I got this prompt from an awesome chick on here. Name's Elsa-Maeva and you should read her stuff because it's good. Thanks again!

Meeting her for the first time was like getting a dose of Epinephrine large enough to kick-start the heart of blue whale.

The tall German woman strode up to the American brunette after a jaw dropping performance to rub the whole situation in their faces. Beca knew it was coming and was ready to brace herself but, when the woman approached her, she hardly heard a word she said. Instead, she could only focus on every perfect feature of the woman's being. She noticed the way she smirked, the way she spoke, the way her eyes glared and gleamed simultaneously, the way her expression never faltered.

She fought an inner battle against herself to keep her eyes up, to not let her eyes travel downward in examination of how everything on the woman was in perfect condition: every muscle, every hair, and every piece of fabric.

Her heart was beating rapidly and she was hoping to god that she wasn't sweating noticeably.

When she finally decided to make words, she opened her mouth in hopes that something intelligible would come out, however, out fell a small percentage of the things she was actually thinking.

She had always been a skeptic of the word flawless. How could something be truly flawless? Everyone has got to have something at least slightly off with them. But, when she saw this woman, the word fell from her lips with such ease that she was sure she was staring at something sent directly from Jesus Himself. Beca determined she now wanted to spend a great deal of time looking for the flaw she knew had to be hidden within this incarnation of perfect.

The woman's acknowledgement of the word was enough to send shivers down Beca's entire body.

Beca spent the next few seconds thinking she had gone off the deep end of the crazy pool. Thinking of how one person could evoke such a drastic physical reaction in her was just something weird.

With that, the woman walked away, her nose slightly higher in the air. Beca couldn't help but check out her retreating form because there was currently no shame in her game. Hot damn.

~~/\/\~~

Kommissar liked attention. She didn't work her ass off to become a leader and soloist in Das Sound Machine because she was shy. She also didn't suggest going up to the Bella's because she liked to hide in the background. Kommissar knew her group was the best and she loved intimidating people by their skill. She also liked intimidating people into confusion. The fact that it was a gorgeous woman into sexual confusion this time was definitely a perk.

~~/\/\~~

Life went on for a few days before the mysterious letter appeared on their porch. Beca was so stressed about all the things on her plate, granted, she put it all on herself because she thought she could handle it… and it's not that she can't handle it but sheesh did it suck.

Beca was excited when the opportunity to do something fun came. Though, none of them were sure that it wasn't actually their death they were walking straight in to: which kind of had a thrill to it anyway.

Once they found that it was a riff-off and that DSM would be there, she was even more thrilled.

Beca was gonna be honest with herself and, when she approached, Kommissar looked hot as fuck. Like how do you even put that much fucking beauty and mastery in a six-foot German woman? Jesus.

~~/\/\~~

Beca wouldn't know this but Kommissar definitely thought the younger American girl was very sexy, especially with the black button down she was currently dawning. Kommissar was just a lot better hiding how she felt about things.

She knew Beca wouldn't think she was looking at her but she definitely was. She checked her out almost every time the brunette looked away from her. She thought of wanting to wrap her hands up in the brunettes silky-looking hair and… She halted the thought before it went too far for now.

First, there was a competition to win.

~~/\/\~~

Beca loved riff-offs. It was like a musical ass-whooping. It was the best feeling to cut someone off and watch their irritation grow. It was also interesting to watch people get anxious under the pressure.

However, she didn't notice it with the German group. It's like they all knew exactly what the others were thinking: they even nailed a synchronous choreography movement: All of them. What the actual fuck. This was when she noticed that these people were not amateurs and they were definitely not messing around. They were out for blood.

Following defeat, Beca got herself a drink: she needed it. After about one or two, her alcohol bladder made itself known. Chloe seemed to be a little preoccupied at the moment flirting with the bartender so, she made her way to the bathroom on her own. She was a little surprised to find that this rich guy had a multiple person bathroom in his basement. Like, she felt like she was walking into a Wal-Mart bathroom, except a hell of a lot cleaner.

While seated, she checked her phone a few times. Just when she got up did she notice that she wasn't alone in this bathroom anymore. That wasn't like the weirdest thing but she thought she would have heard someone come in.

Beca was washing her hands when she found out who else was with her.

"Feisty Maus, fancy meeting you here." She noticed Kommissar in the mirror. The woman was currently towering behind her.

"Yeah. Didn't think goddesses would need to empty their bladder… Wow, what the fuck am I saying?" Beca looked down, obviously embarrassed by what she had said.

