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writebethany · 9 years

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Things you said when you thought I was asleep with Becommissar? :D

Beca woke up warm and content. She didn’t feel like moving yet, too comfortable and her limbs felt a little bit like jello, too. God, the sheets under her were soft, too soft to be her bed at home, though she didn’t expect to be there. Something was trying to come to the front of her mind, but she was too lazy to really think about it and grasp the thought. So she was not at home, she was not in some sketchy place about to die, so she just continued to lay.

She snuggled down more and let her mind wander, half dreams scooting across her mind unleashed by her conscious mind’s lack of attention and order making. Strains of music come to her that she has to remember for later. What she hears is good, not stellar, but she can always polish it later and she’s learned to keep a ready supply of inspiration music on hand to fill in for when she’s drawing a blank on anything else to make sure she stays productive.

A body shifted against her back, drawing Beca’s limp body back and against skin softer than the sheets. Well, that was part of the answer her brain had been looking for before. She had spent the night with someone else. The warmth around her intensified being closer to the other person and Beca just wanted to go back to sleep now more than ever.

“Maus,” a sleepy voice whispered in her ear, “bist du wach?”

German, her brain registered that before it actually manages to translate the sentence from the moderate amount of German she remembers from high school and college. They asked her if she’s awake. Well, that didn’t really take that much translating considering the situation, but she gives herself the points anyway.

Slowly, her brain started to remember things. She’s in New York City. She’d been there for a business trip and had decided to take a week off to see the sights and whatever else she felt like. Which was a good thing considering right at the end of the week she’d been there for business she had seen Kommissar on a huge poster in the middle of Times Square for a musical on Broadway, of course. She’d gone immediately and had lucked into tickets, good tickets, and if they had come from a back alley she was sure she was going to get murdered in well no one had to know. The performance had been out of this world and Kommissar, Mina Stauss on the program because of course she actually had a real name, had been the best of everyone, which had made Beca maybe a little bit jealously angry. And if she had stormed out to the stage door to wait for Mina to give her a piece of her mind, well no one had to know that either.

Mina had come out of the stage door and signed a few autographs, had talked with a few fans, but she had stopped the moment she’d seen Beca and honest to god smirked. Beca had gotten angrier even as she melted just a little bit. She’d said hello to Beca and that it was nice to see her after the few years it’d been since Worlds. Somehow they’d ended up down the block a little bit, away from the crowd at the stage door and that was when Beca had stepped forward, close, too close to Mina, ready to unleash a barrage of god knew what insults. And had asked Mina on a date instead. Mina had just smirked even more and said she’d pick Beca up the next morning at eleven. Logically Beca knew that Mina couldn’t have planned that, but still she had her suspicions that it had been exactly what the other woman wanted.

That first date had gone well. They hadn’t left each other’s sides all day and even now a warmth suffused Beca thinking about it. There had really been no question about if there would be a second date the next day. Yesterday’s date had been wonderful too. She’d seen more of New York, the real New York, not just the tourist traps, than she’d ever thought she’d see.

And oh god, had last night gone well too. Mina had been everything in bed that the leather almost-bondage gear outfits of DSM had promised years before. Even in her still fuzzy state she can feel a blossoming ache between her thighs that feels so satisfying. Idly she wondered about morning sex being on the menu because she would be down. So down. Their plans for the day would just not have to include much walking.

“I take that as a no then,” Mina said, sounding a little more awake now. She untangled herself from Beca and Beca almost told her to stay right where she was, but she wasn’t quite awake enough yet for actual words to come out of her mouth. She’d always been so slow to wake up and waking up with a beautiful woman didn’t actually change that surprisingly.

Beca heard the sounds of sheets rustling and the bed shifting as Mina stretched, and her imagination almost made her open her eyes because she was seeing a fucking magnificent sight behind her eyelids and was sure the real picture of Mina stretching, naked and highlighted by sunlight would only be better. But honestly, she knew that there would be other mornings for that and so the motivation wasn’t that strong.

Her phone vibrated beside her head once. Twice. Five. Ten. She lost count at fourteen times. Oh god, who was having drama now? And knowing the girls it wouldn’t shut up until she actually muted it for this flurry of activity. Nothing drew all the Bellas to the group chat like drama.

Mina leaned over Beca and picked up the phone. “Well then, who is messaging you so many times?” she asked herself more than she did Beca.

Beca was thankful that she didn’t have a lock on her phone. She was too lazy for one, really. And that meant that Mina could mute the damn thing and she could sit here for another few minutes slowly waking up.

“Oh, the Bellas.” Mina was silent for a few minutes, obviously reading whatever news had been shared. “It seems that the little one is freaking out over Worlds and not being able to hold on to your title. The others are assuring her she is a wonderful leader and that it will be fine of course.” Mina’s free hand came to stroke gently through Beca’s hair and Beca was totally in heaven.

“I’m sure she will be fine. If she puts on a performance like you did four years ago they will at least take second. If DSM performs as we did then, then they will have first once more. Everyone else is too trivial to speak of.” She leaned over and put Beca’s phone back, mercifully silent now. “I would never say this while you’re awake, but you deserved to beat us back then. We were simply not the best that day. And oh, how they paid for that in the practices afterward.” There was a kind of sadistic satisfaction in her voice that heats Beca’s blood for just an instant.

But then she forgot about it because her eyes popped open and she sat up. “Oh my god, you just admitted that the Bellas were better than DSM. I didn’t think I’d ever see the day.”

Mina for her part seemed stunned at her sudden wake up but recovered quickly. “I said that day, not in general.”

Beca just smirked at her, beyond pleased with herself. “Nope, well yes technically, but it’s totally not how I’m going to interpret it.”

“Has it bothered you all these years then, mouse?” Mina shook her head, looking amused.

“I mean, a little bit because you were such smug assholes literally that entire year and then you came up to us at the after party to congratulate us after we already won and didn’t actually congratulate us but insult the judges and tell us we pulled too much emotion into the performance and that’s why we won. It’s sort of great to hear you eat those words.”

Mina tilted her head in acknowledgment. “I do not like to lose, neither did anyone else on DSM. So it follows that we were sore losers then, but now enough time has passed that I can see the truth and feel no real emotion beyond a bit of a sting. You played to your strengths, and that was the emotional aspect of a performance, not the technically perfect part, but what is a musical performance if it doesn’t touch your emotions somehow? It is not perfect, that is what. But it took quite a while to see that.”

Beca looked over to her phone, thinking about the Bellas and texting them about the literal alternate universe that she’s entered into, but she thought that that was better left until later. For now, Mina was indeed magnificent in the sunlight with the sheet pooled around her waist and Beca planned to do something about it.

“You’re right. Music is all emotion. I mean I got that, but like, I didn’t really until I got down and dirty in the production side of things.” She raised up on her knees and scooted over to Mina. “And for someone who was a sore loser then it can’t have been easy to admit that. I mean you said you wouldn’t tell me while I was awake.” She plopped herself down in Mina’s lap, their faces a scant inch apart. “Perhaps there are a few emotions that can soothe over your ruffled ego?”

Mina snorted. “This is very heavy handed, you know.”

“Yeah, well, I was trying to figure out a way to segue into this from the conversation we were having while still gloating and that was what I came up with. At least it’s not an accidental insult-compliment.” Her arms snaked around Mina’s neck and up into blonde hair.

“Oh, but I like those.”

“Of course you do.”

