I am not dead, I swear. I'm just a senior math major who tries to sleep when she's not doing homework. I know, I'm vermin. My problem is that I have so much difficulty writing the sex scenes that it's tough for me to get through the chapters that feature them. But here's the next chapter. The next two after this are already written and just have to be proofread, so I'll try to upload the first one sometime next week.

Disclaimer: If I could somehow own Pitch Perfect in any way, I would, but I can't, and I hate myself every day because of it!

Also, as always, if you want to review the chapter after reading it, I wouldn't hate it. If you didn't want to review and instead just wanted to message me about how pretty I am, you can do that too. I like both. :P

I still love you all. I'm sorry I've been neglectful. 3

~~Jamie

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As the Bellas listened to Aubrey's frustration over their inability to properly perform the "1-2-Ahh" ritual, Beca scanned the pool for Jesse. Many people had left the Riff-Off quickly after the Treblemakers were announced the winners, including the Trebles themselves, off to celebrate no doubt.

She was finding herself more and more eager to see Jesse outside of work. He had made it a point that he would be joining her on the green more frequently, and his plans for a "movication" were not painful for her to imagine. Besides, if she hated whatever movie he had planned, she was sure she could find ways to distract him away from it into something more fun.

She blushed at the thought, hoping none of the Bellas noticed her reddening cheeks. Their sex life had been, at the risk of sounding ridiculous, off the chain in the two weeks before. Ever since his little stint in the station where he seized control, she couldn't keep her hands off him. She was insatiable and he certainly wasn't complaining. They had sex every day, some times more than once. She would show up randomly at his dorm, fingers crossed that Benji wasn't there. Beca had finally seen a pattern to Kimmy Jin's strange schedule and found times during the day when she and Jesse were both available for a romp in her room. When their rooms weren't available, a little shower sex, as inspired by Chloe and her "friend," worked just fine. And of course, since Jesse had shown what a perfectly fine location it could be, the top floor of the radio station was adequate for when she needed him during their shifts. (But they were still yet to find time to break the "no sex on the desk" rule. It seemed like Luke was always in the station.)

Yes, their agreement was working out nicely. And after seeing him dancing the way he was in the center of the pool, pointing at her and singing about how she brings out the man in him, you can bet she was looking for him so she could find a private place to drag him off to.

"Beca! Are you even listening?!" Aubrey snapped.

Beca immediately turned back to her captain, "Yeah, totally."

Aubrey shook her head but didn't argue. "Rehearsal tomorrow, 10 a.m. sharp. Come prepared with your lists of things we did wrong." She turned without saying goodbye to the group, clearly too agitated by their loss to follow basic manners.

"She's a bundle of positivity, isn't she?" Stacie asked, sparking giggles in the remaining Bellas.

Chloe looked at her with an apologetic smile. "She's not that bad. She's just a little competitive."

"Yeah, like how Lily is only a little quiet," Amy said, making even Lily smile.

They walked up the ramp and up the stairs to leave the pool.

"Beca!" they suddenly heard behind them, and the brunette turned to see the boy she had anxiously been searching for.

"Hey," she replied, waiting for him to walk over.

"Wanted to talk to you about something, unless you had other plans," he said, waving at the other Bellas.

Beca fought off the smile that threatened to grow as she seemingly thought about it, then shrugged in concession. "I'll see you girls later," she said to her friends, acting like she was put out at having to talk to Jesse. But she could see the smirk on Stacie's lips and the sarcastic nodding from Ashley and the hip-thrusting Amy was performing, and it made her wonder if they perhaps knew more than they let on. They waved goodbye and Beca turned back to Jesse.

"Now that they're gone…" he started, stepping even closer to her, his hands grabbing the ends of her scarf to pull her closer. "I wanted to tell you some interesting news you might enjoy."

"Oh really? And what news might that be?" she asked in fake interest.

"Well, while I do think the Bellas deserved the win more than we did, I am appreciative that by giving the Trebles the win, they were given a reason to be out of the Treble house all evening."

Her eyebrow arched up. "Meaning?"

"Meaning, Miss Mitchell," he said, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, "that the whole Treble house is empty as they're out gallivanting in celebration, and I may or may not have asked the permission of Donald to bring a lady friend back to his room since my roommate has unfortunately gone back to our shared quarters for the night."

Beca bit her lip. "Well, you better go find that lady friend and get going. Don't want to waste your precious time."

Jesse nodded sarcastically. "Yes, I better go find her." He suddenly picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, walking off towards the Treble house.

