AN: First things first, Thank you to all who read and especially all who reviewed! Seriously, if it hadn't been for you guys I would have left this as a little three chapter story. You've all inspired me. That being said, this won't be a long, epic story. It's intended to be more of a 'between the scenes' look into Beca and Jesse's relationship-because, seriously, who didn't want just a bit more between them?-within the movie.

I'm sorry it's been so long since my last update. Honestly, guys, this chapter didn't come easily. I'm still not quite sure about it. But, here it is. And it's a juicy one, just for you. Be warned there is smut in this chapter. Enjoy! And, please tell me what you think of it?

It was the kiss that Jesse pressed to her ribs that finally pulled her from her sleep, her eyelids fluttering open to stare at the ceiling. Still foggy from slumber, Beca seriously contemplated rolling over and going back to sleep until Jesse pressed another kiss, to her hip this time, swiping his tongue to her skin. Beca was completely awake now, raising her head to look down where Jesse crouched over her legs, his hands planted on either side of her hips. The blankets were gone.

Where are my pants, she wondered absently, propping herself up on her elbows. Any other questions she may have had flew out of her head as soon as Jesse placed his next kiss, just above the lacey hem of her panties. Oh my god, she groaned silently. Is he-? He placed another kiss to her thigh, infuriatingly close to where her leg and hip joined. Beca whined in exasperation. She couldn't take much more teasing. Her nerves felt like dry tinder, just waiting for the smallest spark to set them ablaze again and her muscles shook with the effort not to toss Jesse down and ravage him. When she felt his lips on her hip once more Beca nearly shouted her exasperation.

"Jesse, I swear to God, if you don't-" Beca's head fell back on her shoulders and she groaned as Jesse pressed his lips against the pink cotton of her panties, his nose pressing against her clit. And with the heat of his breath against her center, her nerves-the frazzled kindling that they had become-caught fire once more. She nearly sobbed when he withdrew from her. Her eyes flew open and she lifted her head to look at him pleadingly-because, what the fuck?-and was milliseconds away from lowering herself to begging him-actually BEGGING him- to pleasepleaseplease do it again, when his lips captured hers and she felt his fingers tuck beneath the hem of her panties to swipe at the wetness between her folds.

The moan that issued from her throat was porn worthy and, had a wicked finger not slipped inside her-eradicating all rational thought-Beca may have felt slightly embarrassed about it. Jesse's lips released hers and Beca panted for breath, moaning again when a second finger dipped into her, slowly pumping in and out. She could feel Jesse pressing wet kisses to her neck and her chest. She should tell him how awesome this feels. She should say that his fingers were totally taking her out of orbit. She should let him know that she really wanted him to take one of her poor neglected nipples in his so very talented mouth. But her mouth wouldn't obey her commands. She could only pant and groan and writhe under his ministrations.

An ache began, deep within Beca. It grew with each movement of his digits inside her. "Beca," his the low pitch of his voice sent her mind reeling.

"Jesse," she gasped.

"Beca! Wake up!"

Beca's eyes flew open and she shot up into a sitting position, gasping to catch her breath. "Beca, are you alright?" She looked up to see Jesse sitting next to her in her bed, staring at her with concern through the semi darkness.

"What?" This couldn't be happening.

"You were having a nightmare. You kept moaning and shifting around." She stared at him in disbelief, her nerves on fire and the heat and pressure in her core was so intense she wanted to scream.

"Uuuuggggghhh," Beca groaned in frustration, flopping back down onto the bed. She blushed at how whiny she sounded.

"Are you okay?" Jesse asked.

"No," she growled, turning over to bury her face into her pillow. No, she was definitely not okay. She was frustrated. She was angry. She was horny, and her panties were more than slightly damp. Again. And Beca had never been cock-blocked so many times with in a twenty four hour period in her life. By the same fucking person, no less!

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Jesse asked and she could feel him leaning over her. She grumbled, her curses muffled by her pillow. "What was your nightmare about?"

"No," Beca growled-because No. Just, no. Jesse sighed heavily. She felt him press a kiss to her shoulder and she shivered.

"Beca?" Beca jolted slightly at his voice. "Beca, look at me." She shook her head, refusing to remove her face from the cottony confines of her pillow. "Beca, what kind of dream were you having?" Jesse was switching tactics, but still, she refused to roll over. "C'mon, Beca, don't shut me out. Not after last night. Just talk to me." Oh, Goddamnit. If there was one flaw-let's be honest, she had way more than one-about Beca Mitchell, it was that she was entirely susceptible to guilt trips. She groaned.

"I was having a dream about fooling around with you." There it was. No going back now. She held her breath, waiting for his reply.

Jesse's silence was a heavy thing, filling the room and pressing down on her. She could feel the weight of his stare upon her and she wished there was a way to disappear into her mattress. She could feel her cheeks burn with her embarrassment. Jesus, what's wrong with me?

