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All Around Me Are Familiar Faces {Chapter 2/?}

“Beca, where the hell have you been?” An aggravated ginger greeted her at the door of the rehearsal space, her arms folded, trying to look annoyed.

Beca dumped her bag onto a chair and sighed, shrugging. “Sorry, sorry. I had a late night at the studio, and Jesse and I went out for drinks after, so  I overslept, and I spilled coffee on someone, and it’s just been a fast morning. But let’s go, we have a set to work on, aca-bitches.” The brunette clapped her hands, rounding up the rest of the Bella’s and beginning rehearsal.

Rehearsal was slow. Beca tried to focus on the set, but her notes were off and her pitch was wrong, and she tripped over her own feet twice. Something was definitely wrong, and it didn’t get past most of the Bella’s. “Beca, what’s going on? You missed your cue, twice.” Chloe asked, raising an expectant eyebrow at the small DJ during their lunch break.

“Yeah, you’re more distracted than Fat Amy at a buffet.” Emily pointed out.

“Legacy and the other half of Bloe are right. And you look terrible.” Fat Amy added from her place in a chair.

“Okay, thank you.” Beca shushed them, putting her hands up in defense. She ran a hand through her hair with a sigh, leaning against the stage. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just stressed. Vance has me helping him with an album for this mixer he’s throwing for Rihanna, I’ve been at the studio late every night.” She groaned, throwing her head in her hands. Hopefully it was excuse the group could buy; because it sure as hell wasn’t the truth.

For the past few hours, all that was running through Beca’s mind was the image of the Kommissar. Long, muscle toned legs clad in leather pants, her white shirt showing off her body in all the right places, and her face, oh god her face. The Bella shook her head clean, scolding herself for thinking that way. Her and Jesse had been together since college, that was almost a year and a half, in addition to the first four years of college. “Beca? Beca!”

“Huh?” Beca looked up from the ground, completely oblivious to the conversation going on around her.

“I think you need to go home. Get some sleep.” Chloe insisted, walking over to her bag and grabbing her car keys. “Here, take my car. I don’t want you falling asleep in the street and getting run over.” She assured, handing Beca the keys. “We’ll finish the set with Emily and fill you in later. Go relax.” Chloe pushed, giving Beca a light glare before smiling sweetly and ushering her out the door.

Beca began to protest, but was ignored as Chloe pushed her towards the exit.

Climbing into the drivers seat, Beca sat in quiet for a moment before pulling her phone from her pocket. She unlocked it and was greeted with the Kommissar’s contact information. A smile tugged at her lips while nerves settled into her stomach. Her fingers tapped on the small chat bubble icon, and the new message screen popped up. Beca’s fingers nervously slid across the keyboard as she typed out her message, reading it over once, twice, three times before sending it. ‘How about that coffee tonight?’ She knew she probably should’ve gone home and taken Chloe’s advice, maybe curl up with Jesse and watch a movie until she fell asleep. But after only spending a few moments with the woman, she found that she wanted to spend a lot more.

It was only a few minutes before her phone buzzed, and Beca took a deep breath before opening up the message. A blush swept over her cheeks as her eyes ran over the words. ‘Only if you promise to take me home after. ;)’ The message was instantly followed by another. ‘I’m kidding, coffee sounds great. Hailee’s?’

Beca felt herself get flustered at the woman’s words, swallowing hard before her fingers began to work again. ‘Sounds great  See you soon.’

‘I’ll be the tall one.’

She laughed at the last message, before putting her phone to the side and starting the car up. Just as she pulled out into the roads, traffic began to build up, and she cursed out loud, rolling her eyes. To calm herself down, she plugged her phone into the stereo system, lowly playing one of her mixes for Vance’s mixer, and taking a deep breath.

It felt like a million years before her eyes began to droop, and she fought vigorously to keep sleep away from her. But she felt the clouds of exhaustion looming over her, and already once did her head hit the steering wheel as she dozed off. Traffic hadn’t lightened up, she’d only moved a few inches. Finally, she stupidly allowed her eyes to close in relief.

A car horn ripped Beca from her sleep, and out of alarm, she slammed her foot down onto the accelerator. Thankfully, there was no car in front of her, but as she raced forward, she jerked her hands to the right in order to avoid a vehicle, and her car swerved in the same direction. 

The passengers door caved in as she slammed the car into the side of lamp post, her head forcefully crashing into the drivers window. She felt the glass shatter beneath her skull, and soon blood rushed down the side of her face. 

Outside of her car, the same vehicle that she’d tried so hard to avoid, a Ford Bronco, collided head on with a black Ford Fusion.

The sounds were paralyzing; people in the streets stopped in their paths, feeling as if all they could was watch. It took a few moments before the scene was over, the Ford Fusion and Bronco laying in heaps in the center. Beca could only look through her blooded vision at the accident, her own voice silenced by the tragedy that she’d caused. Although she couldn’t feel it, her fingers fumbled with the door of the drivers side, and she threw herself out of it.

A crowd had gathered at the large scene, surveying the two cars and searching for survivors. Beca, ignoring the blood and pain in her head, blindly ran over to the crowd, pushing her way through. “Move. Move!” She screamed, her voice high pitched, cracking. Glass scattered the cement, and she could see small pools of blood forming. Perhaps it was her vision, the blood from her own head trickling down faster and faster down her face. She prayed that’s what it was as people worked to clear the debris, desperately searching for any signs of life, while most people knew that any chance of survival was slim to none.

