AN: You guys asked me to follow up my one shot with a "Beca returning the favour". So here we go. I have a feeling you'll want me to turn this into a multichapter. I might oblige.

Heterosexual Insults

-Many Shot-

Chapter 2

Beca couldn't stop shaking. Literally two minutes ago there had been that gorgeous blonde German, her face between Beca's thighs, bringing Beca the most pleasure she'd ever had in her entire life. Now, she was left standing under a stream of cold water in a gymnasium shower. She had offered to return the favour but the woman had only said 'You know where to find me,' before she had left Beca.

The brunette ran her hands over the same areas as the blonde, her body still sensitive and responding to thedoings of the German. She tried to savour the memory that would stick with her for life, whether she saw the woman again or not. Somehow this thought upset her. It shouldn't upset her, but here she was on the verge of tears. Fuck this all to hell, she thought.

Quickly cleansing herself, she rinsed and stepped out. She picked up her towel, dabbing herself dry before wrapping herself in it and leaving the confines of the cubicle.

I'm straight. I have a boyfriend...fuck...Jesse. I'll probably never see her again. Oh god, do I tell Chloe? Beca let out a groan as she took her time getting changed. She'd conviced herself that the more time she spent in the changing room, the more time she could deny the reality of the situation.

She had put back on the clothing that she had been wearing before she had headed to the gym, it was comfortable, threw the bag over her shoulder and turned to look back at the shower stall that had fully clarified her sexuality for her.

Leaving the gym and jumping into the waiting elevator, she pushed the button for her floor, watching as the button illuminated. She pushed her fingers through her damp, let down hair. It felt as though doing this would relieve some of the pressure. Sighing, she realised that although her frustration was gone, she was now faced with a different problem. Her emotions.

Chloe would be the best and only trust worthy person to talk to about this, but she was still unsure as to how her ginger friend would respond to the fact that Beca had just been finger fucked by the enemy's leader.
Beca shuddered as she thought about the moment she and Kommissar had, had only half an hour earlier. She felt her cheeks flush. She wasn't even around this woman and her mind was still mush.

The elevator made a ding, bringing Beca out of her thoughts. She was on her floor and she knew that all she had to do was to walk down the hallway and hang a left into room 704, but her body sent her to room 705.

She knocked, waiting for the door to open.

"Beca?" Chloe asked, reading the emotions in Beca's eyes. "You okay?"

Beca shook her head, taking a step into Chloe's room. "I'm confused, Chlo," she told her friend.

Chloe lead her across the room to her bed, gesturing for her to sit. "You know you can talk to me," she told her friend, hoping that the brunette would open up to her. It was very seldom that Beca ever talked about her feelings, but Chloe could sense there was more happening.

Beca squeezed her eyes shut, taking a deep breath and letting it all out in on sentence. "IthinkthatIhavefeelingsfortheGermangirlandwemayormaynothavehadsexinthegymshowers,"

Chloe's eyes widened and then her eyebrow arched, she had either misheard the brunette or she had heard exactly what she had said and was refusing to believe it. "You what?" she asked, hoping that her friend would slow down.

God, this wasn't making it any easier. Beca sighed this time, she had said it once, what was the harm in saying it again. She looked at her friend, a little sadness reflecting in her eyes. "I think I like the German girl," she told Chloe at a more audible pace, she waited for Chloe to process before continuing. "We also may or may not have had sex in the gym showers,"

Chloe nodded, understanding the information that the short brunette had given her. "What about Jesse?" was the first question she asked, but the only reply she received was a shrug of the shoulders. "Beca..." she scolded. This wasn't fair on Jesse.

"I don't know what to do, Chlo," Beca admitted. "I like her,"

"I think everyone knows this, Becs," Chloe said with a bit of a laugh.

"What gave it away?"

"The rest of the Bella's and I were calling them heterosexual insults," Chloe smiled. Beca cocked her eyebrow, hoping Chloe would clarify and she did. "Essentially, you have always been adamant that you're straight, but yet everytime you went to insult DSM, specifically her, you would compliment or flirt in the most blatant way,"

Beca chucked a little at this, "I suppose you're right," she agreed. Her smile disappeared and worry took over her face. "What do I do?"

Chloe reached out for Beca's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You can either ignore it all happened, go home and continue what you had with Jesse,"

"Or?" Beca wanted to know what her other option was.

"Or, you tell Jesse," the ginger told her simply.

"What if I don't want to do either!?"

