So I couldn't resist writing skype sex. If that isn't your thing skip after the first in text divider and come back next time. Enjoy guys.
Beca groaned loudly and set down a metric fuck ton of grocery bags on the floor of her new apartment. She had managed to make it another week on takeout, mostly because she didn't have time to shop for food between trips to other stores to grab the most basic stuff that she couldn't live without while she and Mina were deciding on everything else. It seemed like every day this week there was another thing that she was reaching for and realizing she didn't actually have that thing on hand and would have to go get it. Which of course meant that she had to call Mina and have her in on the decision making process if it was something they were going to use jointly, which it usually was since they were crucial things, like towels, and pillows, and spoons and a million other tiny things she rarely thought about using on a daily basis. Usually that one necessary thing led to a shopping spree of sorts where Beca ended up with a cart full of other things too, but at least now she had a mostly functioning apartment save for a few things, but there were pots and pans and now food to cook.
"So what should I make first in the apartment?" She typed out over a picture of all the grocery bags on the floor. It was the middle of the night in Germany and she wasn't about to get a message back anytime soon, but tomorrow for breakfast she would have a message.
For now she lifted herself up on top of the counter and stared at the bags for a few long minutes, yawning and just looking at all the effort it was going to take to get the groceries put away. She hadn't really even bought anything exciting, mostly just staples that every kitchen needed and a tub of chocolate ice cream to reward herself for all the stuff she'd been fucking moving in the last week. Why did no one tell her that moving was actually like having a second job?
She hopped off the counter and started to put stuff away. At least once she was settled down here then she wouldn't be going anywhere for a long while. Mina had six years or so until she got her Ph.D. and they had no reason to move before that was over. Beca let visions of the next six years play out in her mind as she organized the cabinets in what she thought was a sensical order.
Beca could see Mina studying on the couch, books and papers spread out all over every surface. She could see shared meals at the dining room table, late night cuddle sessions, popcorn fights during movies they were supposed to be watching, sex on probably every single surface there was in the apartment, and Jesus she hoped the walls were thick. There were late nights and early mornings, lazy Sunday afternoons, and everything in-between. There was a life here for them.
She blinked as her hand hit the bottom of the last bag. Since when had she become so damn mushy? She looked around at the now clean kitchen and frowned. And when exactly did she finish everything so quickly? Did she even remember where everything was? She opened a few cabinets and everything was where she would have put it had she actually been inhabiting her brain.
She sighed and leaned against the counter once more. Who was she kidding she could pinpoint the exact moment she'd become this damn mushy. She was sitting in a café in the middle of Copenhagen having lunch with the most beautiful woman in the world and everything had changed. Or maybe it had been changing before that, maybe that was just the moment that cemented it. Maybe the kiss on the dancefloor had started it. But without fail it was those first hours after worlds.
Her stomach growled and snapped her out of it. She needed to eat and a nap if she wanted to actually talk to Mina for any length of time later. She was still dragging from their late night conversation last Saturday and the fact that she hadn't been able to stop since then. She pulled open the fridge, took out the milk, pulled down one of her new bowls and grabbed out one of the new boxes of cereal. This was as dinner as dinner was going to get.
She took the cereal to the living room and flopped down on the couch turning on the TV, glad that the cable had been hooked up the day before. Not having to use Skype on her phone was a fucking blessing now that she had internet. TV was just really a perk on top of that. She flipped channels for a few minutes before she settled on some rerun of an early NCIS episode where Kate was still alive. Good enough.
She set the cereal bowl aside, promising herself she would get up and wash it in a minute, she fell asleep only a few minutes later, head resting on the arm of the couch and body splayed out at awkward angles.
She woke up to the squawking of her computer. She looked around confused. What the hell was making that noise? And why was it so dark? Then she saw her computer open on the coffee table, with Skype up and ringing. Right, that's what was making that noise. Ok.
She blinked a few times before she actually realized that she had to do something about the noise. Beca reached out and hit the answer button without actually looking at who was calling. Right now she wasn't actually fit for conversation so she would probably just claim she was busy and talk to them later or something.