“They’re so cute. And who doesn’t love compliments.”

They were practically melded together but Mina kept their lips apart on purpose. Beca had the feeling that she was going to have to actually ask to get kissed. If that wasn’t a little bit of revenge she didn’t know what was.

“Oh just shut up and kiss me, you gorgeous German Goddess.”

“Who could say no to such lovely alliteration?” Beca knew there was a smirk on her lips. The next second as Mina leaned forward she could actually taste the smirk and the smugness on Mina’s lips. It tasted like victory even sweeter than that of Worlds.

But that didn’t mean that she wasn’t going to text the Bellas after and spill the beans. She wasn’t a saint.

With Mina’s hands on her ass like that, well, that was pretty much a confirmation from above. She’d used her life’s allotted miracles to save the Bellas and run into Mina again. No one would write books about her, but that was totally ok.

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writebethany · 9 years

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Undisclosed Desires 6/6

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Beca was jittery. So fucking jittery. And she had been the entire flight over. Like, literally shaking enough that she was surprised she hadn’t shaken the plane out of the sky, and wouldn’t that have been a stupid way to go? So moral of the story, she did not sleep a wink on the plane and right now was only running on adrenaline and caffeine, which was not making matters any better in the jittery department.

But they were in Glasgow. And everyone sounded so weird and she wasn’t sure she understood anything that anyone was saying even though she was pretty sure they were all speaking English, even if it was a weird dialect of English. Then again, since they were in Scotland they could actually be speaking Gaelic and Beca wasn’t sure she would know the difference. Right now, sitting in a coffee shop down the block from their hotel, killing time before they could check in, Beca wasn’t sure she understood much of anything except for the fact that in less than twelve hours she was going to see Mina again.

“Oi! You little leprechaun, get out of my way, can’t you see a lady is trying to get through?” Fat Amy practically yelled at one guy who didn’t get out of her way immediately. Beca felt bad for him for getting hit by the tornado that was Amy, but then she heard the words fucking bitch come out of his mouth so she was a bit less sympathetic.

“Bloody rat bastard,” Amy called back to him, shoving past him and setting down the plates full of breakfast scones and muffins she’d gotten for them. Stacie grabbed one and started eating as if they weren’t in a foreign country and everything was perfectly normal. Beca reached out and took something at random, but really didn’t eat anything. She tore apart what looked to be a blueberry muffin into tiny chunks.

“Right, so that looker behind the counter gave me directions to get to the stadium where our main squeezes will be playing. Or more like your main squeezes and my side man, but whatever, there’s no need to so specific.” She picked up a scone and practically ate it in one bite. “I will still eat that German chump for lunch.”

Beca didn’t even want to think about the innuendo there and knowing Amy it was totally on purpose too.

“You two are going to be the ones eaten though.” Amy winked at them in that exaggerated way that she had.

Stacie just snorted and nodded. “If all goes well, that’s the goal here, isn’t it. It’s not like Skype sex really does it.”

“You guys have already had this conversation and it’s totally why we’re here, so can we not do this again,” Beca said, heading off this awkward discussion at the pass. Still, she was already beet red from blushing. She did not need this right now. Right now she needed to fucking chill and probably a nap, but it was still like four hours until they could check in. Ugh, red eye flights and the whole arriving in the morning thing was annoying.

“What, you’re just jealous that you didn’t think of doing it with your German.” Amy picked up a muffin and actually ate at a reasonable pace this time.

Beca spluttered and shoved the plate of muffin bits forward. “I am not!”

Stacie and Amy looked at each other, their expressions the perfect picture of ‘uh huh, sure,’ which only pissed off Beca more.

“What! I’m not. I don’t want our first time doing anything like that to be over the internet, ok?”

“You should have just screwed her a few months back, god knows the sex was great.” Stacie smirked like the cat that caught the canary.

“Second that.” Amy high fived Stacie.

“Ugh, guys. I’m glad that you both super like sex and super like to get it on on the first date, but that’s not my style, remember? It took me most of a year just to fucking like you guys, things go a little slower for me. Like, this whole thing with Mina is a little fast honestly. It’s sort of freaking me out. But mostly in a good way except for the fact that I haven’t slept in twenty-four hours and am literally shaking right now, but whatever.”

Her friends immediately sobered up. “Okay,” Stacie said, nodding. “You make a good point, not everyone is the same in relationships.”

“Yeah, but you and Mina are great together, so like, go for it. She’s sexy -- maybe not quite on my level, but close. And every time I walk in on your conversations on Skype and every time I read your text messages after you’ve fallen asleep, she’s really sweet and you guys have so much in common. Not to mention you listen to her music in the shower. If that doesn’t tell you what’s up, I don’t think anything will,” Amy said.

Beca blinked at her friend for a second. She fucking thought her phone sometimes moved from where she left it while she was sleeping. The first chance she got she was changing her passcode on her phone, preferably when Amy was in like the next state or something. The twenty dollar thing was bad enough. She sighed, sometimes she didn’t know why she loved these nerds.

Except it probably had something to do with the fact that their words had actually made her feel better. Yeah, she was still shaking but jet lag and caffeine were probably mostly to blame at the current moment. Maybe if she ate something it would stop or at least diminish some. She pulled the shredded up muffin back to her and started eating the little bits slowly.

It was weird to just sit there drinking coffee and eating a muffin like everything was normal. She had thought that being abroad would be super duper different, and obviously it was different, but not to the degree that she had imagined. Man, being stuck in the States her whole life had really fucked with her perceptions of things. It didn’t escape her notice that she’d finally managed to get out, if only for a long weekend, because of Mina. She really had gone out of her comfort zone for the other woman, she’d pushed herself more than she had since she’d joined the Bellas. And really, as much as she’d sort of hated that in the beginning, it had turned out really well for her. Maybe, well, more than maybe this would turn out well too.

She ate enough of the muffin that she stopped shaking, or maybe it was because she really had chilled the fuck out, or a combination, it didn’t matter as long as she wouldn’t look like a complete idiot later. Beca pushed her mostly empty plate forward and looked at the rest of her now lukewarm coffee and decided that that wasn’t a good idea. Now that she was over the jitters she really shouldn’t take the chance. Beca looked up at her friends who were mostly finished as well.

“Ok, so any plans for today since we still have like a million hours before we can check into our hotel?” She asked. Beca looked at Amy even though she knew that she would probably regret it later. She was, after all, the one who booked the trip, she probably had some sort of plan. A plan that was going to kill her, but a plan.

Amy smirked and whipped out a map. “Oh, I have plans.” She shot up from her seat. “Come on, pitches. Last one to the hotel to drop of their luggage has to tell these buggers that tea is disgusting and get fed to the dogs.” She grabbed her bag and started to power walk, because of course Fat Amy never ran anywhere.

Beca and Stacie just looked at each other before getting up and following Amy at a reasonable pace.

At four they were finally allowed to check into their hotel and Beca was totally already planning the two hour nap she was going to take as soon as she saw a bed. The nervous energy she’d felt earlier had completely gone somewhere around the time that Amy had dragged them through The Necropolis, shouting about the view. Which Beca had thought was a little disrespectful to the dead people, but since they were dead and Amy had a tendency to stuff Beca under her arm, dangerously close to her armpit when they were arguing, Beca hadn’t said anything.