"Beca, lets be Dixie Chicks serious," Beca rolled her eyes, her friend was remarkably like Aubrey it was scary. "It's not fair to lie to Jesse! You've cheated on him, you can't deny that, but you also can't screw yourself over with feelings for both the German and him. You can't have both,"

Chloe was right. Beca had been selfish. Her concious was telling her that she really should tell Jesse. She stood from her seat on the bed, her hand leaving Chloe's. "Thanks, Chlo," she said, bolting for the door.

She swung it open, pulling her own swipe card out of her bag, giving herself access to her room. She spent all of a second throwing her bag hapazardly into her room, allowing the door to swing shut again. She dashed further down the hallway to where Benji and Jesse were sharing a room.

She had wondered why on earth her had come all the way to Copenhagen after he'd left for LA to persue his own music scoring career.

Knocking on the door, she fidgited with her fingers, bouncing on the balls of her feet in anticipation. She waited a few moments before Jesse opened the door. He smiled in a greeting and she hated that he did that. His face fell when he saw the nervousness in her stance and something told him this wasn't going to be a positive visit. Her gestured for her to enter his room.

She didn't want to enter, knowing full well that she probably wouldn't be able to do what she was about to do.

"I can't do this anymore, Jesse," she told him bluntly. She knew he probably deserved a better break up than this, but she just couldn't. "I can't be with you, I -" she cut herself off, not knowing how to approach the subject. She took a few moments, calming herself before she continued. "I slept with someone else," she finally told him. "I have feelings for this person, and it's not fair on you and I just can't do it,"

Jesse stood there, shocked by what his now ex-girlfriend was telling him. He shook his head in disbelief, looking at Beca one last time, he said "Okay," and shut the door. He closed the door on that page of his life.

With this, Beca somehow felt a whole pile of relief wash over her. She wanted to smile, to run, to jump, to yell to the world that she was free. But at the end of the day, she had just left and lost one of the best friend's she'd ever had. She bowed her head for a moment, mourning her loss, before walking back to her room.

Unlocking her door, walking to the window and staring out across the city, she thought about how her day had gone. It had been full on to say the least. Sighing and letting her mind drift away, she thought about the German girl.

'You know where to find me.' Where the fuck was that? Beca smirked as she thought about DSM and how they probably booked out the whole top floor of the hotel. She continued thinking about how up themselves they were but she thought back to a previous meeting with the blonde.

Beca had seen the blonde out the corner of her eye. It was the World's after party held at a local nightclub. The smell of beer and sweat filling the atmosphere. Strobe lights making it hard to actually get a good look at anyone in the room. But of course, Beca had seen the German. Somehow she felt as though her eyes were always watching for her.

She had approached the woman, complete with failed insults and gloating about how they had won World's.

"Maus, it is not nice to gloat," the blonde had told the younger woman.

"But it was okay when you were the winners, you beautiful creature?" she had shot back, hitting her face with the palm of her hand.

"We are always the winners,"

"We were the winners this time around," Beca said, pointing her finger close to Kommissar's chest.

The blonde took a step forward, Beca's finger now colliding with the woman's arm. "I am going to get a breath of air," she told Beca. "Club noise and smells ruin my thoughts,"

Beca shook her head from her memory. She figured the woman would be on the roof, alone with her thoughts. It was the only thing that made any sense after what had happened between them earlier. Beca pulled herself away from the window, leaving her room for the third time that day. She ran down the hallway, jabbing the 'up' button. She needed it to hurry up. She jabbed the button a few more times, shifting on her feet impatiently.

The ringing of the bell sounded as the lift arrived at her floor. Taking an eager step into the lift, she turned to the buttons on the lift wall, pushing the button for the top floor. It took a matter of seconds to reach the top floor and as she left the lift she looked around for the roof access door.

It was quick to spot and she made her way up the stairs and out on to the roof.

The gentle breeze caressed Beca's face as she stepped out onto the exposed roof top and she stared around. The clouds in the blue sky had been tinted with a smattering of pink as the sun dipped to the west. Beca took in the sights of Copenhagen before looking around for Kommissar.

She smiled when, as expected, she caught a glimpse of the woman sitting facing the sunset.

"I thought I'd find you here," Beca said, not tripping over her words. Perhaps that was because she was ready to be honest about the way she felt.

"I knew you would to, maus," came the accented response.

"I want you," Beca blurted.

The woman turned to look at the small brunette, a small smile across her flawless features. "Why do you say this?"

"I dumped Jesse," she continued, not caring anymore. "I had you for a moment and now I want more," she sat next to the woman.

"That sounds demanding,"

"You would know," Beca shot back as she stood next to where the German sat.

"Ja," she agreed. "Why this sudden interest?"

"We both know it's not a sudden interest," Beca deadpanned. "I've hardly been subtle,"

Kommissar turned to look at Beca, both women trying to read the other. Their faces mere centimeters apart.