Somebody grabbed her gently by the shoulders, and Beca began to thrash around, screaming as she was pulled away from the sight. “No! No!” She shrieked as she fought against the grip, salty tears running down her cheeks, and she couldn’t tell them from her blood. She managed to release herself from the strong arms around her, falling to the ground and scrambling towards the wreck. 

She could already hear an ambulance in the distance, but the pounding in her ears blocked it out as she climbed through the crowd. When she finally came upon the scene, it took her a few moments to register what was happening.

In the Bronco, a man, perhaps in his late fifties, sat in the passengers seat. He looked dazed, as if in a trance, but thankfully, alive. Blood clotted all over his face, it seemed that parts of it were missing. 

In the Fusion, Beca could just barely make out a mangled, large body hanging outside the windshield, a head of beautiful, wavy blonde hair falling over the side. The body was shaking, as if the woman was crying. Muffled sounds could be heard, and it seemed that the woman was crying. Blood seeped down the woman’s body from the waist up, pooling out onto the concrete. And on her shirt, just barely managed to be seen through all the blood, was a large coffee stain.

The ringing in Beca’s ears was equal to that of an explosion of an atomic bomb, and in another moment, pain rippled through her head before a flash of white penetrated her vision. Her head slammed to the pavement as she lost consciousness.

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Piercings & Tattoos

~Prompt: Kommissar has a tattoo & Beca tries to find it. Bonus: Kommissar has an attraction to piercings Double bonus: fluff Triple bonus: angst

“No way,” Beca’s eyes widened at the Kommissar. “A tattoo? Where?!”

The blonde smirked. It was currently two in the morning after Worlds and neither of them were particularly drunk. Instead they had both chosen to skip the after party along with a handful of others. Some people were doing some night touring, others were on dates, and Kommissar and Beca? They were sitting in the hallway of the hotel their groups stayed at talking.

At first it had been rather awkward until the blonde pulled out a bottle of whiskey and they took turns drinking. Not enough to be drunk just enough to loosen up a bit. The brunette had made the decision not to join the party when Jesse told her he’d be going. It was bad. Really bad. Recently Beca had been trying to find the right time to break up with him and the plan was to do it after Worlds when they got back but nope. Jesse had to come and support her.

The blonde had made her decision immediately. Not in the mood to be with her team. Yes she enjoyed DSM, yes she enjoyed being a leader. But that was the issue. With DSM she was only a leader. Nothing more nothing less. To everyone except Pieter she was just a bossy, intimidating, blonde German. Pieter was a high school friend. In fact he was her only friend.

When they had crashed into each other after Worlds Beca was determined to talk to the blonde and learn to gloat and be confident. Turns out Beca just got angry and ended up complimenting Kommissar who did nothing but smirked and brushed it off. When Beca had been able to form the question “How do you stay so calm? Does everyone you meet just flatter you?” That had started the process of getting to know each other. Both of them changing into comfy clothes and meeting up in the spot they currently sat in to play something like twenty questions.

There was light, good natured humor in the air and Beca found herself slightly breathless at the sight of the beautiful German woman with her hair down, eyes twinkling with happiness, and her posture carefree. No longer a tense infuriatingly gorgeous goddess just a beautiful woman that was so much more than her looks. Beca appreciated this.

Kommissar, on the other hand, was having a great time having another person other than Pieter to talk to. She loved her friend greatly but it was nice to get to know a new person and talk girl things. As odd as it sounds she found it difficult to talk about some things with him because of his gender. A few topics he just couldn’t really understand, likewise she couldn’t always understand a guy’s troubles but she was there to listen at best.

“Yes a tattoo. And no you don’t get to know where it is.” Kommissar smiled and watched the other girl’s eyes widen slightly in shock. Kommissar took the time to admire Beca’s eyes. She was always a fan of green eyes and although Beca’s certainly weren’t green, they sort of looked like they were tinted with a light green. Kommissar found it fascinating how Beca’s eyes seemed a little blue, a little grey, a little green, and mostly brown all at once.

“Will you at least tell me what it is? Pleassse?” Beca whined.

Kommissar laughed, “Perhaps one day.”

“We don’t have many days left so you might as well just tell me.” Beca tells her.

Kommissar sighs, “Anything else you want to know because I have a feeling that this is going to be this is probably going to be a long conversation.”

The sudden seriousness of the blonde slightly scarred Beca but she didn’t hesitate to ask, “Your name. What’s your real name because I can’t just refer to you as the Kommissar.”

“Luisa.” Kommissar answers easily.

“Luisa,” Beca tries the name and it tastes sweet in her mouth. Kommissar won’t admit it to anyone but the first time the name slips from Beca’s mouth, she actually finds she likes her own name for once.

“Anything else?” Luisa asks.

“Nope, so what is the tattoo?” Beca asks, bringing her knees in close to her chest and resting her chin on them.

“I have more than one.” Luisa adjusts herself so that she can turn around. She slips off her shirt to reveal a tattoo of a tiger head on her back. Its somewhat below her neck and not very big, maybe the size of Beca’s fist or slightly larger.

“Woah,” Beca’s hand moves of its own accord, brushing the smooth skin of Luisa’s back. Her fingers trace the tattoo and the blonde shivers due to the chill Beca’s fingers bring, goosebumps rising on her skin.

Beca’s eyes can’t seem to stop staring at Luisa’s back, eyes taking in the flawless skin until Luisa pulls back down her shirt. The blonde turns around and moves her left foot into the space between the two, sliding off her sock to reveal…

The brunette looks more confused than amused which makes Luisa less worried about showing off the next tattoo. On her ankle is a tiny picture of some angel wings and a halo. The words “heaven is for real” written in beautiful cursive underneath.

