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Beca doesn’t do this. Really.
Never in her life has she jumped into bed with someone after just meeting them. Especially not a woman someone.
And yet here she is in the back of a private car with her legs spread open and the face of a blonde goddess between them.
“Fuck!” she screamed out as her orgasm washed over her in powerful waves. Her nails gripped the expensive leather interior and her head slammed into the side of the car.
She doesn’t do this. Promise.
But as the blonde goddess smirked up at her, face glistening with Beca, she doesn’t regret a second of it.
“Tiny maus has quite the vocal range. I’m impressed.”
Her voice was low and sultry, and really that just isn’t fair.
Beca growled. She doesn’t even know this woman’s name. All she knows is that she is the enemy, the leader of DSM, someone who pretentiously goes by the title “Kommissar.”
And, after being caught in her gaze at the car show, that she is complete and utter perfection.
Closing the gap between them, Beca’s teeth find her neck at the same time as her hand finds her zipper.
As they drive through the city to get to the Kommissar’s place and Beca thrusts into her again and again, loving the way she writhes underneath her, Beca allows herself a moment of reflection.
Beca doesn’t do this. But maybe, just maybe, she should try it more often.
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Beca woke up the next morning to find herself in a strange bed in a strange room with a stranger spooning her from behind. Though, she allowed her mind to wonder, can someone who made you climax five times in one night really be considered a stranger?
That’s a question for another time.
She stumbled out of bed and looked around for her pants, hoping that her phone was inside. Finding them not too far from the bed, she picked them up and took out her phone, which was blissfully still over 50% charged.
There were a million missed calls and texts from Chloe, which she ignored for the time being, and one text from Amy.
Yo DJB, u want to meet up for coffee? i hooked up with this rando hotto last nite and could use the fuel b4 facing the wrath of red. im near shox.
Beca pulled up her maps and saw that she was only a two minute walk from Shox, so she shot Amy a reply.
Totally. I’m not too far from there either. Want to shoot for 9?
It was currently 8, which meant that Beca would have time to shower before heading out.
Golden. See u soon.
“Tiny maus. Up so early?”
Beca turned around and was met with a sight that surely only belonged in heaven. Kommissar was sitting up in bed, completely nude, with sex tousled hair. But it was the way she was looking at Beca that made her heart stop.
She was looking at Beca with an expression that could only be described as hungry. And goddammit if Beca didn’t want to be eaten alive.
“Apparently my roommate wants to meet up for coffee in an hour. I guess she hooked up with some dude not too far from here last night. Like me. Well, you’re not a dude. You’re definitely not a dude, you’re a fucking goddess. Like-”
Beca stopped her rambling when the Kommissar grinned at her and ran her tongue along her teeth from canine to canine. She moved off of the bed incredibly slowly before padding over to where Beca stood.
Lifting her hand up, she cupped Beca’s cheek and leaned down to whisper in the opposite ear.
“Well then it sounds like I need to use my hour wisely, no?”
Gulping, Beca nodded and allowed herself to be pulled in the direction of the bathroom. When they got to the bathroom door her brain stopped short circuiting and she had a somewhat embarrassing thought.
“I kind of just realized that I don’t know your name.”
The Kommissar threw her head back and laughed openly as she turned on the shower. “It’s Luisa, liebling.”
“Luisa.” Beca whispered it in awe, enraptured by the naked beauty that stood before her.
“Ja. Now, I wonder how many times I can make you scream it in the next hour.” Luisa said as she pulled Beca into the shower with her.
The answer? Quite a few.
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An hour later found Beca fully dressed and standing in front of Luisa, who had slipped on only a thin robe. To be more accurate, and hour later found Beca trying to look anywhere but at Luisa in a thin robe, because she was trying to leave and that sight definitely didn’t encourage that goal.
“Don’t mind Pieter if you see him on your way out. He’s my roommate this trip.”
“Pieter. Which one is he?”
