Possession
It was getting late, but Beca didn't really care. She was frustrated by the cheap loss and frustrated with her internship and frustrated sexually. That tall German goddess was inside her head and ever since that first stupid smile the woman gave her she hadn't been able to get her out.
"I just ask her if she wants drinks and she looks at me with a fucking snob face."
The obnoxiously loud man next to her really needed to tone it down before all of her pent up emotions capped.
Beca glanced up and saw how awkward the bartender looked. He was stiff, with a frozen smile on his face that looked way too crooked to be real. "Er, is that so?" the bartender asked.
"Yeah!" the drunken patron replied. "I start talking anyway, figuring anyone as hot as her, all blonde hair and legs, was gonna be snobby."
A huge jolt went through Beca's body. Blonde hair? Legs? She had a dreadful feeling as to who the man was complaining about.
"But no matter what I say she just keeps glaring!"
It couldn't be… Please let him be talking about someone else. Beca wasn't sure what she would do if that perfectly perfect cinnamon angel was the target of an asshole's anger.
"Then she opens her mouth and the sexiest German accent comes out. I almost got excited but all she spewed out of that mouth was insulting language and I'm pretty sure some of those kraut curse words."
Beca felt her heart convulse, squeezing tight for a long second. It was Kommissar he was talking of.
"That bitch doesn't know what's good for her!"
Beca blinked. The words processed through her mind, telling her that what she thought she heard had actually been uttered.
Oh hell no!
She saw red. Her body snapped and an arm jerked up instantly, smashing her half empty drink against the man's head. It shattered and sent him stumbling back. Everyone nearby enough to notice over the party ceased all dancing or talking to look over and see what was going on.
"Don't you fucking dare talk about her like that!" Beca screamed even over the din of the heavy bass. As if she was possessed she jumped forward and raised her knee sharply, landing in his gut like a dull sword. The drunk grunted in pain.
"You bitch!" he shouted and charged into her. His weight slammed into her like a freight train, stealing every breath she had in her lungs. He kept running, dislodging her feet from the ground an carrying her backwards.
It felt almost like a full minute went by before her back crashed against a very solid cement wall. Then and there she came as close as she ever had to vomiting all over somebody.
The drunk stumbled backward, breathing heavily. Beca slid down, sinking against the wall until her feet found the ground again. The momentum mixed with her light-headedness forced her into a stumble forward.
"Did I say something, little bitch?" the drunkard sneered. "You that cunt's little toy or something?" a fleeting image of such a relationship flashed behind her eyes, but was almost instantly crushed by her rapidly building rage.
Again Beca screamed, wild and angry noise stemming from the insane protective anger boiling in her chest, and leapt at him all over again. He saw her coming this time though, and stole a glass from the counter next to them to smash against Beca's temple.
It hit home and forced her body to jerk to the side. A primal growl gurgled in the back of her throat. "I'm gonna teach her a lesson when I'm done with you-"
Beca didn't want to hear it. She couldn't- she absolutely couldn't stand the thought of harm coming to that stupidly brilliant German goddess.
No more screams. This time all of her energy went into her move, focusing in her as if honing itself into the blade edge of Ares himself. She grabbed his jaw in both hands, twisted around and jerked.
The drunk went flying, legs flinging in an arc through the air followed by the rest of his body. The second his back slammed into the unforgiving floor his brain went into shut down.
It took a long second. Beca breathed heavily, feeling like she just ran a mile. Her mind was still hazy, eyes glazed with red rage. She stood over him with a shaking body, hands trembling.
Somewhere in the background of her mind she realized was she had done. But there was no regret.
…
"Kommissar!" Pieter found his leader hanging close to the crowd that had gathered around or paused at the site of the small battle.
"What is going on Pieter?" she asked first, eyes scanning through the crowd intensely. It couldn't have been the girl she thought it was that had been fighting with the obscene drunk man.
"It was the tiny troll." He answered. "She overheard that man speaking very harshly of your rejection and… she exploded."
Concern tore through the blonde immediately, "What happened? Is she alright?"
Pieter waved his hands down in a calming gesture, "She is still standing, Kommissar." He assured her. "She smashed glass over his head and flipped him over her like a wrestling move! I had not expected such ferocity from such a little troll."