“Why?” Beca asks, her voice pure curiosity. Luisa silently thanks the gods that Beca isn’t being judgemental about it.

“Pieter dared me to do it,” Luisa waves it off. “My family is against religion completely. Thinking it is foolish and composed of myths, tall tales, and legends.” Luisa puts back on her sock and crosses her legs again. “So… Do you have any tattoos?”

Beca shakes her head. Wondering in the back of her mind why the blonde thought it would take so long. That took no time at all. “I do have a piercing though.”

Blue eyes noticeably darken and the blonde looks infatuated. “Where?” Beca swears her voice has dropped an octave lower.

“Umm… My belly button,” Beca stammers, wondering why Luisa looks so… aroused? Her brain makes the connection, a confident smile painting her lips. “Oh my gosh do you have a thing for piercings?”

Luisa nods, biting her lip. In two seconds the blonde has moved over to Beca and has pulled her to sit on her lap, the blonde kissing her fiercely and her fingers toying with Beca’s shirt before slipping under and toying with the piercing. Beca pulls back giggling a little. “If I had known a piercing would get this much out of you I would have told you about the others.”

The blonde’s eyes grow impossibly darker. “There are more?”

“God, woman, you are looking at me like you are ready to devour me.” Beca teases.

Luisa licks her lips slowly. “Because I am. Then they are going into Luisa’s room, fumbling into the bed. The blonde feels complete arousal but the calm part, the controlled part of her brain forces her to stop and just admire Beca, her finger still toying with the piercing.

"I apologize but I think now is the time you learn about the last tattoo.” Luisa tells her. She takes off her pants and watches Beca bite her lip. Then she takes the waistband of her underwear and slips it down slightly to reveal more words. Beca traces her thumb over them as she reads the words aloud.

“Never enough.”

Luisa’s expression is carefully composed and emotionless. Watching Beca take a few moments, her first instinct to be angry and then confused and then both.

“Why would you want this on your skin?” Beca demands.

The blonde swallows hard. “It was my sixteenth birthday present. My parents were strict. They would beat me and tell me I would never amount to anything. I was gay as well and they knew this but after a year of trying to beat it out of me they decided to ingrain the words into my memory.” Luisa’s voice shakes slightly as she speaks.

“They strapped me to a chair and printed these words onto my body. Telling me that if I wanted to mess around with someone of the same sex they would have to get over my imperfections. They said it would snap whoever I was with out of their delusions and that they would leave me. Just like everyone else.” Luisa’s voice has gotten lower and lower. Now almost to the point that she is whispering.

“I’m never enough. I will never be enough. I was never enough.” The words are spoken like a mantra, which Beca assumes they probably were at one point. “Now that reminder is with me every day.”

Luisa must see the saddened look on Beca’s face as she pulls back on her pants, climbing into the bed beside her to lay down and relax. “Don’t be sad about it. Its in the past maus.” The blonde tells her as though reading her mind.

“But… that’s not right!” Beca shouts. The blonde just shrugs and the brunette ends up pulling Luisa close, her head in the crook of the German’s neck.

“It’s not okay.” Beca whispers into her skin. “I won’t ever let anyone hurt you that way again. And I won’t let anyone tell you that. Including yourself. You are enough. You are more than enough.”

Luisa smiles and she’s glad Beca can’t see the tears in her eyes. And when the brunette falls asleep Luisa whispers to the darkness.

“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep.”

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All Around Me Are Familiar Faces {Chapter 1/?}

A/N: Okay, so the start of my Becommissar multichapter slightly AU fic. I will probably be posting 2 chapters every night if I can, because the chapters are short. But they will be spaced out through the night, perhaps every three or four hours.

Rating: K-T

Summary: Beca Mitchell didn’t know coffee burns could sting so bad. AU, multichapter fluff/angst fic. {Only under a readmore for length purposes.}

Beca held the phone to her ear, trying her best to keep her eyes on the road in front of her as she stepped past the crowds of people advancing past her. “Yeah, Chlo, I know. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. I’m sorry. I know; I know.” She argued over the speaker, sighing as she listened to the carrot top rant on the other line about how late she was. “Well tell Emily to get started on the set. She’s my acting, she knows what she has to do.” Letting the words flow into one ear and out the other, Beca looked down at her watch, and realized that she was indeed incredibly late.

“Chloe, I know-listen, I’ll be there soon, okay?” She pressed, hanging up the phone and shoving it into her bag. She didn’t have time to look up before her body crashed into a much larger, much stronger one. She felt a hot liquid sting her exposed neck and she hissed in pain, her hand instantly flying to the affected area. The stranger let out a small gasp at the scene. The smell of coffee reached Beca’s nose, and she looked up to see a tall, bright figure above her. “Sorry, I wasn’t-” She cut herself off, not being able to finish her sentence as the face of the stranger came into view.

It was a woman. Her face was hard; her features stoic and pointed, as if sculpted in a very particular manner and meant to stay that way. Wavy blonde hair framed her square cut jaw, bouncing around as a small chuckle left the woman’s perfectly painted lips. “Perhaps you should pay more attention, ja?” She smirked, and only then did Beca notice her accent, which left her rather speechless as she fished for words.

“I-uh...yeah, sorry! Sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t...yeah.” She stammered, shaking her head as the pain from the coffee sting wore off. The woman noticed the red blotch beginning to form on Beca’s neck, and stepped forward in worry.

“I am sorry. Are you going to be okay?” The blonde asked, her delicate fingers brushing over the mark softly. The contact made Beca take a sharp intake of air; she wasn’t used to strangers being so physical with her. On the contrary, people usually turned the other way when Beca approached, and she supposed it was something to do with her resting bitch face.

