I'm woken up by an annoying alarm the next morning. When I manage to open my eyes, I realize it's still dark. I groan and push my head underneath my pillow. The warmth pressed against my back begins to move and I groan again. Luisa's low chuckle hits my ears. I roll over when she finally turns off her alarm. Her blond locks are a little tangled, but she still looks just as gorgeous as last night. I'm sure I look like a fucking gremlin right now. She would be the one person I know that wakes up looking perfect.

"Güten Morgen, kleine maus," Luisa murmurs sleepily.

I feel myself twitch at her sleepy German. Her accent is thicker in the mornings.

"Good morning. What ungodly hour could it possibly be for it to still be dark," I question with my eyes half closed.

Luisa smiles and shakes her head. "It's a little after six in the morning. I have to be at work around eight and I still need to shower and change my clothes."

I briefly consider the thought of just telling her to stay and she can wear my clothes. But then I remember she's the female equivalent of the jolly green giant (minus the green, of course) and my clothes would never fit her. I feel Luisa's arms wrap around my waist and tug me closer to her.

"I would stay if I could, tiny maus," she murmurs into my ear.

I let my body relax against hers slightly and sigh. "Yeah, yeah. Come on, I'll get up with you," I murmur.

Luisa presses a kiss to my shoulder and shakes her head. "Tiny maus, I think I can remember where your front door is. I know you don't need to be up for another few hours. Don't worry about it," she says as she stands up.

I roll over to get a good look at her as she begins to collect her things. God, she has a great ass. She turns and looks at me, cocking an eyebrow.

"Uh, I'm gonna go make a pot of coffee," I murmur as the blood begins to rise to my cheeks. Luisa gives me a sly smirk as she pulls on her jeans.

Christ, Mitchell, pull it together. If you keep looking at her like that then she might never leave. Wait, why is that bad? Pull it together, dammit!

Luisa walks into my kitchen as my coffee finishes brewing. I check the clock on the coffee machine and see it's about six thirty in the morning.

"Should I make the assumption that you've come to say goodbye in your ridiculously sexy native language? Or have you come in here to potentially say something infuriating," I tease as I pour my coffee.

Luisa scoffs and uses her hips to press me against the counter. "Someone is still feeling feisty. I thought I had fucked that out of you last night," she husks out against my skin.

I feel myself perk up slightly and I know she can feel it. Her lips brush along the side of my face and I turn my head to capture them with my own. Luisa's body presses impossibly closer to mine as our kiss becomes more heated. Her hands grasp my thighs and she pushes me on top of the counter. My thighs wrap around her waist and my hips roll against her. Luisa moans into my mouth as her hands move to tangle in my hair. My own hands drop to the hem of her shirt, fingers teasing the soft skin beneath. Luisa hums into my mouth before promptly pulling away from me.

"As much as we both enjoy this, I will never make it to work at this rate. I have to go, tiny maus," she murmurs against my lips.

I huff and make a fake pouting face. Luisa laughs and pecks my lips again before going to pull on her shoes.

"Are you pouty maus now? Tell you what, we can have lunch together today, hmm?"

I smile and give her a nod. "Yeah, that sounds great."

Luisa smiles back at me as she stands back up. "Great! I will text you some ideas in a bit and you can choose. I'll pick you up from the studio, ja?"

I nod again as I take a sip of my coffee. "Sounds like a plan, katze," I murmur, smirking a little as the German word flows from my mouth.

Luisa's eyes darken ever so slightly and she gives me a sly smirk. "We will definitely be talking about just how much German you know at lunch. I must go now lest I be late for work. I will text you, kleine maus."

Luisa walks back over to me and presses her lips to mine again. She hums as she pulls back from me, giving me another sly smirk before striding out my front door. Good God, this woman will be the death of me.

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I end up texting Chloe around eight thirty to see if she wants to grab breakfast before work. She doesn't have work today so she's all down for it. We agree to meet up at our favorite café downtown. I get there first. How shocking. Chloe will probably be late to her own wedding. I go ahead and grab a booth and order coffee. I've known how Chloe likes her coffee since my sophomore year at Barden. You learn a lot about a group of girls when you spend so much damn time around them. Although, I don't think any of us needed to know what shape Amy attempted to shave her pubes into. I pray that Legacy never has to attempt to reinstate the Bellas because of something like that. Fuck, I pray the Bellas never have another member like Amy. That woman is one of a kind and it should stay that way. I'm broken out of my reverie by someone saying my name. I'm caught off guard in general, but I'm more caught off guard by the fact that it's a man's voice. The only men I generally tend to be around these days are the ones I work with. I look up and my eyes connect with a pair of familiar brown orbs.

