He makes the walk of shame back to his hotel room alone, unsure of whether to go after her or just pack up his things and fly back home. He cleans up and changes into fresh clothes before heading down to the hotel lobby and asking the clerk where Anna's room is.

"I'm sorry sir, I can't give you that information," she tells him politely, but a younger clerk rounds the corner just then and it's clear by her expression that she recognized him. She waves the older woman away and smiles at him.

"I'm assuming you're good friends with Miss Kendrick?" she asks Skylar, and he nods. She writes a room number on a slip of paper along with the directions for how to get to her private room, and he thanks her.

He knocks quietly on the door, unsure of how his presence will be received. She opens it slowly and gestures wordlessly for him to enter. He does and she closes the door behind them, turning to look at him expectantly.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, not looking him in the eye.

"Don't be," he answers, "You have nothing to apologize for. This is confusing for both of us. All I know is that I'm attracted to you, and this feeling I have every time I see you or I'm around you doesn't seem to be going away. It's like you have an invisible touch."

"Come again?" she questions, looking confused.

He starts singing a few lines of Genesis' Invisible Touch, his voice ringing loud and clear though the silence of the hotel room.

She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
She reaches in, and grabs right hold of your heart
She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
It takes control and slowly tears you apart.

She don't like losing, to her it's still a game
And though she will mess up your life,
You'll want her just the same, and now I know
She has a built in ability
To take everything she sees
And now it seems I've fallen, fallen for her.

She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
She reaches in, and grabs right hold of your heart
She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
It takes control and slowly tears you apart.

She seems to have an invisible touch...

He trails off, and she's staring at him, mesmerized. "How long have you felt this way? When did it start, exactly?" she asks.

"I don't know exactly," he responds, "I definitely was attracted to you when we filmed Pitch Perfect, and then after we filmed the sequel, it just intensified for me. Like every time I would see you on TV or read about you or see a picture of you, I liked you even more."

"Give me an example," she says, and he knows she is going to need convincing that his feelings aren't just physical, that it's her he's interested in.

"Well there was this time when it was late at night and I couldn't sleep," he says, flashing back to that night.

It was dark in the room except for the glow of the television. His girlfriend had already gone to bed but he was unable to sleep, which was why he was now sprawled haphazardly on the sofa, flicking aimlessly from channel to channel in search of something to occupy his mind.

He stops briefly on a rerun of Friends before settling on the Late Late Show with James Corden. He's only half paying attention as the host rambles on and on about the number of tweets that had mentioned the show in the last 24 hours when suddenly he hears an all too familiar voice and his brain registers the source before she even appears on his television screen. He sits up, learning forward towards the television as Anna Kendrick challenges James Corden to a riff-off, her attempts at being bad-ass coming off as more adorable than intimidating.

He smiles at her charm as James Corden starts the riff-off and she dances along in her attempts to mock him and play along. He sings along quietly with Corden to N'Sync, wondering what Kendrick will sing next. He laughs again as she launches into a rap, her frequent use of the word "bitch" again coming off as cute due to her petite size and personality, and she's throwing her hands around in true rapper fashion.

James Corden starts singing Bel Biv Devoe's Poison, and again he's singing along, his eyes transfixed on Kendrick as she mimes cutting her throat and points at her competitor. He stands, inching closer to the screen as she breaks into Pat Benatar's classic Love Is a Battlefield and she kills it, the audience cheering loudly for her. He claps, without really paying attention to what he's doing and knowing full well that she can't actually hear him. Kendrick wins by a landslide, and he smiles when she and James decide to sing the next round together. She harmonizes along with James to Ice Ice Baby and Walking on Sunshine, and so does he, and at the end he's clapping again for her.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" he hears the voice of his girlfriend, Anna Camp, behind him. He turns to see her narrowing her eyes at him in obvious annoyance.

"Yes actually," he replies, "I've never watched this show before, turns out it's really entertaining."

"It's a shame Kendrick couldn't actually see you salivating over her like a dog," Camp says, her voice dripping with disdain. "That might've been embarrassing for you."

"I don't know what you're talking about, I was merely cheering on a friend," he says innocently.

"Yeah, ok," Camp shakes her head, "Is that why you're practically French-kissing the screen there?" she gestures to his close proximity to the television.

"What is your problem?" Skylar asks, "Did I wake you up on the wrong side of the bed or something?"

"Cute," she replies sardonically, "Are you coming to bed now or what?

"I'm not tired," he replies to Camp, his heart is still pounding at the thought of Kendrick singing.

"I couldn't sleep," he says now to Kendrick, his thoughts coming back to the present. "I just kept thinking about how adorable you looked, and how beautiful your voice is, and I think at one point I dozed off and dreamt of you even."

She's just staring at him, as if she's trying to work out some kind of complex problem in her mind. The tension is palpable as she contemplates her next move. "Ah, fuck it," she finally says as she launches herself at him, her lips meeting his in a searing kiss.

He picks her up and she wraps her legs around his waist, her tongue delving into his mouth as she bites his bottom lip playfully, eliciting purr-like growl from him. "You're driving me crazy," he warns, growling seductively in her ear.

"No talking, you might make me change my mind," she replies, smiling against his mouth as she kisses him thoroughly. He walks her backwards in the direction of the bedroom, pausing as his knees hit the mattress.

He breaks the kiss to ask her, "This is usually the point when I ask the girl if she's sure, so…"

She laughs as he places her on the bed, "Oh my God I thought I told you to shut up already," she says, but her tone is playful as she pulls him down on top of her. She's still wearing the red bikini, and he easily removes her cover-up and shorts. He takes off his own shirt and shorts and she runs her hands up and down the planes of his chest appreciatively. She snaps the elastic of his boxers as he tickles her sides, causing her to squirm under him. She clamps her eyes tightly, laughing, and then opens them to find him gazing intently right at her. She freezes, and their eyes lock. She can feel the electricity flowing between them, and she knows this is the point of no return. She reaches up and cups his face in her hands, lowering his lips back down to hers once more.

When his hands reach to untie her bikini top she doesn't stop him, and she blushes when he comments how beautiful and perfect she is reverently, as if he's been dreaming of this moment for ages, which in truth, he has.

"You're gorgeous," he breathes into the hollow of her throat as he kisses down between her breasts. He removes his boxers and she shimmies out of her swim bottoms and soon there are no barriers between them.

Anna's thoughts are a mess, but she tries to focus on how good this feels, and how her body is reacting in ways it never has before. There's just something between them that she can't ignore, and she knows he's feeling it too. As he enters her, she swears she sees fireworks from the simple, slow thrust, and his eyes search hers as he begins to move, carefully at first and then with increasing passion.

She knows, as she's coming down from the first orgasm that Skylar has ever given her, that this is more than just a one-time thing. That whatever this is between them is more than just physical. She curls into his side and he holds her close, stroking her hair. And for the first time in what feels like forever, she falls into a dreamless sleep.

A/N: This was written to address Shan-OM's prompt. I hope I did it justice. Let me know what you think!