Disclaimer: If I owned Pitch Perfect...Pieter would have gotten laid. Like..a lot.
Pieter woke up groggily, he lolled his head to stare at the offensive alarm clock. He quickly slapped it and sat on the edge of his bed. He didn't want to be too attached to the American girl, but after that heated kiss in the hallway…there was a fire in his veins. And that fire happened to tent itself in his pajama bottoms. He made his way to the bathroom, and tried to clear his thoughts of last night.
He peeled away his shirt, and tossed his pants and boxers into his hamper. It was impossible, he continued to envision her whimpering at his touch. Oh, how he wanted her and it was very clear that she desired him as well. He needed more, he wanted to know what made her tick and how he could elicit more wonderful sounds from her.
The shower was cold, but not cold enough, Pieter tried to restrain himself but gave in. He touched himself and thought of her. He thought of how her eyes had challenged him across the dinner table, how she obviously squeezed his bicep when they walked back. How her legs look amazingly toned, he imagined how soft they must feel, and how soft her thighs would feel around his waist. He grinned at the thought of her lips, when she quirked them into a smile. He thought of her lips smiling around his manhood, and groaned. He finished and hurried along his shower process, spending more time under the water than he liked.
Once a towel was wrapped around his waist, Pieter checked his phone. Kommisar sent him a text a few minutes ago: Should I go pick her up? Or are you, lover boy? ;)
He scowled at the emoji. Why don't you? I need to rehearse some of my choreography with the crew.
Pieter pulled out a black v-neck and red boxers to wear with his sweatpants. After he finished dressing and tying his sneakers he checked his phone.
Was it that bad? Oh poor Pieter.
He laughed. Actually, it went pretty well. I think she needs you and Stacie to take her shopping though. He made himself some eggs and swallowed them down with a coffee.
Never insult a girl's fashion sense, bad Pieter. WE WEAR HEELS FOR A REASON.
He nearly choked on his coffee, and shook his head at her response. She looked very attractive last night, I mean for the event tomorrow. She didn't pack a fancy dress.
Kommissar yelled to Stacie, "We have plans this afternoon, so stick around for practice." She quickly texted Pieter back: #shoppingspree #canIborrowyourcreditcard? #sorrynotsorry #please
Pieter ran down the steps to their room, and knocked on the door.
Kommissar laughed, "Come in! It's unlocked!"
He narrowed his eyes and slowly opened the door, "Are…are you decent?"
"Stacie is still in the bathroom, we are going to pick up the maus soon." she smiled when he finally poked his head into the room.
Visibly relieved, he sat on the couch, "Okay, so she probably needs a dress."
Kommissar sipped her coffee and stared at him, "Are we sticking with our plans for tomorrow?"
Pieter stared at the ceiling, "Scheiße. That's right, uh yeah. Yeah. I think she'll want to go. So I guess get her something that will serve it's purpose for both events."
Stacie called out to Kommissar and Pieter took his leave.
Beca was mixing some tracks and was startled by the room phone. I really should be used to that by now. She pulled her headphones to her neck, and grabbed the phone.
"Pieter?" she smiled.
Pieter smirked and looked around DSM's personal gym. "You are going to be picked up in…drei…zwei…eins…" he quickly hung up the phone and started barking orders to the crew.
Beca stared at the phone, and suddenly there was a knock on her door. She shoved her laptop in her bag and hurried to the door. Obviously surprised that it was Stacie and Kommissar.
"Uh…hi guys." she smiled at them awkwardly.
Kommissar gave Stacie a look, "I think she was expecting lover boy to pick her up and carry her away on a white Stallion."
Beca stood there flustered, "No! I was just wondering when you guys were going to pick me up."
"You know Stacie, I'm pretty sure that was the first sentence she hasn't stumbled over in my presence…she must have gotten over me."
Stacie pulled Beca out of her room, "So did you sleep with him last night?"
Beca tilted her head, "Yeah, no. I didn't want to do that on the first date."
"Oh my God!" Stacie grabbed the shorter girl's shoulders, "You mean he wanted to sleep with you?!"
"Dude," she tugged Stacie's hands away, "I'm sure if we wanted we could have."
Kommissar walked ahead of them, "Hurry up, we can't have you late on your first day, little maus."
By the time Kommissar had pulled Beca into the gym, Pieter was already shirtless and holding an exercise bar across his shoulders. He was walking around shouting to the members, "WHO ARE WE?!"
"DSM!"
He paced the floor, "You can't spell it out, tell me…WHO ARE WE?!"
"WE ARE DAS SOUND MACHINE!"
