A/N: Hello friends! I decided to leave my cozy Lost Girl fandom and try something new. Let me know what you think, I'm still getting a feel for the characters and how they operate so sorry if anyone seems terribly out of character, I'm working on it. This was super spur of the moment and may or may not become a multi-chapter fic. I'm not sure yet.
Disclaimer: I really wish I owned Pitch Perfect but I don't which is why my life is so unsatisfactory.
It was all Beca could do to keep from coming undone at the seams as she watched the German Super-Squad of Doom (she decided this name to be more appropriate for the European vocal gods) celebrate their small victory at the riff-off. The aca-people of the world – the ones that mattered in this case anyway – were all crammed into the very upscale basement of a very pricey mansion owned by a very strange and oddly creepy little man. Das Sound Machine (aka German Super-Squad of Doom) had just stolen the crown in the small competition and they were definitely not being shy about their win.
"DSM will make you jump! Jump! Kommissar will make you jump! Jump! Deutschland will make you jump! Jump!" The brunette rolled her eyes as she listened to the group's celebratory, and rather obnoxious, chanting. She wanted to walk away, and she tried, she really did. But there was just something preventing her from leaving the egotistical scene.
If she was being honest with herself, she knew exactly what the problem was – or rather who. A certain blonde haired, blue eyed she-devil who was all legs and no bullshit with cheekbones that looked as though they could slice through titanium with little to no effort was dancing in a way that was so enticing, it should honestly be illegal in most countries. Not to mention the aforementioned German goddess was currently staring her down from across the room. The way her sharp blue eyes trailed shamelessly and mockingly over Beca's form made the Bella's skin crawl.
But, who was she kidding, she's never been the type to be honest with herself. So she pretended to ignore the annoyingly distracting smirk originating from said 'problem', and forced herself to walk away and head to the bar. It was in everyone's best interest that she didn't give into the tiny voice in her head that was ordering her to rip Kommissar's fishnet crop-top off of her unbelievably perfect torso, no matter how badly she wanted to. Maybe a hearty helping of alcohol would help clear her head – or at least jumble it enough that she wouldn't have to pay attention to her thoughts.
Not even a half hour later, a sickly sweet voice with an unnervingly sexy accent purred from behind Beca just as she lifted her drink to her mouth, "I don't mean to intrude, but I don't think you're going to find victory at the bottom of a long island iced tea, little maus."
Beca froze momentarily with the glass still touching her lips before regaining her composure (somewhat) and setting it down on the bar with an exasperated sigh. "Who says I'm looking for victory?" The brunette paused to spin her seat around, only to be met with the Kommissar's ever intimidating smirk far closer than expected. She felt her heart speed up and her palms start to sweat. "Maybe I'm just thirsty. For you and your deliciously perfect lips." Beca's eyes widened as she averted her gaze, again unable to control her tongue around the German. No, dammit, bad maus! Stop that! You're supposed to hate her, remember?! "And for the record, it's beer. Not very good beer, but still beer."
Kommissar chuckled deeply, a sound that made the younger woman's stomach flip. "So you have decided to be feisty maus again, ja? Well, whatever it is, it must be better than you say because in the time I've been standing here you have nearly finished all of it."
Beca glanced down at the once full glass in her hand, now mysteriously missing half of its contents. "No, it sucks, you just make me nervous and apparently I'm a nervous drinker." Jesus christ, get it together Mitchell. "But that still doesn't mean I like you." Good one.
"Oh? And why is that, liebling?" Kommissar asked, tilting her head to the side slightly, her voice low and her accent suddenly much thicker, somehow making her just that much more more attractive. She took a predatory step towards the Bella, causing her to squirm in her seat a bit.
"Wh- huh?" Beca could feel her thoughts becoming more and more agitated as they bounced off of every surface inside her skull. "Why what?"
"You say you do not like me. I am asking why," the German husked, now well into Beca's personal space.
Right, she did ask that. It's not like she's asking me why I hate her or anything when in reality all I want to do is throw her against the bar and take her here and now. Wait, shit, cut that out! The Kommissar cocked an eyebrow expectantly at the lack or response.
Crap, I have to say things. Okay, use your words, Beca, you're a big girl. All you have to do is form a grown up sentence, and you're in the clear. "Well, you just do that thing and you know, you – and there's that other thing that you do and...you're...tall!" Nailed it.
Kommissar raised her brow mockingly. "I see. I am sorry that my height is such a controversial thing to you, tiny maus. I will try to work on that," she countered through a barely contained grin. "Tell me, my little fairy," the blonde breathed as she leaned forward, her lips grazing the shell of the shorter girl's ear, "Do I intimidate you so much that you cannot even control your own body in my presence? I knew this of your words, but not of your actions."
Beca was utterly lost for a few seconds until she felt something cold running down her thigh and into her boot. She gasped and looked down to see the remainder of her beer spilled across her lap. Not only that, but the hand that had previously been holding the glass was now clutching a fistful of Kommissar's fishnet top just above her ribs.
"Shit!" the Bella exclaimed as she promptly released her vice grip on the German's shirt (if you could even call it a shirt) in favor of scrambling for some napkins. Kommissar laughed, a real laugh, not a devious chuckle, and stepped back just enough to give Beca room to compose herself, if at all possible.
"You know, Beca, if you didn't try so hard to hide your thoughts and feelings, maybe you wouldn't be left in situations like these, ja?" The blonde's smirk returned in full force as she looked Beca up and down.
The shorter girl paused in her frantic scrubbing of her jeans to glance up at the Kommissar. "What's that supposed to mean? And, wait, you know my name?" This bit of information actually shocked her a bit.
"Of course I do," the older woman said matter-of-factly. "As for the other thing," she stalked back towards Beca painstakingly slow until her breath danced across the Bella's ear. "I'll let you figure that out yourself. When you do, come find me, little maus." Her voice hissed on the last syllable and Beca swore she felt the tip of the woman's hot tongue flick out against her earlobe before she vanished just as quickly as she had appeared.
The brunette didn't know what to make of anything that had just happened. She did, however, manage to pick her jaw up off of the floor. What the hell does that even mean, 'hide your thoughts and feelings'?! I don't – okay well maybe I do. But who does she think she is, telling me what I do! Stupid flawless German angel.
"Well, they were right about one thing," Beca said out loud to herself. "Kommissar will definitely make you jump..."
A/N: Well, hello there, my fellow pitches. I hope you enjoyed this little thing. I haven't entirely decided if I'm going to continue it or not, it all depends on the response I get. If you guys enjoy it, I'll definitely keep it going because I have some ideas for it.
This is my first Pitch Perfect fic. I also haven't published anything in months so bare with me. I am a huge Bechloe shipper but I've lately become infatuated with Kommissar and I read all 23 of the Kommisseca stories on here so this happened. Anyways, hope you don't hate it too much! The first part is edited but I didn't pay too much attention to the second part so sorry for any mistakes I made. I'll go back and check it again later.
Thanks for reading, leave me a review or a follow to let me know if I should continue :)
xVal