Drabbletag #6 | Pitch Perfect: Beca/Kommissar | Little Maus
Title: Little Maus
Author: madampresident
Prompt: Pitch Perfect: Beca/Kommissar - squeak - requested by fresh_brainss
Fandom: Pitch Perfect
Pairing: Beca/Kommissar
Rating: T
Word count: 184
Beca let out a little whimper as the tall, imposing blonde began to turn away. Beca clamped her hand over her mouth but Kommissar had already heard and was fixing her with a smouldering look.
Beca felt her knees go weak. "Yup, I'm definitely not heterosexual." She laughed embarrassedly.
Kommissar leaned in until their faces were mere inches apart. "Put your money where your mouth is, little maus."
Beca had no idea where the sudden surge of confidence came from but she closed the distance between them, capturing the blonde's lips. She imagined that the German would taste like dark chocolate, though she didn't, her taste was just as sinfully decadent. Kommissar cupped her cheeks, deepening the kiss. Beca whimpered, pressing closer, wanting to feel as much of the other woman as she possibly could.
The kiss broke breathlessly, Kommissar straightened up to her full height.
"Wait five minutes and then follow me out." Kommissar instructed coolly, turning on her heel and exiting the club.
"Oh, wow..." Beca bit her bottom lip. She pulled out her phone to look at the time. "Five minutes..."
Author: madampresident
Prompt: Pitch Perfect: Beca/Kommissar - squeak - requested by fresh_brainss
Fandom: Pitch Perfect
Pairing: Beca/Kommissar
Rating: T
Word count: 184
Beca let out a little whimper as the tall, imposing blonde began to turn away. Beca clamped her hand over her mouth but Kommissar had already heard and was fixing her with a smouldering look.
Beca felt her knees go weak. "Yup, I'm definitely not heterosexual." She laughed embarrassedly.
Kommissar leaned in until their faces were mere inches apart. "Put your money where your mouth is, little maus."
Beca had no idea where the sudden surge of confidence came from but she closed the distance between them, capturing the blonde's lips. She imagined that the German would taste like dark chocolate, though she didn't, her taste was just as sinfully decadent. Kommissar cupped her cheeks, deepening the kiss. Beca whimpered, pressing closer, wanting to feel as much of the other woman as she possibly could.
The kiss broke breathlessly, Kommissar straightened up to her full height.
"Wait five minutes and then follow me out." Kommissar instructed coolly, turning on her heel and exiting the club.
"Oh, wow..." Beca bit her bottom lip. She pulled out her phone to look at the time. "Five minutes..."