"Beca, hey! How have you been," Jesse asks as he slides into the seat across from me.

This would be my fucking luck. Jesus fucking Christ. "Uh, hey. I've been pretty great. Just helped Rihanna drop a single. Going on a worldwide tour with the girls and DSM. You?"

He looks shocked by the things that I tell him. Dude, I'm good at what I do. Like, why is he so shocked?

"Wow, that's great! Sounds like you'll have a pretty busy schedule pretty soon. We should, uh, meet up. Maybe go out sometime and catch up or something," he stutters out.

This is gonna be so painful for both of us. "Um, well I don't think that would be a good idea, Jesse."

He already looks like I kicked his puppy. I feel my phone vibrate and pull it out of my jeans pocket. It's Luisa with a small list of places for lunch.

B: I'll let you know about lunch. Right now, I've managed to get myself stuck in a very awkward conversation with my ex.

I set my phone down and turn my gaze back to Jesse. "So why is it you don't want to catch up exactly?"

L: I look forward to it, tiny maus. As for your ex, tell him to leave you alone or I will end him. I don't share.

I try to hide my smile slightly at Luisa's jealousy. She is so hot when she's jealous. I should probably tell Jesse why it's not a good idea about catching up.

"Right, uh, well there are a couple reasons. First, you wanna get back together and I don't. Catching up would be a bad idea. Second, I'm kind of seeing someone right now," I tell him.

Jesse, again, looks shocked. "Beca, I thought we were good together. Like, yeah, we had a few less than great moments, but overall I feel like we had a good relationship. And I can't believe you're seeing someone. Do I know them?"

L: I'm not joking, kleine maus. I will end him.

I smile at my phone and again, put off answering her. "Jesse, we will never work out. We just won't. Trust me. As for who I'm seeing, yes and no to you knowing them. You've met them in passing, but you're not friends."

B: You are so hot when you're jealous. I mean, you're hot all the time, but jealousy looks as good on you as leather and mesh.

"I wanna know the real reason you think we wouldn't work. And you're being too vague about who you're seeing," he answers slightly angrily.

Who the fuck does this guy think he is? And where the fuck is Chloe? I'm gonna kill her when she gets here.

"First of all, I don't owe you any explanations so fuck off. And I'm seeing someone from DSM and I'm very happy with them so again, fuck off," I say through clenched teeth.

Chloe picks that moment to walk into the café. She sees Jesse immediately and makes a beeline for the table.

"Hey Becs, sorry I'm late! I was running behind, per the usual," she says with a grin.

"I just think if there's a specific reason you don't think we'll work then I should know. We were together for like three years. Also, I bet it's that Pieter guy. The guy liner is totally up your alley" he murmurs.

I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Fine, you really wanna know then I'll tell you. First, why won't I reconsider a relationship with you? I have male reproductive organs. You heard me right, Jesse. I have a penis and testicles just like you do. We dated for three years and you never noticed. So there's that. Secondly, Pieter isn't up my alley. He's not even up my road. I'm seeing Luisa aka the Kommissar. Now, could you please leave so I can have breakfast with Chloe before I go to work," I practically growl out.

Jesse has the sense to look taken aback. I did just throw a lot at him. But he wanted answers and that's what I gave him.

"Uh, okay, well I gotta go. It was nice seeing you, Beca."

And with those parting words, Jesse Swanson is once again gone from my life.

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Luisa and I continue to text even after I get to work, though it's less frequent. Work just has to interfere with my personal life. Work is about to involve my personal life a month or so from now. My phone vibrates on my desk and I snatch it up.

L: I'm here, tiny maus.

I grin and gather up my things before heading outside. My heart practically melts at my feet as I catch sight of Luisa on a motorcycle. She gives me that lopsided grin of hers and laughs.

"Did you expect something else? A typical German car? A Volkswagen perhaps," she teases as she hands me a helmet.

