Disclaimer: I wrote this because Pieter didn't get laid in the movie. I own nothing. Warning: smut ahead.
"Wow," Beca looked at all the tables in the large auditorium. Each seating eight, she recognized some groups from World's but was pleasantly surprised by the number of unknowns. "It's like you invite everyone but America."
"I'm sorry little maus, but that is honestly because everyone hates America's guts." Pieter held out her chair. Beca was seated between the leaders of DSM, which had taken up three round tables in the front next to the stage. Pieter muttered something to his assistant, and he hung his overcoat on the back of his chair. Kommissar leaned in to Beca, "Do not look now, tiny maus, but your American announcers are watching."
"Only a matter of time before they come and harass me."
Pieter smirked and checked his watch, "Sooner rather than later, I'm afraid. We are the opening act as reigning champions."
As he stood up to walk away, she tugged on his sleeve, "Wait, you have to tell me which ones are the French!" He laughed and jutted his chin behind her to the right.
"I'll be- erm, we'll be back before you know it," he nodded and received an amused look from Kommissar.
Beca fiddled with her napkin as Das Sound Machine filed backstage. She truly felt like a tiny mouse with two empty tables flanking her and no one sharing her table. She heard an over excited chirp of laughter. Nevermind, I spoke too soon.
"What have we here, John? Is that the one and only Beca Mitchell?" Gail sat on her right beaming with her small microphone. John sat to Beca's left, "Indeed it is. Beca are you sitting with Das Sound Machine this evening?"
Beca rolled her eyes, "Actually, the tables are empty and I'm unfortunately stuck in your company." The lights flashed twice before being dimmed to black. A spot light flickered to the stage, Pieter walked towards the center and held the microphone that rested on the stand.
"Hallo, ladies…" he surveyed the audience, "I'm so very sorry for keeping you all waiting."
Gail shifted excitedly in her seat, "Ooh, and acapella's favorite hunk is on stage."
Pieter began to unbutton his vest and tossed it on the table the Americans occupied. His eyes stayed on Beca, though Gail tried to steal his attention. He loosened his tie, "It isn't like me, I know. I suppose I should make it up to all of you, ja?"
Feminine cries, mostly Gail's, and whistling filled the room. He nodded with a smile, before throwing his tie aside, "Okay," he began rolling up his sleeves, "I think I have just the songs in mind." He carried the mic stand to off stage and Gail quickly retrieved his tie from the ground. She was stunned when Beca snatched it and wore it around her neck.
She fluffed her hair, and John took a hint, "So, Beca. What is your relationship with DSM?"
"More importantly Pieter." Gail stared at the brunette.
John ignored his colleague, "It appears you are in cahoots with your former acapella rival."
Beca nodded, "Sure, now shush. They're starting."
Das Sound Machine filed on stage, and Pieter nodded to the crew. Immediately, his assistant beat boxed, Pieter walked to the front of the stage, "I don't like the way he's looking at you…"
Gail prodded Beca, "Ooh, the German heartthrob is staring right at you, any comment?"
She shrugged, "He's going to take his tie later?"
"I turn my cheek, music up and I'm puffing my chest…"
Beca barely heard Kommissar's Bad Blood entrance with their pestering.
"What happened to the Bellas?"
"What are you doing here in Germany?"
"Is Pieter still single?"
"Do you feel like you've betrayed the Bellas?"
"Is he ready to mingle?"
She was fuming, "I don't know, do you guys ever shut the hell up?" She clicked the remote repeatedly, "Security!"
"…You say sorry just for show…"
The onstage rhythm slowed, security approached the table as DSM formed a semicircle around the leaders. They clapped and maintained the instrumental tempo, while Pieter and Kommissar watched the other.
"Now, if we're talking body…"
The officer stared down at the brunette, his English was thick, "Problem?"
Beca pointed to the announcers, "They are disrupting my view of the performance."