The small brunette nodded silently, taking a step back. “Y-yeah, yeah. I’ll be fine. Here.” She reached into her purse and grabbed her wallet, pulling out a few dollars and holding them out to the woman. The white shirt that framed the woman’s figure all to well sported a large coffee stain right down the middle. “For your shirt.” She encouraged, waving it towards her when the blonde gave her a frown.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s just coffee.” She smiled sincerely, shaking her head, which caused the blonde waves to move with her. When Beca didn’t lower her hand, she pressed further. “Really, it’s fine.” She assured, placing a hand on her wrist and pushing it lightly back towards the brunette.

With much hesitation, Beca reluctantly put the money back in her bag. “At least let me buy you a cup of coffee.” She insisted, slinging her bag over her shoulder. The blonde thought about it for a moment, not letting on that she liked the sound of that idea.

“I’m a bit in a hurry.” She apologized, shrugging as she looked down at her phone to check the time.

“Oh, no yeah, me too. I meant like, another time. If you wanted to. Maybe. You don’t have to. You totally don’t have to.” Beca shook her head dramatically, waving her hand around for emphasis.

“No, I’d like too.” The blonde nodded after a moment, a small smirk playing at her lips as she noticed the smaller woman begin to get flustered.

“Here.” Beca handed her phone to the woman, a new contact window open, prompting her to enter her information. The blonde  entered her name and number, handing the phone back to Beca. The name read ‘The Kommissar,’ and Beca raised an eyebrow, knowing fully that that couldn’t have been the woman’s real name. Nobody names their child ‘the commissioner. Do they?

“I hope to hear from you.” Kommissar gave Beca a toothy smile, before brushing past her and making her way down the street. Beca turned her head to watch the blonde go, not even noticing that her heartbeat had sped up during their five minute conversation. Only when her phone vibrated in her hands did she draw her attention away from the Kommissar’s retreating back, only to hear Chloe’s annoyed voice through the speaker.

“I’m coming.” Beca hissed, pressing the ‘end call’ button and continuing on her way toward their rehearsal space.

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Smut Marathon

A/N: This is a short little smut marathon I put together, includes: Movie Theater Fucking, Library Fucking, and Campground Fucking, along with a short little Epilogue. This is what you’ve all been waiting for.

It had been one day. They were dating for one day and were already fucking each other. They had gone to a movie, it was a romance one. Most other people were crying, not Beca, Beca was in the far back kissing Luisa.

“Oh my god,” Beca whispered. Luisa smirked against her lips as she leaned over the armrest, one hand on the opposite arm rest and her other one tracing patterns into Beca’s stomach.

“Are you ready kleine Maus?” Luisa whispered, moving her lips to trail a scorching path on Beca’s jaw.

“Yes,” Beca whimpered. Luisa’s hand splayed on her stomach and Beca’s skin jumped under the contact.

“Good, because I’m going to fuck you speechless.” Luisa promised as her fingers went under the waistband of her underwear. Beca’s hands gripped the armrests on either side of her.

Her eyes roamed the theater around them and let out a relieved sigh to see that there were only two other people there and they were in the very front row.

Beca’s hips jumped as Luisa’s finger slid against her clit.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you were ready.” Luisa murmurs against Beca’s skin. Beca bites her lip to keep any moans and whimpers inside as Luisa’s hand strokes her.

“I think the movie is about to end. Hurry up.” Luisa smiles and pulls her head back.

“Eager are we? I guess I can’t deny you what you want,” Luisa watched Beca’s face in the light of the movie screen as she slips a finger inside the brunette.

“Yes,” Beca whispers. Luisa bends her head back down to silence the brunette’s words with her open mouthed kiss.

Beca’s hands tighten on the armrests and her hips raise off the seat as Luisa’s Palm touches her clit. Beca pulls back and looks up at the blonde.

“Faster.” Luisa grins down at her tiny maus.

“Can you stay quiet?” Beca moans softly as Luisa pressed her palm against her fully.

“I’ll find a way to.” Luisa grins and nods, another finger sliding into her.

“Very well, but if we get caught you come up with the excuse.” Beca nodded as Luisa began slowly pumping in And out of her.

“Oh god yes,” Beva whispers. Luisa’s arm flexes and she quickens her pace. Beca’s hips jump and she does her best to stay quiet as Luisa continues to fuck her in the movie theater.

“The movie is almost over, kleine maus, bite down on something.” Beca barely had time to do just that before Luisa’s fingers were moving faster than she could comprehend. Beca’s hips twitched and her thighs jumped as she pulled Luisa’s face up to hers and kissed her fiercely, hands on either side of the blondes face.

Beca began moaning into Luisa’s mouth as the blonde pressed harder against her. Her thighs jumped and she did the best she could to not come all over her pants as her hips thrust upwards. Her legs are shaking as Luisa quickly pulls back and slides her hand out of Beca’s jeans to lick them clean. Beca lowered her hips back down to the chair as her chest heaved.

“It’s over, kleine maus, can you stand?” Beca let out a shaky breath and stood even as her climax after effects continued washing over her, her body tingling and her legs barely holding her up. Luisa reached down and held Beca’s hand,  then she bent down and whispered in Beca’s ear.

“I hope you are prepared, kleine maus, because I intend to fuck you any chance I get.” Beca shivered uncomfortably walked from the theater.

It wasn’t even a whole twenty four hours before they were fucking on public property again. Noon the next day Beca told Luisa she was going to meet the Bella’s at the library, Luisa shrugged and went with her, deciding she had not much better to do.

