Dinner was quiet that night, Pieter had made attempts at conversation, but both women had been fairly silent and whenever Luisa caught Beca staring, the younger woman quickly looked away and bit her lip. The blonde woman would only smirk and continue to pick at the food on her plate. The scene from earlier still had her slightly flustered though she would never show it.

Pieter stood from the table grumbling, but taking care of his plate. "Would you two at least take care of the dishes, ja? I did all the cooking and you two would not even talk tonight!" he exclaimed, putting his plate into the sink. Luisa chuckled, throwing him a quick 'yes' and a nod. The German had finished her food, and was waiting patiently for Beca to finish before getting up from her seat and clearing the rest of the table.

"I can do the dishes," Beca offered quickly, and Luisa didn't oppose. Personally, she'd rather clean up the counter tops; she wasn't a fan of her hands getting wet… at least in the kitchen. As she grabbed the cleaner and a small cloth she started wiping down the counter, and she heard the brunette filling the sink.

The tune was simple, and it had been stuck in Luisa's head ever since her own shower earlier that day. Clicking on the iPod that remained in the kitchen, she scrolled to the song, and started to hum, and then sing along.

"You have so many relationships in this life, only one or two will last."

Beca heard the blonde starting to sing, and she kept herself quiet, smiling as she scrubbed away at the pots and pans. A wicked grin overcame her face as she thought of something.

"So hold on the ones who really care, in the end they'll be the only ones there."

Beca couldn't help but chime in with the next line, "And when you get old and start losing your hair, can you tell me who will still care?"

Luisa turned to smile at the brunette, but was greeted with foaming bubbles being thrown at her. "Ah!" she screeched, falling backwards against the counter. The younger woman howled in laughter, clutching at her stomach.

The larger woman grabbed the nearest thing to her, a bottle of ketchup and squeezed it hard, firing the condiment directly at the brunette. A large grin overcame her face at the look of shock on the young girl, and so the food fight commenced.

Mmmbop, ba duba dop, ba du bop, ba duba dop…

Condiments were flying, and so weren't random things, such as dish towels and oven mitts. The girls laughed and enjoyed their little fight. The song continued in the background, and everything felt as though it were in slow motion and that the only thing that mattered were the two of them.

Can you tell me? You say you can but you don't know, say you can but you don't know…

The song ended with the two women on the floor, backs up against the cupboards. Luisa had an arm wrapped around Beca's shoulders, the girl's head rested on her own shoulder. They were covered in ketchup, mustard, dish soap, flour, really anything that they had had in the kitchen and within reach they were covered with. The German pressed a soft kiss to the brunette's head. In which Beca lifted her head from Luisa's shoulder looking into those blue eyes that just captivated her; and took her into a whole other world.

"You, are physically flawless," she blurted out, quickly closing her mouth shut, and her lips clamped tightly together. The blonde smiled, and popped an eyebrow, "Danke, kleine maus." Beca could feel the tension between them, their eyes locked on each other's. Taking a leap, Beca pushed upwards, her lips meeting the older woman's. Just like the one before, it was soft, igniting sparks throughout the brunette's body, and she all but let out a soft moan.

Luisa had almost lost herself in the kiss that Beca had initiated, but was brought back at the almost non-existent moan that escaped the brunette's lips. Like a switch that had been turned on, and animalistic hunger wanted to overtake the German woman.

"Beca…" she started, pulling away, but the younger woman only wrapped a hand around the blonde's neck pulling her back.

"Don't… just kiss me," her breath was hot against Luisa's lips, and she merely obeyed. Things went from delicate to passionate, but not rough, not primal, the way in which the both of them wanted things to go, but neither wanted to push the other away by moving too fast. Their bodies turned to face each other, Luisa resting a hand on Beca's waist.

The smaller woman's hand made its way into blonde tresses. Luisa's hands pulled at the younger woman's waist, and the brunette climbed onto her lap. The blonde groaned, not quite believing that this was happening. Here she was, the woman that she had stumbled upon those so many months ago, that had made her heart flutter even though she had literally nothing to give. Nothing but light, and laughter, and something good to come home too.

The throbbing between Beca's legs had started to grow as the kiss between the two deepened. She felt a tongue graze her bottom lip and parted them. Greeted by a soft, warm tongue she moaned again, not being able to believe that the woman beneath her could ever be more perfect. Luisa pulled away, craving the feel of the brunette's skin against her lips. She was ravenous for the woman, and soon enough she was nipping away at the skin on the brunette's neck, more than sure there would be marks left there.

The feelings that were flooding through Beca's body were causing instinct to take over. Her hips had started to grind against the German, her pulsing core needing more friction. Her breathing was heavy, but so wasn't the German's. Between breathy moans Beca was able to partially speak. "We.. should, go get- ahh!" the feel of Luisa's fingertips brushing over her stomach, along with a sharp nip to her collar bone, had made her moan loudly. "Shower, we should shower," her voice was quick, not daring to be broken off by another moan.

Dark eyes looked up at her. "Are… you sure?" Luisa asked, wanting to make sure that the girl was going to be okay with what she knew would happen in the shower. "God, yes," Beca whined, driving her hips down onto Luisa.

Somehow the German had managed to stand, carrying Beca with her legs wrapped around her waist. "I hope you don't regret this, my feisty maus…"