Gail batted her lashes, "Well, we saw the available seats and wanted to get as close to the stage as possible. It's purely for announcement purposes." The guard glared at her, and John stood pulling Gail along. Beca nodded her thanks, but the audience had erupted into applause and cheers.
Das Sound Machine bowed and left, moments later a Japanese pop group took the stage. Pieter tapped her shoulder and sat, "You handled that well," he cleared his throat.
"Oh! Tie, right." she lifted the tie and pulled it over his head. He smiled, "Danke."
"Knock it off, lovebirds," Kommissar pursed her lips and spared a glance to the American announcers, "we are not quite in the clear yet. We can lose them when we leave."
After five more performances, there was an intermission where they served gourmet meals. Beca picked at her Bratwurst, but was caught off guard by Gail. She nearly choked, "Can I help you?"
The blonde looked between the DSM leaders, who glared at her, and Beca. "So, Miss Mitchell, you never did let us in on the scoop. Are you an item with DSM's Pieter?"
Kommissar pointed at Gail with her fork, "See? This. This is why Americans never get invited to these events. You always try to weasel you way into business that is not yours. You represent your country as a laughing stock. How is anyone supposed to take their acapella prowess seriously?"
"I beg your pardon!" she feigned surprise, "But this is acapella news! Everyone back at Barden has heard of Das Sound Machine's new American recruit." she looked at Pieter and Beca, "I didn't believe it until I saw it tonight, but the rumor circulating is Miss Mitchell acquired special treatment from romantic relations." Gail pouted before flashing a smile, "What? You didn't hear about that?"
Pieter wiped his mouth with his napkin, he spoke huskily, "Gail." She immediately perked up, "Yes?"
He reached in his pocket, "I have something for you," he pulled his hand out and flipped her the bird, "It appears all my fucks have been given away for now, do not bother checking if I have more later." he dismissed her with a wave, "Shoo."
Gail was flabbergasted and stormed away. Beca and Kommissar exchanged a look and finished their meals.
Nearly two hours later, they were back in their limousine and raced to their next destination. Pieter pulled Beca out of the elongated car and assisted Kommissar. "Welcome to our clubhouse."
Beca stared at the fantastically renovated factory building. Three different floors, upper levels with balconies to observe the ground level dance floor, a fully loaded bar, four hundred strangers, and an exclusive DSM area. The German woman whispered in her ear, "I'm warning you right now; when Pieter walks on the dance floor with a beer in his hand, he is Party Pieter."
Beca laughed, "Is there a difference?"
"I suppose it depends on how suggestive his language is around you normally."
Pieter had jumped up to the DJ table, "Hallo, party people!" he started to play some tracks, before hurrying back to the bar to grab a drink. He thought better of it and got a fruitier concoction and gave it to Beca. She thanked him and was pulled by Kommissar to their lounge.
They plopped on the cushions and watched Pieter dance, he did indeed have a beer bottle in his left hand. Beca pulled her hair from its confines and sipped her drink, staring at him. Her blonde companion tilted her head with a thoughtful look, "If I didn't know any better, I would say you look rather jealous, little maus."
Beca scrunched her nose, shaking her head, "Nah. I'm not." before taking a deep swallow of her drink.
"Mmm, and yet all the body language says otherwise. What?" Kommissar looked over to her dancing best friend, "You do not like Party Pieter?" upon further inspection, she spotted the target of Beca's eye. A woman was prowling the club, purposely circling Pieter; she was impossibly eager and far too close for Beca's taste. "You do not like his admirer?" His admirer was starting to grind close to his hips.
Beca finished her drink and set the glass on the table. "I'm not his keeper."
"But you are interested in him, and I can sense you feel territorial." The brunette smiled at Kommissar's choice of words; territorial not possessive. "Make a move. Let him know you aren't a play thing. And maybe take him home…"
The American raised her brow, "Yeah, okay. Thanks mom." she stood and walked over to Pieter. Kommissar covered her smirk with a hand and watched as Beca snatched Pieter's beer and shoved it into the hands of the other woman.
