A/N: Hello all! Since most of you wanted me to continue this, I decided to add two more chapters. This chapter takes place during the riff-off/a capella party. All mistakes made are mine. Enjoy!


The second time the Bellas came across Das Sound Machine, Beca was unprepared. The moment Chloe pointed out the German A Capella group, Beca's eyes immediately fell on the tall, gorgeous blonde stalking towards her, a predatory smirk on her lips. Beca closed her eyes momentarily, taking several deep breaths to calm her racing heartbeat. When she reopened her eyes, Kommissar and Pieter were standing directly in front of her, Kommissar's attention focused solely on her, a familiar glint in her eyes.

"Tiny mouse! We meet again," Kommissar says mockingly, staring down at Beca with pure unadulterated amusement. Beca shrinks under the blonde's gaze, turning her attention to Pieter instead; figuring it would be safer to stare at the obnoxiously tall man, instead of the strangely alluring woman.

"How's a verbal beat down? It's the highlight of my day," Pieter states, his accent thickening in mock excitement as he stares down at the Bellas with thinly veiled disdain. He and Kommissar share a small smirk at the Bellas' obvious irritation with them, turning their attention back to the girls when they hear a myriad of scoffs.

"So, have you abandoned your foolish plan to face us at the Worlds?" Kommissar questions the team, her eyes focused on Beca as she asks the question. Beca looks back at Kommissar then, swallowing thickly, and internally cursing herself for allowing her eyes to glance at the woman who causes her brain and mouth to be uncooperative with each other.

"You wish, you gorgeous…specimen," Beca drawls out in response, closing her eyes in mortification as she tucks her chin into her chest and cradles her head in her hands. "She's really in my head," Beca whispers to Chloe in distress, the ginger offering her a sympathetic look in response. Kommissar, however, looks positively elated by the short brunette's distress, taking great pleasure in knowing that she is the root cause of it. Deciding to play around with Beca some more, the German woman steps forward, slightly closing the distance between them. She watches as Beca releases her head from her hands, lifting her gaze to level their eyes. Stuttering slightly at the unreadable look she finds in the petite brunette's eyes, Kommissar decides to join Pieter in dishing out various insults, doing her best to distract herself from the shorter woman's intense gaze.

But, as the two DSM leaders sling a few more taunts at the group—watching as the Bellas get riled up with frustration, racking their brains for a decent comeback, but failing miserably—Kommissar finds herself catching Beca's gaze again, internally shuddering at the—now readable—look in the other woman's eyes. On the outside, however, Kommissar is as composed and unaffected as ever.

Beca wishes she was able to be as cool and nonchalant as the blonde. Unfortunately, cool is not a trait she possesses.

As Pieter and Kommissar go on about large, inexpensive envelopes, Beca lashes out at Pieter, claiming him to be too freakishly large to fit into an envelope; which, of course, elicits a taunting chuckle from him and the German goddess. It turns out that the blonde actually finds Beca's inability to dish out a proper insult—as well as her awkwardness—to be strangely endearing. In others, she would find it incredibly irritating and unbecoming, but, with the hobbit, it was almost cute. Not that Kommissar would ever admit that out loud; it would make it obvious that her teasing was done mostly out of affection, and not entirely out of malice.

The host of the party calls for everyone's attention—breaking up the little banter session between DSM and the Bellas—and announces that every group is required to participate in a riff-off. Pieter and Kommissar send one last disdainful look towards the Bellas—Kommissar's disdainful look faltering as she catches Beca's eye—before walking off to join the rest of their team.

Beca watches Kommissar go, grateful to have some distance put between her and the overwhelmingly gorgeous woman. In that moment, Beca became aware of one thing: she was in trouble.

So much trouble.


Unfortunately for the Bellas, the riff-off ended with a DSM victory. Thanks to Emily opening her mouth and singing her own original lyrics—instead of lyrics for a song required for the category—they were automatically disqualified, declaring DSM the riff-off champions.

It was a sore loss for the girls, watching as the smug, mocking smiles crossed the faces of their opponents, but they took the loss in stride, managing to keep their heads up as DSM began performing Kris Kross' "Jump" to celebrate their victory. In that moment, Beca allowed herself to wander away from her group of friends to approach Jesse in the crowd, listening with disinterest as he fawns over the Green Bay Packers in attendance. Not long after approaching him, Jesse bids her farewell, informing her that he plans to meet them and that he'll look for her later, leaving her alone in a sea of aca-losers.

Releasing a heavy sigh at being abandoned, Beca wades through the throng of gyrating bodies, making her way out of the large room, and through the curtain she entered from. As she enters the small, dark area on the other side of the curtain, she sees the familiar face of the blonde DSM leader, the woman in question leaning against the wall with a tired expression on her face. Beca takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and summons every ounce of courage she has. When she opens her eyes, her chest puffed out in confidence, she sees familiar icy blue eyes already focused on her, a small smirk forming on the other woman's lips.

