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9.
Beca was feeling the chill now. There was no building blocking the cold breeze and no body pressed up against hers. Though, when she caught that lean figure from the corner of her eyes, her cheeks flamed with the memory of how that body felt against hers. It felt surreal in a way now that Beca had time to think about what happened. She liked how it felt, it was addicting, but now she was not sure how to act about it; because of it.
"Are you alright, tiny mouse?" Beca nodded her head immediately and tried to subtly pull her jacket around her more. "You are cold."
Beca waved her hand dismissively. "Only a little. I'm fine."
"I see. I would lend you my sweater but I am only wearing a thin strapped shirt underneath." Beca's eyes widened slightly at the unintended visual that flashed before her eyes. I'm sure her skin is as pale and smooth as her hands. What-Shake it off. Don't think about that. Beca cleared her throat and mumbled that she was fine again. "Kleine Maus, was denskt Du?"
"Nothing." Beca mumbled. Internally she was berating herself. The past couple of days all she wanted was to talk with Elyse and just be normal with her and now…Now what was she suppose to do? Does she hold her hand, should she? Are they girlfriends now? Elyse asked her out so maybe they are. They just kissed though, how fast are they suppose to do this? Beca could not help but think about how she got together with Jesse. It had built up into this big moment and afterwards she was swept along with Jesse's ideas of a relationship. Beca did not know abything about having a normal relationship so she did not comment on how fast or slow they went. Now, though, Beca wanted to do things differently. But how?
Beca was pulled from her thoughts when a warm hand lightly grasped her forearm. Elyse faced Beca, thinly veiled concern etched across her face. "It is not nothing. You are making a face again." She tried to smile but it fell flat of being comforting. Beca's shoulders slumped from being caught.
"Elyse, look I-"
"No." Beca found Elyse with a stoic look in her eyes and a set clench in her jaw. "Do not talk yourself out of this." Elyse ran her hand down to clasp onto Beca's. "Do not turn away from this, Maus. I will not-" Her voice cut off, her mouth clamped shut, but continued to look Beca in the eye.
Beca wrapped her hand around Elyse's. "No, I wasn't thinking that. I just- I don't-" Beca took a deep breath. Just say it. The worse that'll happen is she laughs at you. Laugh and break up with you. And never talk to you again. Geez, shut up, brain. "Okay, I've never done this." Beca lets out quickly which causes Elyse to look at her curiously. "I mean, I never been- I'm not- ya know." Beca looks to the ground, suddenly mortified she cannot speak properly. Elyse guides Beca's face back up to hers, using her hand.
"Do not think too hard. You will hurt yourself." Elyse smirks at Beca. Suddenly, the tension leaves Beca's body in a huff and she smiles at the blonde. "Do not think." Elyse says softly before slowly bringing her lips to Beca's.
Beca sees it coming, her eyes widen slightly, her heart pounds in her chest, and she remains still. As soon as soft lips meet hers, Beca's mind explodes like fireworks, like pure adrenaline in her brain; it causes her to become stifling hot in her thin jacket. The kiss is short and lingering at the same time and it takes a moment for Beca to gain awareness again. When her eyes open it is to a slightly smug look from the German. The teasing look and the aftershock of a pleasurable kiss act like a reset for the tense moment Beca had been feeling. She rolls her eyes at the blonde.
"Don't look so smug."
"I cannot help it." Elyse shrugs and begins to pull Beca onward by the hand. "Do not worry, Maus, you will learn quickly."
"Learn what?"
"How to kiss someone senseless." She shoots back, teasingly. Beca huffs, offended.
"I don't want to kiss someone senseless. I want to kiss you senseless." Beca shuts her mouth quickly. Shit. I gotta learn to stop talking. Was that okay to say? Do I sound weird?
Beca's thoughts are cut off when Elyse quickly turns to her, wraps a hand behind her neck, and pulls them close again. Beca is less prepared for this kiss but she gives it all she has just to prove a point. By the time they part, Beca does forget what that point was until Elyse speaks.
"You do."
Again, Beca is being led through campus by the tall German and she does not bother from keeping the smile from her face.
She has seen enough movies to know what happens now. Her time with Jesse has shown Beca the classic and very awkwardly tense moments when a couple stands in the entranceway to a house. It is all cliché and dumb and Beca does not want to hold her life to mainstream media's idea of romantic relationships. Standing at the front door of the Bellas House, awkwardly glancing between the door and the blonde German, Beca hates to conform but she does. She has no idea what to say at the end of a night like this. Jesse was great at these moments. Beca, well, she was…present.