"Beat it." was all she said before she pulled Pieter close, she looked up at him, "You should know better than to make me jealous."
He smirked and whispered in her ear, "I suppose that makes me a bad boy."
Don't you dare look back. Just keep your eyes on me.
"If you're going to dance like that, it should be exclusive to me."
I said, "You're holding back," she said , "Shut up and dance with me."
"There's another type of exclusive 'dance' I'd like to do with you, little maus."
This woman is my destiny, she said, "Oooh, shut up and dance with me."
They stared at the other, tension thick, the music loud. The club turned into background noise as she searched his eyes, Beca pulled him by the collar and whispered against his lips, "Why don't you take me home tonight?" He grinned and softly kissed her.
They walked into her hotel room, no sooner than the door clicked shut, Pieter had her flush against the wall. He pressed a hand to the small of her back, as her tongue slipped against the crease of his lips. He roamed further south and gave her ass a tight squeeze, grunting in approval as she mewled at the contact. His free hand hiked her leg on his hip, he loosely grinded against her heat.
There was a rustling in the hall and they paused. Upon hearing a squeaky maintenance cart, Beca let out a giggle. "I guess, we should do this in private. You know, just in case it's the maid lady again." she smiled awkwardly, turning away from him. She grabbed his hand and he followed obediently.
Beca stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, staring at Pieter through their reflections. Pieter stood behind her and held her as she brushed her hair to her left shoulder. He carefully unzipped her dress, and gently slid it off her shoulders. Her breath hitched when he kissed her bare skin, across her shoulders and up her neck.
"You are beautiful,"
He tugged the dress down, and ghosted a caress on her breasts. She released a sigh, and her nipples peaked from the minimal contact.
"A beautiful sex goddess."
She smiled at the ceiling as the dress fell to the floor. Pieter walked her closer to the bed, before kneeling in front of her. He held her hips and kissed the bow on the front of her panties, "Let's get you out of those heels." Before she could respond he pulled her right leg over his shoulder. Beca gasped as he kissed her clit through the fabric.
"P-Pieter!" She held his neck for stability, he pulled his face away and grinned at her. He undid the strap of her heel and tossed the shoe aside. He allowed her a moment to balance herself before repeating the same process with her left shoe.
"No don't stand up, I'm super short without my heels." she pouted at him.
He shook his head and slid her panties to her ankles, and kissed her just above her belly button. "I said you are beautiful. I'm not taking that back, even if you are super short." He stood, and gestured her to sit on the bed.
"Now, relax, and enjoy this exclusive strip tease."
Beca laughed and was immediately hypnotized by him. He slipped his belt off, and untucked his shirt. With each button undone, more of his defined abs appeared. He finally tossed aside the shirt and tried to wiggle his hips seductively, she shook her head and covered her face. He took this moment to kick off his shoes and remove his socks, before moving to his trousers.
"Oh my god!" Beca beamed at him, as soon as his pants joined the pile of clothes on the floor.
"Like what you see?" he spun around for her to enjoy the view.
"What are you wearing? Is that a speedo?" she reached out to grab him.
He tightened his butt and turned to show her, Beca had full view of his glorious German flag briefs, "This is underwear, more specifically low-rise briefs."
She stood up and pulled his briefs down, and gave his cheek a pinch, "This is what I really want to see."
Pieter turned to face her, Beca's eyes widened a bit, and nodded approvingly. "Well, you are certainly proportional to your height..but you know guy parts, they aren't determined by height." she turned away, but quickly turned back to him, "Quick question…are you a robot?"
He stared at her quizzically, "No…are you okay?"
"I just need to warm up to it, I think?" she crawled on the bed. He stood still and gave himself a few strong strokes along his shaft. Beca pulled his hand away, "I want to try." He groaned as she tried to duplicate his strokes from before. She fell against the covers and gave him a sultry look, "Sit tight, and enjoy this exclusive show."
