A/N: I personally really enjoyed this chapter. I hope you all like it too! Let me know your thoughts!
Chapter 25: Safe Word
It was the night before they were to travel to Germany. A night before Chloe would confront Kommissar since Agent Price's death. A night before they would work to unravel Kommissar's growing plans for a successful powerful female army. A night before they would try to prevent Kommissar from spending trillions of fake U.S dollars for her cause, which would send the economy in a downward spiral and adding to her massive amount of weaponry to form her army. A night before Chloe would have to use every ounce of available energy to not act on her emotions, but be smart, be tactical, be strong...for her country. That was her job.
Beca had done her best to balance prepping with her partner and keeping her girlfriend in good spirits. When she could tell Chloe was getting too wrapped up in files and documents with a crazed look in her eye, Beca would walk behind her and place a glass of wine in front of her with a kiss on her cheek. It worked every time.
"So, don't be mad…" Beca said sheepishly, knowing it would get a rise out of Chloe.
"What'd you do?" Chloe whipped her head around, forgetting about the paperwork and nearly spilling her wine.
"I'll show you." Beca grinned as she grabbed her hand and walked backwards slowly. Chloe squinted at her as she set her glass down.
"You're making me nervous."
"Chill, babe." Beca rolled her eyes as she opened the door to the spare room/art room.
"Please don't tell me you've ruined my paints!" Chloe immediately ripped her hand away. "Oh my God, you reorganized everything thinking it would be helpful?"
"No!" Beca laughed as she rolled her eyes. "Wow, you have really little faith in me. No I made you something." Beca patted Chloe on her upper arms before turning to grab a covered canvas.
"So you didn't mess up any of my supplies?" Chloe glanced suspiciously at the canvas and back at Beca.
"Other than using them and putting them back in their rightful place. No." Beca said proudly. "Do you want to see what I made you?"
"Okay. Yes." Chloe let a grin spread to her face, excited to see what Beca might've created. Beca, in dramatic fashion whipped the cover off the canvas to reveal her watercolor painting. Chloe's smile faltered slightly as she studied it.
"What...what is it?" She glanced nervously at Beca, not wanting to hurt her feelings or discourage her dabbling into art.
"Feelings." Beca shrugged. "I googled different water coloring advice from the internet and a lot of them suggested just getting a feel for the colors and strokes. That when you feel something strong to just unleash it on a canvas whether it looks like anything or not."
"Oh." Chloe's smile returned as she looked more intently at the abstract artwork. There were lots of blues and greens. There were swirls in the center and then hard angles on the outside of the canvas. Chloe could psychoanalyze this piece with her limited psychology knowledge from college, but she didn't want to go there.
"Its bad, right?" Beca winced as she spun the canvas around, hiding it.
"No!" Chloe reached out.
"It looks like a four year old drank all the paints and threw up." Beca tilted her head back to look at her art more thoroughly.
"No, Beca." Chloe quickly snatched the canvas from Beca's hands. "Its actually really beautiful. I love it. What were you…" She paused briefly as she looked down at the colors and shapes. "What were you feeling when you made it?"
"Oh, just, you know stuff. I wanted to do something for you." Beca shrugged as she rubbed the back of her neck. Chloe secretly loved it when her usually cocky girlfriend got a little shy and self-conscious, though she'd never tell Beca that.
"I think it looks amazing." Chloe gave her a little nudge as she inspected it further. "Maybe we can do some art together sometimes."
"Yeah. I mean, I'd suck, but it'd be fun."
"Oh don't be so hard on yourself." Chloe rolled her eyes as she carefully set the painting down. "And I've heard there's some body painting classes out there that would be a lot of fun." She winked, making Beca blush. She stepped closer, pushing her thought a little further. "Maybe even dabble in some nude art. You'd make a great model."
"O-kay." Beca took a step back as she laughed. "This was just supposed to be a nice little 'look at my pathetic art so you feel better' thing, and you go and turn it into something sexual."
"Oh like you're not a pro at making things sexual. Plus, you make it so easy." Chloe shrugged innocently as she brushed her lips against Beca's. They stayed there for a moment hovering beside each other, comfortable in each other's gazes. "Spending the night?" Chloe asked quietly to break the silence.
"Is that an invitation?" Beca flashed her confident grin again.
"Only if you promise to be a nude model for me someday." Chloe winked.
"Oh my God, I'm going home." Beca tried to move past Chloe with feigned effort.
"Oh shush. You're staying." Chloe grabbed her by the arms. "And I'll get you to model for me someday, mark my words."
"Well, I need something to sleep in. I don't plan on sleeping in the nude and giving you any ideas." Beca wrapped her hands around Chloe's waist.
"There's some shirts in the closet. Help yourself." Chloe gave her a quick peck before grabbing the painting and trying to decide where a good spot to hang it would be.
Beca was grabbing a t-shirt from a shelf in Chloe's closet when a box fell to the floor. She went to put it back on the shelf, but the lid had fallen off, giving her a view of what was inside. Her mouth dropped open which quickly morphed into a smirk.
