It had been there since the riff-off - that urge, the ache, those dark eyes that had seemed to look straight through her...

She grimaced, looking down at the paper she'd been attempting to write for an hour, and counted a grand total of four words. Things couldn't go on like this, something really had to be done. Running her hands through her hair, she shoved her chair back and looked out of the window, watching the people sunning themselves on the grass, cursing everyone from her professor to Aubrey, and those stupid brown eyes. She was never going to finish this paper.

This wasnt like her, she'd never waited before, never wanted someone she couldn't have. And the temptation was killing her. But she knew she couldn't sacrifice the Bella's just to satisfy herself, they relied on each other, they were a team - a family. She'd do some cardio, she decided, changing quickly into her running shorts, and grabbing her ipod from the side before slamming the door behind her. Her mind wandered as she ran, through the events of the year that had gotten her to this point. She had never even heard of A Cappella before she'd arrived at Barden, now she was in one of the most famous groups in the college (for good reasons or bad, she though wryly) and preparing for the semi finals.

She came to a stop after half an hour, having ended up on some unknown corner of the campus, and flopped herself down on the grass, panting, and pulled her phone out of her pocket. Unsurprised, there was a group text from Aubrey, demanding a Bella rehearsal at six. She glanced at her watch, two hours to get back, change and shower and get to the rehearsal. Great. Climbing to her feet and looking around, she realized that she had absolutely no idea where she was, or how exactly she had gotten there. Cursing herself, she grabbed her cell from her pocket and dialed Beca's number, swearing profusely when she didn't pick up. Probably with Jesse, she realized, huffing.

"That's no type of language for a lady," her stomach lurched as she instantly as she recognized the voice, and spun around. He was watching her intently, arms crossed across his chest. Shit.

"So? What's your point?" She tried to act calmly, and looked steadily into his eyes as he crossed the grass, but she could feel the color rising in her cheeks as he smirked across at her.

"Just not what I'd like to hear coming from a beautiful mouth like yours." And with that, and a little smug grin, he passed her, just a little too close to be comfortable, and left her alone, mouth open, in the courtyard. Taking a deep breath, she looked after him. That is it. This means war. She didn't care what Aubrey said, or whether or not she found out, she couldn't keep on like this, she couldn't study, couldn't concentrate in class or in Bella rehearsals, she was going to have him.

The semi's were painful. The bus ride up there, watching Lily sat up the front next to him making annoyance curl in her chest. She crossed her legs and looked out of the window, ignoring the boy who was failing to hide the fact that he was staring at her chest. And the evening did not improve as it continued, their set was terrible, Aubrey and Beca had a shouting match backstage and watching the Treblemakers - the things he could do with his mouth... She didn't want to think about it. She just wanted to go home. She was just dozing off when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.

From:Amy

-Party tonight? Anything to make this night better..

Stacie looked up at her, a smile forming on her face, as she caught Amy staring at her and winked, a party sounded like a perfect way to get her mind off him, have a few drinks, grab a good looking guy, and hey presto, no more distractions. Her night was looking up after all.

To: Amy

- I am definitely in. I need a night out

As soon as she they were dropped off, she ran back to her room as quickly as possible in the heels she was wearing, thanking the lord for having had the foresight to take up jogging. Throwing her uniform to the ground and grabbing a shirt and hotpants from the wardrobe, she threw her hair into a messy bun. She was slipping on her shoes as Amy arrived at her dorm, wearing a massive grin.

She was in her element, drink in hand, music blasting making her head all fuzzy, or maybe that was the alcohol.. But it didn't matter, Amy had disappeared a while ago, suspiciously, seeing as Bumper had also disappeared. She laughed to herself, good for Amy, probably bad for Bumper, if she knew what the girl was like.

"Well someone looks ravishing tonight," hot breath on her neck and hands on her hips sent a tingle up her spine as Donald pushed himself up against her, she searched for something sarcastic to reply, but floundered. "Are you with a date?" She shook her head, tilting her head to the side as he pressed his lips against the crook of her neck. He was drunk, she could hear it, in his voice, and the fact that she knew he was never this forward when he was sober, preferring to take the backseat to Bumper. She guided her hand backwards, to press against his thigh, feeling his breath falter slightly, and smiled.

"I look good every night." She laughed, turned around so their bodies were pressed together and sliding her hand slowly up his chest to place on the back of his neck, seeing his eyes (those stupid fucking perfect brown eyes) blown Whether with want or alcohol she didn't know, but she liked it. "Someone has had a bit to drink, I think."

She faltered for a moment when he crashed his lips to hers, the instantaneous of the action taking her by surprise. His hands came again to her hips, slipping under her shirt and gently massaging the skin there as her arms tightened around his neck. She moaned into his mouth, the movements of his tongue echoing all the way down her body until her knees began to feel weak, right now she didn't care about the Bella's, she didn't care that he was smirking into the kiss due to her reaction, she just knew that she didn't remember needing more this much ever before. She'd been with a lot of men, and she meant a lot, but never ever had just a kissed turned her on so much, she'd do anything he wanted right now just to get him to take off her clothes.

He pulled away from her mouth, looking into her eyes for a second before moving down to place kisses down the side of her throat.

"Woah, we're in the middle of a crowded party, someone will see us." If someone hadn't already, she though. She knew this was a bad idea, she knew that everything she was doing here was a bad idea, but she couldn't find the time to care, with his fingertips tracing circles just beneath her waistband of her jeans.

"Mine then." She grinned, hearing the need in his voice, as well as the order in the tone, she really had no other option did she... oh well, back to his it was.