Stacie leaned against Beca, still more than a little tipsy from the tour and subsequent tasting they’d gone on at Glengoyne Distillery. She hoped Stacie would be a hell of a lot more sober by the time the concert rolled around, but then again they still had four hours and they were like a five minute walk away so they had time to sober Stacie up.

“Still say we should have gone to the West End and had a look around,” Amy said, digging out the key card the desk clerk had given her as they walked down the hall.

“Amy, you dragged us to a cemetery, a distillery, a park, and a cathedral in like six hours. I am about to fall down and if I fell down Stacie would fall down because you know how she is with good whiskey.”

“It’s so nice, Beca,” Stacie slurred, but her words were slowly getting more distinct which was a great sign. Still though, Beca looked at Amy like ‘do you see?’

“Pfft, you Americans and your low alcohol tolerance, ridiculous.” Amy stopped outside their room and let them in. “Alright we now have four hours to get ready to see our various fuckbuddies or whatever you feel like calling them. I call first shower!”

Beca just walked in behind Amy without saying a thing. She didn’t care. Nap. She so badly wanted a nap.

“Stace, you should probably drink some water and take some sort of pain meds to avert your probable hangover.” She parked her suitcase by the bed farthest from the window and fell down on the soft surface. Jesus, it felt like heaven.

“Already ahead of you, Becky-Becs.” Stacie giggled and flopped down on the other side of the bed almost spilling the water bottle she’d pulled from the minibar. She dragged her carry on up onto the bed and dug around until she found a small bottle of Motrin and popped three into her mouth with a quick swig of water.

Beca let Stacie get away with the horrible nickname because she was drunk and no other reason. Honestly, Becky-Becs, god she hated the name Becky and she hated people who called her that, except for Stacie right now because she had an excuse. But that didn’t mean she didn’t glare a little bit before shutting her eyes.

“You can take a shower after Amy. It should help sober you up. I’m going to take a nap for a little while or else I’m going to die tonight and not in a good way.”

“But you have to pick something out to wear tonight,” Stacie said, already rooting around in her luggage again.

“We have four hours, Stace, I think I can handle picking out an outfit in that time period.” She already ninety percent knew what she was going to wear. Her wardrobe was full of skin tight skinny jeans that made her ass look fabulous so that had been a no brainer, and after she showered she was going to change into the new matching set of panties and a push up bra that did fucking wonderful things to her cleavage that she had bought a couple weeks back when she might have been planning her next meeting with Mina, paired with her normal converse because concert floors could get interesting and she wasn’t dumb enough to put herself through wearing heels for such a long time. The only thing she wasn’t super certain of was what top she’d wear, but really, she’d be in better shape to pick something out when her brain wasn’t moving at literally a snail’s pace.

She started to drift off with Stacie’s rustling in the background. Beca felt Stacie get up, but just used that as an excuse to spread out more to get even more comfortable. And she was almost, almost asleep when Stacie gasped loudly.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed in that overly loud voice that drunk people seemed to universally adopt.

“Stacie,” Beca mumbled into her pillow, “I’ve made some allowances for the fact that you’re drunk, but I will literally kill you soon if I don’t get some sleep.”

“But Beca, you have to see this. Mina’s like right outside the window. And Muse too.”

Beca pried her eyes open. “What do you mean? We’re on the fifteenth floor, Stacie.”

“Just come here!”

Ugh, that sealed it when Stacie sobered up she was killing her. Beca wanted to make sure the other woman knew exactly what was happening to her and why when she murdered her. She pushed herself out of bed and walked over to the window where Stacie was standing and looked out.

“Oh holy shit.” Outside the window was a huge billboard advertising the concert, which wouldn’t really be anything remarkable, except instead of just a picture of Muse’s logo or the three band members, it was Muse and DSM all together, looking intimidating in black and mesh and Beca was literally dead even with Mina’s eyes and she felt caught. Holy fuck, she hadn’t seen this advertisement before. The tour marketing department must have come up with something new recently, or her google searches just hadn’t turned up this piece of international marketing.

Her eyes skimmed over Mina. It was a different outfit than the one she wore for the concert. This one was just. Wow. The shirt was all mesh except for just the thinnest band over Mina’s chest and you could clearly see her abs through the holes in the shirt and Jesus Beca really wanted to lick those well defined lines. She shook herself. That was probably the jet lag talking. Well, maybe not. The pants were black and ripped enough that there wasn’t really much left to cover anything at all. And Mina had nice legs. She had nice everything, what was she even thinking. Finishing off the outfit were combat boots that looked like they could successfully curb stomp someone with ease. It was intimidating as hell when paired with the look that Mina was giving the camera, and her posture. And goddamn if it didn’t turn Beca on.

Suddenly the last thing she needed was a nap and the first thing she needed was a cold shower. She gulped hard. God, she was really such a goner.

“Look at her,” Stacie sighed.

Beca knew a sigh like that wasn’t about Mina. She looked for Aren and saw her on Mina’s left side, a similar outfit on her, arms crossed over her chest, looking like she could kill a man. She did look good, definitely, but Beca was still biased towards Mina for obvious reasons.

“I don’t even want to know what Amy is going to say when she sees Pieter on that poster.” Beca took a step back from the window. If she didn’t walk away now she was just going to keep staring out the window like some sort of love sick puppy.

“What about me?” Amy called through the closed bathroom door.

Beca jumped. The fact that Amy could have hearing like a bat when she wanted to was always a pain in the ass. Amy popped out a second later clad in a towel and Stacie just pointed out the window. Beca sighed heavily, went over to her bag and tried to tune out the other two because she swore to god if she heard one more comment about how big Pieter’s dick was she was going to scream and she really didn’t want the cops to be called on them right now. She had people to see.

So instead she just sorted through the tops she’d packed and debated on the merits of each of them for a few minutes while humming loudly. It worked for the most part. She picked up the red halter top she’d packed. Definitely too cold for that and she’d stand out like a sore thumb and why had she even packed this if she didn’t really like it? Oh right, made her boobs look awesome, but still, she threw it aside. The flannel she’d packed for the airplane ride back was out. That left her super low cut dark blue blouse or and an off the shoulder black shirt that she’d bought with Chloe on one of her many attempts to get Beca into something a little more fashionable. Which she was totally fashionable, just not in Chloe’s way damn it.

She’d put aside the black top without really thinking about it a second later. Beca nodded though at her unconscious choice. Low cut with the bra she was going to be wearing and the direction this night might go was totally the way to go. She quickly set out everything else she needed to get ready and yawned again. And now that that was done she really could nap now. She looked over at her friends and prayed they’d be somewhat quiet before swan diving onto the bed and falling asleep a few minutes later.

Beca stood outside the stadium, heart beating in her chest. This was it. They were finally going to see Mina and all of DSM again. And as an added bonus, she was actually going to see the entire concert considering she didn’t need to run out and see Mina this time. They had backstage passes where she could spend as much time with Mina as she wanted without a huge crowd of people trying to buy merch. She couldn’t recall ever being this excited for anything.

By the time the trio made it through the ticket line, Beca thought her poor organ was about to crack a rib, it was pounding so hard. The closer they got to their seats, the more apparent it became that these were no ordinary run-of-the-mill tickets. They weren’t even normal VIP seats, which became increasingly obvious as they passed not one, not two, but three sections of VIP seating.