"Oh, Chloe?" Beca sang out cheerily as she held the box.
"What are you-" Chloe peeked into the room and froze when she saw the box Beca was holding. "Oh my God, put that away!" She lunged at Beca who quickly avoided her and held the box steady.
"Oh, I think not." Beca couldn't control her laughter. "I gotta say, this is not what I was expecting to find when you sent me searching for sleep clothes."
"Beca, put it back." Chloe sat on her bed and put her head in her hands in embarrassment.
"There's no way I'm letting this go, babe." Beca kept laughing as she pulled out a pair of fur handcuffs. "You...are kinky!"
"Oh my God, stop." Chloe groaned.
"Why? Its sexy." Beca grinned. "And a strap on...and various sizes? Nice."
"This isn't funny!" Chloe jumped from the bed, fighting back her own smile as she lunged at the box again.
"No, funny's not the word I would use." Beca agreed. "Outrageously hot, yes."
"You weren't supposed to see this stuff."
"Why not?!" Beca shot back, slightly offended but determined to change that mindset of Chloe.
"Its embarrassing!" Chloe whined as she rubbed her fingers against her closed eyelids.
"Why are you embarrassed?" Beca set the box down. "I've used strap-ons before. I've also been cuffed." She swayed her head as if that were a badge of honor.
"W-what?" Chloe froze.
"Its not some deep, dark, twisted sexual fantasy, Chlo. Its pretty tame when it comes to kinks. Now if you had whips and paddles, or dog leashes I might be a little more concerned." Beca let out a laugh as she examined the strap-ons in the box.
"You're not freaked out?" Chloe looked hesitantly at Beca who was looking pretty excited.
"No!" Beca responded as if it was a preposterous question. "If you wanted to do some weird role playing where I was some child or if you had like a foot fetish, yeah I'd be freaked out. Straps and cuffs, not so much."
Chloe let out a sigh of relief. Beca put everything back in the box and put it back in its place before turning back to Chloe.
"So...do you like wearing it or getting it?"
"Oh my God, Beca!" Chloe slapped her on the arm as she felt herself blush furiously. She spun around to avoid eye contact.
"What? I'm just curious?" Beca held her arms out in a shrug. "For the record, I like wearing it." She shot Chloe a wink once she braved making eye contact again. "Especially those double sided ones."
"Ok cool, great. I need to brush my teeth." Chloe let out a huff before trying to squeeze past Beca to the bathroom to escape her embarrassment. But Beca grabbed her arms.
"Hey, its not weird, okay?" Beca said sincerely, dropping her joking tone. "I want to try everything in that box with you, okay? Like I really, really want to." Beca bit her lip to try and prove her point. "There is no reason for you to be embarrassed."
"Yeah?" Chloe asked shyly but hopeful.
"Yes. Hard yes." Beca nodded aggressively. "But, I think we should talk."
"I wasn't wanting to do anything tonight!" Chloe raised her hands in defense.
"That's not what I meant." Beca laughed as she guided Chloe to sit by her on the bed. "Look, we've both been through some intense stuff, right?"
"Yeah." Chloe nodded, curious where this was going.
"And in the past I've had um...experiences with women...that weren't real relationships, you know, one night stands; so we never really discussed anything. And sometimes that made things weird. And I think that it would be good if we, um...you know had a word maybe to let each other know if something was too much?" Beca had somehow switched roles with Chloe into being the fumbling, awkward one.
"You want a safe word?" Chloe asked worried. "I'd never want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable, Beca."
"No, I know. And me neither." Beca was quick to reassure. "Its just sometimes, one thing leads to another. And something might make one of us feel weird that the other person doesn't realize. And I know this is still kind of new for both of us, but after seeing your little secret box, I really want to test out some of that equipment." She winked before continuing. "But I think a safe word would be...prudent?"
"Prudent?" Chloe nodded with a little smile.
"Yeah." Beca nodded.
"Okay, we can have one. Just in case."
"Ideas?"
"Magnolia?" Chloe suggested.
"Magnolia?" Beca tilted her head back. "No, that makes me think of old women and allergies."
"Fine what's your suggestion."
"Pineapple?"
"That's so cliche!" Chloe threw her head back in exasperation. "And besides, I enjoy pineapples and pineapple flavored things for obvious reasons." She shot Beca a wink. "I don't want it ruined by a safe word."
"Mango?" Beca quickly countered again.
"Ooh, I hate mango!" Chloe clapped her hands. "Their texture is weird and a little bland."
"Okay, we're not critiquing mangos, now." Beca shook her head with a laugh before turning serious again. "So if anything makes us uncomfortable or anything we say mango and we stop, no explanations necessary, right?"
"Right." Chloe nodded briefly.
"Okay." Beca gave Chloe a quick kiss on the cheek. "I am really looking forward to exploring that box." She stood up with a pat to Chloe's thigh to get dressed and ready for bed before Chloe could respond or get to the bathroom. Chloe let out a deep breath as she shoved her box back in the close, but couldn't help but grin as she felt a blush on her cheeks, imagining her and Beca putting those things to use.