"So...," Jesse's voice finally shattered the quiet. "All the, uh...moaning was-"

"Oh, Jesus Christ, Jess, do I have to fucking spell it out for you?" She snapped, finally turning her face so she could glare at him over her shoulder. His smirk was disarming to say the least.

"Actually, I think I would like to hear the details of this dream."

"Not. Happening."

"Was it good?" Yes...yes, it had been good. And if he hadn't interrupted her it would have been AWESOME. But, of course, she couldn't just let him have this little victory over her.

"Actually, the longer I'm awake, the less I remember. So it couldn't have been that good." That was an outright lie, Beca could recall every detail from the sound of his voice to each twist and thrust of his fingers in her dream. She felt her cheeks flush, betraying her and she saw Jesse smile victoriously. Jackass.

"I guess maybe I should try to help you jog your memory," he said, his voice nonchalant, but the gleam in his brown eyes was devious. She felt a warm hand on her back then, sliding the fabric of her tank top up her back. Jesse's face disappeared from her line of sight when he bent over to press a kiss to her spine. Beca exhaled loudly, the feeling of his lips causing goose bumps to raise up all over her body.

Jesse pressed more kisses, this time to the small of her back, and she could feel the mattress shift as he rose up on his hands and knees over her. She began to roll over, wanting to pull him down on top of her and kiss him. But he pressed her back down onto the bed, keeping her on her belly. "Stay," he commanded and Beca felt her pulse stutter. She felt him maneuver himself over her, a knee on each side of her thighs and he sat down, pinning her legs beneath him.

Jesse continued kissing her back while his hands caressed her sensitive skin. The pads of his fingers ghosted along her sides, causing her to squirm slightly. She groaned in pleasure when she felt his tongue trailing a damp path down her left hip. She felt his fingertips drag along the border of her flannel pants before hooking into the hem and dragging it over the swell of her ass and down her thighs. She felt him shift above her as he pulled her pants off her legs, leaving her in nothing but her faded gray tank top and her black boy shorts. The ache inside her returned, full force.

"Fuck...Ya know, Becs," Jesse murmured, his voice sounding rough. "You have *such* a nice ass." Beca squeaked when she felt Jesse squeeze the cheeks of her butt with both hands. "Seriously, you have no idea how hard it is not to stare at it every time you bend over to pick up a crate of CDs while we're at work."

"Perv," she chuckled, yelping when he pinched her left butt cheek. She propped herself up on her elbows to better turn her glare at him. "Dude!" Jesse smiled widely at her.

"Ready to tell me about your dream?" he asked and Beca could hear the tease in his tone.

"No way, Swanson," she growled. She watched him shake his head as he sat up straight.

"Why not, Beca?" All teasing gone from his voice, Beca sighed at where she knew this conversation was headed. She raked her fingers through her sleep-tangled hair.

"Because it's personal. And embarrassing," she grumbled, shutting her eyes. She felt Jesse lean forward once more to press a kiss to her temple, one of his hands cupping her cheek. Beca could feel herself starting to relax. How does he do that, she wondered. Jesse kissed her again, on her cheek, as his hand swept her hair over to her other shoulder. He let his lips trail over her skin as he moved to feather light kisses to the pale flesh of her neck. Beca could feel his other hand stroking up and down her back once more. When Jesse scraped his teeth lightly over her shoulder, Beca's head dropped forward, the crown of her head pressing into her pillow.

She sighed when Jesse's other hand slipped to her side, his fingers sailing across her skin and under her tank top and grazing the underside of her breast. "Were we in a bed, in your dream?" Jesse asked, his voice low and his warm breath caressing the skin of her shoulder. Beca hesitated before nodding, admitting to that harmless bit of information. Jesse's hands began to get bolder, the one on her back beginning to stroke over the swell of her butt, kneading every third pass, and his other hand sliding to brush his fingers across her nipple. Beca found it easier to pull breath through her open mouth, panting softly, than to keep her jaw clenched to keep herself silent. "Were we naked?"

"I had my underwear on." She felt Jesse bunching her tank top up to her shoulders, realizing he was trying to take it off of her. She shifted, pulling her arms through and letting him pull it over her head. Jesse's hand continued rubbing her back, soothing and enticing all at once. She whimpered when he slipped both hands around her to cup her breasts, groaning softly at the feel of their weight in his palms. Beca screwed her eyes shut, concentrating on the feel of his hands, which had gone back to their aimless roaming.

"Were you on top?" Beca shook her head. "I was on top?" Beca nodded. "What was I doing?" Began clamped her mouth shut. Jesse switched tactics again. "Was I kissing you?" Beca nodded and inhaled quickly when she felt him nip her side. "Where?"

"Everywhere," she breathed.

"Everywhere?"

"Not there," she clarified.

"Damn." Did he sound disappointed? "Where were my hands?" He asked, letting his fingers slide down her ass to her thighs.

"Everywhere."

"Everywhere?"

"Yes. Hnng," she moaned, biting her lip hard when his fingers dipped between her thighs to press lightly against the very place she ached the most.