Except then Mina was on her screen sitting in nothing but a bra and a smirk and Beca was completely awake. The blinking this time, was for a completely different reason. Holy hell, she was just as hot as she remembered, even across the crappy, grainy Skype connection. Really, someone should make virtual reality a thing right that second because she needed it like burning.
"Uh hi?" Beca waved awkwardly.
"Hello, little mouse." Mina's smirk intensified. "Was my little mouse tired?"
Beca sat up straighter and grabbed the computer. "Uh, no why would you say that?"
"Because your hair is a mess, you have creases in your cheeks from the fabric of the couch, and there's a bit of drool on the corner of your mouth, but other than that no reason at all."
Beca quickly wiped away the drool. Smooth, she was so smooth it should hurt. Her fucking girlfriend shows up on Skype in nothing but a bra and she was fucking drooling. Ugh, how was so even alive. Surely awkwardness like this should kill her, right?
"Yeah, ok, so I took an unexpected nap." She frowned. "But I mean, this week has been pretty long so I guess it was sort of needed. I went grocery shopping so there's now actually food in the apartment that I can cook. It's actually shaping up to be sort of livable here now."
"That's wonderful, liebling. I'm glad our home is actually becoming something." Her smirked morphed into something soft for all of a few seconds before it was back right into something sort of predatory. "But I hope your nap was restful because you'll need it."
Beca's mouth went dry at Mina's tone. Holy shit. Was what she thought was about to happen really about to happen? Really? Because that tone said yes, and the fact that Mina was in a bra only said yes, but was she really that lucky?
"It's it like the middle of the morning there?" Beca asked. She growled at herself. Right, that was totally not the thing to ask right now, damn it. The one time she actually slowed down for Jesus was the only time she didn't want to slow down at all.
"Ja, it is, but Mama and Papa are at the market and Claudia is at practice for football and I have the house alone to myself for a few hours." Mina's arms disappeared behind her. "And I thought of a particularly good use for those few hours, seeing as I can be as loud as I want." Mina's bra loosened and then she tugged it the rest of the way off. "You think this a good idea too, ja?"
Beca was staring at Mina's boobs, now free of any confines. "Ja, Ich denke das ist eine gute Idee." (yes, I think that is a good idea)
Mina laughed, low and deep. "Ah, little mouse, it is so cute when you speak German when your flustered. You forgot the words in English didn't you?"
"I'm not exactly sure what my name is anymore. All I'm sure is that you're gorgeous and six thousand miles away and that's a crime because those boobs deserved to be worshipped along with the rest of you." Ok, right that was the right kind of babbling now. No more asking about the location of parents, she could deal with this.
"Oh, I think I can handle touching them, maus." To make her point Mina cupped herself in her hands and sighed out a long breath. "The question is, can you handle watching me."
"I can handle anything you want me to."
"Mmm, good, little mouse. I miss your touch. I want you here, but I think this will be a good enough substitute for now. Tell me what you want to do to me."
She'd never really had phone sex before. Or Skype sex as the case was. She hoped to god she was a quick study because she'd need it.
"I really, really want to kiss you, more than anything. I want to taste you. Sometimes you taste like cherries when I kiss you, and it's really nice. There's always something sweet about your mouth and it's addicting."
Beca watched with wide eyes as Mina continued to cup herself for a few more moments before her fingers made their way to her nipples and started to tweak them, rolling them gently at points and pulling softly at others. Mina's breathing was getting faster, now loud enough to heard over the Skype connection. Jesus, how was she supposed to survive this again?
"And I want to mark you again. I was really sad when the bruises went away. I want the whole world to know your mine. Your neck is beautiful, but it's even better when it's covered in black and blue. Your skin tastes like cinnamon too. It wasn't really surprising since you smell like cinnamon, but it's still nice."
"And what else do you want to do to me, mouse?" Mina looked at her through half lidded eyes, pupils already blown wide and the her eyes a deeper shade of blue.
"God, everything. But then I think I'd lick down your body and taste every part of you, just so maybe I could get enough, but I think it won't ever be enough."
"Maus, if you don't get to the point soon I think I might combust."
A smirk crawled onto Beca's face. There was only one way that Mina could be ready this god damn fast. "You've been thinking about this all morning haven't you? You waited for me to call, but then you got too impatient and called for yourself, didn't you?"
