As Jesse strolls into the kitchen, having made a pit stop to the bathroom, he's met with the sight of a beaming redhead flipping pancakes and stuffing her face with a bowl of cherries.

He has always been mesmerized by her. Their love of food brought them together a few years back during a summer pool party at the Trebles house. Jesse had been in charge of the food, being nicknamed the TrebleChef by the guys. He created an entire spread of grilled meats, salads, and sides. One in particular caught the attention of the redhead that stands before him. She has a thing for cherries. Like a real, "My Strange Addiction" type of obsession. He made a platter of grilled cherry and peach kabobs that he later found out was almost solely consumed my Chloe.

Sliding up behind her, he wraps one arm around her cotton covered stomach and the other dives into her bowl of fruit. Without taking her eyes off her perfectly cooked pancakes, she smacks his hand out of her bowl. "Do you want me to stab you with this spatula?" She smirks out of his sight. "Oh come on, babe. Can't I just have a couple? We share everything. Our lives, this beautiful house, the gorgeous brunette we exhausted this morning. Even bodily fluids." Jesse says in a lower voice has he hooks the cascade of ruby red hair to the side and strokes his finger along the base of her neck; he kisses her there. "Eww Jess, don't say it like that. It sounds so dirty." Chloe scrunched her face like a toddler who's just tried a lemon for the first time.

He scoffs out a laugh, "Did you not see yourself 30 minutes ago? I mean I know you like reading up on the latest tricks, but I'm sure that's never been in any book ever written." He grins at her mischievously as she takes the pancakes off the stove and places them in the warming tray until they're ready to be served.

She turns to Jesse and wraps her arms around his neck, the images of their morning exercise replaying in her mind like old home movies. She leans close enough to whisper against his lips, "Maybe I'm writing my own book." She bridges the gap mainly to shut him up and distract him from wanting to devour her favorite snack. But now her libido is reignited. They spent all morning welcoming their girlfriend into the newest year of her life that Chloe's arousal was the only one with no endgame.

Jesse, being the intuitive man that he is, knows this. He can feel her skin warming as he holds her. He's more the willing to relieve her from that heat. He's not oblivious to Chloe's generosity in and out of the bedroom. She loves to take care of them. On all fronts and as many times as physically possible. Sex and intimacy has always been at the top of Chloe's many interests. Right up there with culinary literacy and not just because she is good at it, but because she loves the psychology behind it. She intentionally failed her 'Human Sexuality' course so she could take it again. You know, learn what she didn't the year before. And so she could remain a Bella of course.

"Mmm, how much of my energy are you women gonna take from me today?" She pushes passed his lips and he grants her immediate entry. "As much as you'll gives us." She feels elated, elevated even as their lips dance along to the drumming in their chests. She feels feather light like she's floating in the air and it's no surprise that she feels this way. Jesse has always had this effect on her, but she's feeling it even more now as she realizes she's no longer on the ground. His arms have stealthily encased her legs around his waist and he's moving, gliding her to the clutter free counter before gently placing her down again.

"You know I hate when you wear my clothes. Take it off. Now." Jesse says has sternly as he can without breaking his resolve. "You love when I wear your clothes," Chloe leans back a little, teasing the fabric at her collarbone. "Your t-shirts are just so..." she slowly strokes a hand downward. "...soft and comfortable and..." she murmurs sensually as her hand travel back north, Jesse's eyes following with no fault of their own. "...supple." She's breathes heavily and cradles both breasts in her hands. Jesse's losing his mind, she knows it. She and Beca can play him like a harp.

"Cherry. Take. It. Off." Jesse growls.

"As you wish." The movie quote pulls a smug smile from his lips. Chloe ever so meticulously grips the hem of his shirt with both hands and pulls upward. It's deliberate. Painstakingly deliberate. The shirt is almost over her head when it's hastily pulled off and chunked to the other side of the kitchen.

"Hey! That wasn't very nice," she teases. "And to think I was contemplating sharing my cherries with you." She's smirking. A habit she undoubtedly picked up from the sleeping beauty upstairs. "Oh I'm gonna eat a cherry," Jesse states confidently and pulls her to the very precipice of the countertop. She gasps as their lips meet again. "But it's not in that bowl."

Jesse is a musician. He's been playing instruments and singing since he could hold his toy guitar without toppling over, around age 2. He started singing with his Grandfather and father in church as a kid and began playing the piano when he turned 7, a gift from his mother. He learned all the classics, Mozart and Beethoven to start. Though his Grandmother loved when he played something as simple as "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star". He even began writing his own music when he was 10 years old and taught himself how to play the guitar, violin and even the drums. So it's no surprise that the man of this house is good with his hands...and his mouth.

Chloe is lost in the land of ecstasy. Spread eagle on the kitchen counter as Jesse has her knees pushed up and out of the way, close to where her elbows would be if her arms weren't currently grasping around trying to steady herself. She tries to look down at him as he fears upon her essence, but every time he bites down on her sensitive center she bucks her hips up and into his mouth more.

"Oh my g-" she moans loudly. "How are you so good at that?" She's trying to catch her breath, honestly she is.

Jesse just smirks against her and he eases her down off the counter. With no warning, she bent over said counter and he enters her easily. "Fuck, I love how tight you are Chlo." He starts off slow though he can tell she's not gonna last long. She's clinching too hard. The harder he thrusts, the louder she gets. She's close and she's trying to hold out for him but all Jesse's focus is on the mission at hand.

Making her cum.

With that in mind, he does what any good partner would do. He lifts Chloe's left leg hooking it over his arm as he grips the edge of the countertop giving him deeper access. He leans across her back and peppers kisses along her back and neck and he drives harder into her.

"You are the best breakfast I've ever had." He whispers against her ear before he bites down on her shoulder. Hard.

"FUCK!! Jess, I'm-" she screams as her orgasm engulfs her completely. The both of them actually. Jesse cums violently within her while Chloe shudders beneath him.

Their breathing slows. They don't move. They've literally molded themselves together on the kitchen counter.

"Fuck me." She's exasperated.

"I just did." Chloe chuckles at his response and nudges him off her. He gently retreats, brings her to a standing position and wraps his arms around her from behind. They hear the faint sound of a door being closed upstairs.

"I think the birthday girl is ready for her royal breakfast." He says as he lands a sweet kiss to Chloe's cheek. She melts in his arms as she always does. Their relationship is special. They connect in a different way that she and Beca or even Jesse and Beca do. He loves her optimism and glass-half-full perspective on life. She loves his nerdy factoids and his deep obsession with Greek mythology. So much so that she'll occasionally call him Apollo, God of Music and Knowledge.

"Do you think we woke her up?" She asks with a slight hint of guilt. "No. I think YOU woke her up." He retorts with a smile and walks over to the far end of the dining room where his shirt lay discarded. Chloe takes the shirt from him with a smirky glare and dresses herself while Jesse grabs the tray of food filled with Beca's bday spread. With one last stop at the coffee maker to grab Beca's latte, they head back upstairs.

The door to their bedroom opens and there sits Beca, waiting. Her face dressed with a scowl, glaring at the two of her partners in the doorway.

"It's about fucking time! I hope you didn't cum in the pancake batter 'cause I don't get down like that."