They were on the flight to Germany, Beca holding Chloe's hand under the table to keep her relatively calm. Chloe was busy flipping through their binders, even though she'd read through them a hundred times already. Beca pretended to skim through hers as well to make Chloe feel a little less obsessive when Aubrey came over with a silver coffee pot and three mugs in hand.
"You guys need to take a break." She said sternly as she poured everyone a cup. Beca slyly removed her hand from Chloe's as she set her elbows on the table, welcoming a hot cup of caffeine.
"How long till we get there?" Beca asked as she stirred in a little sugar.
"Two hours." Aubrey stated as she nudged a cup closer to Chloe who hadn't stopped reading her briefings. "Chlo, drink up. I want to inform you of a slight change in the itinerary so to speak."
"What kind of change?" Chloe quickly sat up straight and glared at Aubrey with nervousness.
"Not so much a change." Aubrey hesitated. "Just part of the plan I haven't run by you two."
"What?" Beca and Chloe both gasped in frustration and fear.
"Aubrey you know how…" Beca was about to say how stressed Chloe is about the mission and she didn't need any extra reasons to worry, but she held her tongue. She wasn't sure if that was too girlfriend-y and they were still keeping everything a secret.
"Look, I know you two love to be prepared. But Captain Littner and myself were discussing it last night and we think we have a better option at finding Kommissar's base where she keeps her secrets."
"Fine. What is it?" Chloe asked in irritation, already pretty sure she wouldn't like whatever it was.
"Beca needs to seduce her." Aubrey said quickly, like ripping off a band-aid.
"Excuse me?!" Chloe slammed her mug down on the table and could hear her voice almost echo through the plane. She gulped in embarrassment as she tried to calm herself down. There wasn't a good reason for her to get THAT upset about Beca fake seducing anyone. Aside from the fact that she was her secret girlfriend and it was literally going to be torture for Chloe to watch.
"Hear me out." Aubrey raised her hands defensively. "Kommissar is a known womanizer. She is driven by power, but she is very reckless. She brings women back to her base for one night stands, never seeming to worry if they'll give away its location. She knows who you are, obviously. But she's never met Beca. If we can get her to take Beca back to her place, we'll be in a prime position to take down her operation. Its also well known that when Kommissar takes a conquest home, she dismisses all her security detail. If we just try and follow her on our own without this plan, we'll have far greater difficulty."
"Do you not realize how much danger that puts Beca in?" Chloe asked as she tried to find the flaws.
"Of course we do. We don't make any decisions without weighing the risks. And she's an agent, Chloe, her entire job is danger." Aubrey clenched her jaw in frustration, wondering if she'd be willing to explain herself to any other subordinate.
"But if we go with this plan-" Chloe started, trying to figure out something that would keep Beca from having to seduce this woman whom she hated. She didn't want to imagine having to watch that scene unfold.
"Chloe!" Aubrey interrupted, pinching the bridge of her nose trying to stay calm. "This isn't up for discussion. It has been decided by your bosses. I'm not going to explain myself any further. Beca, read through this. It'll help you prepare for how to interact with her." Aubrey stood and tossed a small pamphlet at Beca.
"Got it." Beca quickly opened it to flip through the pages, avoiding watching the awkward tension between the other two women. Chloe was seething, but remaining quiet. She didn't feel like getting scolded any further, especially in front of Beca. Aubrey stood for a moment, waiting to see if Chloe would say anything else. When all she received was a glare, she turned around to go back to her seat to get some rest before they landed.
They landed in Germany and had gotten an RV for the op. The plane ride was awkwardly filled with silent tension between Aubrey and Chloe. Beca read through a pamphlet on how to seduce some psychotic war general who was trying to send the U.S into an economic tailspin while sitting right next to her girlfriend. And it didn't help when Chloe would glance over and peak at the page Beca was on before turning to flip angrily through her own binder. Beca hadn't been nervous all week but now she could practically feel the sweat about to ooze out of her pores.
They all silently climbed into the RV and Beca was handed a bag with the clothes she needed to wear for the night. She stepped in between Aubrey and Chloe and went to the bed area to change. Aubrey and Chloe looked at each other for a minute before Aubrey turned around to make some coffee.
"I'm going to go see if Beca needs any help." Chloe mumbled as she brushed past Aubrey. Chloe slid into the room to see Beca fidgeting with the front of her silky black pants suit. Chloe had to focus on closing her mouth because she was pretty sure it hit the floor as soon as she took a look at Beca.
"I hate this!" Beca groaned as she wiggled her chest and adjusted the straps. "I think they got me a size too small."
"No, I think they got the exact size they wanted." Chloe smirked as she stepped closer. "For what its worth I think you look pretty damn sexy."
"Oh, yeah?" Beca stopped fidgeting as she turned to smirk at her girlfriend.
"Mhm." Chloe looked her up and down as she licked her lips. "In fact its taking an astounding amount of self-control to not throw you on this bed and show you exactly what this outfit is doing to me." Chloe whispered in Beca's ear, letting her lips linger.