"I do not want to wish you good night." Elyse's almost quiet words break the silence. Beca looks at her, confused. "Then that would mean I would have to leave."
Beca nods her head in understanding because she is awkward like that. She does not want Elyse to go just yet but she does not know what to do…or say. Her hands are stuffed in her jacket pockets and she rocks back on her heels quickly. "You want to come in?" She motions to the door and feels nervousness settle in her gut. She wants Elyse to say yes. She wants her to say no.
"I would like that, Maus."
Crap, she said yes. I mean, yay. Wait- do I go to my room? Did I clean it?! Beca's mind is a quiet tornado of restless thoughts as she unlocks the dooor and allows Elyse to follow her inside. She locks up and turns to find Elyse eyeing the foyer area a couple steps away. Beca slowly moves towards the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink?" Beca feels slightly relieved when she says yes and they make their way to the kitchen. Beca busies herself looking at the fridge's contents while Elyse perches herself on one of the island's stools. "We got water, juice, beer, energy drinks, soda, and...whiskey." Beca announces as she filters through the fridge then the freezer.
"Whiskey would be nice." Elyse says almost mindlessly. Beca keeps her focus on her task and pulls out the half bottle of Jack Daniels and a can of Coke. She puts a cube of ice in two tumblers and fills one with just whiskey. The other she mixes with the Coke for herself. Elyse smiles thankfully when Beca slides the glass to her. "To tonight." She tips her glass and eyes Beca as she takes a sip.
Beca simply nods and drinks a bit more. She lets the burn of whiskey and sweetness of the soda settle in her gut before she watches Elyse. The blonde is still eyeing her with some kind of mischievious look in her eyes and it causes Beca's gut to twist. She is unsure why but everything comes back to her again. Elyse in very un-Kommissar attitude is sitting at the Bella's kitchen island and drinking with her and looking at her. Beca gets the clear sense that she is sizing her up and deciding the best way to eat- No, don't go there.
Elyse finsihes half her drink before she speaks. "The house is lovely but where does the mouse sleep?" Beca clearly hears the teasing and if it were not for the sudden rush of nerves she would shoot some kind of retort back. She can not think of anything besides the fact that she sleeps in her room upstairs, with a bed, that Elyse wants to see. This is where the night is going. Beca showing Elyse her room. Her bed. Where they will sit- lie? Then what?
Beca finishes her drink. "Upstairs." She clears her throat. "Wanna see?" She looks at Elyse from under her lashes and can tell where the blonde's thoughts are headed. Elyse nods and Beca pushes away from the island and slowly leads her guest out of the kitchen. With every step Beca's mind and nerves fire away with what is about to happen.
Are we going to-? Of course, that's what she wants. Jesse and I didn't wait very long. We just kissed tonight though. Is that too fast? Do girls just jump each other after the first kiss? Geez, why didn't I pay attention when CR was talking about her girlfriends?
Halfway up the stairs she feels Elyse clasp onto one of her hands and she wonders if they are too clammy. Elyse follows and holds a little tighter but does not say anyything. Beca is in autopilot as she navigates the hallway to her and Amy's room. She grips the cold doorknob a bit tighter as she pushes it open. Oh thank god it's not messy. "Here it is." She tries to make it sound carefree and light but Beca hears the nerves in her own voice. She quickly moves to straighten up some things and toss what is on her bed onto her desk. "Have a seat." Beca takes her time organizing her cluttered desk as she hears Elyse move to sit on the bed. Her back is still to the blonde as she rambles. "It's not usually this clean in here. I know people will say it's usually cleaner but I think we both know that I'm not a super organized person. I mean I won't live in a barn or anything but-"
"Beca." The stern and questioning way Elyse says her name has Beca quieting instantly. "Come here." The blonde's voice is much softer and Beca knows it is a request, she does not have to but she feels herself turning towards her anyway. She tries to calm herself with a subtle deep breath before she sits somewhat close to Elyse. Beca's internal panicky rant jumps back to the forefront of her mind when Elyse's warm hand finds its way to Beca's thigh. Elyse's right hand slowly reaches out to turn Beca's face towards her. "Maus, you ok?" Her words a little over a whisper and they are so gentle Beca simply nods into the warm hand. Then she stops nodding when warm lips are on hers.