She shifted her legs apart and gave him full view of her stroking her entrance. Beca had been fairly aroused before they arrived, and she nearly peaked before Pieter pulled her hand away. He planted himself between her legs and kissed her. She wiped her hand and held the back of his head, keeping him close.
"Are you ready?" he looked at her for confirmation, she gave him a nod. He slowly sheathed himself inside of Beca, who let out a gracious moan. Pieter paced himself and watched her reactions to small changes in his movements. He liked how her bottom lip quivered, with a moan on the tip of her tongue. Or how she had a small crease between her brows when they were scrunched up in pleasure. He especially enjoyed how her back arched, pressing her curves against him.
He kissed her again, melting into the kiss and the passion. Her left hand tugged on his hair, while her right clutched his shoulder in an attempt to pull him closer. Beca had been craving this, it didn't feel like lust. It felt close, it felt right, it felt intimate. Pieter began kissing her neck and muttered against her skin, "You feel so warm and inviting." he began thrusting with more force, "Not to mention very tight."
She sighed against his ear, "Well I'd hope so-" she was about to mention Jesse and how he had been her first and how she was celibate for the past few months. Rather than ruin this moment, she nibbled his ear lobe, "I haven't been filled like this…ever."
He lifted his head and smiled at her, amused her hair was getting mussed up with each thrust and the gasps and moans she tried so hard to contain. He rested on his elbow and reached to rub her clit, as her first orgasm passed she finally released a loud groan. "Gut."
She looked at him, "You didn't cum?" he shook his head.
Pieter grinned, "Are you surprised?"
Beca shrugged, "I mean a little…a lot…"
"Do you want to try a new position?"
She bit her lip and looked around, before giving him a devious smirk.
And here Beca was, unending moans spilling from her mouth, getting plowed from behind. She was standing on the balcony of her hotel room in Germany. His hands rubbed the curve of her ass before giving her a nice spank.
"Pieter!"
She shut her eyes tight as pleasure rolled over her. He pulled away after she came down from her high.
"What? Is my little maus tired already?"
She looked over her shoulder and saw he was still fully erect. She pushed him inside onto her bed.
"I just want a change of scenery, that's all."
She forcefully kissed him and pulled him on top. Pieter wasted no time in mounting her once more. She raked his scalp with her nails, and bucked her hips eagerly against his. She whimpered when he started to lick her neck.
"Do you like the view from here, little maus?"
Beca groaned as he grinded her clit, "Yes, Pieter, yes!"
"Das gut, yes?" he smirked and slammed against her hips hard.
"Do you- ever feel-" she panted between thrusts.
"Like a plastic bag…" he started to laugh, but was quickly smothered by a kiss.
She hooked her legs around his waist, "I mean do you ever get exhausted?"
"No, I do not believe in that."
She arched her back, "Why are you so incredible at sex?! This is not fair!"
He licked her nipples, "I enjoy this praise, do continue."
"Is this a German thing, or specifically you?"
"Now, now," he plunged in deeper, with a gasp her third orgasm rolled over, "I would like to say this is specific to me, but I cannot confirm."
Beca collapsed into her pillows, "Why haven't you cum yet?!"
"I choose not to."
"Come on!"
Pieter began to pull out, "You?" she quickly pressed her heels into his back.
"No!"
He grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, "I want you to look me in the eye when I release."
Beca nodded, and almost pinched her eyes shut with the force of his thrusts. She freed her right hand and pulled on the nape of his neck. Pieter quickened his pace and started to grunt unevenly, his gaze bore into her own.
He whispered, "Beca." before he came, Beca was surprised he even used her name, it sounded so erotic in his husky accent.
A/N: Hot damn! They finally did the do! Was that satisfactory? I mean if you think so I might continue this, otherwise this might be the end...DUN DUN DUN! Or I might just write more as I go. Also, HE USED HER NAME! Whoa. I made sure the first time he said her name was the first time he ejaculated during their first night together. I'm terrible. Review dammit.