"Wow." Beca let out a breath as she closed her eyes, feeling her arousal spike in an instant. "Careful you don't want to get me all turned on before I have to go and seduce another woman."
"Ugh don't remind me." Chloe grumbled as she took a step back.
"Well, speaking of which…" Beca swallowed hard and looked hesitantly at Chloe. "How much, um, how far am I allowed to go? I mean, obviously I'm not going to actually sleep with her. But-"
"Beca, its a mission. You need to do what you have to." Chloe answered quickly, obviously not wanting to dwell on this conversation.
"No, I know." Beca paced around nervously. "But like where should I stop?"
"Look, if it were up to me you wouldn't even be allowed to wink in her direction." Chloe folded her arms as Beca fought back a smirk. "But you need to keep your cover. Do what you used to do with your one night stands."
"Are you mad?"
"Yes, Im mad. No one wants to see their girlfriend stick her tongue down someone else's throat or grope them or anything. I can't believe Aubrey wouldn't even run this by me." Chloe shrugged her arms in the air as she sat on the bed.
"She doesn't know we're dating." Beca said softly as she sat beside her. "From an objective perspective this is actually a pretty good idea with minimal risk."
"Yeah minimal risk being she figures out who you are and kills you on the spot." Chloe said quietly while she nervously fidgeted with her hands.
"That's not gonna-" Beca put her arm around Chloe when the redhead quickly spun to face her.
"You can't say that. You don't know it won't happen. I lost a partner here already. I don't...I can't lose you." Chloe shook her head, biting back tears.
"You won't." Beca twisted to face Chloe and grabbed her by her cheeks. "I promise." She pulled her closer and let her lips gently brush against Chloe's. Chloe quickly pulled her forward and licked quickly into Beca's welcoming mouth. They exchanged heavy breaths as Beca wrapped a hand around Chloe's lower back. They were about to get lost in the kiss when Beca abruptly pulled back.
"Seriously, you can't get me all hot and bothered like that before I go in there." Beca slowly opened her eyes and let her fingers stroke the back of Chloe's neck as they caught their breath.
"I just want you to know what'll be waiting for you when you come back." Chloe grinned as she gave Beca another quick kiss. "That and the little box in my closet? We're definitely putting the contents to use when we get home. That should give you a little extra motivation to make it out of there quickly, huh?"
"Shit." Beca groaned, images flocking to her mind that she really didn't want to be happening right now. Luckily her thoughts were interrupted by Aubrey calling from the dining area to get a move on.
"We'll be close by." Chloe stood up with Beca and adjusted her outfit. "As soon as things get sketchy I'll be there to kick her ass okay?"
"I assumed as much." Beca laughed. "I'll be careful. And whatever I have to do with her, just know I'll be pretending its you."
"I would hope so." Chloe couldn't help herself as she pulled Beca in for one last kiss.
Beca went inside the hotel where the party was being held in which Kommissar was in attendance. Even though she was wearing a nice outfit that she'd never actually wear herself, she still felt slightly under-dressed. She scanned the room for Kommissar. She wasn't going to immediately make her move, but she did want to keep eyes on her just in case someone else started getting cozy.
She didn't realize she would feel so out of her element. She'd gone undercover before but it was never for anything this classy. Except for one or two times with Chloe, but she didn't count those because she had Chloe with her to make her more relaxed. Now, she was flying solo at an elegant party where she was going to try and trick a woman who wasn't her girlfriend into taking her home for the night. She was glad she didn't have too much time to dwell on that or else she might've gone crazy.
The words Chloe had said echoed in her mind. 'Just do what you would do with your one night stands.' She rested an elbow on the bar with her back to the bartender and tried to make subtle eye contact with Kommissar. It was like she had communicated telepathically because Kommissar glanced over. Beca flashed her the signature smirk before glancing down. When her eyes came back up, Kommissar was still staring.
"Perfect." Beca whispered into her glass as she stood up to walk towards the blonde.
"Couldn't help but notice you glancing my way." Beca strolled up to Kommissar as she finished her drink.
"I believe I was the one who caught you." Kommissar shot back.
"Well, you can't really blame me for glancing at the most beautiful woman in the room." Beca shrugged. Before the blonde could reply, Beca added sheepishly. "Was that lame? That was a terrible pick up line."
"Could use some work." Kommissar grinned as she looked Beca up and down. "You...are like a pint sized goddess."
"Wow, thanks." Beca tried not to choke on her last sip. "I usually just go by Anna."
"You are cute, flustered." Kommissar ran a finger along Beca's jaw, and Beca had to fight every urge to jolt away.
"You look like you could use a fresh drink." Beca nodded at the empty glass. "How bout I freshen that up and you can see how really cute I can be."
"I don't like cute, though." Kommissar playfully narrowed her eyes.
"I can be whatever you want." Beca whispered with a wink.
"I like that, Anna." Kommissar smiled widely as she handed over her glass. "Whiskey. Neat. Then we dance."
