Hey! Sorry it's been awhile. I was visiting family in Boston for a few weeks and they don't have wifi, so I couldn't upload. Thanks so much for all the love for this story! I appreciate it a lot. :D

Disclaimer: Still don't own Pitch Perfect, BUT SOON IT SHALL BE MINE AND KAY CANNON WILL HAVE NO OPTION BUT TO BOW BEFORE ME AND MY POWER. Until that time, though, I have no rights to possession.

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Beca was trying to remember the way to play a song on the piano in the rehearsal space when someone walked in behind her. She ignored them, figuring it was a janitor coming to gather the trash or something, but her head jerked around to look at him when she heard his voice.

"Hey, Mitchell, you're in Treblemaker territory," Jesse said with a smirk, walking slowly over to the piano.

She rolled her eyes. "I would hardly call this Treblemaker territory. Or are you guys just such douchenozzles that you think everywhere on campus is yours?"

He plopped his backpack down on the ground and crossed his arms on the piano. "This room actually is ours. We have it booked for rehearsal at 2:00."

"And it's 1:30 now, which means it's not yours for another 30 minutes." She stuck her tongue out and went back to pushing the keys.

He grinned at her logic. "So why are you still here? Bellas were supposed to be done by now."

"We are, but I always need to take some time after rehearsals to calm down. Aubrey just drives me nuts and I can't leave right away and risk ripping somebody else's head off just because she makes me mad. And she's especially been a nightmare since we had that horrible gig at that frat mixer last week. It's so frustrating working with her."

"Damn, I thought I was the only one who could annoy you this much," he said, faking sadness.

"You're the most annoying person I know. Aubrey is the most infuriating. So you're still winning in one category," she said.

He pumped his fist in victory. "I was nervous I'd have to fight to protect my crown, and I honestly think I'd lose in a fight against Aubrey."

"With all the cardio she does, there's a good chance of that. Why are you even here so early?" she asked.

"I like to get to the space early and play with the piano. I have a keyboard, but nothing beats the sound of a classic piano."

She looked up at him again, her eyes wide. "You can play piano?"

With a nod, he replied, "Been playing since I was 5. I would've had to learn eventually to score movies, so it's good I learned early."

With a deep breath, she looked back down at the keys. So he could sing and play the piano. If she didn't have a toner before then, she certainly had one now.

"I can play guitar too. Been doing that since middle school."

Her fingers slipped and pressed several wrong notes, making her cringe at the harsh sound the piano made. He can sing, he can play guitar and piano, he's not bad on the eyes, and he's a sex god. Why am I not dating him again? she thought before stopping herself from going farther. She would only end up hurting him. He'd be frustrated by all the walls she puts up and she wasn't going to subject him to that; it'd be selfish of her.

Jesse looked at her funnily. "You okay?" he asked.

She quickly nodded. "Yeah, totally fine. Just… trying to remember how to play this song."

"What song is it?"

"Vivaldi's 'Spring.' I used to know the main part, but I can't quite remember it now." She glared at the piano keys, like they were the reason for her failure.

"Follow my lead." He stood behind her and bent over so his hands lay on top of her own. He moved both of her hands slightly so they were on the right keys to start the song. Pressing down the appropriate fingers, the first notes of the song flowed out, echoing through the room.

She had to bite her lip to keep from gasping when she heard his voice, husky and careful, in her ear. "See how it sounds different? You were starting in the wrong key."

She knew she had to put an end to this, but it felt too good. His hands on hers, his breath on her earlobe, his chest pressed against her back as he bent over her… it was all so intimate. Dirty thoughts of him bending over her in other situations flooded her mind. Turning her head to look straight at him, she asked, "Could you play it for me?"

He smiled and sat beside her on the bench, their legs pressed next to each other. He started playing right away, and the song sounded perfect as his fingers moved with a life of their own. She stopped paying attention to his hands half-way through and focused on his face instead. His dark eyes studying the keys made her excited.

It wasn't fair, the way he made her feel. She wanted a relationship with him. There, she'd admit it to herself. But love doesn't exist, she always had to remind herself. Any feelings deep enough to be confused for love won't necessarily stick around forever, just like the people you waste those feelings on. She thought again of her parents and the messy divorce she was forced to witness.

She was doing the right thing by not starting an official relationship with him. No matter how cute he looked in his stupid Treblemaker sweatshirt… or how sexy his voice was… or how agile his fingers were at playing piano (and doing other things)…

We have plenty of time, she thought to herself with a smirk as she reached over to paw at him through his pants. He stopped playing and looked at her wide-eyed, surprised at the turn of events.

She gave an evil smile and whispered, "I didn't say to stop playing." He gathered himself quickly and started off where he left off as she bit his neck.

Where had this confidence come from? It must be the music. Musical talent had always been her biggest turn-on, and Jesse had it in bulk. She slyly unhooked his belt and slid her hand under his waistband, enjoying the way he shivered when her hand wrapped around him. He didn't miss a beat in the song, though, and he in fact sped up the tempo.

"Eager, are we?" she teased him, knowing he was trying to finish the song as quickly as possible. She moved her hand along his length.

"Beca…" he moaned, thrusting into her hand, speeding up his playing even more.

Jesse played for another moment before abandoning all hopes of finishing the song. He turned towards her and kissed her with so much passion that had she not been sitting down, her knees would have buckled. He pushed the fallboard over the keys and picked her up to sit on it. He leaned between her legs and attacked her neck as he grinded against her. Beca was done with the teasing; she yanked his shirt over his head and damn-near ripped it, but Jesse didn't complain at all, returning the favor by taking off her shirt ardently. He picked her up slightly to pull her pants and underwear off her legs as she kicked his boxers and jeans to pool around his ankles.

He thrust into her without another moment's hesitation and she gasped. No matter how many times they had sex, she was never prepared for how good he felt. He quickly pulled out and slid back into her over and over again. Beca's back ached from being slammed into the music stand behind her, but it was worth it. She looked up suddenly and made eye contact with him, loving the passion in his eyes. He kissed her lovingly and thrust even harder, making her see stars as her orgasm overtook her. With a final loud moan, Jesse followed her, closing his eyes. Leaning his forehead against hers, he kissed her nose as they tried to catch their breaths.

"Wow," he muttered under his breath, making Beca giggle. It was so unlike her to giggle, but then again, it was also unlike her to have sex with a Treblemaker (well, any guy, really) on top of a piano. But that's what this boy was capable of; he made her want to leave her comfort zone.

He gave her one final kiss and pulled out of her and she stood on shaky legs to try to put her pants back on. It wasn't until they heard footsteps outside the room that Jesse quickly pulled his own bottoms up, and as he buttoned his fly, Aubrey walked in.

"Beca? Rehearsal is over. Why are you fraternizing with a Treblemaker?" she asked disapprovingly.

Beca rolled her eyes, quickly glancing down at her body to make sure nothing looked out of place. "Jesse and I are friends. You know that."

Jesse slowly turned to look at the Bellas' leader, praying his blush had died down. "Nice to see you again, Aubrey."

The blonde glared at Jesse, but nodded in greeting. "I left my water bottle," she replied simply, grabbing it off the dry erase board's marker shelf. "Come along, Beca," she called over her shoulder coldly as she went to leave the room.

Beca shook her head, annoyed with her director's bossiness, but she grabbed her backpack anyway. With a quick glance at Jesse, she gave a small wave and followed Aubrey out of the rehearsal space.

Disappointed with the change in mood, Jesse quietly said, "Bye," despite Beca having already left the room, and sat down at the piano, suddenly not in the mood to play.