AN: I just needed more, and reading all the great fic on here wasn't enough! :) I'm not a big writer, usually, and I tried to edit as much as I could. Please point out errors/typos for me. Also, I know it's a little on the risque side, I'm not going to apologize because these are two 19 year olds that have been going at this for a year. There's gonna be some fun!

I have another 2 chapters started, not sure if this will go past that. Please let me know if I should keep going. Reviews appreciated.

And, as always, I don't own Pitch Perfect, characters, etc. etc.!

Beca heaved a sigh and rested her head against the door to her dorm room and she flipped through her keys, locating the one that would let her in and finally get her into her bed.

The day had been a total whirlwind. Performing with the Bellas like they had never performed before. Jesse being receptive to her message, and the kiss they had shared. And then the announcement that the Bellas had won while the Trebles got second. And of course, the after celebration the girls had in Aubrey's room. Beca was still working off the alcohol buzz from the champagne Fat Amy had provided.

Through the whole night, she kept thinking about Jesse. So much had happened after the competition that she hadn't had a chance to talk to him at all after she had forced her lips onto his. She sighed as she jimmied her key in the door to unlock it. She definitely had to call him in the morning. Now, she wanted to check her email, fix her latest mix, and crash into her bed.

Her room was dark as she opened the door; only dim light from the streetlamps outside was leaking through the window. Kimmy Jin was home for the weekend and Beca reveled in the solitude. There were so many thoughts and emotions plowing through her skull. Not bothering with the lights, she threw her bag towards her closet and walked over to her computer, flipping on the monitor. She reached over and turned on her desk light and yelped in fright. The light from the lamp illuminated a smiling face sitting on her bed.

"Jesus, Jesse! What the fuck!" she cried as she literally fell off her chair. "Why are you sitting in my room in the pitch black?"

"Sorry, I sort of assumed you'd turn on the lights as you walked in and it would be a less creepy surprise that I was here. Chloe let me in," he smirked as he offered her his hand to pull her up.

"Chloe? Has a key to my room? That can't be good," Beca sighed as she regained her composure and dignity. She looked at him, standing a few feet away from her, almost shyly, or maybe nervously, with a smile on his face.

"Well, congratulations. You guys were pretty incredible," he said rocking on his heels, hands stuffed in his pockets like he didn't know what else to do with them.

"Thanks, we were awesome, right?" she quipped, eliciting a half-hearted chuckle from him. "You guys were amazing, too. Benji hit it out of the park."

"He really did. But the best team won."

"Well, no shit. That's for sure!" Another chuckle from Jesse. She could tell this was semi-rehearsed small talk, almost like he was unsure of how to get them back to what had happened after the Bellas' performance.

"So…" he said looking at her with anxious eyes.

Beca strongly considered letting him squirm a little while longer, teasing him with more small talk and sparring for a few rounds of witty banter, but she found herself desperate to be wrapped up in him again. She closed the distance between them and slid her arms around his neck. He responded by tentatively placing his hands on her hips, two of his fingers gently drumming nervously.

"So," she finally responded with a mischievous smile, rising up onto her toes to reach his lips.

Their kiss earlier was eager and hungry. Now, Jesse, while definitely still kissing her back, seemed tentative. Beca slipped her hand onto the back of his head, pulling his lips more firmly into his, but his hands stayed lightly on her hips. Beca pulled away and Jesse didn't meet her eyes. This was not the reaction she was expecting.

"What?" she blurted out, confused and feeling suddenly vulnerable. She put herself out there, like he wanted. Why was he acting scared?

"Beca, we need to talk about whatever this is. Don't get me wrong – I'm kind of over the moon that this is happening, but are you serious about it? Are you sure this is what you want?"

Jesse's face was pained, like he was waiting for her to change her mind on him or put back up her wall.

"I can't get into this with you again if all your going to do is push me away…again. I'm not going to be able to handle that," he sighed, taking a step back from her and sitting on the edge of her bed, hands clasped between his knees. His nervousness and trepidation was palpable.

In that moment, Beca realized how much her actions since August had hurt him. How much she had hurt him. Jesse had never hid his feelings from her. She had always known how he felt; he'd been plainly obvious with his affections. Now she saw how much of an effect her constant wall and angry outbursts had had on this wonderful boy who had done nothing but like her and support her. Beca crossed to her bed and sat beside Jesse. When he didn't turn towards her, she slipped her hand between his where they were clasped between his knees. With a deep breath, she readied herself for this openness everyone was so fond of in her life.

"Jesse," she spoke softly, resting her head on his shoulder. Both of their eyes fixated on their intertwined hands. "I'm sorry. For everything. The way I treated you throughout our friendship, it really wasn't fair to you. You were right, I push away people that care about me. I knew how you felt and I did it to you because you scare me. How much I like you scares me."

Beca felt Jesse shift slightly, causing her head to slide under his chin, as his hands tightened around hers.

Encouraged, Beca continued, "I am serious about this, all of our kidding and banter aside. About wanting this to happen. I'm not going to lie, I'm probably going to suck at it," her body shook as she felt Jesse stifle a hiccup of laughter and shake his head. "But I promise I'm going to try. If you still want me."