Kommissar gave a hearty laugh. "Well, there is quite the flaw with your American alcohol. You can get about five tall draft beers in and feel nothing but severely have to use the restroom. How unusual."

"You've had five beers and don't feel anything?" Beca was surprised. She could usually get like three in and the room would start turning a bit.

"Well, your beer here is highly diluted. So, yes. When you are in Copenhagen, I will take you out and you can see what real beer should taste like."

"You wanna take me out?" Beca's mouth hung open a bit in shock. The taller woman took a few steps closer as she nodded.

She didn't say anything but the blonde lifted her hand up and put a piece of stray hair behind Beca's ear. In the process, she noticed all of the piercings in the shorter woman's ears and ran her thumb along them.

Beca couldn't breathe and her heart was beating so fast and probably so loudly that she was sure the other woman could hear it.

"You are so nervous." Kommissar stated matter-of-factly. She was also wearing that damn smirk that was sexy as hell. This was the confirmation Beca needed to conclude that her previous thought was correct. "Why?"

"I… I…. You make me nervous."

"I can tell." She paused. "Don't be."

"Easier said than done." Beca couldn't take her eyes off the taller woman's face. She made several scans between her eyes to her lips and back.

Kommissar noticed. She still had not withdrawn her hand and she could feel how tense the American was. "Relax." Kommissar moved her hand from Beca's ear to the back of her neck.

Beca did relax but it wasn't because she wasn't nervous anymore. The dilation of her pupils said it all. She was hella turned on right now.

Before either of them really knew what they were doing, Beca's back was against the door and Kommissar was finding out what it was like to have her hand caught in Beca's brown locks. It was rough with anticipation and build up. Beca's hands grabbed at every part she could reach. She could feel every toned muscle the older woman had. On top of all that, the leather pants were doing something to her. Like, shit.

Kommissar was running her hands over Beca's hips and up her back. She could feel the American shiver with every stroke and it was hot as hell. She pulled back to admire her work. There was something about seeing this girl with her dark red lipstick smeared all over her lips and parts of her neck. Beca looked back at her with desire filled eyes.

She leaned in again and they went round two.

Neither of them thought of the fact that they had left people outside waiting for them. That's when they felt someone push against the door. However, since they were both pushed up against it, the door didn't really budge.

Kommissar didn't panic per say but it flashed in her mind that they were gonna need an explanation for this. There isn't a lock on the door so there was no reason it shouldn't open. She thought quickly.

Beca was wiping the lipstick off of her lips when she felt Kommissar tug at her shirt. "What the?"

Kommissar had ripped her shirt to the point that could see Beca's lace bra. She ignored the urge to rip it the rest of the way. She then pulled Beca away from the door and reversed their position so she was closest to the door.

Just then, in walked Chloe. "Beca what have you been… wait, what happened to your shirt?" Chloe came up to her and messed with it a bit. Behind her back, Kommissar was wiping off her own lips.

Beca thought quickly. "On the way over here, I tripped and caught it on something or other. I must be a little more drunk than I thought I was." She gave a nervous laugh. "Kommissar was keeping watch on the door while I tried to do something with it. I don't have any safety pins though so I wasn't getting very far."

"Oh, wow. I liked that shirt too." Chloe responded. "Well then, we should probably just head out then. That's why I was looking for you anyway." The redhead gave a smile and Beca returned it.

"Yeah, that's a good idea." Beca didn't necessarily wanna leave but she felt like there wasn't a good enough reason, in Chloe's eyes, to stay. She didn't want the Bella's to think she was fraternizing with the enemy. It was bad enough she had dated the leader of their competition for nationals, now she was gonna upgrade to the leader of their World's competition. Yeah, they were gonna like that.

On the way out, she looked to Kommissar who was currently standing outside the bathroom chatting with Pieter. The woman still had that fucking smirk on her face. Beca watched the German's eyes follow her and Chloe as they walked out.

Beca left the party wondering what the fuck this all meant. Thinking again, however, she didn't wanna know.

~~/\/\~~

Beca wasn't kidding herself. Like any other chick there is in the world, she had to know everything all the time. Sure, it was somewhat easy [at times] to forget that night with Kommissar at the Riff-Off.

When she was at work, she was fine.

When she was in class, also fine.

Bella rehearsal, you got it, fine.

But, ever since she and Jesse broke up, Amy started sneaking around with Bumper, and Chloe talking to some new guy, she's been basically left alone with her thoughts all night. For the past two days now, she's been laying her bed for like three hours before she could fall asleep.

