Hey! I've missed writing about Beca and Jesse together, so I think I'm gonna start a collection of oneshots here. Hope it turned out well!

Dear Rebeca Swanson, In an effort to reinstate my manhood, I will be going on that trip to Vegas with the guys, even though you told me not to. I am a grown man and I can do whatever I want…so there.

p.s. Please don't kill me (my lovely, beautiful and perfect wife).

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She's tapping her foot on the marble wood floor, waiting on top of the staircase of their two-story home, leaning her hands on the railing. Beca narrows her eyes as she hears the sound of a car engine. A car door slams and then there's a screeching of tires. She holds in a chuckle because Donald's hightailed it out of there as if she's about to barge outside and strangle both of them.

No, her intention is to strangle her husband. Donald has his own wife to fear.

Beca smirks as the front door opens slowly and Jesse pokes his head in, tentatively looking from side to side. He steps inside, bringing his duffle bag in with him. He winces as he accidentally shuts the door louder than he means to. Meanwhile, Beca molds her face into an expressionless mask.

This façade gets significantly harder to keep as Jesse looks up and jumps about three feet in the air when he sees her. "Beca!" He shouts in surprise.

She raises an eyebrow as his hand nervously flutters in a wave hello, almost knocking the vase off the table to his right. She places her elbow on the railing, propping her chin up on her palm. "Hello, love," she coos with a deadly look in her eyes. Beca can't help but feel proud of herself when she sees Jesse gulp and pale.

This is going to be fun.

"How was your trip?" She asks sweetly. He's avoiding her gaze but she's not going to make this easy for him so she starts making her way down the stairs. Jesse stutters and answers her with an unconvincing, "Eh."

By the time she reaches the bottom of the staircase, he's nervously twitching his leg and looking around frantically for a way out. "Did you have fun?" She asks again.

She's only a few feet away now and Jesse looks surprised, just realizing she's backed him into the front door. She sees him take a deep breath and turn to look at her unsurely, measuring her with his gaze, trying to figure out how angry she is. She squints at him as he gets a gleam in his eye.

"Not really. I missed you," he replies, smiling gently at her, reaching out to uncross her arms and pull her into him.

Beca resists though, because there's no way he's getting out of this easily. Not again.

"I highly doubt that. You sounded like you were having a lot of fun when you drunk dialed me yesterday," she smirks as she watches his face fall.

"Oh?" Jesse asks nervously. "What did I say exactly?"

Beca suppresses a grin as she remembers his call. He had raved on and on about how he'd immediately left the strip club Bumper had taken them to, because 'he has a wife who he adores and wholeheartedly loves'. He said Donald had gone back with him to the hotel too because he had Lilly, but Jesse doubted that 'Donald's love could equal his own' for Beca. And she had enjoyed his drunken ramblings, having wanted to yell at him as soon as she'd picked up, but he always knows what to say, even while half-conscious.

Jesse must have noticed the change in her expression because he relaxes and tries to pull her into him again. She barely budges (even though she's tiny, she's strong, thank you very much) and puts on her best glare. Once he sees she's unyielding, he decides to step into her own personal space instead.

"I shouldn't have gone," Jesse breathes into her ear, smirking as he hears her breath hitch. He rubs his thumb on her arm and presses a kiss against her temple, mumbling out an apology.

Stay strong, Beca. She extracts herself from his arms and shakes her head at him. "No, you shouldn't have. You missed Chloe's dinner party. All of you did."

"Is she angry?"

Beca huffs, "Chloe's never angry. But she should be. And you should all be ashamed of yourselves because she'd been planning it for weeks and instead, you guys decided to go on a whirlwind trip to Vegas." Chloe really hadn't minded; saying that she had expected it because Brandon was getting married soon and guys were unpredictable that way. She'd been just as happy to celebrate her promotion with her girls. But Beca had decided to be angry for her. Jesse had told her about the trip last week and even though she'd told him not to go, because it'd just be plain rude, he went anyway. And yes, she's a bit pissed. Aren't husbands supposed to bend to their wife's every whim?

And his note. "Reinstate his manhood"? Really?

"But she's not angry, so I don't see what the problem is," he says warily, eying her 'hands on hips' stance and wondering how long it'd take him to get back in her good graces.

"I'm angry," she snaps. "I come back from work and see a note on the kitchen counter that tells me my husband won't be home for three days. And one more thing," she takes two steps forward and slaps his arm, ignoring his exaggerated wince. "You know better than to call me 'Rebeca'."

"Technically, I wrote it down," he jokes, but sobers up once he sees her stony expression.

Beca sniffs, "I'm glad you think this is funny. I bet you'll find it even funnier on the couch tonight."

Jesse gapes at her, "You can't be serious."

"Dixy-chick serious," she states firmly, inwardly scowling at how Aubrey planted that term in her vocabulary.

"But- but Donald made me," he whines.

Beca only raises an eyebrow at him. "And Lilly will also be dealing with him tonight. You brought this upon yourself."

Jesse stares at her for a minute before narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms. "You're bluffing. You can't sleep well without me," he says smugly as he steps forward and traces the dark circles under her eyes.

Damn him. So she hadn't had a decent night's sleep in three days, but judging by the circles under his own eyes, he hadn't either. So she says nothing and challenges him with her stare, tilting her head up and keeping her nose in the air. They assess each other with their gazes, wondering how to make the situation lean back in their favor. She tries to ignore the way his 'Bambi eyes' are looking at her, because that's how he got out of trouble last time. She will not back down.

