A/N: Soccercop fluff! Basically the both of them being idiotic musical dorks together :) I don't own Orphan Black, but I do own any mistakes you find.
A few months after they started dating, Alison had dragged Beth with her to the production of Hairspray at their local theater. Even though she'd never admit it, she enjoyed the musical a lot. She also enjoyed Wicked, Phantom of the Opera, Mamma Mia!, and West Side Story.
If it was up to Beth, Alison would never have found out about it. However, one Saturday morning Alison's cooking class had been canceled. She hadn't bothered to call her girlfriend and tell her she was coming home.
She arrived home to find Beth dancing around the kitchen, making pancakes and singing along to Alison's musical playlist.
Having sensed somebody else's presence in the room, Beth whirled around and threw her spatula, alsmost nailing Alison right in the head.
"Shit. Ali are you okay," she ran over to her girlfriend and checked for possible damage. Alison batted her hands away, "I'm fine Beth. But are you okay?"
"Yeaaaaaaaah...why?"
"You're listening to my Broadway playlist."
Beth's eyes widened and she ran to the speaker, quickly turning it off, "Tell anyone and I will kill you." She picked up her spatula and waved it non-threateningly at Alison.
"Honey that'll get you llife in the big dollhouse," Alison sang, smirking at Beth.
The cop's face grew red and she sighed.
"Don't be embarressed. It's cute." Alison kissed her softly, pulling away with a wide grin.
"That's because everything I do is cute," Beth smirked, "Which is why you love me."
"Hmmmm, I guess," she kissed Beth again, "By the way babe, your pancakes are on fire."
"WHAT?" Beth ran to the stove and started beating the fire with a towel, only causing it to grow. "Shit, shit, shit," she muttered, running around in search of the fire extinguisher. "ALI! DON'T JUST STAND THERE LAUGHING! HELP ME!"
Alison rolled her eyes and grabbed a pot, filling it with water from the sink. As she dumped it on the fire, Beth returned with the extinguisher and sprayed it at the stove.
"Well that could hav-shit."
Alison wiped foam from her eyes and glared at Beth.
"Babe I'm sorry," she said, trying unsuccesfully to hide her giggles. "But let me just say that white is a great color on you."
"Give me the extinguisher Childs."
"I don't think that's such a good idea."
"I SAID GIVE IT TO ME!" Alison charged at Beth. The older clone shreiked in a very un-coplike manner, running away from her very angry girlfriend.
"I swear to god Childs, I absolutely loath you right now."
Beth stopped suddenly, causing Alison to run right into her. The fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs. A grin lit up Beth's face and Alison groaned.
"What is this feeling, so sudden and knew? I felt the moment I laid eyes on you. My pulse is rushing. My head is reeling. My face is flushing. Oh what is this feeling? Fervid as a flame! Does it have a name? Yeeeeeeee-"
Alison cut her off, "I don't think it would be wise to finish that."
"LOATHING! UNADULTERATED LOATHING! FOR YOUR FACE! YOUR VOICE! YOUR CLOTHING! LET'S JUST SAY - I LOATHE IT ALL! EV'RY LITTLE TRAIT, HOWEVER SMALL! MAKES MY VERY FLESH BEGIN TO CRAWL! WITH SIMPLE UTTER LOATHING! THERE'S A STRANGE EXHILARATION! IN SUCH TOTAL DETESTATION! IT'S SO PURE! SO STRONG! THOUGH I DO ADMIT IT CAME ON FAST! STILL I DO BELIEVE THAT IT CAN LAST! AND I WILL BE LOATHING, LOATHING YOU MY WHOLE LIFE LONG!"