She couldn't stop thinking about Kommissar and she especially couldn't stop thinking about the German's mouth and hands all over her body. She wanted to do that again, and soon.

In addition, she thought of all the awful things that could go wrong about the whole situation. The first one she thought of was that Kommissar was just fucking with her. That could be because she wanted to get under her skin before the competition: or tear her from the Bella's.

Or maybe Kommissar was just a slut. Stacie's hooked up with so many people and just kind of uses them to, like, add to her number or something.

But she doesn't seem like a slut. She seems like gift from Jesus and one of those couldn't be a player.

But then Beca was stuck on Kommissar helping her with an excuse. Beca wouldn't have thought of anything and if she wanted to get in between her and the Bella's she would have just let the American figure out what to say for herself or let it be known what they were doing. So that's probably not it.

"Ughhhhhh" Beca said out loud at approximately two in the morning. She didn't think Amy was in the room because she hadn't seen her come back but apparently she was wrong.

"What's wrong, Beca?"

"Woah! Beca jumped at the sound of the Australian woman's voice. "Wha… when did you get here?"

"I've been listening to you over there stressing about something for a little over an hour… if that answers your question. Now. What's wrong?" Amy was sitting up on her bed and Beca followed suit.

"I don't know, I guess I'm just stressed out."

"Well duh. But about what?"

"The usual. It's nothing."

"Is this about you and the hot blonde woman making out in the bathroom in the basement of the creepy super-fan guy's house?"

Beca's head snapped to Amy. "What, how did you?"

"Let's just assume that I know everything. Don't worry. I think I'm the only one that knows. Chloe's pretty oblivious to like everything."

"But you weren't even th…"

"She came out and was wiping her mouth. And you came out and paranoidly wiped your mouth. I figured it out. Not that a blind Baptist couldn't have, Beca. You should really be more careful if you're going to go sneaking around with the leader of a famous a cappella group." Amy was laughing at her. She was probably right though.

Beca looked a little nervous so Amy continued, "I'm not judging you… and I'm not mad at you if that's what you're thinking."

"You need to get out of my head!" Beca laughed and covered her head, as if it would stop Amy's brain waves from infiltrating her own.

Amy laughed again for a while but eventually stopped. "So, what are you two? Like, are you just experimenting or trying to mess with each other or…? I mean, I know you get all weird when you are around her: like a bumbling idiot. It was quite cute though, I didn't think much of it. But now…"

Beca was tired of listening to the ramble. "I don't know what we are or what that was."

Amy waited for her to continue.

Beca wasn't sure if she wanted to.

She did, "I like her. I know that but I don't know anything more than that." Now that was all she really wanted to say about the subject.

"Okay. So what's the problem?"

"The problem, really? Amy, she lives in Germany and she's our biggest enemy at the moment. And what if she was just messing with me and trying to get in my head before World's? What if she was just really drunk or something? Amy, there are a lot of problems here."

"Well, we're leaving for World's in two days and then you should talk to her. Man, your relationship issues always sound like the end of the world." Amy laughed and it made Beca a little peeved.

She was right though. They were gonna see them in a few days and then Beca could see what the hell was up with the whole situation.

~~/\/\~~

Approximately 5000 miles away, Kommissar was in a similar situation. Now, she was far less obvious than Beca ever was but she was still thought-filled, none-the-less.

She was currently sitting at her desk, staring mindlessly at a blank sheet of music. She was not feeling this music right now, because her mind was somewhere in Atlanta.

She felt something for the younger woman but, it was hard to know completely what it was. Kommissar didn't like confusion on her part. She didn't like when her head and her heart get jumbled and she most definitely did not like when she had to make decisions. So, she was gonna put that shit off for a while. Plus, who was she kidding? Nothing was gonna happen with the American anyway. I mean, she lives in America? What kind of life would that be if…

"Stop." Kommissar reprimanded herself aloud. She needed to stop this over-thinking: it never got her anywhere.

The much needed distraction came when her phone buzzed.

Hallo, Herrliche :)

Kommissar gave a half-hearted smile and typed:

Was geht ab? :)

The reply was quick.

Nichts. Kann ich rüberkommen? :))

Kommissar didn't know what to say. She didn't want company tonight but she knew she couldn't really say no.

She replied a quick Ja knowing that it would be like half an hour before an arrival.

ich liebe dich :)

du auch, Christine :)

Basically, Christine just asks to come over and then says I love you. Pretty standard there. I'm just testing the waters with the fic now and will update Next Monday. So, in that time, let me know what you think! Thanks for reading :)