Opposites attract

Part 5

Later that night Beca got home from her errands and she was pooped. Beca opened the door to her place only to find Kommissar sitting on her couch poring two glasses of wine. "How did you-"?
"Don't worry about," Kommissar said. Beca plopped her bags on the floor and sat next to Kommissar.
"How was your day," Beca said.
"Fine, I cleaned up, you?"
"Good, but I couldn't stop thinking about you," Beca said staring at Kommissar as she sipped her wine.
"And that's not good why, tiny maus," Kommissar questioned not looking away from the glass she was about to drink from.
"Its not bad, just doesn't help me get work done," Beca said blushing. Kommissar smiled, now looking at Beca. The two started at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Kommissar finished her wine and started to leave. "No don't leave, stay," Beca said staring hopefully at Kommissar.
"I must go rest, see you later tiny maus," Kommissar said as she left. Beca slouched back into her couch and pored herself another glass. Beca spent her night dreaming about touching, feeling, loving Kommissar.

The next morning Beca woke up with ease, as it was Sunday and she had no plans. Beca was checking her phone when all of a sudden there was a knock at her door. She perked up; She knew it was Kommissar who was at the door. She opened the door to see Kommissars ex girlfriend.
"Oh, hello," Beca said smiling.
"Don't you oh hello me bitch," The bitter ex girlfriend said now glaring at Beca.
"Whoa, what's your deal," Beca said backing away from the doorway.
"You stole my girlfriend"
"Did not, you cheated on her," Beca said. "Why are you even here just leave me and Kommissar alone." Beca shouted as she shut the door in the bitchy girls face.

Beca got dressed and marched next door to Kommissars room. Beca swung open Kommissars door only to see Kommissar crying on the couch.
"Oh my god, Kommissar what's wrong," Beca said running over to comfort Kommissar.
"My ex girlfriend is out of control," Kommissar squealed through her tears.
"Oh ya she came and talked to me," Beca said rubbing Kommissars back.
Kommissar popped her head up in shock and continued to cry. Kommissar then explained how she never cries in front of people. Secretly this made Beca feel safer, and more comfortable around Kommissar. Kommissar quickly stopped crying and sat up.
"Sorry, I'm a mess," Kommissar said shaking her head and wiping her tears.
"I have been messier," Beca said smiling at Kommissar. The two chatted about how rude and disrespectful their past relationships have been. Both girls have never settled down with the right partner. Every five seconds Beca would try and cuddle up but Kommissar would resist. Beca loved to cuddle, but Kommissar was not the cuddling type. Beca shared her story, and Kommissar shared hers. Beca found out that Kommissars parents left her when she was a baby. A wise old lady who had passed recently took in Kommissar. Kommissar was very grateful for the opportunity to start a new life in America.
"I'm looking for a fresh start," Beca said looking deep into Kommissars eyes.
"We shall she tiny maus, we shall see," Kommissar said lightly rubbing Becas smooth cheeks. Beca flirtatiously smiled and she leaned her head on Kommissars shoulder.
"Tiny maus," Kommissar questioned.
"Yea," Beca said perking her head up from Kommissars shoulder.
"I would like to have a fresh start with you," Kommissar said as she grabbed Becas Chin and pulled her face closer.