Challenge #461 - Squirm
Title: Comebacks
Prompt: #461 Squirm
Fandom: Pitch Perfect
Pairing: Beca/Kommissar
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
Notes: Spoilers for Pitch Perfect 2
“Interesting performance,” Kommissar says, with that haughty smirk on her face.
Beca bristles, heart beating way too fast. “Yeah, well, your face is interesting, and also perfect!”
Oh God, at some point during the celebrations she lost the other Bellas, and now there’s nobody to hold her back from humiliating herself.
Kommissar’s smirk gets broader. “Relax, feisty little mouse, I was paying you a compliment.”
Beca’s heartbeat, if possible, gets even faster.
“Oh, right, well, that’s -” Beca’s sure she was good with words, once upon a time. “Told you we’d kick your ass!”
Kommissar is really ridiculously tall, and she’s using every inch she has over Beca to loom. When she smiles like that, it bears all her teeth, like a sexy wolf or something more articulate than what Beca’s brain can currently manage.
“So, yeah! World champions!” Beca’s pretty sure she’s shouting, even though Kommissar’s so close they’re sharing the same air.
Thankfully Kommissar shuts her up, with a kiss so hard and fast Beca actually yelps into the press of her lips.
“Oh God, finally,” Beca manages to gasp when Kommissar pulls back for air, before she’s descending on Beca’s mouth again.
Kissing her brutally and, holy shit, lifting Beca up like she weighs nothing, and Beca’s instantly squirming in her arms, making all these needy little noises.
“I’m going to wear you like a glove,” Kommissar growls.
“Yeah, okay, you should do that,” Beca nods, dazed.
Kommissar laughs against her mouth, the sound dirty and heated.
Prompt: #461 Squirm
Fandom: Pitch Perfect
Pairing: Beca/Kommissar
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
Notes: Spoilers for Pitch Perfect 2
“Interesting performance,” Kommissar says, with that haughty smirk on her face.
Beca bristles, heart beating way too fast. “Yeah, well, your face is interesting, and also perfect!”
Oh God, at some point during the celebrations she lost the other Bellas, and now there’s nobody to hold her back from humiliating herself.
Kommissar’s smirk gets broader. “Relax, feisty little mouse, I was paying you a compliment.”
Beca’s heartbeat, if possible, gets even faster.
“Oh, right, well, that’s -” Beca’s sure she was good with words, once upon a time. “Told you we’d kick your ass!”
Kommissar is really ridiculously tall, and she’s using every inch she has over Beca to loom. When she smiles like that, it bears all her teeth, like a sexy wolf or something more articulate than what Beca’s brain can currently manage.
“So, yeah! World champions!” Beca’s pretty sure she’s shouting, even though Kommissar’s so close they’re sharing the same air.
Thankfully Kommissar shuts her up, with a kiss so hard and fast Beca actually yelps into the press of her lips.
“Oh God, finally,” Beca manages to gasp when Kommissar pulls back for air, before she’s descending on Beca’s mouth again.
Kissing her brutally and, holy shit, lifting Beca up like she weighs nothing, and Beca’s instantly squirming in her arms, making all these needy little noises.
“I’m going to wear you like a glove,” Kommissar growls.
“Yeah, okay, you should do that,” Beca nods, dazed.
Kommissar laughs against her mouth, the sound dirty and heated.