"Woman after my own heart." Beca tilted the glass toward Kommissar as she spun to retreat to the bar. She set the glasses down and waited for the bartender. She looked up, did a double take, and nearly fell over when she saw Chloe in front of her. Although it hardly looked like Chloe. She was wearing a black wig and dark rimmed glasses.
"Aubrey made a compromise." Chloe winked as she poured top shelf whiskey into both glasses.
"Wow." Was all Beca could breathe out.
"I'm not going to get involved. Just in case shit hits the fan, you can know I'm here." Chloe said as she slid the full glasses back.
"Just a thought. You should, um, keep that wig for when we get home. Glasses too." Beca couldn't control her eyes scanning up and down Chloe.
"Noted. Now, go on. Don't want to make your date suspicious." Chloe bit back a grin. Beca let out a heavy breath as she forced herself to turn around and return to Kommissar, who thankfully wasn't watching Beca flirt with the bartender.
"Tell me, feisty mouse, what is it you do? What brings you to my little soiree?" Kommissar accepted the drink as she took a seat on a circular couch that surrounded a fountain.
"I'm feisty mouse now?" Beca tried not to sound offended.
"I like my women little and feisty. You are perfect." Kommissar clinked their glasses as she leaned in close, giving Beca an eye full of cleavage. Beca forced herself to look, knowing that's what she would do on a date. "You didn't answer my question."
"Oh, I'm uh…" Beca licked her lips, acting like she was trying to hide being turned on. Even though she really just wanted to run away screaming. "I took over my father's international arms dealing company. We trade various heavy weaponry around the globe. I heard you might be interested in buying or selling. And I think I lucked out. I've never done business with a woman quite so...gorgeous."
"You flatter me." Kommissar brushed her hand against Beca's shoulder. "So you are only flirting with me to make a business deal?"
"No. Business would just be an added bonus." Beca let her eyes flick down to Kommissar's lips before returning to her eyes. "And I've never bought into that saying to not mix business with pleasure. Why not have the best of both worlds?"
"I whole-heartedly agree. Do you dance, feisty mouse?"
"I've been told I can hold my own."
"Hm..I'd prefer you'd hold me." Kommissar downed her drink and stood up with a hand held out for Beca.
"I think I could suffer through that." Beca smirked as she rose and walked to the dance floor with the German.
"So…" Kommissar held Beca's hand and waist to lead. "Tell me what you find so gorgeous about me."
"Oh, so you're going fishing for compliments, huh?" Beca said playfully as she let Kommissar spin her. "We can play that game. For one, your eyes are this shade of blue that I swear doesn't exist on the planet except in your eyes. I could get lost in them. And I mean your legs...they go on for miles. And when you smile at my lame jokes or awkwardness? That smile could turn me into a puddle." Beca said all these things with Chloe in mind, which made it much easier to say them with confidence.
"Such a charmer." Kommissar blushed and shook her head as she pulled Beca close. "Have you heard the rumors about how I usually take a girl home at the end of these nights?"
"I have. But I have no doubts you are a respectable woman."
"Mm...yes. But…" Kommissar leaned down to whisper in Beca's ear and Beca could see Chloe from over her shoulder trying not to stare daggers at them. "I want to do very, very un-respectable things to you tonight."
"Wow." Beca felt herself trip a little as she tried to catch her breath. "I'd...um, that sounds, um."
"Shush, feisty mouse. Meet me outside in five minutes. I'll pick you up out front." Kommissar released Beca from her grip. "And I can take you back home to...discuss a business proposition. Among other things." She shot Beca a wink as she disappeared down a hall.
Beca was a flustered mess. She knew this was the goal, but it was different in planning and reading then in action. She scurried to the bar to see Chloe. Chloe took a deep breath, exhaling her anger at the German blonde who had her hands all over her girlfriend. She hoped she hadn't been too obvious with the glaring, but she was glad Beca was away, for now.
"Are you going to be following?" She asked as Chloe poured her a shot of vodka, which she knew Beca preferred, to calm her down.
"Yes. Me, Aubrey and agent Donald will be behind you in the RV. Don't stress. Remember she always dismisses her security detail when she pulls these moves."
"She's aggressive, Chlo. I'm not sure-"
"You can do this. And we will be there before anything happens. I won't let her do anything to you." Chloe said firmly.
"Okay." Beca downed the shot and slammed it on the counter. "One more for luck?"
Beca was waiting out front, shifting awkwardly. Her instructions were to meet Kommissar here, but she was wondering where she was. She was hoping her cover wasn't blown. Thankfully, she knew Chloe had returned to the RV and they were patiently waiting to follow them. A loud roaring engine came speeding up the driveway and screeching to a halt. Kommissar rolled the window down, beaming proudly at Beca.
"Alright, feisty mouse. Get in. If you aren't scared."
"Oh, I'm not scared." Beca slid into the seat. "I may be small, but I pack a mighty punch. I just hope you can handle me."
Kommissar giggled and tilted her head back before shooting Beca a smoldering glare. "Buckle up, Anna."
