It was days before Luisa let Beca out of her sight, weeks before she felt she could leave her with someone else for nearly thirty minutes at the most, and the worst part, months had gone by and Beca still suffered from the nightmares. Every night the blonde was ready, holding Beca close as she screamed and cried her heart racing, and her body shivering.
Today though, the German was exhausted; last night's nightmares had taken a toll on her, and her comforting lasted longer than usual resulting in less sleep. Normally the blonde didn't mind, but between work and the DSM rehearsal she was completely drained. Pieter would be home with Beca at least, so she hadn't been worrying too much about it. Ever since the incident, Beca hadn't taken well to getting back to work, she actually had been avoiding music which worried the woman.
From what Luisa had gathered since she had known the girl, music was one of the things she felt most safe with; and with Beca avoiding music it made her skin itch. That also meant that she had to try and make mixes for the group, which didn't sound nearly as good as the one's the brunette made.
Before she clicked the lock to the door open, her blue eyes glanced at the one glass pane on the side of the door that was different from the others. The memory of those few days made a shiver run down her spine. Blinking slowly, she unlocked the door and walked through, something catching her ear as she closed the door. Was that- was that the sound of music coming from the kitchen? Was that Beca's voice? Was that the smell of a home cooked meal?
The blonde was confused, and she set her bags down at the doorway, her low heels clicking against the wooden floor. Peeking around the corner, her widened at the sight. Pieter was standing there with a wide smile on his face as he watched the small girl dancing around the kitchen.
"What happened to Miss Independent? No more the need to be defensive; goodbye, old you, when love it true."
The brunette's voice rung through the house, and the German smiled, catching the eye of Pieter. He merely shrugged as they both continued watching the small girl dancing around the kitchen with her eyes closed. The tall woman leaned up against the wall, resting her head against it as her heart warmed. Seeing the girl like this, seeing Beca enjoying herself was something that hadn't happened in a very long time.
"So, by changing her misconceptions, she went in a new direction, and found inside she felt a connection, she fell in love."
Beca's eyes finally opened and caught sight of her girlfriend, roommate, and best friend. She stopped dancing, a wide smile on her face. "Luisa," she stated simply, approaching the blonde and pulling her into a tight embrace. Luisa placed a soft kiss to the girl's head pulling back to look at her face. "I have not seen you like this in a very long time; have you had a good day, liebling?" the German asked, her voice soft. Pieter at this point was walking off to finish cooking whatever the tiny woman had started.
"A great day actually… I went for a walk to the park, I pulled out my iPod, and… I just felt different. I'm still afraid, but I don't want to live in fear anymore. You've been so good to me, and so has Pieter, and Chloe, and everyone that's a part of DSM. I've realized that loving you is more important than being afraid of someone that doesn't give a crap about anything except living off of the government and alcohol." Beca's speech made Luisa feel better about everything, especially about how the girl had been acting. Maybe things would start going back to normal.
The three had eaten and Pieter had retreated to his room per usual. Luisa had showered and was sprawled out on the couch, waiting for Beca so they could watch a movie. Her hair was in a sloppy bun, and the sweatpants and t-shirt she was wearing was keeping her warm. Being more tired than usual she thought that she could fall asleep, just staring at the main screen of Netflix on their television.
Her eyes blinked open when Beca appeared in the doorway. She was just wearing a large flannel shirt that just barely covered certain… areas. The blonde cleared her throat, sitting up on the couch a little and making room for the small brunette. Beca gestured for her to lie back down, and crawled into the little space in front of her so they were spooning. "What do you wanna watch?" she asked, grabbing the remote and starting to flick through comedies. "Anything is fine, maus; how about… that one?" the blonde suggested as Beca scrolled past a comedy; We're The Millers.
Beca nodded and clicked play, Jason Sudeikis wasn't a bad actor, and paired with the very-attractive-for-her-age Jennifer Aniston, she thought it might end up being a decent movie. Scooting back into Luisa she let out a satisfied sigh. The blonde wrapped an arm around the brunette and used her other arm to prop her head up.
Luisa felt herself nodding off halfway through the movie, but Beca was glued, and they had reached the scene where Jennifer was peeling her clothes off. The brunette bit her lip, thinking about that one time her and Luisa had shared in the shower. Rolling onto her back, Luisa jolted awake, her hand now resting on Beca's abdomen. She looked down sleepily, but Beca's green eyes had a whole other emotion residing in them. Something that Luisa hadn't seen before. Want, need, was it lust?
The German felt small fingers against her neck, a palm grazing her skin, a thumb stroking her cheek. A sleepy smile grew on her face as she leaned down to press the softest, most loving kiss against the younger woman's lips. Beca could feel herself losing her breath; the heat that flowed through those lips making her melt against the couch. She could feel the heat travel; from her lips, to her face, down through her chest, and igniting a small fire in her core.
Beca opened her mouth ever so slightly, using her teeth to tug at the blonde's lower lip. Luisa groaned involuntarily and it only sparked the fire more. The kisses were slow they were passionate; filled with love. Pushing herself up without breaking the contact between their lips the small brunette pushed the blonde down against the couch. She threw her leg over the woman, now straddling Lusia's hips. The German didn't resist, but didn't react either. What was happening now was almost too good to be true and she didn't want to ruin it by pushing the brunette into fear like what had happened last time.
The brunette was feeling confident this time, unafraid, and in control. She broke the touch of their lips and peppered the blonde's jaw with light kisses, moving up towards her ear where she nibbled on the German's ear lobe. "You always take such good care of me…" she whispered into the blonde's ear, "…and now I want to take care of you." Luisa's eyes shot open and she nearly choked on the air she had been breathing. Beca only chuckled and moved down to work on the blonde's neck. Should she say something? Should she stop her? The brunette bit down on sensitive skin and it cleared any words the German thought of saying as she let out a moan.
Her head fell back against the couch cushion; just letting her sense of touch take control as she closed her eyes. Soft fingers crawled up underneath her shirt; tentative, but the feather light touches made her core throb. Teeth nipped at her neck, her collar bones; the girl's thighs brushed against her own. Beca lifted the blonde's shirt, and Luisa wiggled around a little, letting her take her shirt off. The brunette went back to work, kissing down the blonde's chest, cupping one breast while she kissed and nibbled on one before moving to the other.
One of Luisa's hands gripped the top of the couch as Beca kissed and bit down her well-toned abdomen. Her breathing had quickened, but she lifted her head in confusion as suddenly everything stopped. Beca had sat up and was unbuttoning the flannel shirt she was wearing. Her eyes couldn't look away; regardless of everything Beca had been through she still had an amazing body. Beca let the shirt fall from her shoulders revealing a lacy black bra, and underwear to match. "Scheiße…" Luisa managed to choke out taking in the sight of the smaller woman.
Beca popped a brow and bit her lip with a smile. Having such an effect on the woman was making her own center throb with lust, and she was trying her hardest not to ravage the blonde goddess beneath her. She was nervous yes, but she felt so comfortable with Luisa that she hadn't given much thought to anything but the fact that she wanted to do this; have Luisa be her first. Beca didn't move and the view was making it hard for the blonde to resist her urges. Giving in, she shot up from the couch, wrapping her arms around the girl. "You are so beautiful…" the German whispered, pressing a kiss to the brunette's chest. The girl closed her eyes, and hummed. "And you are physically flawless…" Beca whispered back.
Short legs wrapped around Luisa's waist, and she took this too her advantage by getting up off the couch, and holding the brunette in the air. "Let me show you just how much I love you, Beca," her voice was husky, her eyes dark, but Beca merely bit her lip and nodded as Luisa walked them both to their bedroom.