"Here?" Beca nodded. He pressed harder and she inhaled sharply. "Like this, Beca?" She shook her head and nearly cried when Jesse removed his fingers. "Tell me."

"Inside my underwear," she gritted out. "Your fingers where inside me."

"Thank Christ," Jesse sighed, wrenching her panties off and tugging them down her legs. Beca looked over her shoulder at him, watching him settle back down on her legs like he was before. Beca could see that he was just as wound up as she was, his face was flushed and his chest heaved with each heavy breath. But his hands were steady, even as he placed them on the back of her thighs. Her heart beat a quick staccato when he began to slide his hands up her thighs. She worried the inside of her cheek in anticipation, willing his hands to glide faster. He stopped, inches-agonizing inches-away from his goal, and Beca's gaze flew to his face, her dark blue eyes locking with his brandy brown irises.

She couldn't breathe, couldn't fucking blink as his right hand moved, his fingers moving in slow motion, sliding to press between her thighs. She watched him bite his bottom lip-god, if only that mouth of his was close enough to hers, she would bite his lip for him-as the pads of his fingers finally-fucking finally-moved to press against her. Her brain went completely blank as his finger slid against her slick center.

"Fuck, Beca," Jesse growled-Jesus, that sound alone made her want to come undone. "You're so wet." Beca found she couldn't reply-couldn't be bothered to remember how to form actual words in her mouth-with anything more than a deep moan. Jesse swiped his fingers through the wetness of her arousal before pressing them into her as deeply as he could. Beca's head dropped down to rest on her forearms, panting as Jesse withdrew slightly and pressed in once more. It felt amazing. Dream be damned, real life was way fucking awesomer right now, Beca decided. The sensation of his digits-

"Fuck!" Beca cried when Jesse changed angle and curled his fingers, touching the spot that made her see stars and lose hope of ever catching her breath. He did it again and Beca was nearly sobbing with pleasure. Jesse removed his hand and before Beca could scream at him to get back to what he was doing, she felt his hands on her hips, flipping her over to her back and pressing her thighs apart. As he leaned down, kissing her savagely, she felt his fingers enter again, thrusting deeply. Beca let him dominate the kiss-she was too busy enjoying his fingers-feeling herself soar closer to climax. When he tore his lips from her to nip down her throat she felt him press his thumb against her clit. "Fuck," she gasped reaching up to grasp Jesse's shoulders. She was so close...so close.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Beca and Jesse froze.

KNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCK

"Hey, Beca! Are you up yet? You wanna go get some coffee with me before practice?"

"Jesusfuckingchrist, you can't be serious," Beca hissed as she recognized Chloe's voice. Jesse stared down at her, his fingers still inside of her. "Not. One. Sound," she ordered. Jesse smiled wickedly. He strummed his thumb over her clit and Beca yelped.

"Beca?" Chloe called again. "Is that you?"

"You gonna answer her?" Jesse whispered into her ear. Beca glared at him.

"I'm, uh, gonna have to-" Jesse pressed his thumb against her clit once more, while biting the skin of her throat. Beca couldn't have stopped the loud gasp even if she could have anticipated Jesse's stunt.

"Beca, are you okay in there?" Beca reached up and pinched Jesse's nipple fiercely, smirking when he jerked and grunted in pain. "Beca, is something-"

"I'm fine, Chloe, just stubbed my toe!" Beca called out. She balled her fist and threatened Jesse with it. "I'm gonna pass on coffee. I have some homework to do before practice. I'll see you there." Jesse chuckled, leaning down to pull the peak of her left breast into his mouth, flicking his tongue over her nipple. Beca felt her eyes roll back.

"Are you sure?" Chloe called. Jesse curled his devious fingers inside her, hitting that spot again.

"Yes." Beca wasn't exactly sure if her strangled cry was in response to Chloe or Jesse.

"'Kay, see ya at practice!" Beca glared at Jesse.

"You are an asshole," she growled, though her voice lacked any real malice because Jesse was still working his fingers in and out of her.

"You love it," Jesse told her before kissing her again. Beca chose not to respond as she felt herself nearing that precipice again. And, Goddamnit, she was going to reach it this time. She closed her eyes, focusing on what Jesse was doing to her.

"Fuck. Fuck!" Beca cried. "Jesse!"

"Look at me, Becs," Jesse murmured. Beca opened her eyes, focusing on Jesse as he watched her. The heaviness of his hooded gaze making her finally come undone. Beca reached the edge and flung herself over, relishing the fall. She panted heavily, her body quaking slightly. She wanted to savor the feeling, the goose bumps, the heaviness of her limbs, the weight of Jesse as he settled down on to her. She watched, unable to speak as he brought his fingers to his mouth and proceeded to suck the wetness-her wetness, she realized-from each digit. "Was your dream something like that?" He asked and Beca stared at him in confusion for a second before she remembered what he was talking about. Beca laughed.

"No. That was way better."