"Put me down, you asshole," she said with as much anger as she could muster, but the giggle in her voice made it difficult to take her seriously and he smacked her rear end instead.

"You told me not to waste time! I'm just doing what you said!" he sassed back. He did put her down though, grabbing her hand to drag her with him.

She struggled to keep up. "Keep in mind my legs are not as long as yours," she mentioned, and he did then slow down, giving her a smile.

"I'm just so excited to get you alone," he explained.

"You had me alone this morning."

"Yeah, thank god for Benji's Friday morning class. But that was fourteen hours ago and I need my Beca fix."

He yanked her closer and wrapped his arm around her waist. Although she'd never admit it, she enjoyed the moments where they could act like a couple. In her mind, he would walk her home after a date like this and she could lean into his side, enjoying the comfort his warmth brought. But they couldn't be a couple. Aubrey would kill her before they could ever make any happy memories, and besides, it wouldn't end well. Relationships never do. Beca shook the sad thought out of her head as they turned up the walkway of the Treble house.

Jesse had just barely unlocked the front door with the spare key Donald had given him when Beca pushed him into the house and closed the door behind her. She yanked on his jacket collar to bring him against her as she slammed her mouth against his. His surprise quickly subsided and he gripped her hips to hold her tightly between him and the door. Wrapping a leg around his hip, she licked his lower lip in hopes for permission and he obliged.

After a hot two minutes or so, she pulled away breathless. "Which one is Donald's room?"

Jesse shook the haze out of his eyes and picked her up in his arms, her legs supporting herself around his waist. He made it upstairs holding her and threw her down on the bed in the second room on the right. They both removed their jackets with haste, and Jess quickly doubled back to close the door, just in case one of the Trebles came home early. Beca threw her scarf on the ground and sat up in bed, beckoning him to her with a finger and he gladly came forward, removing his shirt as he walked. She also grabbed the bottom of her shirt and he reached over to help her remove it.

He surveyed her whole body and gave a giggle through his big grin. Raising an eyebrow, Beca couldn't resist mocking him. "That was a very unmanly sound."

"I can't help it. I get so giddy knowing this is mine," he said with a grin wrapping her in his arms.

She knew she should correct him and remind him that because they weren't dating, it wasn't his, but he was doing the thing with his tongue along her lower lip and she couldn't help but wrap her arms around his neck and pull herself up to get even closer to him.

He reached down behind her to unhook her bra and it fell between their bodies. It fell to the floor as they pulled back to unbutton one another's jeans. Beca couldn't help but laugh when Jesse tripped over his pant legs as he pushed them down along with his boxers. Jesse stuck out his tongue and promptly picked her up and threw him down on the bed before crawling on the bed to hover above her. He pulled her underwear down and tossed them away, not caring where they landed on the floor. He looked her up and down again before muttering, "Beautiful," and leaning in to kiss Beca again.

She grabbed his shoulders to keep hold as he adjusted her hips to aim upwards so he could easily slide down into her. He moaned and buried his face in her neck as he began to thrust. Beca had teased him earlier for being so eager to be with her despite their alone time that morning but now she understood what he meant; she had somehow missed this as well in just the half a day since that morning.

Jesse pulled her from her thoughts when he grabbed her leg and hooked it over his shoulder, making her squeak in surprise. That squeak quickly transformed into a moan, though, as the new angle made a knot form in her stomach begging to be undone.

Just as it felt like the knot was about to come loose, Jesse suddenly stopped and pulled out, making Beca glare and gape like someone gasping for air. She couldn't imagine what could have made him stop until he flipped her over and continued their love-making from behind.

She arched her back, curling up into his chest as she again felt like she was reaching the point of no return and this time she was not disappointed. Her muscles quaked all over and she saw space as she let go, and with a few more awkward movements, Jesse joined her.

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As they lay in bed afterwards together, Beca stroking Jesse's arm that was draped across her waist, she considered throwing caution to the wind. Aubrey might see their relationship as bad, but it didn't feel wrong, so it couldn't be… Beca thought lying like this with him felt like the most natural thing in the world. The only thing that was missing was the title of boyfriend and girlfriend. If what they already had had lasted this long, maybe an actual relationship could…

"What're you thinking about?" Jesse murmured quietly next to her.

She snapped her head to the left to look at him. His sleepy eyes were watching her face. "What?" she asked, feeling dumb as soon as it left her mouth.

