This was prompted to me by a guest fanfiction user, Gryffindor4Life, and an anonymous blogger on tumblr. Thank you all! I hope this is what you had in mind.
Enjoy.
She should really stop taking Luisa to dates near bakeries.
Really she should.
The smell of bread and sweets permeates the air, invading all her senses.
All she can focus on is the call of fresh sourdough and the enticing scent of melted chocolate.
It's enough to make even the most satiated person beg for a taste.
"Beca," Luisa says, tapping the daydreaming brunette on the shoulder. "Liebling, you're drooling."
Beca comes back to the present with a snap, her posture straightening as her cheeks turn a shade of raspberry. She wipes at the corner of her mouth. Sure enough, there's a bit of water.
How classy.
"Sorry, what were we talking about?" She asks, grinning sheepishly.
"Planning our trip to Germany. Remember, kleine maus? You were coming with me to DSM's concert."
"Oh, right. Sorry. Yeah, let's get planning." Beca claps her hands together once, it's louder than she'd anticipated.
Luisa's eyebrow quirks in amusement as heads turn. Beca sits on her hands, determined not to embarrass herself in front of her beautiful girlfriend.
Well, at least not again.
Luisa starts talking about flights and stages and a set list, Beca tries her hardest to focus on the planner in front of her.
A draft of wind blows in her direction, the scent of sugar and flour overwhelms her nose again.
She wants a cookie.
Really badly.
"Häschen, focus." Luisa says.
"I'm not a bunny rabbit." Beca grumbles.
"You're twitching like one."
"Well you're- you're… I can't think of an insult right now. But consider yourself insulted."
"Alberne maus." Luisa says, she smiles affectionately, her hand reaching out to pet the girl's pale cheek.
It's quiet for a little while, Luisa scribbling reminders in her notebook while Beca tries to think of a decent comeback to being called silly.
There's nothing.
"Moose!" She exclaims suddenly. "I'll call you moose!"
Beca's focused on the work in front of her. So focused she doesn't hear Luisa come home.
If she'd heard the woman come in, she would have tried harder to keep the kitchen clean.
"What is going on?" Luisa's astonished voice asks.
Beca swears as she nearly jumps out her skin.
"Stop doing that, you German ninja!"
"What are you doing?" Luisa asks, inspecting the white bowl Beca's mixing, ignoring the death glare her maus is giving her.
"If you must know, I'm making chocolate chip cookies."
"Why?" Luisa asks, confused. "Do we have people coming over?"
"No, I just wanted cookies. That bakery made me crave them."
"I did not know you had a sugar tooth, häschen."
"It's sweet tooth, and I'm not a bunny rabbit." Beca says with a huff, her arms crossing. Luisa shrugs, a teasing smirk lifting the corner of her lips.
"But you're so very jumpy, kleine maus."
"Your nicknames are terrible." Beca says, deliberately turning away from her to check the cookie recipe on her phone.
Luisa walks behind her, arms on either side of the brunette's body, thoroughly trapping her between Luisa and the counter.
Beca stubbornly ignores her.
"And what nickname would you prefer?" Her hot breath dances across Beca's neck, she tries not to give away how affected she is.
Luisa can feel the rising goosebumps and the shiver zipping down the little Bella's neck, she grins against smooth alabaster skin.
"I am not quite as skilled as Pieter is at the name games, but I enjoy trying. So you do not appreciate bunny rabbit, silly or tiny mouse… What about püppchen?"
"Not a little doll." Beca says, reaching behind her to flick a bit of white flour on Luisa's black shirt.
The blonde German remains unfazed and determined.
"Diminutiv wüstenrennmaus?"
"Definitely not a diminutive gerbil." Beca says, too amused to be truly offended.
She throws more flour at her girlfriend. Luisa hums, her chin resting on Beca's shoulder, her arms letting go of the counter to wrap around Beca's waist.
She smiles wickedly when she hears the sharp inhale.
"I forgot how adorably feisty you are." Beca doesn't dignify Luisa with a response, the taller woman lets her work in silence.
"Vögelchen?" She tries again, Beca thinks about it before shaking her head.
"I don't wanna be a little bird."
"Then großer vogel?" Beca gasps in indignation.
"I am not big bird!" And with that, she scoops a handful of flour from the bag, tossing it behind her, hitting Luisa square in the face.
The blonde's normally red lips form a white O, flour dusted eyelashes open to reveal shocked blue eyes.
"Ooh, Luisa, I'm sorry. Please don't do anything rash." Beca babbles, twisting to watch as tanned and well manicured hands start to reach for potential weapons.
"Look, just put the flour down. It looks good on you! Have I told you how gorgeous you are today? Because you totally are. I've always said white was your color, and- eek!"
She's interrupted by an egg crushed over her head.
She didn't know Luisa had even seen those.
She releases a deep breath as she feels the gooey mess run down her face and back.
It must have been two eggs, because it's dripping everywhere.
Luisa looks positively impish.
She's filled with some mischievous, competitive, bold feeling and she reaches behind her for more flour.
"Oh, it is so on."
A long while later, after fighting with flour and stolen kisses and teasing German insults, Beca's craved cookies are finally made and baked.
And they taste amazing, no thanks to Luisa's snark and extra additions.
Honestly, who puts in 98% dark chocolate bits in cookies instead of semisweet chips?
Crazy German ladies who try to never enjoy the beauties of sugar, that's who.
Not that Luisa had listened to Beca's rant on the glories of calories, she had stubbornly ignored it all, choosing to eat fruits and veggies as Beca had dunked her chocolate chip cookie in milk and eaten it with relish in front of her.
Beca had seen those electric blue eyes though, and she had seen the hunger.
Now all she had to do was wait.
It's deep in the night when Beca wakes with a start. She'd heard a bang and a muffled curse.
She grins when she sees Luisa's side of the bed is empty.
Tiptoeing down the stairs on silent feet, Beca tries her best to be stealthy.
It's hard to be stealthy when the floors are so ridiculously freezing.
She wishes she'd thought to wear socks.
When she reaches the kitchen doorway, she can't cover a triumphant laugh.
For there's Luisa, her ever dignified Kommissar, sitting on the floor and leaning against the open fridge, the half eaten plate of cookies in front of her, a glass of milk held in chocolate covered hands.
Luisa looks up, startled at the sound of Beca's laughter.
She relaxes when she sees its just her Bella giggling.
She blushes, but continues to finish her cookie.
"It would seem," she says slowly, swallowing the delicious treat with obvious enjoyment. "I also have a case of the sugar tooth."