Stuck in a concert induced haze, the tiny Bella didn’t really pick up on just how close they were until Fat Amy said something along the lines of “oh yeah, Pieter’s German sausage is going to look great from here”. It was around that time that Beca took a look at her surroundings. Her jaw dropped. They didn’t have good seats. They didn’t even have great seats. Hell, who even needed seats when you were literally standing in front of the front row of seats.

“Amy, how the hell did you even-” Beca started to question her friend but was cut short by the dimming lights of the arena followed closely by the eruption of screams and cheers. Probably best that she didn’t know the answer to her initial question anyway.

She zoned out as the announcer once again read his scripted spiel of sponsors. All she could see was DSM getting into place on the darkened stage in front of them and Jesus she was close enough to lick Mina’s abs. Well she would be if she was taller. It wasn’t hard to pick her out of the crowd of black and mesh. No one walked quite like her,striding confidently, shoulders back, like she was about to kill a man.

The announcer finally shut up and the lights came up and DSM, as one, snapped to life. Beca near fainted as the first notes of Elastic Heart rang through the arena in Mina’s angelic voice. Oh gods, if the entire concert was going to do this to her, she may as well sit her ass down now before she fell down.

She found herself mouthing along with the words to the songs, following Mina’s every move with her eyes and hoping that Mina would look at her. Honestly, it wasn’t much different than the first concert she’d gone to, except now she knew what it was like to kiss Mina, and how she felt under her fingers and that made this concert better, more special and she wanted it go on forever at the same time that she wanted it to end so she could see Mina again after so long.

Despite her hopes, Mina didn’t look down at her during the first song, not even in the pause between songs. She was ever the consummate professional. Beca knew that, but after flying three thousand miles she wished Mina would glance down just once. She thought about actually singing along, actually raising her voice up loud, but that wouldn’t attract Mina’s attention. She’d been on too many stages to think that would work. The noise of the crowd and speakers would drown her out. She had waited a month, surely she could make herself wait just a little longer. And so she sat back and kept watching.

She wasn’t sure when exactly things got dodgy on stage, but she definitely knew why. About two thirds of the way through the second number, DSM got clumsy. As Aren was making a loop around the group at large, she spotted Stacie. The dark haired girl squinted for a second at her girlfriend before losing her footing and colliding into the back of a short blonde DSM girl. She corrected herself immediately, of course, as a machine would, but continued on with a very deer-in-the-headlights expression for the next few steps until she assured herself she was back on track.

It happened so fast and was such a minor slip up that Beca was sure no one else noticed, there were just too many members of DSM to watch and almost everyone was watching Mina and Pieter, but she did. And she knew Stacie did. One glance at Mina told her that the fearless leader had, unsurprisingly, noticed as well. Of course she had. Because she’s Mina. And Mina fed off the failure of others. And probably had eyes in the back of her head. Beca wouldn’t really be surprised if she did.

The song ended and Aren looked visibly relieved. Her eyes kept drifting down to look at Stacie, then quickly pulling back up, trying to keep her focus for the performance so she didn’t fuck up again and risk the terror that was Mina beyond pissed off, but it was like she couldn’t quite help it. Beca thought it was sickeningly cute, and would help Aren by distracting Mina if she could, but that wasn’t going to happen and everyone involved knew it. Stacie just waved and grinned every time Aren looked at her, shock clear in her eyes. They’d get to explain later why they were there but for now it was amusing to watch Aren because it was obvious she thought she might be dreaming.

The third song started and on one of the passes where DSM all came together to make a formation Aren passed close enough to Pieter to actually see the looks that Aren was giving them. He looked out of the corner of his eyes, spotted Amy and wiggled his eyebrows. To which of course Amy then mimed sucking a dick while shouting.

“Fuck yeah! That’s my side hoe right there!” Amy continued with the lewd gestures for the rest of the set. Beca just tried not to look in their direction because really? In front of all these people? She wasn’t surprised, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be at least a disgusted with the whole situation.

The rest of the show went normally except for the staring and gestures and Beca was still blown away by just how fucking talented DSM was. Someday soon they’d have their own tour, but she wasn’t sure if that was the proud girlfriend in her or the aspiring music producer speaking. Regardless they made a hell of a good show and it wasn’t long before the German’s were clearing the stage and the first shouted words of ‘Dead Inside’ were blasting through the speakers.

Beca’s heart rate spiked. She hadn’t gotten to see the whole concert the first time around. She was actually going to get to do that this time. And this was her favorite band like basically ever. And they actually knew her name now? What could make this concert better?

Those few numbers that she had missed the first time around really rounded out the performance. Seeing the show in it’s entirety really was better than only seeing bits and pieces. She found herself jumping up and down to the music, singing along, screaming loud enough that her vocal chords hurt. And maybe it had to do with the fact that she wasn’t worried about meeting Mina and impressing her and a thousand other things, or maybe it had to do with the fact that Muse was a fucking great band, maybe it was a mixture of both, but who really cared when she was across the fucking Atlantic in Glasgow seeing her favorite band in concert about to see her girlfriend and probably fuck the hell out of her. It probably was the best night of her life and a story she’d tell her kids and grandkids years from now.

The closing notes of Uprising echoed in Beca’s ears. This was a transcendent moment if she had ever experienced one.

“Alright you wankers!”

Moment gone.

Matt Bellamy’s voice rang obnoxiously over the stadium. “This last song is going out to all the cats, mice, and princesses in the building. May you all get lucky tonight.” He shot a solitary wink at Beca as the crowd erupted. How the hell had he even known she was there? Had Aren told him in the three seconds between DSM going off stage and Muse on? The little Bella felt her cheeks catch fire. Matt jumped over to his piano and propped one foot up on the bench before hammering out the first chords of ‘I Belong To You’. This, of course, caused Beca to turn a shade of red that she wasn’t even sure existed in the chromatic scale. She looked pitifully at Stacie whose smile was consuming her entire face. Of course she wouldn’t be embarrassed about the leader of an internationally famous band telling them to get lucky. Beca only wished she could say the same. God if only she had met Mina at a concert for a band that wasn’t basically her favorite ever.

Beca looked around to see if she could see just how Amy was reacting, though she didn’t know why. If Stacie wasn’t embarrassed Amy wouldn’t be. Amy after all was the one who regularly yelled about her latest conquests.But it seemed somewhere between intermission and the end of the show, Amy went missing. Beca thought for a split second that maybe she should get Stacie and go look for her, but then again if they didn’t know where Amy was they had plausible deniability to anything Amy got up to. Especially since wherever she vanished to was probably either illegal or unsanitary -- or both. Probably both. It was good thing that they’d already taken their backstage passes from her and could continue on without her when the show ended.

“I Belong to You” played on and Beca’s blush faded. No one in the audience knew that the what Matt had said had been about her and Stacie and Amy getting laid tonight. Which was comforting. At least a little bit because still her favorite band knew she was going to get fucked tonight and it was going to take a little while to live that down. Ugh, Mina was worth all of this, but if only it hadn’t actually happened then it would be perfect.

“Alright guys, that’s it for us tonight. I love you guys. You’ve been a great crowd. Buy some merch on your way out.” He winked. “And have a great night!”

The lights went dark on the stage and everyone around them clapped for a few long minutes before anyone really went anywhere. This was it. They could go backstage now and actually see their respective love interests. And Muse. Though right now for once in her life that was actually secondary. Stacie turned towards her and smiled, white teeth bright in the dim light left in the stadium now that the stage lights were off.

“Come on Becs!” She grabbed Beca’s hand and pulled her towards where they needed to go.