"What are you doing out here, hobbit? Were you on your way back to the shire?" Kommissar quips, her smirk widening when an offended gasp escapes the shorter woman's lips.

"Just because you are from the land of tall and beautiful beings, does not mean that you are cool," Beca responds lamely, releasing a grunt of frustration at her lack of a decent comeback.

"Oh, so I'm not, as you Americans say, 'cool', but I am tall and beautiful? How nice of you to say, strawberry shortcake" Kommissar says playfully, her remark lacking its usual malice. Beca watches as the blonde straightens up her stance and begins walking towards her, her heartbeat speeding up as the woman grows closer.

Beca forces herself to stand her ground, rising up to her full height—which only matches up to the blonde's shoulder—and forces her eyes to meet Kommissar's, holding the taller woman's stare as she stops to stand in front of her.

Kommissar looks down at Beca, smirking when she notices the brunette swallowing hard, and leans down, her mouth now level with Beca's ear. "Do I make you nervous, Zwerg?"

Beca gulps loudly, shaking her head frantically in denial. "N-no, n-not at a-all."

"Oh, but I think I do," Kommissar offers in response to Beca's stuttered answer, taking several predatory steps towards her, successfully backing Beca into the nearest wall. Beca quietly whimpers at the close proximity between her and the blonde, averting her gaze from the woman's lips, to the wall behind her. "Admit it; you're attracted to me. You want me," Kommissar rasps out, her accent thickening with each word spoken.

"I-I don't."

"You do."

"Just because I've had dreams about burying my face in your cleavage, does not mean that I want you. It doesn't even mean that I'm attracted to you; it just means that I really like your boobs," Beca rambles out nervously, her voice unsteady, and her forehead sporting small beads of sweat. Kommissar licks her lips seductively, Beca's eyes following the action, and cradles the brunette's face in her hand, rubbing the pad of her thumb against her cheek almost caringly.

Beca releases a shuddery breath at the unexpected contact, biting her lip nervously when Kommissar brings her face closer to hers; their lips so close, they're almost touching. Beca's breaths become heavy and uneven, her eyes darting between icy blue orbs and plump, pink lips. The urge to kiss the German beauty was strong—almost urgent—but Beca held strong, not giving into the temptation she so desperately wanted to succumb to.

"I know you want to kiss me, hobbit, I can see it in your eyes. Can't reach my lips?" Kommissar teases, causing Beca to both roll her eyes and gulp loudly.

"I have a boyfriend," Beca informs the blonde, reminding herself of the sweet man just in the room next door.

"Oh, do you? Where is he? Did you meet him in the shire? Or is he one of the dwarves from Snow White?"

"Do you have, like, a short person fetish or something?"

"Not exactly; little people just fascinate me. Especially little people with large mouths," Kommissar says flirtatiously, leaning her face closer to Beca's, their lips on the brink of touching. "Kiss me."

"I ca—"

"There you are, Beca! Chloe's been looking all over for you!" Fat Amy exclaims as she pushes back the curtain, stopping in her tracks when she sees the position her best friend and the DSM singer are in. She watches in curiosity as the two women quickly step away from one another, putting a large, much needed distance between them. "Am I interrupting something?" She asks with a raised 'brow, pursing her lips together when she sees the panic-stricken expression on Beca's face, and the aloof expression on Kommissar's face.

"Dude, no. We weren't doing anything. She totally wasn't going to kiss me, and I totally wasn't going to let her, I swear! We were just talking...with our faces...super…close…" Beca trails off, the nerves evident in her voice. Fat Amy nods slowly, humming in uncertainty.

"Okay, right. Yeah, that's cool," Fat Amy starts unsurely, "Anyway, you should really get back inside before Chloe starts showing your picture to everyone in an attempt to start a search party. I'll be near the bar if you need me," Fat Amy informs her before turning on her heels and walking back into the crowded room. She thinks back to the scene she just witnessed and remembers the statistic she gave Aubrey on initiation night. She believed, then, that at least one of the women in their group would be a lesbian. But, now as she thinks about it, she should have considered that a bisexual would exist in their fold as well. Shaking her head to herself, she grabs the nearest beer bottle and downs its contents, more than ready to get absolutely wasted tonight.

Meanwhile, out in the hall, Beca stares nervously at Kommissar, while Kommissar stares back at her blankly.

"So, I think I'm going to go back inside," Beca mumbles.

"If you must. I hope to run into you again, hobbit. Maybe sometime soon," and with a quick stroke to Beca's cheek, Kommissar heads back into the party, leaving a flustered Beca behind.


A/N: Hope you enjoyed this installment! I'd love to receive some of your feedback. Thank you to those who have been reviewing, favoriting, following, and those who have been taking the time to read the story through.