They sped off down the dark streets of Germany, and Beca was doing her best to maintain her confidence. She kept looking for the RV but knew it was good she didn't see them, they needed to stay hidden. She could do this. She just wasn't sure if she needed to focus on Chloe or block her out of her mind during this next phase of the mission.
Aubrey and Chloe were a good distance away from the speeding car, but had a tracker on Beca's phone to follow. They sat hunched over the small table, listening closely to the conversation. Chloe was trying not to get aggravated by the flirtatious talk, trying even harder to hide her annoyance from Aubrey. Aubrey could tell though.
"I'm not an idiot, I know this bothers you." Aubrey said softly. "But this was the best plan. She's really not in too much danger, we're going to be close."
"I know."
"And I know you still view us as peers, but Chloe I'm your boss. You need to start respecting that. The job was yours, and you turned it down. I'll always feel like I was second place, but it is what it is. When I make a decision you need to accept it. And especially in front of agents, you can't try to undermine me." Aubrey kept her gaze on the table, hating that she's had to play the boss card multiple times now.
"I'm sorry, Aubrey…" Chloe sighed. "I'm not trying to undermine you. I just get defensive when my partner's life is played like a chess piece."
"That's not how I viewed it, Chlo."
"I just...can't lose another partner here." Chloe clenched her jaw, staring at her hands in her lap.
"You won't. Beca is smart and strong. Plus, we're literally right here."
"I was right there with Price too." Chloe glanced up to make eye contact with Aubrey. "Didn't help then."
"You gotta trust, Chloe. Trust me. Trust Beca. Trust the plan. Trust yourself."
Chloe just nodded as she felt her stomach churn listening to what Kommissar and Beca were doing now.
Beca stepped inside and let out a grunt of surprise when Kommissar immediately shoved her against the door and aggressively attacked her lips. Beca's brain was going 100 miles an hour. She knew Chloe was on the headset and could hear everything. And that made her want to empty her stomach contents. But she also knew she had to seduce Kommissar just a little further to get access to her forged American money or armory. Either one would be enough for her at this point.
"Hey." Beca broke up their make out with a gentle nudge to the blonde's hips. "Not that this isn't amazing." She purposefully glanced down to Kommissar's swollen lips and heaving chest. "I mean, like super hot. But I'm a...prudent business woman."
"This is just business for you?" Kommissar tilted her head, not sounding disappointed exactly, but curious.
"No!" Beca quickly lunged forward and planted a quick kiss on her lips. "Its just I want to...thoroughly...enjoy this night with you. And I think I'd be able to focus if we got that boring little bit of business done with."
"Sexy and smart." Kommissar shook her head. "I hit the jackpot tonight."
"Oh, that's still up for debate." Beca flirted with ease, but was still nauseous.
"So what exactly are you looking for out of this arrangement?"
"You mean besides sex with a gorgeous, powerful woman?" Beca asked innocently.
Chloe was in the van and choked back a scoff as she rolled her eyes.
"Such a sweet talker." Kommissar ran her hand a long Beca's arm.
"In seriousness, I'm just looking to create a good business deal. And if that includes other benefits, I'm a happy camper." Beca shrugged.
"Follow me." Kommissar grinned as she waved her fingers at Beca as she began to guide her to the secret vault that the Agency was so desperate to gain access to. They walked through a hallway, down basement steps, and down another short hallway, to a door that led to a sub-basement. It was dark and mysterious and Beca was trying not to feel scared. She was an agent. She's been in worse situations and in stranger places.
"This…" Kommissar spread her arms out proudly. "Is my vault."
The space was massive. It must have covered the same space as the entire first floor of the compound. The guns and weaponry was organized impeccably. Beca was really quite impressed. And on the opposite side of the large sub-basement was a wall that had a door that looked like one of the massive vaults in a bank.
"This is the arms I have accumulated to begin my army. As you can see, everything is labeled and arranged flawlessly. And this." She typed a code on the metal door. "Is where I keep my American money and forgery machine."
This woman had to be stupid, Beca thought. She'd known Beca all of five hours and was showing her the biggest secrets that could get her killed. What was Kommissar's deal?
"I am…impressed." Beca said as she gazed around at all the guns and money. "You've done pretty well for yourself."
"Well, that's an understatement." Kommissar scoffed. "Now...I've shown you mine. You show me yours."
"Does this dress look like it would be able to disguise a massive amount of firearms?" Beca waved her hand up and down her body. "I don't have them physically on me to show you. But here, I can show you our inventory at the warehouse." Beca pulled out her fake phone and was suddenly grateful for Aubrey's almost crazy attention to detail as she pulled up her fake company's private website. Kommissar snatched the phone and briefly perused.
"You look like you've done pretty well for yourself." She said, parroting back the same words to Beca.
"And because this could a mutual benefiting relationship, in more ways than one." Beca paused for a wink. "I can cut you a deal. You can pick what you'd like to trade or buy my equipment right out. And either way, I'll make sure you end up taken care of. We can arrange the logistics later."
"Splendid." Kommissar shoved the phone back into Beca's hand. "Now, let's celebrate. And I will let you truly take care of me."