The Bella woman gets drawn into the kiss easily. Elyse is firm and soft in a way that Beca knows is unique to the German woman. She finds it a little addicting to be wrapped up in the moment with her and being so close to her scent is maddening. When Beca feels a hot hand twitch a little too north of her thigh she freaks out. She pulls away sharply with a small gasping, "Stop."
Elyse freezes. She pulls away from Beca to look at her with concerned curiosity. "What is wrong?"
Me. Probably. "Nothing." Beca shakes her head. "I think we should slow down, I guess. If that is...okay...with you?" Her words are unsure and hesitant to leave her lips but her eyes are simply begging for an honest answer.
Elyse smiles gently at her and removes her hand from Beca's thigh to prop herself up to lean back on the mattress. "Of course it is, kleine Maus. If you need to catch your breath we shall take a break." Elyse quickly teases Beca but there is a little seriousness in her demeanor that Beca knows to mean the blonde understood.
"Gee, thanks." She retorts sarcastically. "Kleine?" Beca questions Elyse.
"It means small. Little. Tiny." Elyse smirks.
"Okay, stop, I get it." Elyse smiles wide. A long silent moment passes between the women and Beca finds herself fiddling with the seam of Elyse's tight pants. The blonde allows it for another few moments. "Did you-" Beca wrestles with herself in trying to complete the sentence; at this point she is curious. Nervous and a little afraid of what will happen but she is curious too. "Did you want to- you know? Tonight?" Beca quickly glances to Elyse to gauge her reaction.
Elyse simply raises an eyebrow but her features remain still. "I thought you invited me here so we could make music together." Elyse replies slowly and her voice wavers into a deeper register. The sound makes Beca's skin on her neck prickle with goosebumps. That euphamism though. Okay, so she definitely had my bed on her mind. She wants to do this. "I really wanted to see your sheets." Oh, shit. Abandon ship!
"I don't think I'm ready." Beca replied quickly trying to tamper her rising episode of a freak out. "I know you'll probably be disappointed but I don't- I think- I'm just not ready."
"It is okay, Maus, it does not have to be perfect." Elyse smoothly responds as if convincing a child their penmanship is a work in progress. "I just want to see what you have." She talking about sex moves? I don't have sex moves! "Or rather, I want to hear it."
Beca's cheeks flushed red. She stood abruptly to put some space between herself and the reason her heart rate was bordering on jackhammer. Beca turned back to see Elyse lounging comfortably on one elbow on her bed. Her white sweater had been pulled up slightly in her position and there was a glimpse of smooth skin above dark jeans. Blonde hair cascaded down over shoulders and the ends pooled on her blankets. In Beca's mind, the German was the picture of a casual, modern, Goddess. "Whoa, okay, I think you definitely need to slow down. I said I'm not ready and you sitting there and whispering dirty shit is not helping. I'm pretty sure I like you a lot and I think about you constantly and want to see and spend time with you but that doesn't mean I'm comfortable jumping in the sack with you. I know y-"
"Stop, Beca." Elyse said firmly as she rose from the bed quickly. She was suddenly in Beca's personal space. "What are you talking about? What things did I say dirty?" Beca cautiously looked Elyse in the eyes and saw deep confusion. Beca groaned inside her head.
"You know. About making music together here." Beca's words were almost unintelligible due to her mumbling but Elyse's close proximity made the words clear enough.
"Ja. I thought so. I thought we could work on our project. The medley."
Beca's mind did a double take. Actual music? Wait, then? "You said you wanted to see my sheets." Beca mumbled again but her words were more firm and unsure.
"Ja, your music sheets. I wanted to study how you arrange and alter songs from a composition perspective." Elyse elaborated much too late, to Beca's embarrassment.
Beca ran their conversation over in her head again and promptly removed her head from the gutter. Oh. Well. "So, you want to see what I have finished so far and want to hear it?" Beca stated while she tried to stop the rising color in her cheeks.
"Yes." Elyse slowly brought her hands to Beca's shoulders and held her gaze. Blue eyes danced across brown trying to understand the situation and slowly recognition lighted behind them. Beca averted her eyes so she would save face; not nearly as much as she would like but she tried nonetheless. "Maus, is sack another word for bed?"