Beca smiled as they walked inside, if Luisa fucked her now it was time for her to repay the favor. As soon as they got there Beca took them to a secluded back and dark corner and it didn’t take Luisa long to figure out what was going to happen as they sat at the table that faced the tall towers of books around them. It was a maze just to get to their corner so Beca was confident that even if they did get found out she could hide it all under the table.

“So. kleine maus, are we even her to meet the Bellas?” Luisa turned to Beca only to be met with the brunette’s lips. Luisa lifted her hand up to cup the side of Beca’s face, she became so engrossed in the tongue that was running along her bottom lip to feel the hand that was beginning to inch her way down into the blonde jeans.

Luisa jumped at the cold fingers but was quick to recover as Beca began to slowly and softly massage Luisa’s clit. Luisa softly moaned into the kiss, her hips gyrating into Beca’s hand. When they broke apart Luisa grinned at Beca.

“Is this getting back at me from yesterday?” Beca laughed and continued her ministrations. Luisa grunted as Beca pressed hard and did a quick movement, her eyes closing.

“Not getting you back, getting you off.” Luisa’s eyes darkened at the dirty talk and bit her lip, pulling Beca’s face back to hers. Beca’s movements kept slowly going, her hand pressing into the bundle of nerves.

“Don’t tease,” Luisa said softly as she breathlessly pulled away. Beca nodded and kissed Luisa again, her hand increased speed and Luisa’s body clenched as she felt a wave of pleasure wrack her body.

“Bite down on something,” Beca smirked as she repeated the blondes words from the movie theater. Luisa met Beca’s eyes, gleaming with a challenge.

“I don’t need to.” Luisa said, Beca grinned and slowed her movements.

“Let’s see about that.” Luisa nodded accepted Beca’s challenge. They maintained eye contact as Beca increased her pace and began moving her hand in circles, biting her lip as she felt her arm begin to burn.

“Faster.” Luisa instructed, Beca raised an eyebrow but was quick to meet the challenge and increased her pace. Luisa’s jaw unhinged slightly but that was the most response Beca got before she felt Luisa’s hips gyrate ever so slightly onto her hand.

Luisa’s hands moved to grip her chair and she threw her head back, neither of them cared at how obvious they were being, they felt no eyes on them so they didn’t bother with subtlety. Luisa’s neck muscles flexed as she came with no warning. Luisa’s abdomen flexed and she sat up, her body rigid as she came, her mouth clenched shut.

“Wow, I guess you weren’t kidding.” Luisa stiffly nodded and slowly leant back against the chair. Beca pulled her hand out of Luisa’s pants, watching the breathless blonde as she sucked her fingers clean.

“No, I really wasn’t.” Luisa confirmed, Beca pulled her fingers from her mouth and put her finger under Luisa’s chin to turn the blonde head towards her and kiss her lips fiercely.

“Woah, we came here to talk not watch you two make out.” Beca jumped and moved to pull apart quickly but Luisa put her hand on the brunette’s cheek to hold her there. Taking her sweet damn time Luisa pulled back from Beca and winked at her, her cheeks still flushed and her chest still heaving as the two turned to Fat Amy who stood looking at the two with a ‘What the Hell?’ expression.

Linking their hands under the table they smirked to themselves as the Bellas sat at their table. Nobody said anything about the obvious signs.

As they sat around Beca and Luisa silently passed a note back and forth, pretending to be listening as they conversed about what to do that weekend. When Chloe addressed them in a rather annoyed voice they looked up, Luisa not even caring that she was found out and Beca blushing sheepishly.

“If you guys aren’t even going to listen why are you even here?” Beca blushed harder while Luisa laughed and sat up in her chair.

“As soon as mauschen decides she wants to go I’m gone too. Until then we stay here.” Chloe rolled her eyes with a smile and nodded.

“Actually we probably should get going, remember we were going camping later?” Beca looked pointedly at Luisa, they really hadn’t agreed on that but Beca just wanted out of there to spend more time with Luisa.

“Ja, we probably should go pack for that.” Luisa stood up and nodded at the Bellas before leaving. Beca sighed and rolled her eyes but stood up as well and hugged the girls before saying goodbye and following after her.

“We all agree that those two were fucking when we found them and that they ditched us to go do it more right?” They all nodded and looked at the seats the two were previously occupying with disgust and odd looks.

“We could actually go camping you know.” Luisa suggested, Beca’s hand was in hers and they were walking out to the car to go find something to do. Beca shrugged.

“Do you want to?” Beca looked up at Luisa and the blonde looked down at her.

“If you don’t mind I would like to.” Beca nodded her head as they got into Luisa’s car.

“Well then lets go.” They were quick to pack and head to a private camping ground, they got out their towels and changed into their swimsuits intending to go swimming.

They got as far as the private beach before they were on each other again, Beca was sending Luisa dark eyed looks as the blonde strutted through the sand in her black bandeau. Beca licked her lips and quickly took the one step over to the blonde and kissed her.

Luisa wasn’t surprised in the slightest when Beca began kissing her and responded quickly by putting her hands on Beca’s waist. Beca ran her tongue over Luisa’s lips and the blonde opened her mouth with a smirk as Beca’s hands curled into blonde hair. Luisa pulled back and ran her hand up Beca’s side to gently brush against the side of her breast.

“You want to fuck me on this beach?” Luisa asked, somewhat amused as Beca’s dark eyes looked up at her.

“I want to fuck you on every surface I see. This is just one that I can.” Luisa’s blue eyes darkened and she bent down and picked Beca up to gently set her down on the sand, Beca looked up at her, satisfied.