"After you." Beca smirked as she held the vault door open for the blonde.
Aubrey snapped at Agent Donald to as stealthily as possible drive the mile to the compound.
"Beca, keep her occupied for just a bit longer. We're a mile out and don't need her being on alert for noises."
Beca obviously couldn't answer.
"You'll be fine, Beca." Chloe added as they moved at a snail's pace down the rocky path.
Kommissar was intent on leading Beca up to the bedroom, but Beca gently grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her close.
"I'm assuming you have alcohol in this place? We should toast." Beca pulled Kommissar's hand up to her lips and gave her knuckles a chaste kiss.
"And we have much to celebrate." Kommissar winked and changed the course to the kitchen, dragging Beca along behind her. She poured them a generous glass of what Beca knew to be very expensive whiskey. She didn't dislike whiskey, but vodka was her choice of liquor. And she felt like every taste of whiskey on her lips was another taste of lies she was trying to prove to Kommissar.
"Cheers." The blonde clinked their glasses, grabbed the bottle and then sent Beca a smoldering look over her shoulder for her to follow. Beca took a deep breath, downed her own glass, and tentatively followed.
Meanwhile, the RV carrying Chloe and Aubrey was moving at a snail's pace, must to Chloe's dismay. She needed to get to that compound immediately. And for the first time ever, she wished she had access to Beca's bike so she could speedily make her way to the compound and kick the blonde German's ass. Her jaw was clenched as she could only hear voices and noises over her ear piece.
"Get undressed." Kommissar ordered and the sloppy kissing sounds could be heard loud and clear.
"You're eager." Beca shot back and Chloe wasn't sure if she heard clothes coming off or not. But there was definitely more kissing, and Chloe was about to completely combust.
"How far away are we?!" She barked at Aubrey, despising the fact that they had chosen this monstrosity of a vehicle to tail Kommissar and her girlfriend.
"Couple minutes." Agent Donald said nervously. "With the road conditions, its as fast as I can go without blowing a tire."
"Hey...hey watcha doin?" Beca's voice came back over the earpiece, sounding worried.
"We're celebrating. And you're all mine." Kommissar's predatory voice sent a chill down Chloe's spine. She was considering jumping out and just running for the compound at the pace the RV was going.
"Hey...mm...wait...how about….some...mangos." Chloe froze as she heard Beca's voice mumble between what she knew were messing and gross kisses.
"Mangos?" Kommissar sounded confused.
"Yeah, they're a very sexy fruit. I've heard they improve stamina and stimulation. So, any...mangoes...laying around this palace of yours?" Chloe didn't miss Beca's intentional emphasis on the word mangos.
"For you. I can probably find some. Your theory better be right." Kommissar said with one more kiss and footsteps could be heard.
"Chloe what are you doing?" Aubrey asked when she saw Chloe lunge for the door.
"I'm faster than this snail of a vehicle. I'm going in." Chloe said determinedly, knowing Beca was in trouble. She took off in a sprint, the jump from the slow moving monster not too difficult. She raced through the open back door and could hear Kommissar in the kitchen. She saw a set of stairs to her right and took them two at a time as quietly as she could.
"Beca, which room are you in?" Chloe whispered as she got to the hall.
"Master bedroom? I didn't exactly see the doors around me." She whispered back sheepishly. Chloe just groaned in frustration, imagining what might have been keeping her partner distracted. She moved door by door until she found the one.
"Oh geez." Chloe sighed as she rushed over to the bed where Beca was. Her hands were tied to each post of the bed, her clothes were off aside from her strapless bra and underwear. "I'm going to kill her."
"Calm down, Chloe." Beca wriggled her hands as Chloe hurried to untie them.
"What have we here?" Kommissar entered the room before Chloe could get Beca's other hand untied. She held a plate of sliced mangos in one hand and a gun in the other. Chloe narrowed her eyes at the blonde, who immediately recognized her.
"I see you haven't gotten any smarter since I last saw you." Chloe smirked as she pulled her gun from its holster.
"Says the woman who enters my own home where I have an infirmary." Kommissar smirked right back, setting the plate on the nearby dresser. "And why are you interfering with my sexytimes. You bitch killed my father, why take away any joy I have left."
"She's not yours." Chloe growled, trying not to give away that Beca was an agent or her girlfriend.
"Oh, and I suppose she's yours?" Kommissar laughed. "You'll have to fight me for her. Don't worry, feisty mouse, we'll continue in a moment. This shouldn't take-" Kommissar's haughty words were interrupted by Chloe hitting her in the temple with the butt of her gun. Beca was nervous, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't just a little bit turned on watching Chloe fight for her.
Kommissar gave Chloe an elbow to the ribs. Chloe responded by putting her in a headlock. They grappled to the floor and Chloe slammed her knee into Kommissar's ribs. While Kommissar gasped for breath, Chloe glanced at Beca, who was still in bed, one hand tied. Chloe could almost hear Beca's inner voice now saying 'that's hot' and she gritted her teeth.