Mina groaned. "Ja, I did, happy with that information, kleine maus?"
"So right now you're insanely wet, aren't you? Like you aren't sure if those panties your wearing will ever be wearable again, wet?" And now the tables were turned and Beca was enjoying this even more.
"Yes," Mina hissed out. "It has been almost a month since we were last together and I haven't taken care of myself that entire time because it wasn't the same without you there and now I am very, very desperate for it. So Herrgott nochmal dann tu es doch endlich!" (So for God's sake just do it already.)
"Aw, I think it's so cute when you speak German when you're flustered. You forgot the words in English didn't you?" Beca mocked with a smile. She would give Mina what she needed, but not before she had just a little fun first.
Mina growled. "I have eight languages at my disposal and how many exactly do you have? Is it a wonder I revert to my native language when hot and bothered? I do not have the brain power to translate everything I want to say. Beca," Mina's voice broke into a whine at the end.
"Ok, ok." Beca licked her lips. "And when you were squirming under me and begging, like you are now, only then would I take you. God, I want to taste you there too. It was so good the last time. I think I'd take my time just drawling nonsensical patterns on your clit because I could. And it would almost be enough for you, but not quite. I would make you sit there at the edge for so long. You might think you were going crazy."
One of Mina's hands disappeared from view. Beca swallowed again, knowing just where that hand was going and wanting to see what it was up to. She felt a little bit like a pervert, but then again she was describing in detail what she wanted to do sexually to the woman on screen, so it wasn't exactly outside the realm of acceptable, was it.
"God, engel, whatever you are doing with that hand, can you set up the computer so I can see too? Please?"
Mina whimpered. "That would require more hands than I have right now and I do not want to stop."
"Pretty please?" Beca crossed her thighs and groaned at the copious wetness between them. Jesus, she felt like she could get off with just a touch at this point.
"Gott, liebling, du bringst mich noch um," Mina mumbled under her breath. (God, you're going to kill me.)
The screen jostled a bit as Mina sat forward, moving the laptop and angled the screen down just a bit. When Mina sat back Beca could see her propped up on pillows, legs splayed out and her hands resting just above the waistband of her underwear. Black lacy underwear. Beca really didn't expect anything different.
Mina lifted her hips and in a second the underwear was flying to parts unknown and she was laying bare before the camera. Beca's heart sped up and she felt a new gush of wetness between her legs. Maybe her underwear were going to join the 'not sure if they were ever going to be useable again' category. It was worth it, if that was true.
"Is little mouse happy?"
"God you have no idea."
"Good, now you were saying?" Mina cocked an eyebrow, looking haughty and in charge with her cheeks flushed and eye slightly glazed over.
"Mmm, well I think I was saying something about keeping you right at the edge. And it would be such delicious torture for you and just delicious for me because you're so fucking delectable."
Beca had to stop for a second as Mina's hand slipped between her thighs and started to rub gently along her slit. She really wanted to be those damn hands. Her breath stuttered for a second before she managed to right herself again.
"But I don't think I could deny you forever because you're literally an angel. So then I'd slide one finger inside you and you'd be so hot and wet for me that I'd probably groan into you and you'd shiver at the feeling. And I'd thrust a few times, gently, so gentle you might forget that I'm there. And you'd still be on the edge and wanting, waiting for me to let you come."
Mina moaned loudly as she finally slipped a finger inside herself. Beca lost her breath again as her whole body throbbed. Holy shit she was so turned on she felt like she was the one about to self-combust now. Her hands found the button on her pants easily and in a second it was undone and her hand was slipping inside her pants.
"Mi-na," she breathed out as her fingers caressed her clit. "Jesus, you're so hot. Then I'd slip another finger into you and stretch you more and you'd feel it now. And slowly I'd speed up my thrusts. And you could feel the orgasm building inside of you finally, no longer just on the edge, but actually about to tip over. And then I'd curl my fingers inside you in just the way you'd like and I'd pull back and I'd tell you to come and you would, so hard and so good that you'd forget what your name was and I'd probably forget mine too because you'd just be so damn beautiful to watch."
