WARNING: The rating for this chapter is M. (Rating on story will also change.)
If this was a dream, Beca didn't want to wake up.
She'd had this dream before, only, it wasn't quite as vivid as this one. She wasn't used to it feeling this amazing, either. The thin sheen of sweat covering her body, the dampness of her hair, and the sweat dripping off her brow that usually resulted from one of her more elaborate sex dreams, had never felt quite so slick.
As her body hummed with an insurmountable pleasure, she knew this couldn't be a dream. What was occurring at this very moment, was startlingly real. The slick body hovering above hers, with their soft, wet skin brushing against hers ever so gently, was real. The fingers buried deep inside of her, moving at a fast, rhythmic pace was real. The fabric couch cushion digging into the small of her back as she rocked against the fingers buried into her slick heat was real.
The gorgeous blonde staring deeply into her eyes as she fucked her into oblivion was real.
Beca and Kommissar's date earlier that night had gone off without a hitch. Kommissar was the perfect gentlewomen and Beca had found herself having a great time. Despite the fact that both women had attempted to drink their body weight in liquor and were clearly inebriated by the time they reached their apartment, Beca could honestly say that, in this moment, she was the most sober she'd ever been. Whatever alcohol was in her system earlier, had evaporated somewhere around her second orgasm.
If you asked her how many climaxes she'd had since then, she wouldn't be able to tell you. So many have followed the first – some in immediate succession - and she's embarrassed to admit that she'd lost count somewhere after five. Kommissar was like a vagina whisperer and Beca wasn't sure if she should be impressed or terrified.
Her umpteenth orgasm cut off her train of thought as a wave of pleasure thundered through her body and her vision darkened.
Impressed, Beca tiredly concluded. Definitely impressed.
Kommissar allowed Beca to, tiredly, ride out her orgasm, slowing the pace of her fingers as the brunette did so. When Beca's body stilled, Kommissar pulled out her three slick digits and brought them to her mouth, slowly licking each finger clean of Beca's wetness. Beca watched the action through half-lidded eyes and had to bite back the moan threatening to escape through her lips.
"You taste very good," Kommissar complimented in a thick voice, her eyes gleaming with unbridled lust.
Beca swallowed thickly, ignoring the growing wetness forming between her legs. She was much too sore to go another round, so she ignored the pull in her lower gut to the best of her ability.
"Yeah?" Beca asked lamely, her voice hoarse from all the moaning and screaming she may or may not have partaken in. She'd never admit to it.
"Mhm," the blonde hummed as she pressed her lips against Beca's. She slid her tongue into Beca's mouth and the brunette moaned as she tasted herself on Kommissar's tongue. "Really good," the woman said huskily as she pulled back from the kiss, her accent sounding thicker and more pronounced than Beca's ever heard it.
"So do you," Beca murmured, recalling the events of the hour before where she'd had her head between the blonde's legs. A pleasurable shudder went through her body at the conjured image. No dream could ever have compared to the real thing.
Although Beca wasn't usually the type to sleep with a person on the first date, if one looked at it through her perspective, the dinner and dessert portion that she and Kommissar had skipped on their date was definitely had now.
After all, dinner and dessert were considered essential in the scheme of a proper date, right?
Releasing a hum of content, Beca gestured for Kommissar to switch positions with her. The blonde sluggishly complied and settled herself below the brunette, allowing Beca to rest her head atop her bare chest while her strong arms wrapped around the tiny brunette's waist. Beca was too wired to sleep, but her body was exhausted.
As Beca moved her head around and propped her ear against Kommissar's chest, the sounds of rapid heartbeats filled her ears. Beca would argue that the reason for Kommissar's rapid heartbeat was due to their strenuous activities. But, as the two laid there in silence, wrapped up in each other's arms, she knew that wasn't true.
Just like she knew that wasn't the reason her heart was beating just as fast.
"It smells like sex in here," said Aubrey in disgust as she and Chloe entered Beca's apartment. Beca visibly flushed and Aubrey's eyes widened. "Wait, did you and your roommate…" Aubrey trailed off, watching in amusement as Beca's cheeks reddened in embarrassment. Beca watched Aubrey look to Chloe, the two exchanging knowing smirks.