Beca’s heart pounded as she and Stacie rounded the corner into the hallway that would lead them to the backstage entrance. The girls flashed their lanyards at the beefy man at the gate and he stepped aside for them to continue.

“So...any idea where we are supposed to go from he-” Stacie began, but was cut off by a familiar, booming voice from their right.

“Oy! Dom, look, it’s the rat and the princess! Lucky, lucky, look what we’ve caught,” Matt sang as he and the rest of the group approached. The frontman practically tackled the girls in a hug around their necks -- a particularly unbalanced hug, taking the height difference into account.

Beca couldn't quite believe what the hell was happening, but her arms came up and hugged the man reflexively. Had she died and gone to heaven without noticing? But then her brain caught up with her and she remembered the whole comment about getting lucky that Matt had made before ending the show and her face was crimson red once more in half a second.

"Hi guys," Stacie said once she was let go from the hug fest, picking up the conversational slack that Beca was leaving.

Dom flicked their backstage passes, hanging around their necks. "All official like, I see. You know you could have just told the bouncers that you were the main squeeze of the DSM leaders and they would have let you back. They already know about you."

"Mostly because we won't stop razzing them about you, loudly enough that I think the entire production crew knows about you." Matt grinned large enough that it totally crossed the line into shit eating.

"Better safe than sorry, right?" Beca asked, her mouth finally working. She could do this. She could actually be a human being and not actually stick her foot in her mouth.

"Matt, Dominic, why am I not surprised that you found them before we did?" Mina voice rang out behind them.

Beca peeked around Matt and saw Mina up close for the first time in a month and her mouth started to water. She was already in casual gear, a t-shirt and tight white jeans that made Beca want to lose her mind right then and there.

"Because, love, we're, as you would say, completely up to no good."

Mina rolled her eyes and stepped around her tourmate to face Beca. "Little mouse, I can be quite honest when I say I was not expecting you here.You flew clear to Glasgow just to see me?"

"Stacie!" Aren shouted, tackling Stacie almost to the ground in Beca's peripheral vision, and that was really the last thing that registered about her friend because who could really register anything but the German goddess in front of her.

"Um, yeah, I guess I did. I mean, it was actually Amy's idea and Amy's black card that paid for it, but yeah, we all wanted to see you guys."

"Oh, they didn't just come to see you, they came to come as well." Dom and Matt high fived.

Mina turned a glare on them. "Have you caused enough mischief yet to satisfy yourselves?"

"Nah, give us a few more minutes. Besides, we've got to make sure that Beca here knows what she's getting into. We've got to protect her, you see."

Mina's eyes drug up and down Beca's body. "And do you know what you're getting into, Beca?" She drug out Beca's name, making it sound like a curse and yet like salvation.

"I, um, yeah, yeah I do." She nodded almost frantically but at the last second she pulled it back, trying to keep her cool.

"With a face like that I think the girl totally knows what she's getting into. Just make sure you don't have hotel management called on you again, Mina. God knows the whole Muse thing only gets us so far with grumpy managers."

"But we all know that money shuts them up if need be, Bellamy, so hush."

"Dunno, mate, they get awful cranky when you break shit and don't really shut up even when you offer to pay."

Mina cocked an eyebrow. "And just how much stuff did you break?"

"Well, it might have been both beds and a table, but it was really an accident and only a minor amount of alcohol was involved. It wasn't as big a deal as they were making it out to be, I swear." He shrugged.

"Yes, well, in comparison a noise complaint will be very easy to deal with, don't you think?"

Dom snickered. "Awful confident in your abilities to make the mouse squeak, aren't we?"

A slow grin spread across Mina's face that made Beca throb all over. Holy shit, the woman was sex personified. It was totally not fair.

"Of course I'm confident, I'm a singer, I'm well aware of how to use my mouth. But also I'm a singer. And that means, boys, that I have a very good set of lungs. And with a woman who looks like that," she gestured to Beca, "it won't be a stretch to say that they will be used to their fullest capacity."

Dom and Matt looked at each other for a second before screaming "Aaay," and slapping Mina on the back.

Beca for her part was dying all over again for multiple reasons. The fact that her favorite band was talking about her being loud enough to get management called on them. The fact that Mina was confident that she could make the other woman scream that loud. The fact that all the images of just exactly what she wanted to do to Mina to make her scream that loud. Everything was combining together to make one awkward blushing mess out of her.

But with one look at Mina, smirk still intact as Matt and Dom continued to razz her, she knew that she wouldn't change any of this for the world. A smile crept onto her face and morphed into a shit eating grin. Well, if she was in this situation with her idols teasing her and her girlfriend about their sex life, she might as well give them something to talk about.

She walked forward and melded herself into Mina's side, still grinning up at the other woman. She could see Mina was surprised, but only her eyes gave the other woman away, her face was as composed as ever. Beca stood up on her tip toes and kissed Mina's cheek which made the boys howl even louder.

"So why don't you give me the backstage tour?"she whispered in Mina's ear, though she was sure that Matt was standing close enough to hear her if he wanted to, and Beca was sure he did. It seemed that an opportunity to rag on Mina later wouldn't pass him by.

"What a wonderful idea, little mouse." Mina's arm snuck around Beca's waist, squeezing her to the other woman for a moment before drawing Beca backwards, away from the group.

"I hate to interupt, well no, that is a lie, but gentlemen, I believe Beca and I have elsewhere to be."

"So that's what the kids are calling it these days," Matt shouted after them, but they were already off walking through the maze of backstage.

Beca looked back, trying to find Stacie in all the mess but didn't see her.

"Your friend and Aren left almost as soon as they saw each other," Mina said, answering Beca's unasked question without even glancing Beca's way, which was a little freaky, but handy at least.

"Oh, okay."

"Knowing Aren, the dressing room is getting a rather...strenuous workout before they will manage to stuff it in their pants long enough to make it back to the hotel." She shook her head, fondly exasperated. "And Pieter disappeared before Muse's set was done, so god knows where he and Fat Amy are." Her hand came to rest on Beca's ass possessively as they kept walking. "So it's just you and I, mouse, which tonight is how I prefer it." She turned a look on Beca so hungry that Beca shivered hard.

"Me too," Beca breathed out. "So why don't we go back to your hotel room?"

Mina surged forward, pulling them to a stop in the middle of the hall and kissed Beca hard and fast and dizzying. "I thought you'd never ask. Come along, Beca."

She pulled Beca by their joined hands, almost too fast for Beca to keep up, but Beca didn't mind. She was going to enjoy this.

It wasn’t lost on Beca, the irony that they had been staying in the same hotel this entire time. Not that Beca really believed that Mina would have been there at all when she was there earlier, but still. She wondered if Amy had known when she’d booked their room. Something told her yes, but right now she really didn’t care.

Right now what she cared about was the fact that Mina was walking just slightly in front of her down the hall towards the room that she wasn’t sharing with two other people and that Mina’s ass looked fucking awesome in leather pants. Beca was sure Mina had kept them on just for her. And she was really, really looking forward to taking them off.

Mina looked over her shoulder with that ridiculously sexy smirk like she knew what Beca was thinking about. Then again, it wasn’t really hard to guess since in the modern vernacular ‘do you want to come back to my room with me?’ really only had one interpretation. So she just cocked an eyebrow back at Mina asking without words just what the other woman was going to do about it. Mina’s eyes darkened and her steps sped up just a bit. Any faster and Beca was going to have to break into a jog. But at least there was the added benefit of getting to the room faster.