“Aren’t you glad, kleine maus, that your friend owed you a favor and you got us a private beach?” Beca nodded and bit her lip as Luisa hovered above her. Beca’s heart was racing and she felt heat pool between her legs, this was so wrong on so many levels, but it was a new relationship and what better way to get to know each other than to fuck each other every chance you get?

“Incredibly so.” Beca whispered as she sat up to meet her lips to Luisa’s. The blonde moaned into the kiss, her leg moved so her thigh was now inching towards the apex of Beca’s thighs. When Luisa’s leg pressed up against Beca she moaned into the kiss, her hands grabbing a fistful of sand as her body arched into the contact.

“Do you want to take it slow, little maus?” Luisa asked as she breathlessly pulled back, smirking at Beca.

“No. Fuck me, please just fuck me.” Beca’s hand reached up to cup Luisa’s cheek and bring her face back down to her.

“As you wish,” Luisa muttered before kissing Beca. Beca groaned as Luisa’s leg began to move against her. Beca’s hips easily rolled against the woman’s leg and she felt her body tingle on the verge of climax.

“I’m almost there.” Beca whispers as she falls back against the sand.

“Already?” Luisa looks down at the brunette in surprise. Beca nods and her hands fly up to dig into Luisa’s back, her hands scrabbling for purchase as her movements become out of sync and her lungs are heaving.

“Hand, use your hand.” Beca says as she gasps, a small climax takes her as Luisa quickly pulls back and rips Beca’s shorts down far enough to get her hand in and quickly thrusts two fingers into the brunette.

“Yes, like that.” Beca says, her skin is covered in sweat and her breathing hitches as Luisa’s thumb presses against her clit. Luisa bends down and kisses Beca’s neck.

“I want to hear my name on your lips, maus.” Luisa whispers against Beca’s ear. Beca whimpers and her hips thrust off of the sand against Luisa’s hand and she throws her head back against the ground.

“Luisa,” Beca whispers helplessly. Luisa grins and rubs her nose against the brunette’s neck.

“Louder,” Luisa says. Beca arches her back as Luisa slips in another finger and increases her pace.

“Luisa!” Beca’s body tenses and she sits up off the sand as her hips lower back down and she begins to grind against the wonderfully pleasant hand. Luisa kisses Beca’s neck softly, her lips ghost over the brunette’s neck up to her ear.

“Just like that, kleine maus.” Luisa whispers, Beca’s eyes are closed tight and her fingers are digging into the blondes shoulders, her mouth open in an ‘o’ as her hips still.

“Fuck …”Beca hisses between her teeth, her entire body stays tense underneath Luisa and it takes Beca soft kisses on her neck to relax her body back against the sand, Luisa following her and hovering over her.

“Good?” Luisa asks, pushing herself up to look down at Beca’s expression. Beca laughs shakily and nods.

“Good.” Luisa smiles and pushes off the sand and stands up, extending her hand down to Beca. Looking up at the appendage Beca smiles and grabs it, as Luisa hauls her up Beca’s eyes scan the area around them, they land on a nearby tree and without thinking about how animalistic it is she begins to kiss Luisa.

The blonde doesn’t question it when Beca pushes her backwards, her hands on her shoulders Luisa’s back hits the tree and she lets out a soft ‘umph’ as Beca pushes the blonde against the bark and pulls back to smile up at her.

“Here?” Beca nods at the blondes question and lowers herself to the ground, her fingers hook inside Luisa’s shorts and she pulls them down while biting her lip and glancing up at the blonde.

“Yes,” Beca whispers. Luisa watches with dark eyes as Beca lifts her feet out of the shorts one foot at a time and slowly puts the blondes leg over her shoulder. Luisa feels her stomach twitch as she watches Beca.

“You are incredibly beautiful, maus.” Luisa comments, Beca glances up at her and lifts her arm to wrap around the blondes leg that is over her shoulder, with her other hand she reaches up to press the pad of her thumb against the woman’s slick clit.

Beca watches in fascination as Luisa’s leg jerks on her shoulder, she fleetingly looks up at Luisa before focusing back down on the woman’s slick lips. Luisa’s head is pressing back against the tree and she groans, her hands gripping Beca’s shoulders tightly.

Beca grins as she watches Luisa quickly come undone just under her thumb. Beca bites her lip harder as she extends two fingers and slides them into Luisa. In response her hips twitch and her fingers dig into Beca’s skin.

Slowly Beca pushes her fingers further into the blonde and unconsciously licks her lips, her eyes flick up to see Luisa’s pleased expression and feel her stomach jolt. Apparently her own body wasn’t done with being aroused by the blonde.

Pushing her thoughts aside for now Beca increases her pace and adds another finger, Luisa’s eyes fly open and her hands slide down to grip Beca’s upper arms, her jaw unhinged. Beca looks up at Luisa and grins, without waiting for a complaint about the woman how she was teasing Beca increases her pace again, her arm flexing and aching.

“Ja, just like that.” Luisa moans, closing her eyes tightly as her head rolls to the side against the tree and her hands move from Beca’s upper arms to cling to the tree behind her. Her hips grind on Beca’s fingers in large motions, rolling and twitching.

Luisa moans, feeling Beca’s breath against her as she leans forward. Her toes curl and her eyes fly open, a loud and long moan leaves her mouth and her knuckles go white as she grips the tree.

As Beca continues her ministrations Luisa feels the pace of her hips increase as the climax washes over her. Her eyes are half closed in pleasure as the first one passes and another one comes fast approaching.