"Sex on the first date? Who would've thought you were capable of that?" Chloe teased Beca, chuckling at the glare Beca sent her way. "How was it?" Chloe asked as she made her way into the living room, Aubrey in tow.
"None of your bus – don't sit there!" Beca blurted just as Aubrey and Chloe were about to lower their butts onto the fabric couch. The fabric couch. Her two friends stared at her, startled, until realization dawned on their faces. Beca wished the ground would swallow her up.
"You dirty girl," Chloe purred, taking a seat on the seemingly untouched love seat neighboring the aforementioned couch. Aubrey plopped down beside her. Beca remained standing, avoiding the mirthful stares and gleeful chuckles coming from her friends.
"Why are you guys here?" Beca asked, clearly exasperated.
It was ten in the morning and she was running on three hours of sleep. Her and Kommissar's activities from the night before had lasted several hours, leaving her sore, hungry, and exhausted. After their activities took place, despite how exhausted she was, Beca found herself unable to sleep. It wasn't for a lack of trying, either. Even after Kommissar had rose from the couch and headed into the bathroom to get ready for work, Beca hadn't been able to sleep.
She'd even moved into her bedroom and snuggled into her soft comforter, hoping for sleep to take over. But it never did. When it finally did, however, she'd been halfway to La La Land when her bedroom door had opened and in walked Kommissar. She remembered staring at the blonde through half-lidded eyes, curious as to what the blonde wanted.
She remembered seeing the blonde dressed in her usual work attire, which was a typical gray pantsuit. Beca remembered noticing the white blouse showing beneath her open gray blazer, which had a neckline too low to be considered professional. Beca thought she looked hot but, despite her amazing physical appearance, there was a nervous energy to the blonde that was different. It was less smug and flirtatious and more soft and careful. Before Beca's sleepy brain had a chance to assess the blonde's demeanor any further, Kommissar had gently pressed her lips to Beca's. All thoughts had flown from Beca's mind at the unexpected gesture.
Before Beca could say anything, Kommissar had mumbled an awkward "see you later" and had been out of Beca's room before the brunette had the chance to blink. Instead of dwelling upon Kommissar's odd behavior, Beca gave into the deep slumber calling out to her.
And that was the last thing she remembered before Chloe and Aubrey had knocked on her bedroom window, telling her to open the front door. Beca had run into the living room, picked up her discarded clothing from the night before and threw them onto her desk chair. She had hastily thrown on a pair of sweats and a random t-shirt from her dresser drawer before she'd gone to answer the front door.
Fast forward five minutes and here she is, annoyed, exhausted, and wanting Chloe and Aubrey out of her apartment.
"Because we wanted to see how your date went," Chloe answered, her gaze averting to the fabric couch beside her. "Obviously it went very well."
Beca rolled her eyes.
"Where'd she take you?" Aubrey asked her, resting the back of her head against the leather loveseat cushions.
"Cloud 84."
"Seriously? She took you to a club? How classy," Aubrey scoffed. Beca crossed her arms defensively.
"It was where we first met," Beca shot back.
Aubrey's features softened at the information. "Oh."
"That's cute," Chloe quipped unhelpfully. "What did you do there?"
"What do normal people usually do at a club?" Beca huffed, wanting the pointless questioning to cease so she can go back to bed.
"Someone's grouchy. Aren't people who get laid supposed to be happier?" Aubrey jabbed.
"Not when they're running on three hours of sleep and are rudely startled out of it."
"Fine. We'll come back later then," Aubrey huffed, rising up from her seat on the loveseat and pushing past Beca.
Beca rolled her eyes at that and watched in higher spirits as Aubrey exited her apartment. She thought she was in the clear until Chloe stopped in front of her, her expression earnest.
"You don't regret it, do you?" Chloe asked.
Beca didn't need specification of what 'it' was. Without having to think about her answer, she said, "No. I didn't regret it."