He nodded, aiming a remote at the wall, "Say it again. Quiet."
They collectively hushed, "Das Sound Machine."
Pieter pressed play after Kommissar took her place in the crowd. Beca awkwardly sat on an exercise ball, and watched their acapella clockwork. She scrunched her brow, and listened to their mash-up. She ended up standing and interrupting their routine.
Kommissar noticed this and when an opportunity arose, she called for a break. Beca walked over to the leaders, "So…"
Pieter crossed his arms and Kommissar wrapped a towel around her neck, "Yes little maus?"
"Um, I was wondering what the event was for." she rocked on her heels.
Pieter sighed, "Well, it's this annual charity event."
"More of a publicity stunt than anything, but it is for a good cause."
Beca stared at them, "So what exactly is your theme?"
Kommissar smirked and grabbed Beca's hand, pressing it against Pieter's abs. Beca quickly retracted her hand and offered a nervous laugh, to the equally confused Pieter. "Well, little maus, our theme is to best the French."
"That's not a theme that's a goal."
Kommissar sat, and made a face, "Well the French always have the same theme, and we've decided to outdo them. Right, Pieter?"
Pieter nodded, "Ja, they say that they're bringing sexy back."
"Which, I laugh at. Excuse me, no. You can't bring back something that never left Germany." Kommissar laughed and smacked Pieter, "Oh stop pouting Pieter."
Ignoring them, Beca shrugged, "That doesn't sound too difficult for you guys to beat. Quick question, are you wearing mesh again?" she gave Pieter a look. He laughed and shook his head, "No. I'm not, we have to dress well, remember?"
"Well, I figured you were trying to out sex them…"
"That sounds like a kink, if you asked me." he smirked at her.
"Oh my God, no." she shook her head, "Anyway, you really consider them competition?"
Kommissar shrugged, "At this point, ja. We didn't think much of your American team, and we lost then. My as well consider this team a rival. Besides, it's their wardrobe we should be worried about." she stood and walked away leaving Beca with Pieter.
Beca tried not to stare at his body, "So, um, you going to perform like that?" she gestured to his torso.
"No, we've been over this. No need to get jealous, I will remain clothed."
She rolled her eyes at his smirk, "So what's with their wardrobe?"
"They are always up with trends, think Barbie and Ken, but more annoying."
She scrunched her brow, but was called by Stacie and Kommissar. Beca turned to Pieter who said he had to practice. She nodded and followed the other females.
"How about this one?" Stacie held up a cocktail dress. Beca frowned and put it back on the rack.
"Dude, this lines up with my crotch!"
Kommissar spoke over her shoulder, "Not to mention, you have three at home, darling."
Stacie smirked, "Okay yeah, so what did you pick?"
Her girlfriend grabbed a bright red dress, and pressed it again Beca, "Marvelous."
Beca stared at it and shook her head, "Um, yeah. No. Red really isn't my color." she returned it, "Is there a type of dress I'm supposed to look for?"
"Something classy, but something you could dance in."
"How about a little black dress?" she suggested.
Stacie and Kommissar exchanged devious looks, "Of course!" They immediately pulled Beca out of the store and hailed a cab. "Guys, I'm sure there were dresses in there. Where are we going?"
Kommissar clapped giddily, "Okay, so as a member of DSM, you get exclusive perks."
"Perks to?"
Stacie turned to Beca, "Those outfits come from somewhere, they have their own fashion designer."
Beca looked surprised, "Mesh."
"You act like you didn't like seeing Pieter under his clothes." Kommissar casually applied her lipstick.
Stacie laughed at Beca's blush, as she tried to defend herself, "Okay, for the record, I was taken at the time, and also more speechless around you."
"Salvador will be able to find a dress, it will be perfect. I swear, Pieter will not be able to take his eyes off you."
"Salvador?"
"He is our fashion designer."
"You know, he'll probably want to rip a dress that gorgeous right off of her." Stacie nodded with a pout at Beca.
Kommissar scoffed and smacked Stacie on the arm, "Oh come on, he's a gentleman, really." she went back to her makeup, "He would at least wait until you were in your room."
Beca finally returned to her hotel in the evening. She had somehow managed to get fitted and a new dress appeared before her eyes. Salvador let her pick her own fabric and he whipped up a brand new dress. Afterward, she was dragged along to find the perfect heels, she felt like Cinderella when they finally left the store. The girls even decided to treat her to dinner and a movie, which was awkward since the couple made out the entire time.
She pulled her dress from the bag, and tried to imagine Pieter's initial reaction to her wearing it. Her thoughts trailed back to last night, his heated gaze and the passionate kiss. This morning, she was honestly excited when she saw him half naked. It's like examining the merchandise and not paying…yep. Just browsing.