“My second in command. Tall, dark hair, annoying, childish… called you a troll?”
Recognition flared in Beca’s eyes before she narrowed them and huffed in annoyance. “Oh yeah, that one.”
Luisa smiled at her irritation before holding out her hand and saying “Give me your phone.”
Beca slipped it out of her pocket and handed it over without question. Luisa’s thumbs tapped away across the screen for a minute before she handed it back with a soft smile.
“There. Now the tiny maus has my number and added me on snapchat. I am sure we will meet again”
Beca slid her phone into her pocket and smirked at Luisa, a sudden rush of confidence surging through her. “Oh we’ll definitely meet again. And next time you’re going to be the one screaming my name.”
Arching an eyebrow perfectly, Luisa’s lips turned up at the corners. “And what name would that be? Sprite? Troll? Maus?”
Huffing in annoyance, Beca turned and walked out of Luisa’s room and into the common area of the apartment. Luisa’s laugh echoed out after her, and suddenly she felt a hand around her wrist spinning her around.
Once again mere inches from Luisa, Beca lost every ability to be annoyed. Or to think.
“Now now liebling, no need to get huffy on me.” Luisa leaned down to whisper in Beca’s ear. “I would be honored to scream your name, Beca.”
In another surge of confidence, which Beca had never gotten before and really warranted some investigation, Beca turned and captured Luisa’s lips in a kiss.
The kiss quickly turned intense and Luisa backed Beca up until her butt hit the back of a couch, and then she grabbed her thighs and hoisted her up so she was sitting on it. Beca moaned into the kiss and tightened her legs around Luisa’s waist.
And then, just as Luisa detached from Beca’s mouth and started attacking her neck, a voice sounded from across the room.
“Beca!?!”
A distinct, Australian voice.
“Amy?!?”
Beca hopped off the couch and turned around, and sure enough Amy looked like she had just stumbled her way out of the other room. Pieter’s room.
“Beca Mitchell!” Amy, despite her clearly dishevelled appearance, still managed to sound accusatory. “What are you doing fraternizing with the enemy? Shame on you.”
The effect of her speech was somewhat negated by the fact that she tripped on her way out of the room, but Beca was too shocked to fixate on that.
“Me? Speak for yourself dude!”
“Phh, I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”
Beca, now disentangled from Luisa, who was watching the exchange with no small bit of amusement, stood with her hands on her hips and glared at Amy. Finally, after about ten seconds, Amy cracked.
“Ugh, fine. You caught me! Can we agree never to tell Chloe?”
Rolling her eyes, Beca said “Obviously. Now let’s go get coffee.”
As Amy disentangled herself from the jacket she was trying and failing to put on, Beca turned to look at Luisa. Who was still in her infuriatingly thin robe.
“It’s really not fair for someone to look like that, you know.”
Luisa smirked and glanced down at herself. “Like what, maus?”
“Like- Like a German goddess, that’s what!” Beca blushed and sputtered.
“Thank you.” Luisa stepped toward Beca, leaned down, and gave her a lingering kiss. “I do enjoy when compliments are leaving your mouth. Not as much as I enjoy your mouth doing other things, of course…”
Beca blushed again and Amy called out “Yeah, so I did not need to hear that. Just saying.”
“Go with your friend, Beca. You have my information, and I very much look forward to our next… encounter.”
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“Either of you want to tell me where you were last night?”
In retrospect, Beca and Amy really should have used their coffee stop to come up with a cover story. As it was, Amy used it to grill Beca about Luisa and Beca used it trying to avoid Amy’s questions.
So here they were, standing in front of every member of the Bellas, led by an angry Chloe.
“Bowling?” Beca cursed her improv skills the second the word was out of her mouth. Bowling? Really?
Chloe had the same thought because she just glared at Beca before turning her look onto Amy. “Amy?”
