Based off prompt 589 posted on the awritingpromptaday tumblr. Short fluff piece with no real purpose, just domestic life for the pair.


"I'm finished." The words were a surprise, but I should have seen them coming. Beca had a gift, and I didn't really know why I had doubted her for even just a second. I had waited for hours, sitting on the couch flicking through her music magazines, half expecting her to throw some form of tantrum over the apparently not-so-impossible task I had set her. But no, Beca was stretching her arms high above her head, a little box in on her laptop screen announcing the exporting process of the track.

"You're finished?"

"I wouldn't say it if I wasn't." Beca turned around in her chair and looked at me expectantly. I pulled my legs off the arm of the couch and walked over to her, kissing her absently on the forehead as I glanced over her to her favourite music mixing programme.

"You really did it?"

"I really did it."

"Wow." I looked down at her proud smile, at her sparkling blue eyes, and I grasped her jaw and kissed her hard. "You're amazing, Becs. I can't believe you did it!"

"I can't believe you doubted me." She bit her lip and turned away, clicking on a few buttons and suddenly a song was playing through her speakers, the song I had composed but been unable to compile properly without her. She'd done it beautifully, far better than I'd even imagined it, and I couldn't help gasping as the song reached a crescendo. Her head fell back on my chest and her hand rested on my neck and I couldn't believe I was lucky enough to be a part of her life.

"Thank you,"I whispered as it came to a finish. "You have just saved my life."

"Just remember, you owe me." My lips lingered in her hair and I ran a hand down her side. I chuckled at her comment and the connotations behind it. "I'm serious, I'm planning on cashing in on that favour some time soon."

"Of course." I walked back towards the couch to find my phone so I could call my boss and let him know I'd managed to complete my assignment. "I'll be ready for when you want it."

I heard her chair squeak as she swivelled towards me, her eyebrow raised in amusement. "You think you know what I want from you?"

I smirked. "I know I know what you want from me."

"And what's that?"

I strolled over to her cockily, and I knew she could tell what I was thinking because she turned away before I could reach her, shaking her head in time with her shoulders as she laughed quietly. I spun the chair back to face me and lent my hands on the desk so our faces were level, my nose grazing hers.

"You want me."

Her eyes flickered to my lips but she kept her expression neutral. "Nope."

"Don't deny it, I can see it in your eyes."

"I don't know what..." She trailed off as I peppered kisses along her jaw. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm not so sure about that."

"I was thinking more of... Of asking fo-for a nice dinner or... Or to get rid of that st-stupid statue thing in the hallway..." I smiled against her neck at her struggle to make words. Her breathing was shallow and her finger nails dug into my arms sharply. "Or have a... Movie free weekend..."

I gasped dramatically, pulling back with a distressed expression. "Never!" She stared back at me with hungry eyes. "Besides, that 'stupid statue' is amazing, why don't you want to display it?"

"Because its ridiculous," she said with a roll of her eyes, her grip loosening on my arms as I kept myself away.

"It's an award Beca, its something you should be proud of."

Dropping her head back, she groaned loudly - this was a conversation we'd had on several occasions - and I quickly kissed her on her lips, grinning at her squeak of surprise. Her eyes narrowed at me but I was basically immune to her cold stares after having an infinite amount directed my way since the day we met six years ago.

"I'm not letting you move it," I said firmly.

"Then I'm not letting you have sex with me."

"One of those things is very unlikely to actually happen, and I can tell you now its not mine." I grinned at the frustrated curl to her lips. She shoved my chest, using her feet to push away from me by ducking under my arm and aiming the wheels towards the other side of the room, but I was too quick, grabbing the back of the chair and pulling hard so she came right back.

"Jesse," she snapped, "stop being such a -"

"Grateful and adoring fiancée?" I interrupted sweetly, kissing her diamond ring softly and watching her eyes soften a little. I looked up at her seriously. "Really Beca, thank you for helping me."

A smile tugged at her mouth and she relaxed a little into her chair. "It's okay." She shrugged it off. "I can't have you failing and being fired can I? How would I afford this place alone?"

I pulled her out of her chair and against my chest. "I love you," I mumbled against her lips as I kissed her softly. "So much."

She smiled and wrapped her arms around me, raising on her toes to press us together even closer. "There's that adoring aspect, you giant softie."

I chuckled. "You love it."

Her nose wrinkled but she allowed it. "I do."

"A look into the future," I teased, "Just two more months and you'll be saying those two words in front of everyone we know."

Her head rested on my shoulder and she sighed softly. "I can't believe you talked me into marrying you."

"I didn't talk you into it," I laughed. "You actually jumped for joy when I asked you!"

"You have no way of proving that."

"You have no way of proving you didn't," I countered and she lifted her head to glare at me. Even though I knew she was going to get me back later, I couldn't help grinning at her. She really was just too beautiful, inside and out, to not become completely consumed by, and the fact I was getting to marry her in just eight weeks? Well, that just about made me the luckiest man alive.