slightly cracked. She nudges it fully open, smiling at the photo that Amy quickly snaps as soon as she is within range.

She points to her phone on Beca's nightstand, indicating that she wants the photo to be shared.

Fat Amy gives her an agreeing snort before walking over to the sleeping Bella. Beca really does resemble a baby. A sick but perfect one.

"What are you doing?"

Fat Amy is balancing herself with a hand on Beca's bedpost, poking Beca's curled form with a tentative foot.

Chloe hurries over, about to drag Amy away when Beca suddenly lashes out, the paper towel falling from her forehead into the sheets below as she slaps at the toe that had just been digging into her side.

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

Amy laughs, Beca's dark blue gaze burning into her like molten fire, and Chloe scowls, shoving Amy to the side so she can get to her friend.

Her friend that she is beginning to feel like is turning into a crush, but that is an affliction to be dealt with later, in the safety of her own thoughts.

"How are you feeling?" she asks, the skin of her palm tingling with the warmth still radiating from Beca's body. She brushes two knuckles down Beca's cheeks, noting the flutter of Beca's eyelashes as she leans into the touch.

"A lot better, Chlo." Beca grins, the glaze in her eyes earlier now a clear sparkle. She laces their fingers together, using it as leverage to pull Chloe closer. Chloe lurches as her legs collide with the edge of the bed. She's suddenly hovering over Beca, her hands on either side of her face, one landing on a white pillow. "Thanks."

Chloe blinks, hearing Amy groan something about how Bloe could even happen in the sickest of times, before leaving them alone. She drops her attention to Beca's mouth, breath hitching in her throat as she watches it part, extremely aware of the fact that her knee is now inches away from the apex of Beca's thighs. "It was no problem."

Their interlocked fingers shift further up the mattress, Chloe lowering further as it goes, and then the heat is overwhelming as Chloe wonders whether it is due to Beca's now receding fever or her own flushing complexion, "I really, really appreciated it." They are now about to undoubtedly kiss, Chloe's brain kicking into overdrive at the notion that she is really going to find out what Beca's lips are like against her own without the chance to figure out if she is actually harboring a crush, even though she could already feel the answer pulsing down her chest and into her navel, "Like, so much. I really wouldn't have minded if I died with my head in her lap and your hands in my hair."

"You weren't gonna die," is the last words spoken as Beca's mouth melts into hers. It heats for a fraction of a second, both of them tilting for a different angle, before Chloe pulls away, saying that Beca still needs to rest before she licks hebr tongue into her mouth.

"Fine," Beca pouts, pressing one last kiss to the corner of Chloe's lips in her reluctance to agree. Then she grumbles, laying an arm across the forefront of her eyes,

"Did Amy really have to poke me with her foot to get me to wake up?"