“Don’t…stop.” Luisa pants, Beca simply follows the blondes command and keeps her pace. Luisa’s leg twitches over her shoulder and her other foot pushes off from the ground so the blonde inches up the tree. At the awkward angle Luisa’s hips thrust against Beca’s hand, needing more friction.

“Ja,” Luisa moans. Beca grips the blonds leg tighter and tilts her body to the side slightly before increasing her pace.

Luisa moans, her breath leaving her in loud whimpers as her head lifts from the tree, her abdomen flexing and her body hunching over itself.

Just as quickly as her position changed it went back as her hips tilted in pleasure and her head and back slammed against the tree. Beca looks up in concern, but Luisa doesn’t seem to notice the pain as her eyes close in pleasure and her grip in the tree loosens. Her chest is heaving incredibly so and her breaths leave her in pants, her head rolls against the tree again and Beca stands up, gently pushing the blondes leg off her shoulder.

Beca smiles as she stands on her tip toes and kisses the blonde slowly and softly, not open mouthed kissing her in order to allow the blonde to gain her breath.

“You are quite good, kleine maus.” Luisa whispers, her voice shaking.

“Thank you,” Beca smirks, Luisa would any other time find it annoying and want to kiss it off but she felt so exhausted and spent she couldn’t do anything.

“Nap or swim?” Beca asked softly as she began to kiss Luisa’s collarbone.

“Nap.” Beca’s laugh is breathy against her skin and despite the heat it sends chills down Luisa’s spine.

“We need to set up the tent for that.” Luisa groaned and let her head fall back against the tree.

“Fine, let’s set up the tent then.” Beca smiled and looked up at Luisa.

“And do what once we’re done?” Luisa grinned and kissed Beca.

“Let’s go find out.”

~One Month Later~

“Why do you get to be on top?“ Becca whined as Luisa hovered over her in a plank position, she was kissing the brunettes neck when Becca began to complain but pulled back with an arrogant smile.

"Because I am the dominant one.” She said with her grin getting shit eating status. Becca rolled her eyes but moaned when Luisa went back to the slender neck, Beccas hands clenching in the sheets.

“What if I want to be on top?” Becca forced out, Luisa shook her head and gently bit the skin before pulling back and moving to the other side of the brunettes neck.

“Not going to happen.” Luisa bent down and began giving an open mouthed kiss on the brunettes pulse point. Becca groaned loudly to get across her annoyance.

“Fine pouty Maus, we will Rock Paper Scissors it. Two out of three winner gets top if we tie we scissor it.” Becca grinned and sat up with Luisa, holding her hands out as Luisa rolled her eyes with a ghost of a smile.

“Rock, Paper, Scissors-WAIT ARE WE GOING ON SHOOT OR AFTER SCISSORS?” Becca yelled, dropping her hands and looking up at the blonde who rolled her eyes. I just wanted a quickie not this banter, Luisa thought to herself.

“I don’t care.” Becca grinned and put her hands back up.

“Ok we’ll go on shoot. Rock Paper Scissors shoot!” Luisa threw rock as Becca threw scissors. Luisa tapped her fist against the brunette’s hand and smirked at her.

“Round two.” She said with a wide grin, Becca nodded determinedly and put her hands back up.

“Rock paper scissors shoot!” Becca shouted, throwing scissors as Luisa threw paper. Luisa cursed in German as Becca cut her paper, Becca smirked victoriously before setting back up.

“Rock paper scissors shoot!” Becca yelled, she looked down to see the same results as round one. Their eyes met and Luisa didn’t hesitate to push Becca back against the bed with a hunger in her eyes and continue her assault on the pale neck.

“That’s not fair you cheated!” Becca complained, Luisa growled and pulled back, flopping beside Becca onto her back.

“Fine then you top. I don’t care somebody here just needs to get fucked.” Becca grinned and quickly rolled onto the blonde, straddling her hips.

“Glad you came around.” Becca murmured as she lowered herself against the blondes body.

“So long as someone does.” Luisa muttered back, now slightly less annoyed. Becca noticed this and grinned, kissing the blondes neck.

“You first.” Becca said as her hands inched between the two so slide off the woman’s pants. Luisa kicked them off from her ankles with a quick flick. My god did she always look so damn attractive? Becca asked herself as she pulled back to kiss the woman and see her closed eyes and hands clenched in sheets.

“You can touch me, you won’t break me.” Luisa’s abs flexed beneath Becca as she sat up to meet the brunette’s mouth.

“But it will hurt if I do.” Luisa murmured as they pulled apart, her hands holding her up behind her as she gripped the sheets tighter. “And plus, if I did I would only end up topping you.” Becca glanced down at the woman’s lips back up to her very close blue eyes.

“Okay so no touching then.” Becca whispered, tilting her head forward to meet red painted lips.

Becca was the one to pull back as she leaned back and quickly unbuttoned the blondes black shirt from DSM practice. When Becca saw the front clasp bra she grinned and bit her lip, quickly unclasping it and gently sucking on the firm breast.

Luisa groaned and lifted her hips and the small brunette on top of them, her shoulders falling back against the bed. Becca gripped Luisas waist to not fall towards the woman’s head, her legs wrapped around the back of strong upper thighs to ensure she didn’t fall, she could sense that these hips would not be still for long tonight.

“Kleine Maus, you tease me.” Luisa groaned, her head pressing back into the mattress. Becca smirked against pale skin and switched breasts, bringing a hand up to massage the now unattended one.

Beccas other hand slowly inched down the blondes side to move towards the center of her abdomen, lingering on the flexed muscles before rotating her wrist to slide down to the waxed skin that dripped with need.