The last part she threw out there because she had to admit, she wasn't feel as secure in this as she did back in the auditorium seats. His trepidation fanned her own. Maybe this wouldn't work. They were so different.

"I still want you, Beca," Jesse sighed. "Pretty sure I never stopped."

Beca's face broke into a smile and she relaxed slightly against him. "Nerd," she teased.

Jesse freed a hand and ran it through Beca's hair, gently lifting her head off his chest. His face was happy. The pain and fear from moments earlier was all but gone. As he looked at her, Beca felt an odd warming sensation fill her body that warred with the sudden urge to shiver. No one had ever smiled at her like that.

Jesse began to lean closer to her face, his thumb rubbing circles at the nape of her neck. Beca, anxious to be all over those gorgeous lips again, tipped her head up and closed her eyes in anticipation of meeting his mouth with her own. Just as Jesse's lips met hers he paused. She could feel him smiling.

"And he won her over with juice pouches and Rocky," he whispered.

Beca's eyes flew open to see Jesse staring at her, goofy grin in place and his characteristic glint in his eye. "Did you seriously just do a voice over for your 'life movie'?" she said incredulously.

"Well, when they do the bio pic on me, I want to have certain things pre-written for them, for accuracy," Jesse replied, not missing a beat.

Thump. Beca's fist made contact with Jesse's arm.

"Ow!" he cried with a laugh.

"Way to ruin a moment, Swanson! Plus, that's not even accurate. I've still never seen Rocky, you technically won me with juice pouches and The Breakfast Club." Beca was trying to feign annoyance, but it seemed futile. With Jesse beaming at her that way, like she was the only person in his world, her resolve was definitely wavering.

"Yea, but I still won," Jesse smiled and grabbed the back of Beca's head again, pulling her so their foreheads and noses met as she rolled her eyes at him.

"God, Jesse, this is going to be messy…" Beca sighed, eyed fixed on his lips.

"Don't I know it, you're kind of a disaster," Jesse said breathlessly, finally pushing his lips to meet hers.

Their kisses started slow and careful, and vertical, for that matter - lips and tongues exploring new territories. Beca discovered she could elicit a quiet moan from Jesse by sucking his bottom lip just so. Jesse figured out how to send shivers through Beca by pressing a certain point on her neck. After several minutes of this quiet exploration, Beca, fueled by hormones and almost nine months of sexual tension, took a leap and threw a leg across Jesse lap, straddling him. Based on the combination gasp and moan he gave against her lips, she decided she had made a good choice.

One hand was at the small of her back, pressing Beca closer to him, while the other tangled in her hair, keeping her lips attached to his. After the back and forth year they had been having, he couldn't believe this was how it was ending. His lips moved from her mouth to along her jaw and down into her neck and hollow of her throat. Beca stifled a giggle and squirm as he found a ticklish spot on her neck. Jesse trailed kisses along the exposed part of her collarbone and Beca moaned softly, her hips gyrating ever so slightly against his, driving him crazy. Before Jesse even really considered what he was doing, he flipped Beca over on to her bed, pulling himself down over top of her.

"Whoa, nerd boy, where did that come from?" Beca laughed, her lips still attached to his. He pulled away, smiled at her, and shrugged, before pressing his hips into hers and assaulting her lips with his again. Laying like this, with his warm body pressed over hers, Beca let her hands explore more, guiding down his biceps, which were slightly flexed as he held himself up to prevent his entire weight from crushing her into her own comforter. She slid a hand down his side to his waist and on to his hip, where her own leg was slightly wrapped around him. Seemingly encouraged, Jesse's hands began to roam, as well. One hand caressed her thigh and pulled her more squarely under him.

As he ran a finger down her sternum to the opening of her plaid button-down, Beca arched slightly and pulled at the hem of his t-shirt. Jesse pulled back from her enough for her to work his shirt off, tossing it to the floor. She shamelessly looked him up and down. Not bad, for a geek, she thought with a wry smile. Jesse felt a little proud of himself, watching her look at him like that. He leaned over, supporting himself with one arm and the other tentatively played with the buttons of Beca's shirt. She pulled his lips back onto hers and nodded.

Jesse fumbled to unbutton Beca's shirt. Her hands seemed to be all over his torso and it was making basic motor functions difficult for him. As he managed to undo all of her buttons, he pulled away from her lips, kissing his way down her neck again as one hand very lightly traced over the fabric of her bra. As Jesse kissed the soft flesh at the top her bra, he slid his thumb gently under the underwire. A seemingly meaningless touch, An under-boob graze, Beca thought. Definitely something Beca had ever had a boy do before, but it drove her crazy.

As Jesse's kisses found their way back up to her neck, she made the executive decision that there were still way too many clothes between them. Sliding her hands between them, she tugged Jesse's belt open, gaining a guttural moan from boy buried in her neck. Heartened by his reaction, she moved to the button at the top of his jeans, finding the space to unfasten them between their bodies.

Haha sorry, cliff hanger! Hoping to have chapter 2 up ASAP because I know how much I hate when authors leave me hanging :P