Mina made a little mewling noise before her body went stiff and she actually came in real life. Beca groaned again, watching her girlfriend spasm on her bed. She pressed her fingers harder against herself, making tighter circles, heat building within her. Just as Mina finally collapsed on the bed again, limp, Beca was arching into her own hand, calling Mina's name.
She blinked her eyes open again a few minutes later with a big huff of air. Mina was still laid out on her bed, head thrown back in the pillows, but her breathing had calmed. Beca wanted more than anything to just curl up beside her and take another nice nap.
"Are you still alive?" Beca asked instead.
"Mmm, I'm not sure, liebling. I can't quite feel my toes just yet, but I think other than that I am alive."
"Good?"
"Not as good as when we were together, but after that long…spectacular."
"Yeah, I'll agree."
Mina's head shot up. "Naughty mouse, did you touch yourself as well?" She was almost pouting.
"I might have, why? You're just too hot to resist."
"I wanted to watch you as well." The pouting intensified and Beca wanted more than anything to fix whatever was wrong.
"Well, I am a woman. Give me a couple of minutes and I can totally go again." Her eyes blatantly traced over Mina's form. "With you in front of me like that I probably won't even need a couple minutes."
"See something you like, then?" Mina cocked an eyebrow.
"I see a lot of things I like."
Mina licked her lips and sat forward just a bit. "Oh, little mouse, why don't I tell you what I would do if I was there? Turnabout is fair play after all."
Oh no, if Mina did that she was really, really going to die. Her voice was sexy enough without actually saying anything overtly sexual. If Mina actually talked dirty to her. Her body temperature rose as she remembered Mina talking to her that night in Copenhagen. Yup, dead, she was dead.
"First, mouse, I'd take off your shirt. It would be getting in the way of what I wanted. You say my skin is soft, but yours is like a cloud and I want to be able to touch as much of you as possible."
Beca instantly slid her shirt off and tossed it somewhere in the living room. She was going to have a hell of a time finding that later.
"Mmm, yes, that's a start. And then I'd run my hands over your skin. You'd be covered in goosebumps by the end. You're so very responsive, mouse."
Beca shivered as the goosebumps appeared on her skin without any touch at all. Her hands started to wander around her body, following Mina's instruction. She shivered harder as arcs of electricity crossed her skin at her own touch. If she shut her eyes, it wouldn't be so hard to imagine that Mina was the one touching her, and so she did.
Behind closed eyelids she felt Mina watching her through the screen, gaze just as intense as if she was actually in the room. Beca wondered how the hell she could do that, but the answer probably was in the fact that she was Mina, and nothing more.
"But after a few minutes of just touching you, I would want more. I would wrap my arms around you and then unhook your bra. It would be gone in a matter of seconds and I would have you completely topless before me."
Beca's arms slid behind her back and her bra was off a second later, dropped on the floor by the couch. She heard Mina's breath hitch as she came fully into view.
"Scheiße, kleine maus, du bist schön." (Shit, little mouse, you are beautiful.)
"Danke," Beca breathed out, cracking her eyes open to see Mina's rapt face. She smiled for just a second before Mina went on.
"And the first thing I'd do when I had you topless would be to take one of those beautiful breasts of yours and suck it into my mouth. I'd tease you for a very long while with light touches of tongue but nothing substantial and your hands would end up in my hair pulling, begging me to do something, anything, more."
Beca's fingers trailed around her boobs with light touches, circling her nipples lightly, but never with the pressure she wanted. She felt a whimper work its way out of her throat. She shifted slightly and another whimper rent the quiet air. She was more than ready again. Jesus, she had just come, how was she this close again already?
"And I would finally give into you and start sucking hard on you, using just that hint of teeth that you like."
Beca sighed in relief as her fingers started to roll and pinch her nipples hard. She arched her chest towards her hands and moaned quietly. If Mina wasn't the one giving the instructions right now she would just get right to the point because she was more than ready, but that seemed like cheating right now. She wanted to see this until the end.
"But then your tugs on my hair would grow harder. And I would know exactly what you want and so my hands would trail down your body to the fastening on your pants and I'd have you out of those sinfully tight skinny jeans and your underwear before you could blink again."
Beca stood up and shucked her pants as fast as she could without actually falling on her damn face, and even then she stumbled a bit, trying to get them off her ankles. She positioned herself back in front of the camera again, quickly adjusting it so Mina got as fully a body shot as possible while she was on the couch.