Mina finally stopped outside a door at the end of the hall and pulled out a keycard. She slipped it easily into the lock and a second later she was stepping into the room, dragging Beca along with her. She didn’t allow the door to close on its own but had Beca pinned up against it a second later. The kiss was hard and demanding and all Beca wanted at that moment. Her arms were up and around Mina’s neck without thought, drawing them together harder.

The adrenaline from the concert combined with all the hormones that being with Mina released and she almost felt dizzy, but in the very, very good way. She felt her knees weakening already and god, this was going to be amazing, wasn’t it? She opened her mouth and Mina used the opportunity fully, deepening the kiss, caressing Beca’s tongue with her own, and Beca couldn’t help but moan. Her hands slipped up into Mina’s hair and grabbed on tight, trying to ground her in the moment, but she was gone when the action caused Mina to groan into her mouth.

Mina’s hands wandered down and around and grabbed Beca’s ass. They were both longing to be even closer together, but that probably wasn’t physically possible right at that second. Mina pulled up and Beca responded, hopping up and wrapping her legs around Mina’s waist as Mina pressed her harder into the door.

“Fuck,” she whispered as her center firmly pressed into Mina’s rock hard abs. Her hips started to move without her permission, trying to seek out more friction.

“Isn’t that the goal here, little mouse?” she teased, breathless, before attacking Beca’s neck with a fervor that Beca hadn’t been sure existed before that moment.

Beca hissed in a breath, gathering her thoughts for a few long moments before she was able to speak. Mina’s lips, teeth, and tongue just felt so mind numbingly good against the sensitive skin of her neck that it was so very hard to think. “Smart ass, you damn well-ah, know that I meant that as an exclamation not a literal statement.”

Mina laughed against Beca’s skin, but didn’t pull back to defend herself. She just kept right on doing what she had been as Beca continued to slowly lose her mind. Her hips were still moving, faster now as her body warmed up, getting hotter and hotter under Mina’s touch. One of her hands untangled from Mina’s hair and slipped between them to rest on one of Mina’s boobs, squeezing lightly. Mina’s grip on her faltered for just a second in response and Beca felt more powerful than she had in a long time.

“Bed,” Beca managed to choke out.

“Wonderful idea.” Mina said, getting a firmer grip on Beca before stepping back from the door and carrying Beca to the bed. The other woman set Beca down gently, before shoving her back and crawling on top of her. Mina looked down at Beca, hunger all over her face.

“Is this where you make a corny joke about you being a cat and catching the mouse?” Beca snarked, but it was a bit too breathy to really have any punch.

Mina chuckled. “Oh, Beca, jokes are the last thing on my mind right now.” She reached out and caressed Beca’s face. “Right now I’m thinking more about where to start ravishing you, but there are so many different ideas I can’t decide.” Her hand trailed down to Beca’s lips. “Because your mouth is so very sinful.” Her fingers coasted down further onto Beca’s neck. “But your skin tastes so good and leaving my mark on you has a great amount of appeal as well.” Farther down still and Mina was cupping Beca’s breast, thumb finding her nipple easily. “And then there are other parts of you that I haven’t even begun to explore yet and I can’t have that, now can I?”

Beca started to squirm just a bit under Mina. That little speech had turned her on more than she cared to admit.

“No, you can’t have that.” Beca swallowed hard as Mina sat up enough to start slowly slipping the buttons of Beca’s blouse out of their little holes, revealing her skin inch by torturous inch. Mina’s touch was light, teasing, almost tickling over the newly revealed skin. It was too much and really, definitely not enough. Beca was never more grateful when the end of the shirt came and Mina finally parted it completely. She sat up just enough that Beca could slip out of the shirt and it went flying to places unknown in the room.

Mina laughed as they settled back into place once more. Her hands were on Beca’s breasts, massaging them gently. “Someone was planning this, weren’t they?”

Beca thought about denying it, but what was the point right now, pinned under the most gorgeous women she’d ever seen. “Maybe.”

“No one wears a bra like this otherwise. It is rather exquisite.” She bent down to lick along the lacy edge.

Beca pulled in a sharp breath. Holy fucking shit. “M-maybe I just wanted to look pretty for me.”

“I don’t think so.” The words vibrated against her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Neither do I,” Beca finally admitted and she could actually feel Mina’s smirk against her.

“That wasn’t very hard to admit, now was it, little mouse?” She dropped a few kisses on Beca’s sternum. “But as pretty as this is, I think that it will have to go now. Too much of you is covered.” Mina’s hands slipped behind Beca’s back and had her bra unsnapped in a second, pulling it off and flinging it the way of her shirt. Idly Beca hoped she’d be able to find that later because it had been expensive and she actually liked it, but right now that was the least of her concerns.

“Beautiful,” it was a revenant sigh that warmed Beca in a different, deeper way that just the feeling of lust. Mina looked down at her with such awe and care that Beca knew that come morning she wouldn’t regret this. She wouldn’t regret this in a thousand worlds and lives.

She leaned up and kissed Mina, gentle yet desperate. She needed the other woman. Her hands found the hem of Mina’s shirt and tugged it up and up until it was just sitting, hanging around Mina’s neck because she couldn’t bring herself to end the kiss just yet. It came to a natural end and the two of them just sat there for a second, foreheads pressed together before Mina pulled back and finished taking off her shirt and then her bra for good measure.

Beca had thought she was prepared for the sight of Mina naked. God knew, she had fantasized about it more than a few times since meeting the other woman. But the way her mouth went dry and all that moisture traveled south at a rapid rate told her that she hadn’t been prepared at all.

“Are you even real? Holy, just fucking god. I can’t.” Her hand reached out and followed the plane of Mina’s stomach, watching as Mina’s abs twitched under her touch. Her skin was so soft that Beca wondered if it was really possible. Could this be one big hallucination?

But then Mina was pushing her back down on the bed again, pinning her arms above her head and kissing hard and nothing that felt this real and urgent could be a hallucination. The feeling of Mina’s skin on hers, there were no words for it. She just got lost in the sensation of skin pressing against skin, sliding together gently, making Beca long for the moment when there was absolutely nothing between them because that would be what heaven felt like, surely.

“Mina,” she whined into the other woman’s mouth.

And that was really all it took before Mina was up and off of her and unfastening her skinny jeans and pulling them off with more ease than Beca herself managed. It had to be some sort of German voodoo. This all had to be some sort of German voodoo because she’d never felt like this in her entire life. How was it that someone could turn her on like this?

But then Mina’s fingers were tracing the matching lace on Beca’s panties and smirking and the answer to her question was in that expression. Fuck.

“A thong, little mouse, how very naughty of you.” Her fingers slipped under the waistband and Beca stopped breathing for a second.

“You know, ah, that some people actually wear thongs on a daily basis, right?”

“Oh, I know, they are my prefered type of underwear, but you don’t strike me as one of those kinds of people, Beca. I’d say you are more the hipster type, maybe the cheeky if you’re feeling particularly daring. This, this you bought special just for me. How did you know I cannot resist a woman in a thong?”

“Uh, more important question is how you guessed my underwear type accurately because everyone fucking loves women in thongs man, but not everyone can just look at another person and be like, ‘that one wears granny panties.’”