I slide the helmet on my head before maneuvering my way behind her.

"I mean, I expected everything and anything except a motorcycle. Especially a Ducati. This thing is basically sex on wheels," I practically gush.

Christ, Mitchell. You're like a teenage boy, getting all excited over a motorcycle.

"Well, I like to think I'm practically sex on heels so it's fitting, ja? I also have a Jeep Wrangler, all blacked out. But it was too nice a day to pass up my baby," she murmurs affectionately.

She starts her bike up and the damn thing practically purrs. Fuck, I need one of these.

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The lunch spot turns out to be a quaint little diner. I hop off the bike and wait while Luisa feeds the meter. We're seated in a booth by a window and have our drink orders taken before we're left to look at the menu. It's then that I take in Luisa's appearance. She, of course, looks stunning anyway. She always does. Her hair is pulled back in a neat bun. Her makeup is more toned down than it usually is, but it suits her. Hell, everything suits her. She has on a blue collared blouse, which makes her eyes pop. Form-fitting black slacks and black heels complete the ensemble. God, she's so gorgeous.

"Thank you, tiny maus," she murmurs with a smile.

Oh fuck, did I say that out loud?

"How much of that did I say out loud," I ask as the blood begins to rush to my face.

Luisa grins at me and lets out a low chuckle. "Just the bit about me being gorgeous. Do not worry, maus. The rest of your thoughts are safe. For now," she murmurs with a wink.

I roll my eyes and put my menu down, already knowing that I'll end up with a cheeseburger. I take a sip of my coke and raise a questioning eyebrow at Luisa. She straight up looks like she's eye-fucking me. Why the hell would I even care if she was?

"So, let's talk about your run in with the puppy-eyed, movie boy this morning," she starts.

I give her a small smirk. Her eyes have darkened at her mention of Jesse. Jealousy is such a good look on her.

"Bist du eifersüchtig," I question in German.

"Ja, sehr," she answers quickly.

I smile and reach out to grab her hand on top of the table. "Don't be. Basically, I was waiting for Chloe to meet me for breakfast and she was late, like she always is. I heard someone say my name and there he was. He kept pestering me about meeting up sometime to catch up because he basically wants to get back together. He doesn't understand why I broke up with him. He thought our relationship was perfect. Anyway, long story short, I shot him down over and over and he wouldn't take the hint. Then Chloe finally shows up and right as she makes it to our table, I let him know that I have a dick and that I'm seeing you."

Luisa takes in everything I've told her before gently squeezing my hand. "I am proud of you for standing up for yourself, Beca. I have been and always will be a jealous person. But I will never hinder you from doing what you wish. But if he continues to be a nuisance, please let me know," she murmurs softly.

I nod and squeeze her hand back. "Of course I will, Luisa. Now, let's order our food and change the subject. How's work been so far today?"

The waitress pops over to take our order just as Luisa starts to answer. We both place our orders and then carry on with our conversation.

"It's been trying. Research psychology is a difficult profession. Especially since I enjoy having instant gratification," she tells me.

"I understand that. I'm the same way so producing music has been interesting. I didn't really have my own sound until this year. It's hard after you've been part of a group for so long. But I think I finally got it. My boss and Rihanna certainly think so," I say with a small smile.

Luisa smiles back at me. "I'm glad you're doing well. Are you excited for the tour? We only have a few more weeks until we have our first stop in LA."

I nod. "For sure. It'll be nice to be back with all the girls again. And we of course have to show you guys up, so I'll need details on your choreography and set lists," I tell her jokingly.

Luisa laughs and shakes her head. "You are quite the cheeky little maus! But I am afraid we will be wiping the floor with you and your band of misfits," she says with a teasing grin.

I open my mouth to reply when the waitress comes back with our food.

"You win. For now," I murmur with a coy smile.

AN: Holy snakes, Batman! I'm sorry I've been gone so long. Work, work, and more work. Throw school and some writer's block in there and you've got me not posting shit for a month. Anyway, I hope you guys liked this chapter. I'm not gonna villanize Jesse this time. Just make him a dumbass lol. Have a good one everybody! +Future-Mrs.-Croft+

Translations

"Are you jealous?"

"Yes, very much."

If those are off a little, I apologize. I'm not fluent in German and google translate does its best.