Her concern didn't subside, even as she struggled to push it down. It was not the most familiar feeling she was used to, and most definitely it wasn't the most comfortable. Seeing that feisty mouse for the first time had set something off in her, but she didn't know exactly what. It had been disconcerting at first, until they spoke. As brief as it had been the Kommissar understood what attachment was.
Worst, she had seen glimpses between bodies and past heads in the dark of the basement club. She had heard the shouts and the screaming and had at first wondered if it had even been human. The crash of glass and pained grunts and the single second she saw a body tackled into a hard wall covered with a tooth collection. It had been a feminine body, smaller than the one driving it back.
Realization dawned and the Kommissar felt her breath hitch. "Is she hurt?" she stressed to her second-in-command.
Pieter hesitated. "Maybe a little."
The instant in which she was to decide what to do, Kommissar saw the mouse scurrying away. Her face was twisted with fading rage and perhaps shock, and even from the few meters of distance she had, the blonde could see the mouse was trembling heavily.
What arrested her was the blood trailing down half of the other woman's face. Her choice was made even before she realized she was moving.
…
Beca had hoped she'd be able to cool off by the time she got outside. When that didn't happen she hoped the outside air would clear up her head. Nope, that didn't help as quickly as she thought either. Beca shrieked to herself, mouth closed, trying to release all of the anger and crazy-person vibes she had built up. She hadn't even realized how ridiculously out of it she had been or how insane she'd been acting when she attacked that guy.
Over her enemy of all things.
A gorgeously flawless enemy, but an enemy nonetheless.
Beca's hands came up and pressed on either side of her head, careful to avoid the bleeding gashes, to try and push back the headache that was quickly forming. If it hurt this much to have glass broken on one's face then she was glad that fucking jackass had gotten a taste of it too. He deserved worse for being a general douche, but when he had been talking like that of the German Beca thought she hated she just lost her mind.
She's in my head more than I thought… Must be some kind of German witchcraft.
Even the idea of being under a spell was ridiculous, but there was no other way to explain why she even cared let alone as much as she did for the DSM leader. She had never felt so strongly about anyone before, and the fact that it was heads or tails over whether it was positive or negative feelings was terrifying by itself. She couldn't get a lock on what this was, where it had really come from, why it felt like a fucking magnet in her gut pointing toward the enemy even when they were apart.
"Mouse!"
Beca started out of surprise for a second but then kept walking, determined to ignore the voices in her head. She couldn't fucking believe it. Just great. Of course she was hearing that liquid velvet voice. She was really going insane. The frustration was just increasing, pressing down on Beca and causing her to squeeze her head a little harder. Why couldn't that woman just get out of her fucking head?!
A hand grabbed her shoulder suddenly and Beca let out a startled squeak. She whipped around fast enough to give herself whiplash, already preparing herself for a defensive move-
Only to freeze.
Her eyes went wide, trailing those few inches up to see icy blue eyes- worried blue eyes. "Maus." The woman huffed slightly as if she had just been sprinting.
"K-Kommissar…" she whispered more to herself or to the air than to the flawless angel standing before her with that look on her face.
The taller woman reached out again, a little carefully, and grasped either side of Beca's jaw. She just stood there like a zombie, letting the woman tilt her head to the side to see the damage. If she hadn't been staring as intensely as she was, Beca would have missed the flash of pure, volatile rage that lit up the blonde's eyes. That one look halted her breath in her lungs. She was suddenly glad that look hadn't been targeting her.
A small pressure glided across her jaw then, right where the Kommissar's fingers were. Was she stroking her face…? No way. No. There was no way in hell that German goddess carved from Aphrodite marble was caressing her face.
"Come." Came the taller woman's suddenly quiet voice. Beca was almost startled again by the unexpected sound but she pressed it down. She was, however, about to say something as the woman dropped her hands and took one of Beca's.
"Wait- what-?" she stuttered as she was dragged off, not fighting in the least.
…
"While I am very okay with being away from the party, what exactly am I doing here…?" Beca drawled carefully, very, very cautious of how her mouth moved. Okay, good. She was still capable of actual words.
But of course the German beauty didn't answer. She wheeled around on Beca the second she secured the door to her own hotel room and again the brunette found her face being cradled. She wanted to protest, pull from the woman's embrace and bottle everything back up. She was still raw from what that man had said and utterly confused about where she stood in the sexual orientation spectrum and being around the object of her desires wasn't conducive to withdrawing herself again.