Mina’s hands moved up from the light explorations of Beca’s lower stomach and over until they were resting on Beca’s hips, looped under the thin piece of material with purpose. “Oh, I suppose I’ll tell you how I knew eventually, but right now that’s not what I want to do at all.” She started to pull downward and Beca got the message quickly and lifted her hips to help.

There was no time wasted. Mina’s hands were in-between Beca’s thighs as soon as her underwear was off. Beca’s heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest as fingers traced over the sensitive skin of her thighs, getting ever closer to where she needed them, but Mina didn’t seem to want to give her anything easily. As soon as Mina finally reached the apex of her thighs, the other woman pulled back completely and just sat back, looking down at Beca with hooded eyes and a satisfied smile. Beca wanted to lunge up and make Mina continue what she’d been doing, but that look kept her where she was, she felt like prey, but she felt safe all at the same time.

“You know you’re wearing far too much,” Beca finally said after a few long seconds.

Mina just snorted. “That cliched line, mouse? Certainly you can do better.” Her hands went to the zipper on her pants though and started to slowly undo them.

Beca shot up, sure that this pleasure was one she actually wanted for herself. She grabbed Mina’s hands and stopped them, looking up into dark, stormy blue eyes. “Why change the classics when they work?” She guided Mina’s hands away, turned the other woman, and pressed her down into the mattress. Leather was going to be a bitch to get off, but whatever. It would be worth the struggle.

Her hands went to the zipper and she kept her eyes locked on Mina’s as she finished slowly unzipping the garment. She swore she could actually see Mina’s eyes getting darker by the second, now verging on black, but that had to be a trick of the light. She found the waistband of Mina’s pants by touch and started to pull them off centimeter by centimeter. Mina’s hips came of the bed to help them over her wonderful ass and Beca licked her lips at the way she could see Mina’s muscles flexing with the action.

Pulling off the pants as slowly as she was, they weren’t really that much work. There were a couple snags, but Beca managed to fix them before it turned into some awkward fumbling on her part. She really wanted to look like she knew what she was doing for Mina. Which was a complete and total lie, but she had masturbated before and had googled some stuff so she’d be fine right? Maybe she should have taken Chloe up on that offer to experiment a few years back. At least then she’d be more confident.

Finally, pants off and thrown wherever, she crawled on top of Mina and laid down. She sighed at just how right it felt like this, only the barest scrap of fabric separating them. With the way Mina looked at her and the way this felt she may not be completely confident, but neither was she running. She had no desire to. She just wanted to lay here, and maybe would have indulged that want, if not for the fact that she was sopping wet and aching, and for the fact that after a few seconds Mina had flipped them and Beca was on her back once again, staring up at the other woman.

“I knew you’d be a top.”

“Switch, actually, but liebling, right now I want to make sure I fuck you within an inch of your life and so being a top serves my purposes.” Another kiss and this time Mina’s hand actually made it to where Beca wanted, tracing gently through her wetness, exploring with no real purpose.

Beca moaned and whimpered and groaned and god knew what other noises made it out of her mouth because this touch was everything she wanted and not enough, and was that always how it was going to be with this woman because damn she could live with this form of torture forever. Her hips were moving trying to press down, trying to get more friction, trying to make Mina move faster, but that wasn’t happening. It was just slow teasing, avoiding any place that could really bring her the pleasure she wanted. Beca could feel the smugness radiating off of Mina and she wanted to wipe that expression off her fucking angelic face, but she was a slave to Mina right now and really couldn’t do anything of that sort.

Instead her arms came up and around Mina’s back, scratching hard on pale skin that she was sure she left marks. She felt very satisfied at the image of Mina marked by her, red lines telling of just what they’d been up to in this hotel room. Mina retaliated by biting Beca’s lip hard enough to bruise and god that didn’t hurt as much as Beca knew it should. In fact it might have turned her on more than she should admit.

One well placed swipe of Mina’s fingers and she was actually half sobbing she was half out of her mind on pleasure. Mina pulled back from the kiss, light from the window haloing her, looking like a tousled goddess that Beca should be worshipping and not vice versa as the case was.

“What do you want, little mouse?” Mina asked, breathing hard, hand still moving just enough to make Beca crazy.

“More, just more, god Mina. I need to come.” She’d never heard herself like that before, so clearly desperate and begging, but she felt no shame. She wasn’t sure if she could feel shame in that moment.

“Fingers or mouth?”

Beca short circuited a bit at that and for the life of her she couldn’t make her mouth form any words.

Mina just grinned and said, “Both then.” And she started kissing her way down Beca’s body, taking a nipple into her mouth for a few seconds before releasing it, doing the same to the other, kissing down her stomach, tongue flicking out to circle her belly button, nipping at her abs, nuzzling the soft skin right before her center, and suddenly her mouth was latched onto Beca and Beca was literally screaming.

There was no teasing this time. Mina went straight to her clit and started to gently lick and Beca was dying. She had to be, because this felt too damn good for her not to be on some other plane somewhere that someone else would call paradise or whatever. Her hands flew to Mina’s hand and she grabbed her hair, pulling the other woman farther into her, hoping she wasn’t being too rough, but unable to really control herself.

“Oh my fucking god,” she moaned at the feeling of a finger pressing at her entrance. She wasn’t sure she could handle anymore, but then Mina was pressing inside of her and oh god. There were no words to describe the fireworks behind her eyelids.

Beca got the impression that Mina was cataloging all her reactions meticulously, because every time she gasped loudly Mina repeated whatever action had garnered the reaction until Beca couldn’t even make a sound anymore, she was just mouthing curses to the ceiling, calling out to god, any god at all, it didn’t matter. She was so close to coming. Beca could feel it building and building and she knew when the wave broke it was going to be huge and she would probably be ruined for any other person out there after this. Which was totally fucking cliche, but like she’d said earlier, she might as well use what worked.

One crook of Mina’s fingers and she was gone. She felt herself arch off the bed, felt herself screaming, but that wasn’t what really mattered. Arcs of pleasure were cascading through her, lighting her up from head to toe and for a few glorious moments she was the star on high next to the goddess.

And when she finally came down she was boneless, sparks still shooting through her at random intervals, making her shiver. Mina was resting with her chin on Beca’s lower stomach smiling, open and honest and loving and Beca felt content just looking at a smile like that, forget the mind blowing orgasm she’d just had. She had been right. She was ruined for anyone else now. And she couldn’t give less of a fuck if she tried.

“Hello there, liebling,” Mina said, voice deep and rough and unbelievably sexy.

“Hi,” Beca said, throat feeling just a bit tender. Just how fucking loud had she shouted?

Mina lifted herself up and scooted up the bed until she was facing Beca, laying on her side, just looking with that same smile on her face. Beca reached out, arm shaking, not quite ready to move just yet, but she was forcing it. She found Mina’s hand and threaded their fingers together.

“I think I might have died there for a second,” Beca said.

Mina laughed. “Oh, did you?”

“Yeah, I think you brought me back to life after killing me though, so good job.”

Mina just shook her head and said nothing more.

They laid in silence for a few minutes, skin cooling in the warm room. Beca wanted nothing more than to return the favor, but she needed to actually have working limbs for that, and she wasn’t quite there yet. Nor was she really pushing herself to be. This quiet in-between space was a nice space to just be. She didn’t want to break it quite yet, but she would eventually. For now she just studied Mina in the low light, highlighting some of her curves and planes and hiding others in shadow. She could picture knowing every one of them, a kind of familiarity which took more than one night to build. She wanted that. She wanted a lot here, and yet it still wasn’t scaring her.

