Driving across the country takes several days, and by the time she arrives at his apartment in Los Angeles, she's exhausted, but happy. She knows he's at class and that he left the key under the welcome mat for her. She unpacks her car, unloading each item into Jesse's living room before returning to the car to get more. She locates his bedroom and smiles when she sees that he's cleared half the closet for her and left her a dresser for her things. Not wanting to leave a mess, she sets to work putting her clothes and personal items away.

She sets her mixing equipment and her laptop on his desk, making sure not to disturb any of the papers there. Since it's a two bedroom apartment and they'll be sharing one of the bedrooms, Jesse converted the other into an office area and "music room" as he put it. He asked his roommate to move out when he found out that Beca was coming. And although she's nervous, having never lived with anyone before, she's excited to finally be with him after so many months apart.

She flattens the boxes and places them in the recycling dumpster and tucks her suitcases in the closet before scanning the place, surveying her work. It doesn't look like much has changed, aside for a few of her photographs in frames joining his on the nightstands, and her toiletries lined up on the bathroom counter. She checks the time and sees that he'll be home in an hour, and decides to shower and clean herself up a little before his arrival.

She feels much better after a hot shower, and she carefully dries and styles her hair, puts on a touch of makeup, and dresses in a sheer black lingerie set that she bought just for this occasion. She lies on the bed, flipping through one of his magazines while she waits for his arrival.

After a long day of classes, Jesse pulls into his parking space at the apartment complex. His face breaks into a grin as he spots Beca's car in the parking lot, and he runs up the steps, anxious to see her. It's been almost nine months since he's been with her for longer than one day at a time, and he's amazed when he unlocks the door and barely notices any traces that she's here.

"Somebody's been busy today," he says in a teasing voice to the seemingly empty apartment. "Beca?" he calls, unsure of where she is.

When he doesn't get a reply he heads to his bedroom and sees her there, fast asleep on his bed with a magazine draped over her stomach. He takes in her appearance, the sheer lace leaving little to his imagination as his eyes rake over her body. After staring at her for a brief moment, he enters the bathroom to wash his face and hands and removes his jeans and outer shirt, leaving him only in his boxers and t-shirt. Quietly, he climbs into bed, taking the magazine off Beca and curling into her side.

"Mmm," she purrs in her sleep, rolling into his body and tucking her head into the crook of his neck.

His body reacts immediately to her touch, especially after so many months apart. And suddenly he can't help himself. She looks so sexy and vulnerable, and he begins kissing any skin he can reach. Her eyes flutter open and it takes her a second to register where she is and who is beside her, but when she does, she eagerly returns his kisses. She straddles him in a matter of seconds, rocking her hips against his as he grips her sides.

"Hey you," she whispers fondly at him, smiling as she moves against him.

"God, Beca," he grits out between clenched teeth, "I missed you so much."

"I missed you more," she replies, and he quickly removes all traces of the black lace before flipping them over and pressing her into the mattress. He takes his time rediscovering her and whispers words of love onto her skin as they move together. And after, when they're lying together in the glow of the afternoon sun, he holds her tightly against his chest, unwilling to let her move even an inch away from him.

"I'm so happy you're here," he says, breaking the silence.

She smiles, kissing him on the cheek, "Me too. I hope I didn't mess up your place too much with my stuff. I tried to put as much of it away as I could away before you got home."

He laughs, "Bec, I can't even tell you moved in here. And it's our place now, not mine."

She extricates herself from his grasp and he groans and pouts, reaching out to her. "I'll be right back," she tells him as she pulls the black silk teddy over her head again, barely covering herself as she goes to retrieve her phone from the kitchen. "Don't go anywhere," she adds, and he whistles at her as she leaves the room.

Jesse also gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom. He pulls on his boxers just as Beca comes back into the room, frowning at her cell phone.

"What?" he questions.

