Becommissar Oneshots

Chapter One

Can't You Wait?

Summary: Beca organizes a dinner to try and ease the tension between the Bella's and DSM, but Kommissar has decided to make things particularly difficult for her tiny mouse. Rated M for adult themes and language.

A/N: Constructive criticism is always welcome.

"Kommissar!" Beca hissed, eyes flicking nervously around the restaurant. No one seemed focused on them, the people on the other side of the table scanning their menus seemingly without a care. Beca's so called "master plan" was to have another Bella go to dinner with her, Kommissar, and another member of DSM to try and keep the peace before the World's. A.k.a., not completely and totally flip their shit when they found out about their relationship. Beca jumped slightly, bumping her arm underneath the table causing the silverware to rattle.

"Fuck, sorry." She mumbled as her other friends looked up in alarm. She heard Chloe's soft chuckle before her face was hidden behind the menu again, but she did catch Pieter's eye. He was watching her with a look of skepticism written on his face, a ridiculously perfect eyebrow raised, but he said nothing and resumed his looking of his menu. She snuck a quick glance at her girlfriend who was reading the menu intently, one hand holding it up. The other was under the table, making Beca jumpy and embarrassed as hell in the fanciest restaurant she'd ever been in. She was somewhat relieved when she caught the German goddess' eye. 'Can you stop that?' She mouthed impatiently, trying to keep a normal and calm look on her face.

"Something wrong liebling?" She spoke aloud, causing Beca to blush a deep red.

"Fine." She managed to grind out as pleasantly as possible. Her girlfriend grinned widely, continuing drawing lazy circles on the inside of her thigh. They ordered quickly when the waiter returned, and Chloe tried to start a small conversation.

"What are you planning for World's?" She smiled weakly at Chloe, knowing that being this friendly with their "competition" was difficult for her. She glanced up at Kommissar quickly, seeing her girlfriend catch Pieter's gaze and mouth a few words in German. He smirked and turned to Chloe.

"We do not tell our competitors, however incompetent they may be, our plans for future competitions." He said, grinning at Kommissar. Chloe puffed out her chest.

"We are not incompetent!" She snapped indignantly, motioning at Beca for help. The small brunette stood quickly, causing her chair to screech across the floor. To her relief, the hand had fallen from her thigh, and she noticed a few other patrons had craned their necks to gawk at her.

"I'll- I'll be right back." With the excuse said, Beca fled to the bathroom. She took a few deep breaths to attempt to calm herself, not wanting to splash water on herself and ruin her lightly applied makeup. Kommissar was going to kill her. She had no idea why the hell her girlfriend would be doing this, especially in the middle of a very fancy restaurant. She turned back towards the door, trying to organize her thoughts, before the bathroom door opened and another patron entered.

"Are you alright, liebling?" She asked, a wide grin spreading across her perfect features. Beca sighed, bring a hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose.

"Couldn't you wait until we got home?" She asked impatiently, knowing it was the wrong thing to ask but doing it anyway.

"What's the fun in that?" Kommissar had stepped towards her, pulling the smaller girl close. Beca's breath hitched in her throat, and she felt her heart try to beat out of her chest. Their lips connected suddenly, and Beca felt herself slowly being moved backwards.

"Kommissar-" She was cut off abruptly as the blonde backed them up into a large stall, locking it with one hand, while tangling the other in Beca's hair. The brunette slipped her hands under the other's shirt, tracing her stomach muscles lightly. Kommissar growled into the kiss, retaliating by sliding her hand up Beca's stomach and tracing the edge of her bra. The other girls breathing became more shallow as her girlfriend teased her, digging her fingernails into the blonde's waist. A loud noise seemed to evaporate the haze that filled her, and Beca's eyes snapped up, meeting the alert ones of Kommissar.

"Beca?" She felt her stomach sink. "Are you ok?" Chloe called out again. With her hand splayed over Kommissar's stomach she could feel it when she chuckled lightly, just light enough to remain unheard of by the other girl. Kommissar pressed the palm of her hands against the girl's chest, her fingers plucking lightly at the fabric. Beca bit her lip, trying to focus on the fact that Chloe was standing just outside, worried, and would probably break down the door any second.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine Chlo. Just feeling a little sick." She tried to keep her voice steady, which was becoming increasingly more difficult as Kommissar kissed her neck, biting her skin lightly. The smaller girl narrowed her eyes, mouthing various swear words at her girlfriend. She knew what she was doing and she loved it. Even through her panic, Beca tried to keep a clear head.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Her voice was edged with worry.

"Yes! I'm fine!" She nearly shouted, now having removed her hands from the other woman's sides and now gripping her shoulders, unable to speak quietly and demand an explanation.

"Should I come in? Are you gonna puke?" Beca felt a bit of fear edge into her as she tensed, Kommissar having removed her hands completely, sucking on Beca's collarbone.

"N-no! I'll be out in a sec. Go back and eat." She knew she sounded completely unconvincing, and her fears were confirmed when she let out a small moan, too many sensations striking her at once. She didn't know if Chloe had heard, but she said nothing.

"Call me if you need anything." She said somewhat suspiciously. Beca felt a wave of relief crash over her when she heard the loud thud of the bathroom door. Kommissar had finally stepped back, smiling smugly.

"Kommissar, we need to go back out there." She knew trying to reason with her was completely pointless, but tried anyway. Kommissar smiled as Beca tensed in annoyance. With herself or Kommissar she didn't a bit more dramatic than necessary, she smiled softly and unlocked the stall door.

"Are you ok liebling?" She asked gently, wrapping her arms around her shoulders once they stepped out.

"Never better," Beca she said sarcastically as she breathed against her shoulder, feeling worn out but extremely pleased for navigating a life-or-dear situation successfully.

"We better get back to your friend. She seemed quite worried." Beca rolled her eyes.

"I'm sure she'll live." She said dryly. "Let's just go home. I'm exhausted." And she definitely didn't want to face Chloe and Pieter with a very large hickie on her neck. Kommissar smiled, pressing a light kiss to her lips before pulling the heavy door open and exiting.

"Your dinner is probably ready. Are you sure you don't want it?" Beca pushed her hair out of her face, yawning.

"Positive." She said before allowing Kommissar to lead her from the restaurant to the car.