Beca made the first move, bringing her hand up to cup the woman's face and bringing their lips together in a light kiss. She wanted to smirk as she watched the taller woman's eyes flutter shut at the contact, but she decided against it.

"Sei mein," Beca whispered, breaking the kiss.

The German let out a giggle. "You speak German now?"

"Nein,"

Beca kissed her lips again, a little harder now. There was more than just lust in the kiss, and as the kiss deepened further, she realised that the butterflies in her stomach were uncontrollable. She needed an answer to her question.
"Be mine, Luisa" she said again, this time in English.

She smiled, her lips pecking Beca's. "Yes," came the simple reply.

Beca felt relief wash over her. Her lips kissing Luisa's cheek, tracing down her jaw and resting on her neck. It wasn't rough, it was tender. Her lips kissed along the blonde's neck and back up to her lips.

The German found her hands wandering Beca's clothed body. This frustrated her. She needed the same contact that they'd had earlier. She had been craving it ever since. Beca sensed the frustration, moving her own hands to pull up the black, deep v-neck tank that her lover was wearing. This exposed the flushing skin and a navy blue bra.

Beca smiled at the sight, taking in as much as she could; savouring the view. She ran her hands over Luisa's shoulders, massaging them quickly before dipping them down her back and giving her a light scratch. She felt the blonde shiver in response. Bringing her hands back to the front, she ran them down the German's sides, resting them on her waist.

She brought their lips back together, biting the blonde's lower lips before skating her tongue across the soft flesh. This elicited a moan from the older woman. Beca smiled against her lips, moving her hands to settle on the waistband of her partner's leather pants.

Damn that woman for wearing leather.

Kommissar broke the kiss briefly, standing to remove her shirt and pants, sensing that would be the next step. Beca smiled up at the woman, removing her shirt also.

Sitting back down, naturally, the blonde spread her legs, allowing Beca access to her core. The blonde's breath hitched as Beca's small hand rested on the material covering her heat, and she pulled Beca back, kissing her with such passion, she just couldn't wait.

The brunette sensed this, moving her hand up slightly so she could slip her hand down under the material, allowing the feeling of the older woman's wet sex to engulf a finger.

"Be-ca," the German moaned out against her lovers lips. She scrunched her eyes closed as she felt the brunette dip two fingers into her. A moan followed shortly as the fingers slipped out and up to her clit, giving a few quick flicks before returning to her core.

"I want to make love to you," Beca told her quietly. This was unlike her. Earlier that afternoon they had literally just fucked. And now Beca wanted to take time and make love to this woman. "I want to worship you the way a fucking goddess should be worshipped," she moved her mouth away from the other woman's mouth, bringing it down her neck. Beca had to move from her seated position and was now on her knees between Kommissar's legs. She kissed her way down the long, toned body of the woman in front of her, using her free hand to move the German's bra out of the way so she could suck a hardened nipple into her mouth.

She smirked as she heard the woman hiss in approval. Brining her lips lower, she stopped at the navel, knowing it was a relatively sensitve spot on her, she kissed her way around it before continuing her way south.

Kommissar brought her hips up off her seat so Beca could slip her damp undergarments off, before Beca brought her lips over the other woman's sex. She listened to the pleasure that she was causing this woman. She had never done this to another woman, but she had sure as hell watched porn.

Sliding her tongue between heated folds, she began to flick her tongue over the sensitve nerve ball. She felt the woman above her shudder out of sheer pleasure before she slipped two fingers into the German goddess. The dual movements of finger pumping and tongue flicking were unbarable for the German, who now used her hands to hold the brunette's head in place.

"Don't – stop," she managed to say between breaths.

Beca hummed in response, this nearly sending Kommissar over the edge. "Look at me," Beca said, as she looked up at the German woman from her spot between her legs.

The blonde opened her eyes, her pupils dialated, sweat beading across her forehead. Just looking at Beca carry out her talents had her wanting to close her eyes again. Instead her eyes foccussed on Beca's as the shorter girl continued expertly flicking her tongue across her clit.

"Let yourself go," Beca told her.

As if it really was a command, Kommissar's eyes fluttered closed as a sensation tingled through her toes and fingers, spreading it's way up her body and ending in the form of butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Her body soon fell limp and she stared up and the darkening sky.

Beca smirked, removing herself from the German, she leaned back next to the woman.

"I like you a lot," she told her, kissing the soft lips.

"I like you a lot, too, tiny maus," Luisa replied.

AN: Welp, there you go. There is the second chapter done. Hope you all liked it. If you want me to continue, let me know, although I have no idea where I'd take this story.

Thank you for reading and for all your reviews! It's been amazing :D