Jesse entered, well no Jesse Radford of the Treble Makers did not simply enter, his entrance was more like a waltz, yeah a waltz but more manly, so Jesse manly waltzed into Beca's two bedroom bungalow she shared with Amy. It was their sophomore year at Barden University, so living on campus was not a requirement, which Beca and Amy happily took up together in sharing a living space. Jesse was slightly envious of his girlfr- or Beca's new living situation since he was still stuck in the dorm but he spent most of his time at the Bungalow, since the new school year started. He looked about the space, scanning for evidence of Beca as he traipsed, another word he was perfectly apt to define his gate with, throughout the small foyer which he saw her jacket and shoes, into the living room where he found her book bag and laptop, peeked into her bedroom which was at its normal level of mussed from sleeping in and to a rushed morning so she wasn't late for her morning class.

He knew about this because he had been there to watch her rush about, smiling as she swore at him for making her late.

Jesse had free reign to move about eighty-two percent of the house. He didn't have a key, but it was an open door policy whenever Beca or Amy were home, and he was able to enter and leave as he pleased. He was allowed full access to the bathroom, the living room, the dining room and kitchen. He was permitted certain access to Beca's room because she was a girl and there were somethings she kept secret, even from the boy she was serious with for almost the past half year. Jesse kept his distance from Amy's room because she was Amy and Benji had made the unfortunate mistake of entering her room and he had been reduced to stuttering for a good ten days. The only other room that Jesse had restricted access to was Beca's studio which was initially the third bedroom, but as Amy put it, "I can only live with one twiggy bitch at a time." So the trade off was, Amy would get the master suite that took the entire second floor while Beca would get the bedroom on the first floor and the office as her studio. If someone who didn't know Beca even entered the room, they would possibly think she had some pigmentation disease that kept her from the sun or that she was a photographer because all the windows were covered in thick black curtains. There was a leather couch pushed up against the wall that was flanked by two shelving units that were buckled under the weight of various CDs, records and audio cassettes. On the other side of the room was a large desk that was carrying a large apple computer, various sounding equipment and a turn table set up.

And the door normally remained shut even if Beca was not in the office.

"Beca?" Jesse called out to the seemingly empty house no matter the evidence proving she was home. He stood outside the door to her studio and wrapped twice. If she was wearing her giant headphones he could be standing there all afternoon. "Beca, Beca, Beca, Beca, BECAW!" He started to crow her name. But he was met with silence, he put his ear to the door trying to source out a beat to confirm that she was working on her music.

"BECAW!' He tried once more but again he was met with silence so he turned from the door to continue down the hall towards the kitchen to find something to eat. He would just wait till she made an exit to use the facilities. But when he fully registered from turning away from the door, he found Beca leaning against the door jam into the kitchen watching him, a silent intensity lighting her eyes.

Jesse let his eyes meet hers in a challenge, her arms were crossed against her chest and her chin angled with a slight defiance. This was a normal stare-offs, how Jesse called them, a visual challenge between the pair to push buttons and boundaries. Beca was the stare-off champion, but only because she had boobs was Jesse's reasoning. She also fought dirty.

So now, they stood in a stare-off in the hall way after Beca catching Jesse behaving like an adorable idiot but silent they stood. Her eyebrow quirked initiating the first move and glancing at the door, Jesse looked to the floor from embarrassment of being caught, but he looked back to her eyes and smiled triumphantly as he noticed her bare feet. On the bridge of her toes of her left foot was one of her many tattoos marring her skin. But this tattoo had a special semblance in their relationship, a tiny heart shape flanked by the letters of B and J. It was a drunken impulse that she hid under her clunky shoes and long socks, but whenever he got a glance of her toes a smile would burst onto his face. She knew this smile, and countered with an eye roll hiding her foot behind the other. The movement of her feet caused Jesse to look down at her feet again and to roam slowly up her legs taking in the comfy gray leggings she was wearing. His eyes crept up her body slowing taking in every inch, knowing that a heated or annoyed or a pissed look would be waiting when his eyes made contact with her face. So he let them trail up the lovely lines of her legs, toned, taut, and ticklish. He moved to his third place of her body which were her hips. They were so shapely and well they fit perfectly in his palms when he would hold her for a hug or in a heated embrace. But he was focused on the slim belly that was giving the glimpse of the milky white skin from where her white tank was riding up from the hem of her grey leggings. He swallowed to keep focus on his attack instead of getting distracted by the heavenly strip of skin that was oh so kissable.

He took a beat to swallow once before moving from the tantalizing strip up to his second favorite part of her anatomy. Her breasts, get over it, he was a young viral collegiate male. He caught her eye roll out of his periphery but his mouth parted fractionally when she flexed causing her breasts to heighten for a moment. The movement nearly got him to drop all of his resolve but he would not make eye contact, he was savoring his travels of Beca's body. He moved to her shoulders, the white skin with the marring of different tattoos posed no problem and he trailed his eyes from her shoulders to her hands and back up to her neck. Her neck was tied for his fourth favorite part of her body, tied with her hands because well her hands could produce so much magic, from music to ahem...

He loved her neck because of its sensitivity. He could be sucking on one pressure point causing her to omits sighs of pleasure and he could shift ever so slightly and he would reduce her to giggles. This sensitivity jumped every time he assaulted her neck with his tongue, like a treasure hunt each time he never knew what he was going to find. So he moved from her neck to her chin, taking in the sweet freckling of spots dusting across her nose till he made it to his favorite part of her body. Her eyes. He could fall into those soulful blues that he swore sometime looked gray when she had a soft look about her, but now she was hard piercing right to his heart.