"What're you thinking about?" he repeated. "You have that far-off look you get when you're deep in thought."

"Oh, I'm just… It's nothing," she answered, giving him a smile to try to convince him.

He didn't look like he fully believed her, but he didn't push it. "You wanna know what I'm thinking about?" he said instead.

"Not really, but I feel like you're gonna say it anyway."

"I'm thinking," he said like she hadn't interrupted, "about how we get to start your movication tomorrow night, and how it's gonna be awesome."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh god, I'd forgotten about your stupid movication thing."

"Umm, excuse you, but I think you meant to say that a little more excitedly. And Beca, we've been over this before. It's pronounced 'brilliant,' not 'stupid,'" Jesse said with a grin.

Beca shoved his chest, but didn't manage to put any space between them as Jesse pulled her closer to him. "You're an idiot," she whispered, almost losing her words as she felt him kiss her temple.

"You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means," Jesse responded with a funny accent. When she cocked her eyebrow at him in question, he rolled his face into the pillow to groan. "God, you need this movication even more than I thought."

She shook her head and buried her head in his chest. He froze up, like he was surprised she had initiated such intimacy, but it quickly passed and he gently wrapped his arms around her.

"You're warm," she suddenly mumbled.

Jesse chuckled. "I'm glad you think so. But don't get too comfortable. We have to be out of here before the Trebles get back."

"I know," she said sleepily. "I won't fall asleep…"

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"Beca… Beca, hey, wake up," she heard shortly after. She groaned and pushed away the hand poking her shoulder and burrowed closer to Jesse under the covers.

"Beca, you gotta get up," the voice repeated. "She's the heaviest sleeper I know," the voice suddenly said, as if talking to someone else. Wait, something wasn't right. Was that a female voice…

Her eyes snapped open to see Jesse's still-naked chest in front of her, but when she turned her head she saw (oh god) Stacie and Donald standing over them.

She sat up quickly. "Oh my god, we fell asleep."

"Woah, cover up the girls there. You're in mixed company," Donald said as soon as she sat up, covering his eyes to prevent any more sneak peeks.

Humiliated, Beca covered her chest and buried her face in her hands. This was the opposite of what was supposed to happen. Not only did people now know about her and Jesse, but they were each a member of a group that was definitely not supposed to know. One was the gossip of the Bellas and the other was the right-hand man of the leader of their competitors. This couldn't be worse.

"Jesse," Beca said, choking over the sudden lump in her throat. "Jesse, c'mon, we have to go."

He bunched his eyes even further closed and tried to pull her back down on the bed, but she pushed his arms away and slapped him on the cheek. He shot up in bed, holding a hand to his burning face. "Ow! Fuck, Beca, what was that for?"

"We have company," she said, quickly grabbing his underwear from the ground and tossing them at him. He just barely managed to catch them as he opened his eyes and saw Stacie and Donald.

"Shit…" was all that came out of his mouth as he rapidly started dressing. Beca shook her head and pulled on her shirt with out her bra. Stacie tried to talk to her as Beca threw on her clothes, but Beca wouldn't pause for anything. She was dressed in a flash and grabbing her jacket to leave before anyone could get a word out. Stacie kept trying to grasp her arm and get her attention as she ran down the stairs after Beca, but she wouldn't have any of it.

"Beca, c'mon! You can't just not explain to me what's going on!" Stacie finally blurted out as they ran out onto the sidewalk. Beca, a couple of feet ahead of her, finally stopped. Explain? How could she explain what's happening? She wasn't even totally sure. She turned slowly to look at her friend, who smiled reassuringly.

"You want to know what's going on? I'm risking my future with the Bellas and my dream to move to LA for a stupid guy. That's what's going on," she said, shivering against the cold and her words. She turned to run again

Stacie still followed her though. "Beca, I need more than that! When? Why? And Jesse? I thought he bothered you…"

"Please, Stacie! I can't totally process what just happened, and I was ripped out of a very warm and peaceful sleep and I want to return to it. Please, just let me go home. I'll explain everything tomorrow," she promised weakly when she saw Stacie's stubborn face not wanting to let Beca go.

Stacie sighed. "Tomorrow?"

"Yes, tomorrow," Beca pleaded.

Her tall friend looked like she would argue, but she knew Beca; that was all she was getting out of her tonight. "Fine. We'll talk tomorrow."

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Next chapter is the discussion between Jesse and Donald, and the one after that will be the discussion between Stacie and Beca. Hope you enjoyed!