Beca's could feel the heat of embarrassment spread across her neck and touch the tips of her ears. This is why you don't rant shit out. "Sometimes." Beca mumbled with her head still pulled away from the blonde.
There was an airy, quiet chuckle before the hands on her shoulders squeezed gently. "And did you say you like me a lot?" Her tone was light and heavy on the teasing which made Beca groan out loud and hide her face behind her hands. "And that you think about me and want to see me and be with me and dream of me." Elyse held her laughter back as she recited Beca's words back to her in an almost sing-song manner.
"I didn't say I dream about you." Beca retorted quickly. Her hands were pulled away from her face gently and she locked on to light blue ones that stilled her racing heart.
"So you are not denying the other things I said?" Her answer was Beca's prolonged silence that brought on another light chuckle from the blonde. Elyse stepped away and pulled Beca back towards the bed. "Come sit." As Beca settled, Elyse turned to face her a little more. "Maus, I will not make you do something you do not want to do. You just say the words." Beca could see such sincerity shining back at her it made her feel a little more at ease. "If you ask me if I feel those things as well, then I will have to answer honestly."
Beca lips twitched into a hesitant smile before she slowly reached for Elyse's soft hands. Their fingers laced together automatically and it eased Beca's frantic thoughts. Her hands were warm, firm, and oh so soft, and it made Beca think that it reflected on the rest of the woman before her. "Elyse. Do you...like me a lot?" Beca asked shyly and looked at the blonde from underneath her lashes.
Elyse smiled lazily and leaned forward slowly. Her lips gently caressed Beca's cheek before they hovered over her left ear. "Yes." Elyse softly breathed out and the sensation of the air and her warm cheek against hers sent a thrilling shiver down Beca's body. Brown eyes fluttered shut as she welcomed the tingling feeling coursing around her body.
"Do you think about me a lot?" Beca asked breathlessly, her hands gripping onto Elyse's. Beca could feel air being released as Elyse moved to the other cheek. A soft kiss there and lips grazed over her right ear slowly.
"Yes."
Beca held back another shiver as her sluggish brain forced her to keep responding. "Do you want to see me and be with me?" The warmth from Elyse's face travelled upward as a hand cupped Beca's cheek.
A light kiss to Beca's eyelid then the other and each one getting their own quiet, breathy answer. "Yes." Beca could feel Elyse's lips slow journey back down. A graze of soft lips on the bridge of her nose, the tip, and at the corner of her lips left a hot trail across Beca's skin. "And yes, Maus, I have dreamt of you." Beca barely registered what was said before hungry, hot lips devoured any response from her and pushed against hers. Beca responded immediately, needing an outlet for everything the blonde made her feel and made to hold in. Her lips moved passionately against colored lips and hands moved to clutch behind heads and hips to eradicate any space left between them.
Time was relatively a foreign concept at that moment for both of the women. They were completely content to keep a fire burning between them but were eventually pulled from their activities by a ringing noise. It took Beca a little while to realize it was her phone and that it was most likely one of the Bellas. With a frustrated groan she released herself from those heavenly lips she had been praising when she realized she was not seated on her bed anymore. Her hazy mind began to focus a little more when Beca realized she was straddling Elyse's thighs. She looked at Elyse questioningly.
"When did I get up here?" Elyse chuckled and wiped her thumb across the outline of Beca's lips.
"I cannot recall exactly but you nearly gave me heart failure when you did." Elyse's voice was deep and hoarse. If Beca thought Elyse's voice earlier, when Beca's mind was in the gutter was sexy, this was downright sinful. Beca had seen lust filled eyes before, she had with Jesse, but dark blue eyes staring into her just made Beca want to dive right back in. It was the reality of the fact that that was something she had never done before which kept her from moving.
Beca smiled timidly and focused on finding the source of the break up between the steamy affair of lips. Her phone was sitting on the desk, when she picked it up she saw two missed calls and a text from Stacie. Beca checked the text first.
SC: fyi we're headin back to the house soon. so put some clothes on.
Beca would certainly be explaining to Stacie what did not go down here. Or maybe what did go down. She would need some more tough love. She placed her phone down and sighed heavily. "The Bellas are on their way home." Beca turned as she said it, kind of leaving it open ended. Elyse seemed to think on that but waited for Beca to continue. "If you wanted to..." Beca did not know how to finish that sentence so left it up to Elyse.
"Do you want me to go?" Elyse was a little quieter with her question but more firm with its intention.