She heard a knock at the door, and a very fake sounding "House keeping!" Beca immediately hid her new clothes and answered the door. She laughed when she saw Pieter standing there with an arm full of sweets and what appeared to be a movie.
"Hallo. Um, so…Netflix and chill?" he offered a smile.
She started to close the door, "Mmm, that's internet code for sex. Sorry, no sex."
Pieter rolled his eyes, "I brought ice cream! Please let me in!" he hushed his voice, "Also the maid lady is back, and I think she is going to kill me because I screeched 'house keeping' earlier."
Beca laughed at him and held the door open, "Come in."
He set his items on her coffee table, "Okay, so I brought a movie, um. I didn't know what you would like, but this is um, it has some interesting stuff in it. I thought it was pretty cool, yeah."
She hopped on the couch, "What is it?"
"Uh, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. Do you want to watch it?" he looked at her expectantly.
"Sure, set it up." she smiled as he turned to play the movie. When he crashed on the couch next to her, she rested her right elbow on the chair and stared at him.
"What?"
"Are you really just an awkward dork?"
"Uh, no. I'm also an attractive, physically fit giant." He smiled at her.
She snorted, "So, you're like tough guy by day and teddy bear by night?"
He fast forwarded through the previews, "No because teddy bear implies that you sleep with me at night."
She rolled her eyes, "So, why are you acting awkward tonight?"
"I didn't really plan this out," he nodded, "Ja. I went to go buy some stuff and ended up here like, yay here I am."
They talked through the movie, asking questions and learning more about the other. Beca loves purple, Pieter prefers black over brown. They both love mint chocolate chip ice cream, and the tub of ice cream disappeared and the candies were near gone. They swapped stories from acapella competitions.
"What do you mean your first impression of me was misunderstood?" Beca tried to keep a straight face.
He shrugged, "You honestly looked like a deer in the headlights when you saw us."
"Well," she tucked her hair behind her ear, "what do you think of me now?"
Pieter blinked at her, "Well, I don't know, I just think about you a lot."
"What do you think about?" she cocked her head.
He shifted his gaze to the ceiling, "Oh, we really don't want to go there."
Tongue in cheek, Beca took a risk. She straddled Pieter, who sat up straight and held her hips. "Do you think about something…like this?" she pulled him in for a kiss and gently sucked on his bottom lip. He grunted and started to get aroused.
He swallowed thickly, "I am now."
She started to grind against him, and he pulled her closer. "Don't tease me, little maus." he kissed her neck, and Beca was about to say something clever but he interrupted her with his tongue. She squeezed his shoulders, before wrapping her arms around his neck. Her shirt rode up and his fingers brushed skin. He started to trace circles with his thumbs, but Beca tugged his right hand up.
Pieter let his hand glide over her smooth skin, as he snuck his way up her shirt. Past her bra, he finally got to grip her breast. She let out a quiet moan as his fingers teased her nipple.
"Pieter." she whined, before bouncing more on his lap and cupping his face in her hands. He knew this was starting to get out of hand, not her breast of course, but this had to stop before something else happened. Dear God, how he wished they were naked, so she could bounce like this on his cock. He was completely rigid by this point, and he could even feel her own arousal. He internally groaned, he knew she didn't want to have sex, that was the agreement. He couldn't bring himself to stop, he pushed her onto her back and he started to grind his erection against her jeans.
Oh God, those moans she's making. Please, I can't.
"Pieter…" she kept moaning his name, and he just reacted. He wanted to please her, needed to please her. His tongue was on her neck, leaving intricate trails. She had her fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp. He stopped moving and just kissed her hard.
"I…I need to take care of this." he quickly excused himself to the bathroom. Beca stayed on the couch, her hand on her forehead.
Gah! It happened, I did it. I even said "no sex." and…GAH!
She was too busy mentally scolding herself, she didn't notice Pieter return. She had covered her face with her hands, and he pulled her hands away. He smiled at her, "So, that just happened."
She laughed and sat up, "Um, yeah. Oh shoot."
"What?"
"I missed the movie." she nodded towards the rolling credits.
"How about I stay and we watch it for real?" Pieter hit the menu button on the remote and restarted the movie. He stretched his arm along the back of the couch and Beca leaned in against him.
A/N: Well, well, well. Looks like Kommissar is a fantastic comic relief and Pieter and Beca almost got to frickle frackle. Good guy Pieter, amirite? No rape here. I have written like four pages worth of sex, so I mean, if you're patient...