"My dad is making sure I'm ok and that I'm sure with my life choices," she laughs, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. "I guess you never stop being a parent no matter how old your child is," she adds.

He climbs back into bed, beckoning for her to join him. "Give me a minute," she tells him as she nods in the direction of the bathroom before closing the door behind herself. She's confused when she thinks she hears the sound of the television and opens the door to reveal a blonde woman perched on the edge of the bed, talking to an almost naked Jesse.

"Hello," Beca says curtly to the woman, making no move to cover herself.

"Bec," Jesse begins, "This is Alexa. Alexa, this is my girlfriend Beca."

The two women narrow their eyes at each other as Alexa does a quick eye sweep of Beca's attire.

"It's nice to finally meet you," Alexa manages to say almost politely.

"Likewise," Beca says, although her tone is more scathing than kind. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," Alexa replies, looking curiously at her rival.

"Why are you in our apartment in our bedroom talking to my boyfriend? Did you just let yourself in like you own the place? We were kind of in the middle of something," Beca says, gesturing to herself, "As you can see."

Alexa flushes red before replying, "Well I usually stop by after classes to go compare notes with Jesse," she explains. "And he never cared about me just walking in before," she adds, standing to face Beca.

Jesse gets out of bed, grabbing a shirt and pants before heading into the bathroom to put them on. It doesn't escape Beca's notice that Alexa checks him out unabashedly and she glares at the girl, eager for her to leave.

"Well from now on you're probably going to want to knock in case Jesse and I are, you know, busy," Beca tells the blonde.

Jesse emerges from the bathroom and looks between the two women, obviously uncomfortable. "Bec, why don't you get dressed, and Alexa and I will exchange notes."

"Ok, babe," Beca says, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she moves past Jesse en route to the bathroom. She pauses in front of him, grips him by the shirt and pulls his lips down to hers, capturing them in a heated, open-mouthed kiss before releasing him. He's glassy-eyed and practically panting as Beca crosses the room and stands in the threshold of the bathroom door. "Take care of yourself, Alexa," she replies sarcastically, and Jesse stifles a laugh.

"A-after you," he stammers to Alexa, gesturing in the direction of the living room. By the time Beca appears wearing short denim shorts and a tank top, Alexa has left.

"Jealous much?" he teases her jokingly, but she only narrows her eyes back at him in response.

"So what," she questions, "You just let some random girl walk into your bedroom any time, and you don't think that would bother me?"

"Well in my defense it was less weird when Josh lived here," he explains, referencing his former roommate. "Now that he's gone and you live here obviously she can't do that anymore. We used to study in my room because Josh was always hanging out with his friends watching sports, so it was the only place we could work. People were always just walking in and out of here."

She sighs, looking at him with a mixture of anger and amusement, "You're such an idiot," she tells him. "She likes you. She wants you. You are not just friends to her. I needed to stake my claim."

"So what if she likes me? I love you," he states simply.

"I hate that we were apart all that time," she whispers, turning away from him. "I could have lost you," she adds quietly.

"I could have lost you, too," he replies softly, coming to stand behind her. "But we didn't lose each other, we're here together now. And I'm never letting you go again." He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his body. She can feel him responding to her close proximity again and she turns around to face him.

"How about we give Alexa a little show in case she comes back?" she says, raising her eyebrows suggestively at him.

"It's for you, it's all for you," he replies huskily, pressing her against the front door of the apartment.

Alexa does come back to return Jesse's notebook, and decides to leave it on the welcome mat when she hears the noises coming from the other side of the door. Annoyed, she returns to her apartment and slams the door.

"Besides," Jesse adds as he carries his girlfriend back to their bedroom, her legs wrapped firmly around his waist, "I only like brunettes."

"And don't you forget it," she adds before reattaching her lips to his.

A/N: I know this was a one-shot, but this little chapter popped into my mind so I thought I'd write it down. Do you want me to continue? And if so, what would you like to see happen next?