“Oh my god,” Becca whispered as her fingers glided over the woman’s clit. Luisa hips thrust upwards and she groaned, gathering more sheets into her fists.

“Don’t stop, kleine Maus.” Luisa grunted, moans trying to burst their way up her throat as she felt the former Bella’s digits slip inside her.

“I won’t.” Becca breathed against wet skin as she moved up to give open mouthed kisses on the blondes collarbone.

Becca felt the rumble of the blonde groaning against her chest and moaned against pale skin, feeling her center throb. She seriously was a goddess.

“Curl your fingers, kleine Maus.” Luisa commanded, her mother tongue accenting her words in a way that did things to Becca, moaning softly in the back of her throat..

Becca did as told and curled her fingers inside the blonde and pulled them out halfway, then quickly corkscrewed them back in. Luisa’s hips twitched as she began to grind onto Beccas hand, the two of them bouncing up and down with the movement. Becca pulled back from the blondes neck for breath and watched her.

“Holy shit,” Becca marveled as the blonde grit her teeth and turned her head to the side, her head tilting upwards in pleasure. Beccas eyes roamed over the blondes muscles she could see and felt herself get uncomfortably aroused.

The brunettes hand kept repeating their movements, Luisa painfully grit her teeth and groaned through them, doing her best to not scream and awake their neighbors. Not like they hadn’t heard either of them before.

When Beccas thumb began to brush against the blondes clit her eyes opened wide and her hips began smoothly gyrating onto the hand as she felt her calf muscles began to twitch. In no time Luisa was coming, her neck straining as her jaw upturned to force her head against the mattress.

Above her Becca grinned in triumph and corkscrewed her one last time before pulling out of the blonde, giving her clit a lingering brush before bringing her hand up to her face to lick clean, her other hand moving from the firm breast back to grip the woman’s waist tightly as Becca sat up.

“Das good, kleine Maus.” Luisa praised, her eyes opened and she slowly lowered her hips back to the bed. With hungry eyes the blonde watched as Becca pulled her fingers from her mouth.

“Rock paper scissors again?” Becca asked, smirking down at the blonde with a shit eating grin. Luisa shook her head and quickly flipped the two, Becca squealed and felt her center throb with need at the display of dominance.

Luisa kissed Beccas neck hungrily while the brunette whimpered and gripped strong shoulders, trying to force out words.

“You know I conned you into letting me top, right?” Becca grunted as her hips thrust up against the blonde who stretched above her in the plank position again.

Luisa detached herself and looked at the blonde. She nodded and slowly slunk down the small frame of the brunnette to hover above her booty shorts. Luisa reached the end of the bed and her long legs slipped down to the ground, she hooked her hands behind Becca’s knees and tugged the brunette towards her.

“That’s why it’s time for you to pay.” Luisa grinned predatorily as she then tugged off the booty shorts and tossed them aside, without wasting anymore time Luisa began to devour the brunette, the sounds of her tongue kissing wet lips turned the brunette on to levels she didn’t know existed until she met the arrogant blonde.

“Oh god!” Beccas body began to twitch, barely able to keep up with the fast rate of the blonde.

Luisa only sped up, her tongue curling around Beccas clit and then licking the brunettes lips top to bottom. Beccas hands reached out and slipped into blonde hair, her climax nearly reaching her.

Upon feeling the hands in her hair Luisa pulled back and stood up so she wasn’t touching the brunette. Beccas head shot up and glared at the blonde.

“No hands, kleine Maus.” Luisa smirked, Becca groaned in frustration and gripped the sheets before looking at the blonde pointedly.

“Happy?” Luisa nodded and began to lower herself back down on her knees.

“Just don’t do it again, kleine Maus or I will stop. It will only tease you. I however can do this all night.” Becca groaned, the sound slipping into a moan as Luisa began assaulting her once more with that heavenly mouth.

Luisa couldn’t stop the smirk as she continued to lick the brunette, a hand moving to still the jumping hips as she re-brought Becca to her edge. Becca whimpered as her hands opened and refisted against the sheets.

“This no hands rule s-ucks.” She said, her breath catching as her hips jumped against the strong hand that held her down. Luisa simply released a deep chuckle against the brunette that had Becca falling over the edge.

Becca sat up and completely forgot the no hands rule as she bent over the blondes head and gripped her shoulders as her climax started. As soon as slender hands touched her shoulders Luisa shoved herself backwards, detaching from the brunette and bringing Becca to a short climax.

Luisa smirked to herself as she turned around and began walking away from the twitching brunette, her shirt and bra still hanging from her shoulders.

“Hey! Get back here!” Becca yelled at the retreating blonde. Luisa looked over her shoulder as she stopped at the doorway.

“No hands, remember?” She asked before walking across the hall to the bathroom. Becca groaned and fell back against the bed. Her chest heaving as a thin layer of sweat covered her.

Stupid hot sexy German. She thought to herself as she laid there, the sound of the shower turning on the only sound as she planned her revenge.

[bec-ommissar]

#and when she came out she was worried they’d lose their fanbase but theres always that one fan that brings a rainbow flag to the concerts and waves it at her in reassurance

can we talk about the giant rainbow flag flying during DSM’s performance at World’s?

[bec-ommissar]

Should we start chanting "Write it, write it", while banging our fists on the table? :P

I would love to write it but if people wouldn’t want to read it because it would be to sad/upsetting I completely understand that because even writing it would be upsetting for me! But at the same time, I’m not even sure if I want to kill Kommissar, you know; she might not even die... ;)

[bec-ommissar]

So I'm confused should I or should I not write this fic?