Wait, what? What fucking desires…?
Well okay maybe that wasn't exactly the most surprising thing in the world… Beca couldn't deny just how potent the German woman's attractiveness was no matter if she was straight or otherwise. It was her thoughts pertaining to said attractiveness that scared Beca. When she saw the woman she felt like she wanted to have her but not really be her. She thought of the Kommissar as a kind of special treasure of some kind that could never be copied or faded.
Okay now I'm getting really carried away. What happened to being a boss ass bitch, Beca?
Without a word, still, the tall cinnamon angel turned Beca around with hands on her shoulders and led her over to the bed. She was starting to freak out, suddenly afraid of Kommissar being turned on by blood and going all vampire on her or some shit. But she just sat her down and went rifling through what could possibly be a handbag but couldn't be a purse. Maybe it was just one of those fancy gym bags or something.
When the Kommissar turned around Beca saw she was holding a first-aid kit. "Oh, no, it's okay, I, uh, I can- I can go to the clinic." She was stuttering so bad she felt like a teenage boy trying to negotiate for a blow job.
"Niene, kliene maus." The woman answered back, finally. She sat right next to her, thighs so close, and opened the kit. "This is because of me. I will be the one to fix it."
"It-it's not your fault, you ridiculously hot German goddess… Oh my god." Beca had tried, but apparently it didn't last long. Her mouth just went off on whatever first thoughts popped in her head unlike any other fucking time in her life ever. It was that stupid German witchcraft.
A tiny quirk jerked at the corner of the Kommissar's lips at her flustered words but she didn't cash in on it. Beca ignored her heavy blushing long enough to notice she wasn't teasing her at all. What game was that woman playing?
Pulling her head up once she found what she had been looking for, the German muse glanced at Beca. Her eyes were gleaming in the dim light like gems. Beca's breath caught, recognizing the sincerity in the really ridiculously tall woman's eyes. She was really smiling. Not that condescending smirk, but a tiny-but-somehow-still-super-noticeable smile. It was soft, almost warm.
How could such an intimidating figure look so genuine with something so seemingly small?
"Be still, kleine maus." She murmured softly as she rose up an alcohol-soaked cotton ball. "This may sting."
"My name's Beca." She muttered, pulling her face away, a little put off by the sudden realization that they had never formally introduced. It seemed almost like she missed out on something.
Soft fingers tugged on her jaw and brought her back. The touch was so gentle, how could such a woman be so soothing and perfect?
"Beca…" the Kommissar whispered, that smile still in place. "You fought for me." If it was even possible the smile grew just slightly, and like magic the German angel looked twice as beautifully soft as before. Maybe she even looked a little happy, Beca didn't know. She was too busy internally freaking out to really see much.
"Wh-what's your name, you deliciously tall woman? Kommissar can't be it." She muttered, blushing even heavier at the stupidly constant compliments she kept gutting from herself on accident.
The Kommissar's eyes crinkled in light humor, "Be still and I may tell you."
Beca didn't get the chance to argue. The Kommissar's hand held her jaw in place as she went to work on the blood. It did sting as she had warned, but Beca refused to whine and cry like a baby. Especially in front of her acapella rival until Worlds.
That didn't mean she was able to keep herself from getting as tense as board. It kept her from jumping but the discomfort was clear. "I am almost finished, feisty maus." The Kommissar murmured to her. Beca glanced at her face. There was intense concentration there, in the drawn together eyebrows and pursed lips. She was serious about helping Beca, the brunette realized. She wasn't playing around or making fun of her or even giving her those annoyingly-sexy-but-still-condescending looks.
The idea that this could be used as some kind of psych out tactic or blackmail did cross Beca's mind. Yet somehow it just didn't strike her as a real possibility. Right there, in the dim light of a hotel room with a face that felt like it was on fire, Beca saw no deception in the Kommissar. She had gotten pretty good at sniffing out lies over the years of her trust issues too. She should know when someone was lying.
The cuts stung like a bitch. Beca hissed against her will when the stinging increased twofold in a larger area. The hand on her jaw tightened a little, "Just a moment longer, meine maus." The blonde whispered.
Their faces were so close. Heat rose in Beca's face, turning her cheeks red. I want to kiss her…
That sudden thought startled Beca. It hadn't been the first time she had thought or wanted to do such things. It certainly wasn't surprising that their proximity made her hormones and imagination go crazy. It was the pull in her core and the rapidly increasing heartbeat that arrested her. This had never once happened with Jesse. They had only been together a few months in freshman year but even in the beginning this- this liquid desire and longing- had never existed.