Mina sighed. "Mein Gott, ich liebe dich."
"I love you too, but Mina please."
Mina laughed, the sound doing things to Beca even six thousand miles away. "Then I would think about eating you out, but that wouldn't be enough. I want to take you, make you mine, hard and fast. And so I slip my fingers between your legs and circle your clit just a few times before I'm entering you with two fingers, gently at first, but the gentleness doesn't last."
Beca groaned as she followed the instructions to the letter, hips jumping as her fingers touched her clit, walls ceasing on her fingers as she pushed inside herself. She was so wet, she really hoped she wouldn't leave a spot on the couch. That would be damn embarrassing, but worth it.
"And then I put my thigh behind my hand and speed up my thrusts and I'm fucking you so hard the bed is moving under us. You're moaning loud enough that the neighbors probably hear us, but that's ok, we'll deal with them later, after you've come so hard you forget your own name."
Beca's chest was heaving. She was sure she wasn't getting enough oxygen. She didn't care.
"Fuck, Mina, that's, oh my god, um, that's, das fühlt sich gut an." (that feels good)
"Do you want to feel even better, liebling?"
"Yes, ja, whatever language you want the answer in. I don't care."
"Well then, if I was there I'd shift my thumb forward so it was rubbing against your clit at every stroke. And I'd bend down and start sucking at your throat, marking you, because you're mine and you need to know it in every way right now. Then, little mouse, I'd tell you to come, and you would."
"Oh, fuck, Mina!" Beca cried out as her orgasm tore through her, taking everything with it and leaving only bright white pleasure.
She took a stuttering breath and sat up who knew how long later. Mina was still on the screen, smiling smugly.
"Are you alive, mouse?"
Beca rolled her eyes tiredly. "I can't feel my toes yet, but I think I'm alive other than that."
"Good, good."
Beca slumped back down on the couch. All her limbs felt like jelly. She'd never gotten like this just by touching herself. It had to be some of Mina's witchcraft. Beca snorted. She could actually see Mina as a witch, but not like a stupid Halloween cliché witch, more like a scary powerful modern one.
"Thank you for that, liebling," Mina said after a few minutes of silence. "I really needed that. I miss you and being around you more than I can put to words in any language I know." She looked away from the screen for a second, cheek pink again.
"Oh trust me, no problem. Any time you need to do that again, I'm totally game." She reached out towards the computer before she realized what she was doing. She sighed and dropped her hand. "And I miss you too. A whole lot. How many days until I get to see you again?"
"Sixty-two days."
Beca frowned. "Too long, you sure about that whole teleportation thing?"
Mina just looked at her, unamused, not even justifying that with an answer.
"Well, you can't say I didn't try one day when someone wins a Nobel prize for teleportation and it isn't you."
"Yes, well, you may say that, little mouse, but I think I will be more impressed with the fact that it's possible and not the fact that I supposedly lost out." She rolled her eyes.
Beca yawned. She really needed to get off the couch and go to bed. She levered herself up before she couldn't possibly be bothered and grabbed her computer. She stumbled back into the bedroom and slumped down on the bed, positioning her computer on the other pillow.
"Someone I know exhausted me beyond all reason again. Stay on the line until I fall asleep?" She yawned again.
"Of course. You want to talk or you just want me here?"
"Talk, what did you do yesterday."
Mina smiled and started in on a description of DSM's practice the day before. Beca tried to pay attention to what was being said, but she found herself falling asleep almost instantly. Her last thought was that Mina should record tapes for insomniacs because her voice was so soothing.
"Goodnight, liebling." Beca heard right before she went under fully with a smile on her face.
German Translations:
Ja, Ich denke das ist eine gute Idee.- yes, I think that is a good idea.
So Herrgott nochmal dann tu es doch endlich!-So for God's sake just do it already.
Gott, liebling, du bringst mich noch um-God, darling, you're going to kill me.
Scheiße, kleine maus, du bist schön.-Shit, little mouse, you are beautiful.
das fühlt sich gut an.-that feels good
Thanks to everyone for the correction on the last chapter. I do try, sometimes it just doesn't work, and I appreciate y'alls patience.