Beca doesn’t know what to expect going into the basement of a bald guy’s house that is wearing a robe and seems a little bit over his head. She secretly wishes she still had her rape whistle but that thought vanishes when she sees all the people, perfectly fine and healthy, having drinks and laughing. Then she spots the German leaders of DSM and she is wishing she hadn’t come again. But then again Beca would hate to miss a chance to see Kommissar.
“Ah tiny maus! We meet again.” Kommissar is now standing at a respectable distance, for once, and Beca is grateful she doesn’t have to look up to the blonde.
“Another Verbal beatdown.” Pieter sighs in content. “The highlight of my day.”
Kommissar looks over at him, giving him an amused smile before scanning over the group, her eyes coming to a stop and locking on Beca’s. “So… Have you abandoned your foolish plans to face us at the worlds?”
Beca scoffs. “You wish you gorgeous… specimen.” Realization dawns on the embarrassed Bellas face. She rakes her fingers through her hair, muttering, “Shes really in my head.”
Kommissar smirks, amused at the brunette’s failed attempts at insults. “Very well, I’ll be happy to send you there. Large envelop costs nothing”
“Well more than nothing.” Pieter butts in. “Still cheeper than shipping a horse… or an adult moose.”
Then Beca actually gets angry. “Did you ever think that maybe your too big? It would cost a fortune to mail you! Your enormous.” She adds as Chloe begins to drag her away.
Kommissar has a toothy grin plastered on her face. “I think we should change her name to fiesty maus.”
She doesn’t hear Pieter’s answer. Far too distracted by the Riff Off starting. All throughout it she enjoys endless teasing the leader of the Bellas until they are declared champions. Bursting out into another song in victory. Kommissar sings along until eventually slipping away from the group. Sometimes Pieter was just a bit too gloaty for her liking. She preferred competition and fair play. She didn’t so much like bragging unless there was some fun in it.
Speaking of fun…
“What do you want now your fine goddess?” Beca seemed to notice two seconds later exactly what she said and slapped her hand over her mouth. “Oh my God I hate you.”
Kommissar’s laugh was light. “Why so angry feisty maus, do you really find me that irresistible?”
Beca could tell she was being baiting but got angry anyway. “You know arrogance doesn’t look good.” Beca inwardly gave herself a pat on the back. For once she didn’t mess it up.
“Not arrogant. Just repeating all that you have been saying.”
Beca rolls her eyes. “I think I would have remembered admitted my over the top gay attraction to you-” Beca freezes.
And Kommissar is smug and as if her ego wasn’t already taller than the woman herself…
“I said that out loud didn’t…” Beca sighs in exasperation. “You know its really annoying how your all perfect and flawless and your skin is really smooth and your so confident and I hate you for doing this ugh!”
Kommissar watched Beca get worked up again, her voice continuously rising as she rambled.
“You couldn’t be an ugly singer, or a pretty background dancer. You had to be front and center and the most divine creature to walk the Earth!” Now Beca was up and waving her hands around, getting in Kommissar’s face.
The blonde’s eyes mapped out every inch of angry Beca and before she could help herself she had Beca shoved into a corner with her lips pressed against her.
Beca must’ve still been angry because her fingers worked quickly at the half updo on Kommissar’s head. When Beca finally freed Kommissar’s hair she ran her fingers through the locks, then yanked her head backwards.
With newly exposed pale flesh, Beca spared the German no mercy as she left markings in her wake, fingers still tangled in the silky strands of blonde hair.
Kommissar let out a hoarse laugh. “Eager?”
But Beca found that spot on Kommissar’s neck that made the blonde weak and decided to spend a lot of time there. Kommissar’s eyes fluttered before fully closing, her mouth parting slightly and letting out the smallest sigh.
Finally Beca’s grip loosened and she pulled Kommissar back in for a real kiss. This one was less fierce, giving both women the time to really relish in the feel of the other.
When they finally pulled back Kommissar was breathless and Beca was smirking. “Not at all. But I have a feeling you are.” She replied, wiggling suggestive eyebrows.
Kommissar smiled, “Do we need to go somewhere else?”
Beca’s eyes now roamed the blondes body freely, “Hell yeah.”