"I don't." Beca said absently. "I just don't know how to explain...this." Beca gestured between them. "I'm not ashamed, Elyse. It will just take a little time to get use to how I feel about you." Beca was surprised again at how well she was opening up to Elyse. It seemed it was the more desirable option than to seeing sadness and disappointment on the German's gorgeous face. Elyse sat and thought on it quickly and for a moment Beca worried that she was asking too much of her. Slowly a smile grew across dark lips and their gazes locked.
"Ok, kleine Maus, it is fine. This has already been way more than I thought I could receive." She held a hand out to her and Beca instantly went to hold it as she stood before the seated woman. "I could not ask for more than this on my day." Elyse smiled happily up at Beca and the Bella returned it easily. That smile sent a surge of warmth through Beca's chest but her words eased it a bit.
"What do you mean, your day?"
Elyse seemed taken aback and uncertain as if she did not realize she said those words. She dropped her head and huffed out an airy, short laugh. "It is my birthday."
"You're a December baby?" Beca asks almost teasingly.
Elyse simply holds eyes contact and deadpans. "Ja, Ich bin im Dezember geboren, kleine Maus."
Beca stilled at hearing the woman speak to her in her language. I hope that doesn't get any less exciting. Beca is sure she knows what Elyse just said so she decides to go with it before she nudges at Elyse's shoulder. "Why didn't you say something?" Her response was a child-like shrug of shoulders that Beca rarely saw, if ever, from the blonde.
"I was upset with you?" Elyse looked up to Beca, worry subtly shifted between her eyes. "I did not know if I would see you today and it is not something I tell people willingly."
Beca thought on that for a moment. Her birthdays were usually really chill, her dad would call, take her out to dinner and get her a card with a twenty in it. Since Chloe squeezed that information out of her though, Beca's birthdays have been filled with Bella antics, gifts, and parties. It has drastically changed how she thought of her special day.
"Okay, I get it, but now that I know...I'm gonna take you out to dinner. My treat." Beca said firmly. She was not that dense to know that a birthday was something that needed to be celebrated by a significant other. Elyse's somewhat surprised face faded into a dazzling smile right before Beca's eyes.
"I would love that, Maus, but I asked you out first." She smirked and Beca eyed her down.
"Technically, you didn't ask a question. And neither did I but it's your birthday so it's my treat. Deal." Both hands cupped Elye's face and Beca leaned down quickly to capture any response the blonde would make. It succeeded in quieting Elyse for a good minute. After Beca felt her point was sufficiently made, and maybe she forgot about it for a few good seconds there, she pulled away to see a dazed looking Elyse. "Now. Can I walk you home?"
That snapped Elyse back to Beca. "No, it is much too far, Maus. I will call Pieter. Hopefully he has behaved himself with those Americans. I told him to this time."
Beca led Elyse downstairs locked at the hands. "What did you do for your birthday? No DSM stuff, I know, because you don't look like a scary night club owner."
Elyse chuckled. "I do not think that is the look I am going for. Pieter forced us to have a day off. We got tickets to a show and had dinner. I talked with my family back home for a few hours. It was wonderful to speak with them." Beca smiled at Elyse bright face. "I am glad you text me for more than one reason. I shudder to think what Pieter had planned for me tonight."
If Pieter was anything like...any of the Bellas, then Beca understood the worry Elyse probably felt. She has been dragged to plenty of weird parties and get-togethers because the Bellas thought she needed to get out. Her birthdays were the worst of them. Beca smiled and squeezed her hand as they approached the front door. Beca looked at their joined hands for a moment and it all felt surreal. She was holding this gorgeous woman's hand. They had kissed, a lot. They were going to go out on a date. Dates, hopefully. It was happening to Beca. What have I gotten myself into? How did this happen? Beca looked into beautiful blue eyes and it felt too real. Getting to this point with Elyse felt so strange and yet she would do it again. When Elyse's dark lips turned up into a bright smile Beca knew she did not have to figure it all out now.
Beca likes to think she can fold music into a lot in life because music is extremely important to her. It is the basis of who she is. So, looking into Elyse's lovely eyes and gorgeous face, Beca was sure she would find the right beat to match with this woman. It would all come together, her and Elyse, they would be a great mash-up. A connected separate entity that sounds unique when combined. Beca knew they were at the start of a very confusing, stressful, wonderful, joyful tune and she could not wait to hear its melody.