His body gave a shiver from anticipation that caused him to dance slightly, and her eyes widen for a moment. She knew the effect she had on him, he was also a fidgeter from the very beginning of their acquaintance with each other but it still surprised her when something like a stare could cause his body to dance.

She had just spent the last two minutes standing as he checked out every inch of her body, as if he was marking his territory for all his eyes could see. Beca wanted to walk away the moment he started his trek, but their stare-offs were like flirtatious foreplay for the couple. So much could be accomplished with a few seconds of silent exchanges that was a battle of not only wit but humor. She could discern his mood from the moment he looked at her, to if he was feeling frisky to playful or just simply tired. She was also able to calculate what he was expecting from her. It was also simply fun to cause him such anguish with simple movements like flexing her boobs, breasts is what he called them, or giving him a heated stare. She liked to save the stare and boob flexing to a minimum because she didn't want him to grow a tolerance to them. She wanted them to have the same quaking effect they had the first time she had used them, unknowingly on him. So she went for a normal tactic of slipping her hair around her ear, the motion caused a gulp but he went back to staring at her with a heated exchange. He was playing hard ball.

So she decided to go on her own trek. Admiring his body. She started at his feet, grimacing at his dirty trainers, she had a thing about shoes in the house, border-lining obsessive compulsive, but it didn't seem to deter Jesse from taking them off without her snapping at him to do so. She went up his hairy legs, it was still warm for September so he was still taking advantage of wearing a pair of khaki shorts, she moved past the obvious appendage that coincidentally was not her favorite part of Jesse Radford. She continued on her quest, smiling at the "Let the Wookie Win" T-shirt that hung loosely on his body. Although he seemed to look goofy, but naked Beca had discovered that he had a prominent four pack that he hid under the hideous maroon treble uniform, that she currently was wearing on her own frame. Just because it was hideous didn't mean it wasn't comfortable, and it smelled like him. His chest was her third favorite part of his body, a solid mass of muscles that seems to melt under her touch, she also loved to fall asleep on his chest, the perfect amount of firm, soft and warmth when they would snuggle in for a movie. She moved past his chest to her second favorite part of his body, his arms. She felt at home in his arms, they were strong enough to keep her from running, and they had this way of making her shake, turned on, but she was able to keep him from seeing the convulsion. They were also connected to his hands, which she included in her second favorite part of his body. His fingers had the ability to reduce her to giggles and flick that switch that caused her soul to shake in the same moment at times. She also loved it when he used those fingers to play with her hair. Normally she hated when people messed with her hair. Her mother claimed that she had been that way since she was a child. But when Jesse carded his fingers into her hair, it was more like a massage then a nuisance.

Her eyes moved from those fingers, that were tempting her to give up on the stare-off and move into his embrace, but she shook her head slightly and moved to her favorite part of his body. His mouth. Although forty-two percent of everything he said was some random movie fact, that she made her roll her eyes, but for the other fifty-eight percent that mouth was doing something that caused her insides to coil and twist about until they were at their snapping point to spring apart. Either his singing, his kisses, smiles or jokes, his voice had an effect that could reduce her to a puddle. A puddle of kisses all over him. She had to fight the urge daily. Like right now, as he stood there shifting from foot to foot as he felt the effect of her own body appreciating trek. This had been one of their longest stare-offs to date, not the most intense, but one of the longest. So she finished her trek and looked into his eyes.

He gave her a goofy smile and her heart fluttered.

He won.

"What are you doing?" She asked and he did everything to keep from doing a victory dance in the hallway but his fist went into the air. A blush crept across his face when she gave him that look that screamed, 'seriously?'

"I just came to see my girl?" He said deftly moving closer to Beca, reaching his hands closer to grab the sweater bringing her from the jam and into his arms. His arms went about her frame tucking her into an embrace.

"Your girl?" Beca made a face at the endearment, but she knew that he had been desperately trying to define their relationship with a word. Girlfriend seemed to immature and high school. Partner was so geriatric and clinical like they were only related through work, and well significant other probably hadn't been used since the mid to late fifties. Beca had do need for a definition of them, but since Jesse was so patient with her own insecurities she could let him win this one battle.

"Yeah you know testing the water, seeing if it flowed." Jesse said looking down into her eyes that had turned from blue to grey once he pulled her into his arms.

"What are we a river?" Beca asked and sighed as his mouth reached her neck. His mission was to kiss her into a submission he had already won. She just was going to let him work for it a little while longer.

"Oooo River Deep Mountain High," Jesse began to chime, her movication had recently been put on hold when Jesse had decided they needed to review some of the music material from the T show Glee. He was a fan of the mash-offs but Beca knew it was just an excuse to watch the show.

"Absolutely not." Beca said extracting herself partially from his mouth as he hummed the next part of the into her skin. "If you sing one more part of the song, lyric or melody, I will tell everyone at the aca-initiation that my guy loves to watch Glee."

His head whipped back so fast, Beca couldn't tell if it was from the threat or the fact she called him 'her guy.' He looked down into her soft grey eyes, searching for the possibility she meant the endearment. She kissed him on the corner of his mouth to get the look of stunned surprise off his face. "Do you mean it Becs?" She kissed him again to let him know she was serious. She also used this to propel him down the hall to her bedroom kicking the door shut behind them as they went, and as they crashed to the bed, Jesse began a rendition of My Girl which was drowned out by Beca's giggles.

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Seriously, they are such a cute couple to write. The movie was SO good. I do not own Pitch Perfect.