Chloe smiled and squeezed Beca's shoulder affectionately. "I'm glad. I'll get Aubrey to stay out of your hair for a little longer."
Beca thanked the redhead and watched as she exited her apartment, closing the door behind her. With a relieved sigh, Beca trotted back her bedroom and collapsed onto her bed.
Sleep came much easier this time around.
Beca was just replacing the, now clean, fabric couch cushions when Kommissar walked through the front door. The brunette's gaze had snapped up as she heard the sound of jingling keys, clicking heels, and rustled paper. Beca had spotted her roommate holding a large paper bag in one hand and her purse in another. Beca watched as Kommissar gracefully placed both atop the kitchen counter and turned to face the living room, noticing Beca for the first time since entering.
"Hey," said Kommissar with a small smile on her face.
"Hey," Beca replied lamely. "What's in the bag?"
"Dinner. I got some food from that Thai place you like so much," said Kommissar with a nonchalant shrug, her voice thick with embarrassment.
After a month of living together, Kommissar had managed to figure out her favorite Thai place? Beca never thought her roommate paid that much attention to her…unless it was to figure out ways to make her sexually frustrated.
"Thanks," Beca said, moving toward the kitchen area. As Beca approached the counter, she opened the container in the paper bag and saw her favorite Pad Thai special. "How'd you know this was my favorite thing to get?"
"The last time I saw you eat it, you looked like you had just had an orgasm. Seeing as I am now familiar with that look, I knew this had to be your favorite," Kommissar teased.
Beca ignored the butterflies flapping wildly in her stomach at the reminder and playfully scowled. "Whatever," she grumbled, grabbing the container from the bag, along with the plastic utensils and napkins, and brought it to the coffee table settled before the fabric couch in the living room.
Kommissar hung her blazer over the chair at the kitchen table and walked into the living room, lowering herself onto the seat beside Beca. Beca offered Kommissar the unopened fork, spoon, and knife packet and mumbled "you're welcome" when Kommissar thanked her. The two immediately dug into the Pad Thai, humming in content as the flavorful contents massaged their taste buds.
They ate in a comfortable silence that, for the first time, wasn't filled with unbearable sexual tension and flirtatious behavior that left Beca a bumbling mess. The atmosphere was easy and nice. Considering what transpired between them the night before, Beca thought it'd be at least a little awkward. She was glad that it wasn't.
That didn't mean Beca wasn't going to attempt to broach the subject of their first date sex which, after their dinner was all eaten and put away, she decided to do exactly that.
"So, about last night," Beca started unsurely, watching Kommissar closely to gauge her reaction. The blonde just smiled.
"What about it?" Kommissar asked, almost playfully.
It was Beca's turn to smile. "I enjoyed it."
"The date or the sex?"
"Both. Definitely both," Beca confirmed, nodding in earnest. "I wouldn't mind doing it again," Kommissar raised her eyebrow questioningly, "I'm referring to the date. Though, I definitely wouldn't say no if other things were to occur again."
"Is that so?" Kommissar asked, the smug smirk Beca had become so familiar with stretching across her lips.
Instead of turning into the bumbling mess she'd been known to turn into when Kommissar flashed her that smirk, Beca just chuckled.
"Yes."
"Well, what if I were to ask you on another date? A more traditional one. What would you say?" Kommissar asked, her tone playful but her gaze serious.
Beca vaguely remembered Kommissar suggesting they go on a traditional date the night before. Beca also remembered teasing Kommissar about liking her and not just wanting to get into her pants. She vividly remembered what happened after that conversation and flushed just thinking about it. But the flush wasn't just due to the memory of them having sex. It was due to the implications surrounding Kommissar asking her on a traditional date.
The blonde did, truly, like her. And sometime during the month of them living together, Beca had begun to like her, too.
"I would say yes. I'd love to go on a traditional date with you." And Beca meant it.
The genuine smile that adorned Kommissar's lips was enough to let Beca know that she wouldn't regret her decision.
fin.
A/N: Well, this is the last chapter. Thank you all for reading. I truly hope you all enjoyed this short story.
Until next time, guys.