The Bella wanted to control herself. She wanted to hold back. She had managed to do that so far, but it was just so hard. Maybe Beca had never been attracted to Jesse, not in truth. Not enough to really love him romantically or even sexually. She had once had stirrings around Chloe, though. With the Kommissar, everything just seemed so right and yet so chaotic. It was like the perfect storm- confusion, desperation, uncontrollable forces…
Beca tried to stop herself. She couldn't get any tenser, though, and had no outlet. They were too close. So she did what she wanted without thinking because she was an idiot. She leaned just those few inches forward, and her lips found the Kommissar's.
It was light and fleeting, because it didn't take long to realize what the hell she was doing. She jerked back and blinked several times, in shock. It was like burning coals were warming her chest, sparking behind her eyes. Was this more German witchcraft?
Almost a minute went by before she remembered there was still someone sitting with her. She refocused her eyes and looked at the Kommissar to find the face of an angel, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. "Maus?" her voice was barely a whisper.
Beca's heart rammed against her chest. Was she light-headed? She didn't know anymore. "I-I'm sorry." She murmured. Her insides were screaming so why wasn't she? "I couldn't help it. Your gorgeous face was so close and when I saw your angelic lips I've been dreaming about since that stupid car show I- I… I'm shutting up now."
The blonde stared into her eyes for what seemed like forever. Her hand was still cradling her face, soft and sure. "Maus… Beca." The correction made her breath hitch. "I have dreamt of you as well."
That second felt like the world just crashed in around her, crowding her with all of her hopes and fears and feelings. Beca was speechless. "R-really?" she breathed. She didn't register face stinging anymore. All she felt was that impossibly soft hand cupping her jaw like it was priceless.
A thin sheen of wetness sprung into the Kommissar's eyes, and she smiled as bright as the sun. "Fervently." She answered and this time she stole Beca's lips.
Beca had once never believed in the things romance novels or movies talked about. The sparks flying and the transcendent experience and the feeling that you and she were the only ones in the entire world. But in that moment she felt it all. She lost herself in the feeling of the Kommissar's full lips pressed fully against hers.
When she felt the blonde's tongue peek out to swipe along her lower lip, Beca couldn't contain a small whimper. She welcomed the Kommissar into her mouth eagerly, and the German angel smiled. Beca felt that gorgeous smile and somehow she smiled too. It felt so right, so perfect. It didn't just click. It was like whiskey and fire and electricity were coursing through her veins with every flick of the tongue, every smack of their lips with every beat of her jumping heart.
"Komm…" Beca gasped breathlessly, realizing just then that she was clinging to the woman like she was a lifeline.
Again, that smile into the kiss. "Mina." She whispered into Beca's mouth.
A groan left the Bella. She was definitely melting now. "Mina…" she practically moaned the name like she was coming right on the spot. A low noise in the depths of Mina's chest sounded off, and it sounded like a mix between a groan and a growl. Impossibly, Beca's panties felt like they just disintegrated from that sound.
Eternity passed that way. Feeling each other, breathing together. It wasn't just a feeling or an event. This was like an experience. A memory or dream or a wish all rolled into one as it all just came true and wrapped them both in the flames of love and desire.
A sudden sharp pain in her back made Beca gasp, breaking the kiss. She wanted to ignore it and just keep making out with Mina until the world ended, but the German was already pulling at her. She forced Beca to turn and without preamble she pushed up the brunette's shirt to reveal heavy bruises.
An intake of breath told Beca it probably didn't look all that cute. In all honesty she didn't care how much it hurt. "You should see the other guy." She managed. Her voice was husky and deeper than normal.
There was a beat before there was any more noise from Mina. "I will kill him."
Beca's breath hitched. It wasn't said in a particularly loud or aggressive manner. Mina wasn't moving or freaking out. Yet somehow Beca could feel the murder vibe coming off of her and she had heard the absolution of her words. Fear for Mina impacted her and she craned her neck, "Don't you dare. If you go to jail we'll be separated and I'd never get to worship you or your body."
The suddenness of the statement seemed to pull Mina from her inner rage fit a little. She blinked and looked to Beca with slightly wide eyes. The brunette could swear that was a blush coloring her perfect cheekbones.
