Stolen Kisses
Chapter One
A/N: This story is not affiliated with my other story, Nights in Copenhagen or Becommissar oneshots. I hope you enjoy! Please R&R!
Beca rested her chin on the heel of her hand, closing her eyes to fight back tears. It was her and Jesse's two year anniversary and they both had decided on going to their favorite Italian restaurant in celebration. 'Seems like you'll be celebrating alone.' She thought bitterly. The small brunette had sat at the table for nearly forty minutes, completely alone, begging the waitress for a few more minutes, hoping, so very hoping that he would have the audacity to show.
It was when she started receiving sympathetic looks from the other patrons that she decided she had enough. She stood up quickly, causing the chair to nearly tip backwards. She swore under her breath, women seated at other tables turning to her with scandalized looks apparent on their faces. She rolled her eyes and turned around, looking for the waitress to apologize to before she left.
Instead, she found a very beautiful blonde woman sitting in the across from her, hands folded on the table.
"I'm very sorry that I arrived late, liebling, this American traffic is terrible, ja?" Beca felt her mouth fall open in shock, but couldn't get herself to remedy it. She watched the woman give her a quick, calculating look before a brilliant smile graced her features. The smaller girl saw her eyes flick quickly down to the chair she had just vacated. Not wanting to embarrass herself further, she quickly sat down, trying her best to avoid the other woman's eyes. She wondered briefly if it was Jesse's idea of a trick to test her loyalty towards him. She glanced at the other woman out of the corner of her eye and decided, to hell with it. Even if it was, she had a beautiful woman sitting across from her who seemed more than obliging to be her company. Which was better than she could say for her boyfriend. 'Ex-boyfriend.' A voice sneered in the back of her head. She grinned at the blonde, who seemed shocked she was finally going along with it.
"What will you be having liebling?" Beca tried to ignore the goosebumps that rose on her arms as the woman spoke and pushed the menu towards her. She smiled slightly and pushed it back towards the woman.
"Fettuccine alfredo." At noticing the woman's mildly surprised look she smiled somewhat smugly. "I've had more than half an hour to decide." She watched her eyes narrow and a flash of anger cross her expression, but the other woman quickly hid it.
"I'll do the same." The waitress came over a moment later, shock apparent on her face.
"Oh." She said softly, her gaze darting over the blonde. "You came." Beca raised her eyebrows at the frigid tone, nervously glancing at the woman across from her.
"Red wine, liebling?" She asked tilting her head, causing her gold hair to fall over one shoulder, acting as though she hadn't heard the other woman. Beca nodded quickly.
"Uh, yeah, sure. Two orders of fettucine alfredo, too." She said, clearing her throat mid sentence and blushing. The waitress frowned at her, but walked away without another word, to the small girl's immense relief. Beca briefly made eye contact with the other woman before quickly glancing away, deciding to look around the crowded restaurant until their food came. 'Say something!' She wanted to yell at herself. She was almost grateful when the waitress returned. After setting down their plates, and sending an icy glare at her dinner date, she left.
"Delightful." Beca said with a smirk as she lifted her fork to her mouth. She saw the woman smirk and pick up her wine glass.
"Cheers, Tiny Maus." Beca arched an eyebrow at the nickname, but picked up her glass and knocked it into the opposing side's.
"Fuck!" She hissed as the glasses touched, shattering her own, and spilling over the tablecloth and onto her. Her hand shot to the napkin on her lap, pulling it on the table in a weak attempt to mop it off the white table cloth. 'Not so white anymore.' She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a slight pressure on her upper thigh. Her dinner date was at her side, mopping at the mess that was her dress.
"I think we should go." She murmured in the small girl's ear, glaring at the patrons watching them. Beca grimaced.
"Can't. I haven't paid yet." As she spoke, she felt her face flush and tried to focus her shaky hands on minimizing the damage to the table and not the stunning woman at her side.
"I've already got it covered." The other woman said, rising to her full height and pulling out Beca's chair. The other girl didn't need further prompting and stood up, tossing the napkin onto their unfinished plates before sending an apologetic look to the waitress and exiting.
"Thank you for dinner." Beca said quietly, wrapping her arms around herself, trying to fight off the chill of the night air, the liquid seeping through her dress not was not helping.
"Thank you, Maus." The brunette shivered at the sudden warm breath on her ear. She turned around, suddenly caught at realizing how attractive the woman in front of her was.
"I-I never got your name." 'Wow, great one, Beca.' She thought bitterly. The blonde smiled at her anyway. Almost as if it were in slow motion, she leaned towards Beca, her hand trailing from her chin down her neck, and at the hollow of her throat. The small girl tried to suppress a nervous gulp, and suddenly became aware of how clammy her hands were. She found herself tipping her head back anyway, eagerly awaiting the woman to close the gap. She let out a surprised gasp as a hand captured the back of her neck, rather forcefully pulling her closer, pressing their bodies and lips together. It felt like an eternity, and yet, was over all too soon.
"Kommissar," The woman breathed, puffing air over Beca's throat and chest. The smaller girl shivered. "Thank you for letting me join you at dinner. Unfortunately, I must go. Have a nice evening Maus." Still in shock, Beca stood gaping at her, tightly gripping the note Kommissar had lightly pressed into her palm. Beca felt a smug grin twist her lips. Despite her boyfriend completely bailing on her, the night wasn't so dreadful. Kommissar was a much better kisser than Jesse ever was.