Amy glanced around nervously before panicking and saying “Having sex with-”
Beca cut her off by yelling “Dude!”
Still looking nervous, Amy finished by saying “...each other?”
Dropping her head into her hands, Beca sighed deeply. “You could have said literally anything else.”
Shocked by Amy’s statement, Chloe raised a hand to silence the rest of the Bellas. “So it’s true? You two were having sex with each other?”
Beca glared at Amy, who sighed in exasperation. “No, I lied. Shocking, I know. I am not a lover of the ladies.”
Nodding, Chloe said “Yeah, obviously, and neither is Beca. So what were you actually doing?”
Nobody noticed the way Beca flushed, and she might have been able to get away with it if Amy hadn’t said “Something about that statement was not factual…” and looked at Beca.
Turning to look at the now furiously blushing Beca, Chloe arched an eyebrow. “Beca?”
Faced with an angry Chloe, Beca did the only thing she could. Told the truth. “I might be kind of really gay.” Her words all ran together in a jumble, but there was no mistaking what she said.
“You what!?!”
“Why didn’t you tell us?
“Called it!”
The Bellas all chimed in with various, and if you asked Beca entirely unnecessary, commentary. Chloe was mostly confused and looked between Beca and Amy. “So you were having sex with Amy last night? But you guys share a room here, why didn’t you just come back?”
“No!! I was not having sex.” Beca trailed off before mumble adding “With Amy.”
“Then who were you having sex with?”
Recognizing a lost cause and not seeing any way through the wall of Bellas in front of her, Beca sighed. “The roommate of the guy Amy was having sex with…”
Cynthia Rose, in her favorite subject matter, jumped in. “Ooh, what’s her name?”
“Luisa” Beca mumbled.
“And how’d you meet?” Cynthia Rose practically sung the question and the other Bellas looked just as interested, making Beca exceedingly nervous.
“Guys this really isn’t that interesting of a story.” Beca looked side to side for an escape route when she saw that somehow in all of the commotion Amy had managed to make it nearly to the stairs. “No. Amy, get back here! You’re not making me go through this alone!”
Amy, her escape plan thwarted, merely shrugged and looked back at Beca. “You’re the one with the dramatic coming out scene right now Becs. I just hooked up with some hot German. Not exactly news on my end.”
“German?” Chloe’s voice was icy and Beca gulped in fear, backing up until her back was pressed into the front door. “Did you...did you hook up with a member of DSM?”
“No!” Chloe’s glare intensified and she took another step toward Beca. “Maybe?”
Suddenly Beca’s phone pinged in her pocket and she pulled it out, hopeful for some kind of excuse to leave the house. Of course, Chloe was close enough to read the screen. And of course, her screen showed that she had received a snap from Luisa.
“Show us, Becs. Show us which German tour stealer is worth betraying your family for.”
The Bellas had tightened their ranks and were now in a semi-circle, trapping Beca in place. “It might be inappropriate, no!”
“We’re not letting you go until you show us which one she is, Beca.”
Beca looked around for Amy, hoping for some backup, but Amy was nowhere to be found. Sighing, she tapped her phone and opened the snap from Luisa, shielding it from the Bellas in case it actually was inappropriate.
Unfortunately for her it was just a normal selfie of Luisa in her Kommissar practice gear, which was really just black everything. Holding her breath, Beca turned her phone around and showed the Bellas the picture.
For a few heartbeats the silence was so complete that you could’ve heard a pin drop, but then chaos reigned.
“She’s their leader!!”
“You hooked up with the Kommissar!?!”
“Are you insane?!”
Cynthia Rose broke off from the crowd to give Beca a fist bump and say “Nice.”
Cynthia Rose’s movement seemed to break everyone out of their initial freak out, which unfortunately made Beca the center of their attention again.
Beca cowered back against the door and swallowed hard. “Amy hooked up with Pieter! That’s just as bad, right?”
When nobody replied she gulped harder. “Right?”