But he plays dirty. Jesse steps forward once more to close the distance between them, leaning forward and brushing his nose against hers and cradling her cheek. "Beca," he murmurs and she gulps. "I missed you so much. Please don't make me sleep without you tonight." She closes her eyes as his lips softly come into contact with hers, but then she realizes what he's doing and they pop open.

She quickly pulls back, pointing her index finger at him and gaping as if he's the reason for world hunger. "You can't do that!" She glares, ignoring his look of pure amusement. "I won't fall for this again!"

Beca turns and stomps over to the living room, hearing his footsteps trail behind her, picking up the pillow and blanket on the couch, and throwing them at his head. "Goodnight," she grits out through clenched teeth.

Jesse looks down at the blanket, now on the floor, and then back to the couch. His eyes dart back and forth, as if his brain doesn't get the concept of actually having to sleep on something other than a bed. Once it clicks, he turns to look helplessly at Beca, only to realize she's not there.

He runs back into the main hall, seeing her halfway up the stairs already. "Beca!"

She sighs and turns her head to the side to look at him. "What?"

"The couch isn't comfy," he blurts out. "I'm pretty sure it's a lump of coals." He points to the living room like a mad man, trying to come up with more reasons to sleep with his wife. "And that room. It's awful. It has windows and I'm…afraid. Anyone could see me, Beca!" Actually the windows face the back yard so he doubts that'll be the case – he can tell Beca knows this too because she's giving him a look that screams 'weirdo' – but it's plausible, right?

"Then sleep in the guest bedroom," she says dryly. "Goodnight, weirdo."

He stays gaping at the staircase, long after she's shut the door to their bedroom, because this has never happened to him before. Jesse Swanson has never had to 'sleep on the couch'. He likes to think of himself as the 'super husband' because all of his friends have been punished this way, but not him. Not until now. He pouts as he drags his feet over to the living room to pick up the blanket and pillow on the floor, and then trudges on to the guest bedroom. He's not such a 'super husband' anymore.

…

She's tossing and turning, burying herself under the covers and throwing them back off, trying to inhale as much of his scent from his pillow as she can. But the freaking thing's three days old and it doesn't bring the same comfort it used to. She curses as she stares up at the ceiling. She needs a new, Jesse-scented pillow.

She makes her way down the stairs slowly and pads across the hall, wincing as her feet touch the cold floor. Beca tiptoes all the way to the guest bedroom, finally reaching the door and turning the knob slowly. She peeks in and sees Jesse's dark form on the bed; he's sleeping on his stomach and snoring lightly. Beca quietly walks into the room, heading for the bed and muffling a curse as she stubs her big toe against the desk chair.

Once she reaches his side, she runs her fingers lightly over one of his shoulders and brushes his bangs back. She inwardly curses as she reminds herself that she's not supposed to be giving her husband any kind of attention. She's supposed to be angry at him.

Beca's hand trails over to his pillow, trying to gently pull it out from underneath him. She doesn't even notice the light snoring has stopped until his hand's wrapped around her wrist and she gives a loud squeak as she's pulled onto the bed.

Her back's against his chest and Jesse takes advantage of her momentary shock to throw a leg over her own and wrap his arm around her waist. He buries his nose in her hair as she grumbles. "Couldn't sleep?" He asks groggily.

"No," Beca snaps. "I just…left something of mine here."

"My pillow?" he chuckles. He feels her relax into his embrace and nod. "Why don't you just take me instead?" He can tell she's rolling her eyes at his attempt at flirting. Yeah, it isn't so great.

Beca snuggles into him anyway and starts subconsciously playing with his fingers, lulling him to sleep. She always does that; another reason he couldn't fall asleep in Vegas.

"I am sorry," he whispers. "I shouldn't have left without telling you. I should've stayed and argued until you got so annoyed, you threw me out yourself." He grins as he feels her pinch his arm.

"It's okay. I wasn't really angry with you," she frowns. "I mean, I was, a bit. But not enough to make you sleep on the couch. But then Aubrey started saying that I always gave in too easily and how I should let you know who's boss," Beca scoffs. "I wanted to prove her wrong."

Jesse chuckles, "Funny. Bumper convinced me to go on the trip because he said I always did what you told me to and that I had to regain my manliness." He smiles as she turns to face him.

"You don't do what I tell you to," she snorts. "Or else we wouldn't have the problem of me getting angry and then forgiving you too easily. You gotta stop doing that, by the way. It's not fair." She glares slightly at the innocent look on his face. Beca arches an eyebrow at him as she pokes him on the nose and speaks sternly, "Yeah, you know what you do. You're ruining my reputation."

"Sorry," he says, though he doesn't look the least bit of it. Jesse scoots forward (as if there's any way for him to get any closer) and pecks her lips. "Can we go to bed now?" He asks hopefully.

Beca nods and gets up off the bed as she pulls on his hand. Jesse stands up to follow her upstairs.

"We shouldn't listen to everyone else. They're just jealous," he mumbles by the time they're both clinging to each other under the covers of their own bed. Beca hums in agreement and buries her face against his neck, mumbling a small "Goodnight, nerd".

"Next time I go on a trip, I'm taking you with me," Jesse murmurs as he listens to her soft breathing. He smiles against her cheek and his eyes flutter shut.

Okay...review? Please? Unless you want me to go crawl into a very scary, dark hole.