"You could help, you know!" Chloe barked. Beca quickly snapped out of her daze and rolled over to untie her other wrist. She quickly got the knot undone and stumbled out of the bed. Kommissar saw that Beca was apparently on Chloe's side, and gave Chloe a firm punch in the cheek in retaliation, knocking her back.
Beca gave Kommissar a kick to the side after seeing the bruise already forming on Chloe's face. She gritted her teeth and, although barely dressed, was poised to strike.
"You disappoint me, feisty mouse." Kommissar stood to her feet, barely grimacing from the kick.
"My name's not fucking feisty mouse!" Beca growled and lunged at Kommissar who quickly took a step left, dodged Beca's attack, and effortlessly flipped Beca on her back. She made a tisk sound as she returned the kick to the ribs.
"That's not exactly how I pictured you ending up on your back tonight, but it'll do." Kommissar chuckled proudly. Her gloating was short lived when Chloe grabbed a lamp and slammed it over the top of Kommissar's head. Glass shattered everywhere, and Kommissar growled angrily.
"You bitch!" She shouted as she held a hand to her head. Before Chloe could strike another attack, Kommissar gave her two quick punches to the ribs, then a punch to her inner shoulder, and a knee to the solar plexus. Chloe fell to her knees, gasping for air. Beca quickly retaliated by trying to subdue Kommissar in a headlock position that Chloe had taught her. Unfortunately, the move didn't work as well against someone with such a height advantage. Kommissar laughed again, before spinning around to grab Beca by her throat.
"We could have had passionate, erotic, blow-your-mind love making, but you are such a fool." Kommissar held Beca off the ground and pushed her against the wall, tightening her hold on her throat. "You'll regret-" Kommissar started saying with a smirk before she let out a sharp ear-piercing scream. Beca dropped to the ground, coughing for breath and saw Kommissar holding her leg, which had Chloe's knife buried deep inside. Chloe stood proudly.
"I just needed her to shut the fuck up." Chloe shrugged as she grabbed the rope that had previously bound Beca's wrists. She used it as a tourniquet on Kommissar's leg and then cuffed her hands behind her back.
"Why don't you just kill me, you idiot?" Kommissar grumbled as she tried to fight the pain away.
"Death is too good for you. I hope you enjoy rotting in a cell on American soil. I'm sure Fat Amy has a few choice locations for you." Chloe grinned as she helped back regain her breath.
"Who the hell is this Fat Amy?" Kommissar spat out.
"Oh, you'll find out, I'm sure." Chloe and Beca chuckled as Beca hurried to grab her clothes and leave Kommissar writhing in pain to wait for the FBI to come and escort her away.
"Good work. Both of you." Aubrey stated, pleased, as a group of agents that had been brought in by chopper hurried inside the compound to retrieve the weapons and forging machinery. "Agent Hobart is also quite pleased with your work. Wants to buy you drinks when you get back to the States."
"I will let her buy me all the liquor she wants after that ordeal." Beca shivers. "Note to self. Not a fan of fake seduction."
"Wasn't easy to watch and hear either." Chloe shot an eyebrow up at her and then looked at Aubrey, realizing what she said. "I mean, it was awkward right?" She tried to recover.
"Yes." Aubrey nodded with a snort. "I'm surprised you survived."
"I held my own just fine." Beca rolled her eyes at Aubrey's insinuation.
"Until I had to come and rescue your ass." Chloe scoffed as she breezed past her partner to walk with Aubrey.
"Oh, please!" Beca tried to defend as she skipped to keep up. "I was holding my own just fine."
Aubrey and Chloe exchanged amused glances and let Beca believe what she wanted without argument.
The flight back was tiresome as they kept hitting turbulence, usually when one or the other was on the cusp of much needed sleep. Chloe kept fidgeting in her seat and Beca would go back and forth between laying her head on the table or uncomfortably leaning back.
"Dude, I need to sleep." Beca whined as the jet hit another pocket of turbulence, jostling the passengers. She glanced over at Aubrey who was reading a novel, seemingly unfazed.
"We're almost an hour out, I think." Chloe said softly, with her eyes still closed. "We'll sleep soon enough."
Beca fidgeted more in her seat, forcing her eyes closed. She stilled when she felt Chloe's hand take hers and interlace their fingers.
"Just pretend we're at home on solid ground sleeping in a nice warm bed." Chloe whispered, peeking one eye open to see Aubrey's back to them.
"When I pretend we're home in bed we are definitely not sleeping." Beca smirked when Chloe's eyes popped open.
"Like you have the energy for that right now." Chloe scoffed before closing her eyes again.
"You're right." Beca sighed and held on to Chloe's hand as she tried again to lay back with her eyes closed. "It'll be great when we do have that energy."
Chloe let out a heavy sigh, trying not to let images flood her mind at this moment. She turned slightly in her seat and placed a head on Beca's shoulder. Through the bumpy ride, they seemed to gain a bit more peacefulness being that close. Chloe grinned and whispered in Beca's ear before they drifted off.
"Can't wait."