“What are you thinking, tiny mouse?” Mina asked, breaking the quiet, but not the spell it had wrought on them.

“About you,” Beca said simply. It was the truth after all, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to share all the details just yet. “You?”

“About you,” Mina parrotted back and her and Beca just shook her head.

“You think you’re clever, don’t you?”

“Always.”

Beca scooted forward so that her head was tucked under Mina’s chin and their bodies were pressed together once more. Just being this near the other woman had her warming up once more, had her limbs itching to move and please Mina. But for just a few more seconds she allowed herself to stay in the moment.

But then it was too much and her lips were seeking out the bare skin around Mina’s collarbones and kissing it lightly, tongue flicking out to taste skin that tasted exactly like the cinnamon she smelled of constantly. Beca hummed in the back of her throat. She wondered how it was possible, but did it really matter as long as she could benefit from it? Mina sighed above her, arms tightening around Beca, drawing her closer.

Her mouth kept moving, teeth coming out to play, nipping hard enough to leave bruises that would show under Mina’s mesh costume tomorrow at her next performance. She didn’t really feel bad considering how many bruises she probably had of her own. And she didn’t have access to a god awful amount of stage makeup. Amy and Stacie were going to have a field day tomorrow.

And the amount of fucks that she gave was less than zero and more like approaching negative infinity.

She kissed up Mina’s neck and licked along the tendons there, standing out as Mina threw her head back into the pillow. Beca was buried in soft blonde hair and even softer skin and maybe she didn’t believe in heaven, but if she did this would be it. Her goddess, her angel, her heaven, why should the line be blurred?

“Little mouse.” It was a breathy sigh, an almost plea and Beca found that she could do nothing but obey. She pushed herself up on her elbow and kissed Mina for a few seconds, deeply and soundly before sitting up all the way and crawling down the bed. She looked up at Mina, sitting beside the other woman’s knees and their eyes locked for a long moment. Beca licked her lips and sat forward, grabbing black cotton and dragging it down Mina’s legs and now finally both of them were completely bare and Beca couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful than this moment.

Except now she really didn’t know where to start. Inexperience had her frozen to the spot and she could feel the little seeds of panic starting to plant themselves.

Mina reached out to her, hand resting on Beca’s bare thigh and Beca took a deep breath. That one touch had said everything that a thousand words could. She set her own hand on top of Mina’s and squeezed, saying thanks and another thousand things.

She sat forward again. She was familiar with using her hands with herself. Perhaps it was better to start with something familiar and work to other things later when she had gained a bit more confidence. And if she used her hands, then she could keep kissing Mina. It really was a win-win situation.

She laid herself out beside Mina, pressing her front to Mina’s side once more and getting comfortable. Her hands started to wander Mina’s body as her mouth started kissing every inch of skin again. She didn’t want to tease for too long this time and so one hand moved farther south after a minute. Mina’s legs parted easily for her and Beca reveled in the relieved sigh that escaped Mina.

If she had thought that Mina’s skin was soft elsewhere, the skin of her inner thighs was like velvet. She let her fingertips play over the skin for a few long moments, not wanting to stop touching, but this wouldn’t provide any real satisfaction and she would have time to explore every inch of Mina later. There would be later tonight and many nights after that. She didn’t think that was the endorphins talking either.

Her hand drifted up and found Mina wet and wanting on oh god, Beca had never felt anything that had both rocked her to the core and turned her on so extremely. She had done this. Mina was this wet because Beca had turned her on this much.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, unable to help it.

“I uh-agree,” Mina stuttered out as Beca’s fingers kept moving.

Beca smirked at Mina for a second and then concentrated on her movements and Mina’s reactions. If she didn’t know fully what she was going then she could fake it until she figured it out like always. Body language had helped her figure out many a situation, it wouldn’t fail her now.

So when Mina arched at a particularly hard swipe of her fingers, Beca repeated it again. When Mina gasped loud enough that the people in the next room could hear she sped up. When Mina grabbed the sheets hard enough to turn her knuckles white at a particularly rough touch she experimented with different pressures. She felt like she was learning more and more about Mina as a person from this, though why she didn’t know. All she was doing was figuring out what Mina liked in bed, but maybe that did actually tell something about a person in a way.

And on the whole she had to be doing something right because she felt Mina’s walls tightening around her as Mina completely left the English language behind and started to curse in German and what sounded like French and maybe Danish. She felt more powerful than she ever had before. She was about to make this woman beside her break into pieces, to become the most vulnerable a person could, to say there wasn’t a sort of power in that act was foolish. And yet she would never abuse that power, just revel in it and hold Mina while she came apart and reformed again.

When Mina came a minute later, shouting Beca’s name into the room, German accent so very thick, Beca knew, if she hadn’t been changed before, she was now, seeing how beautiful Mina was when she came. She kept on softly, letting Mina ride through the aftershocks pleasureably and then resumed her place tucked under Mina’s chin. She wouldn’t have thought that sex could be as transformative as this, wouldn’t have thought she would ever think like this, but here she was. Tomorrow she was sure she would still be her awkward self, but something would still be changed irreversibly. And that was ok.

“Are you sure that was your first time with a woman, mouse?” Mina asked, voice rough from shouting.

“Definitely sure on that part.”

“Wow, usually first times are very awkward, but then again, you always have been a head above.” Mina chuckled, nuzzling into Beca’s hair.

“I might have, um, watched some porn and read up on some things to prepare.” She could feel her face heating up at the admission.

Mina laughed, full and shaking laughs that jostled Beca. “Well, whatever you did, it served you well.”

Beca reached down and pulled the sheets over them when goosebumps started to cover her skin.

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet. The night is still young.”

Beca shivered for an entirely different reason. “Jesus, you’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”

“Only in the pleasurable way, liebling.”

“Well, I’m sure I can get behind that.” She snuggled further into Mina. “I can also get behind cuddling, though if you tell any of the Bellas that literally ever I will deny it so thoroughly that you’ll begin to doubt you ever heard it yourself.”

“Well then, I suppose I won’t do that then.” Her arms wrapped around Beca again. “Because I can get behind cuddling as well.”

“Good.”

They lay together as the night ticked on for who knew how long before Beca sat up just a bit.

“Mina?” she asked.

“Yes, mouse?”

“I don’t think...I’m not going to be able to let this go after this.” She looked away and held her breath, waiting.

Mina’s hand came up and cupped her face and made Beca look back at her. “I feel the same way.”

“Oh thank god.” It came out in a rush of breath. She never let herself get invested. Well, the Bellas hadn’t really given her a choice but to get invested, but for everything else it held true. Everything else, except now for Mina too.

Mina’s thumb started to make soothing circles on Beca’s cheek. “We will figure out everything, as we have been so far. I have faith in us.”

And the look in Mina’s eyes was so sincere that Beca could only say, “I have faith in us to.”

Mina’s smile was blinding as she pulled Beca back down into her. “Good. Now rest, I was not kidding about not being down with you. You will need all the strength you can get.”

Beca snorted. “I think I can handle whatever you’ll put out.”

“Oh, I look forward to testing that assessment.” Mina kissed Beca’s hair and relaxed back into the bed. The arm around Beca started to move slowly up and down Beca’s back and Beca knew the next round wasn’t far off. She just smiled into Mina’s amazingly soft skin, ready for whatever came at her next.

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