Embarrassed, Beca let her head turn forward again. She looked down at the white blanket they sat on, cursing her mouth. It was true but still. "B-besides." She shrugged awkwardly. "It's because of him that we're here now. I kind of want to thank him…"
Silence reigned for what seemed like way too long of two seconds. Then arms were wrapping around her and Mina pulled her back against her body. Beca couldn't exactly move what with her arms being held down in the embrace but she didn't care. Instead of withdrawing or getting awkward like she expected she instead grew relaxed. Her body melted into Mina's, fitting them together like puzzle pieces made for each other.
The German rested her chin on Beca's shoulder, and she turned her face into the brown hair that smelled so much like spiced apples. A blush crept onto Beca's face. Her shirt was still pushed up, leaving her naked back only one layer of material away from Mina's flawless skin.
"Why did you let yourself get hurt?" Mina asked quietly. She sounded so sad and pained. Beca wanted to hold her and tell her everything was okay, that it didn't hurt and anything else to make it better. But the German angel just held her too tightly to let her out of her arms, even just to turn around.
"Because he hit on you." Beca muttered. "And he insulted you for rejecting him. The things he said…" tears sprung to Beca's eyes and she blinked at them. "I just couldn't listen to it. I felt so protective, I went crazy and started screaming like some nutcase. I wasn't even thinking straight. The only thing running through my head was making him pay."
"Why?" Mina whispered. It was almost like desperation, but also like hope.
The tears were pushing at her eyes and Beca didn't even know why. "Because… I don't know. I just thought… She's mine! And I couldn't stop. I didn't want to. He deserved what he got. Even if I didn't like you, the things he said weren't deserved or fair. I don't regret anything." She stressed the words in an effort to reassure Mina. She would do it all over again a hundred times if it meant ending up in the German's arms just once. It was crazy, and stupid, but she didn't care.
Mina's arms tightened around her, but it didn't upset her back. In fact it felt so good it was scary. Something like this good should almost be illegal. "I am overjoyed that you care. But please, do not get hurt again. These injuries hurt me as well."
What could she even say to that? To think that Mina cared so much was both enlightening and confusing, and it made Beca's heart race. "I can't promise anything. But I'll try, for you." She managed just before she had to sniff. The tears were really coming strong now.
"Gut." Mina spoke. "That is a promise, meine maus."
They sat like that for a long time, too reluctant to leave the embrace. It was too addicting, too pleasant to just give up. They both wandered through their thoughts, sorting through what had happened so far and maybe what they wanted to happen in the future. This dynamic was very new and neither knew exactly what to do, but they did know what they longed for. Maybe they could make it happen, despite their opposing teams.
"Mina?" Beca whispered what seemed like an hour after thing had gone silent.
"Yes maus?" her voice betrayed her tiredness. For a second Beca wondered if she had been falling asleep a second ago.
"I don't like being enemies." She admitted softly.
A small breath of humor left the German goddess and she held Beca a little closer. "I agree." The rueful laugh hidden in her voice made the brunette smile.
"You guys are really amazing. There's no way my team can compete with that level of technical precision. All of us admire you, and yeah, we are a little jelly." Beca was rambling and she knew it, but it was just so easy with Mina. Words fell from her like she wasn't antisocial or closed off or introverted. It was kind of embarrassing, really.
"Yours words mean much to me." Mina pressed a light butterfly kiss to her neck. Beca blushed all over again. "Yet you underestimate the Bellas. You all are genuine and full of heart. The American kind of efficiency, ja?"
"Ja." Beca whispered without even thinking. She knew enough German to know simple words or phrases but that was all. Now that she was up close and personal with a deity made flesh she found all new motivation to learn the language properly.
Moments later Mina murmured as if to herself, "Ich kann lieben Sie schon, mein Lieber."
Beca understood just enough of that, for example. "You're going to give me a heart attack." Beca grumbled. In surprise, Mina lifted her head. Their eyes locked. "But yeah… I think I feel the same way, my dear."
That wetness from before misted Mina's endless blue depths and a smile broke out onto her face before she stole Beca in another kiss.
A/N: I fucking love this pairing. Let me know if you want me to continue because I totally can. XD
Translations:
Ich kann lieben Sie schon, mein Lieber. – I may be falling in love with you already, my dear.
