Strangers in the Night

A Pitch Perfect Story

Chapter 8: Shark Week

Disclaimer: I don't own anything familiar.

Author's Note: I love having a sex therapist as my Human Sexuality professor. I've watched porn in class, played with vibrators, and had relay-races with classmates on which team can put a condom on and take off a condom on a dildo faster. Only in grad school…anyhow, we learn all kinds of fun things in this class, which I have been adding stuff to for this story, so you're welcome.

Also, fun fact: did you know that the clitoris is over five inches long and has two legs. I'll let you sit with that for a while.

Friday, May 24, 2013

"So, you guys didn't dry hump?" Chloe asked. She was scandalized over what had happened the previous night on Beca's date with Jesse. "Evan and I started dry humping at midnight and barely stopped long enough for us to go to work. We resumed dry humping the second that we both got home from work last night. The only reason why I'm not doing it with him now was because I think I have rug burn on my vag from underwear and my jeans."

"Why should that stop you? A little pain makes it fun." Stacie said, sipping her beer. "I like it a little rough. Donald, you know, Jesse's friend with the glasses, he's got a little kink for BDSM, so he likes to—"

"Stop talking!" Aubrey said, raising a hand to point at the busty brunette. "I seriously don't need to hear about his sexual preferences."

"You know, you would probably like getting spanked, Aubs. It's really liberating, you know, to let go of all that tension and just accept how naughty you've been." Stacie beamed, fanning herself. "I prefer to be the D rather than the s, but Donald's a D all around, so I let it go. Maybe he'll let me bring in another s sometime for a threesome, and I could be, like, the little d to his big D." The girls just stared at her. They had no idea what the hell she was talking about. Also, they were kind of shock to hear her say that she was letting a man control their sex.

"What the hell?" Chloe asked; her eyebrows were lost in her hair because they were raised so high. Stacie sighed.

"D…like capital D. It means the dominant one, the boss. The s…like lowercase s—it is the submissive one. I'm not a true sub, so it's okay once in a while, but I don't like it all the time, which is why Donald and I hook up every now and again. If we bring in another sub, then maybe I could be a little d, because he would call the shots, but maybe I could be the one that does the spanking and such."

"I have no words…" Beca said, turning to stare at the other girls. "First of all, I never expected to hear Stacie talk about being the sub in any capacity when it came to sex."

"It's not that big of a deal."

"I'm so telling Jesse that." Beca chuckled, grabbing her phone. "It'd be fun to hear him get all uncomfortable to learn about his friend's sexual practices."

"Oh! Put him on speakerphone. I wanna hear!" Chloe giggled. Beca scrolled through her contacts to find Jesse's number. Once she found it, she called him, immediately putting the call on speakerphone. After a few moments, he picked up.

"Hello, beautiful. I thought you were out with the girls." Beca flushed bright red, and Aubrey had to quickly slam her hand over the redhead's mouth to bury her gushing over how cute Beca and Jesse were. It was known without being spoken that the fact that they were listening in was a secret.

"We're all at Chloe's. Stacie just told us something really great, so I decided that I had to call you and tell you about it."

"I feel like I should be scared…" Jesse said; she smiled at the wariness in his voice. "From the brief time I've spent in Stacie's presence, I've heard stuff that would make a priest die of a heart attack."

"I did give a priest a heart attack once." Stacie said suddenly, and the other three girls' eyes immediately flew to her face. "I was being a good Catholic girl in high school, and I confessed all of my sins to him after mass before school started. Let's just say I sinned a lot over the weekend…He came flying out of the confession box, clutching at his heart and shouting to the Lord to save him…" As she told the story, she filed her nails with the nail file she always kept tucked in her purse. She said everything as nonchalantly as someone telling an asinine story about going to the store to buy milk and forgetting her wallet at home.

"Jesus…" Jesse's voice came through the phone, making the girls start laughing. Stacie said, "What? I don't get it" instead of laughing. "Question…am I on speakerphone?"

"Yes!" Chloe said loudly towards the phone. "We didn't want you to know that, but Stacie…well, yeah, you never know what's gonna come out of her mouth."

"Right, so I'm even more scared of what I'm about to hear since you are obviously expecting a crazy reaction." Beca chuckled at the discomfort in his voice. Poor baby.

"So, anyways…the reason why we were calling. Stacie told us a story that I thought you might enjoy. Apparently, a certain Indian friend of yours has a preference for kink of the BDSM variety." Beca said; her smile grew wider and wider as she heard him groan.

"What the fuck, Beca?! I already told you not to tell me the shit that Stacie says about Donald and sex! I didn't want to hear about the tongue thing, and I don't want to hear about this!"

"You should want to hear about the tongue thing. It might give you some good pointers for what to do to Beca." Stacie sing-songed as she filed her nails.

"Yeah, no! There will be none of that tongue thing happening on my person!" Beca said, her eyes wide. "Jesse, do not listen to her. I don't want the tongue thing!"

"I'm simultaneously curious and scared to find out what the tongue thing is…" Jesse said, earning giggles from Aubrey and Chloe.

"God, you're such a prude, Beca. For the girl who fucks around almost as much as I do, You're. Such. A. Prude." Stacie sighed. "Anal play is a healthy part of sexuality."

"Okay, sure, for some people, but that does not mean that I want his tongue or any other part of his person near my ass!" Beca said loudly.

"Whoa! I walked into my own apartment at the wrong time!" Evan said as he shut the door to his and Chloe's apartment door. Stacie, Chloe, and Aubrey broke out into laughter, and Beca flushed red when she heard the choking gasps through her phone from Jesse as he tried to keep from laughing (or choking on his own tongue; she couldn't be sure which was happening at the moment). Evan dropped his briefcase on the floor, loosening his tie with his other hand. He walked over to the girls, pressing a kiss to the top of Chloe's head. "Hello, sweets. Hello, girlfriend one, girlfriend two, and ex-girlfriend three." He said, pressing loud kisses to Beca's, Stacie's, and then Aubrey's cheeks. "Hello, what I assume to be Jesse's voice on the other end of Beca's phone."

"May I ask who the ex-girlfriend is of you three?" Jesse asked, making the girls smile.

"Aubrey." Evan told him. "Tom would kick my ass if he thought that I was still referring to his wifey as my girlfriend. Plus, she's trying to become a mommy, which is weird for me."

"What about when I get pregnant?" Chloe said, crossing her arms. "Is that going to be weird for you?"

"Of course not, love. You're my person. My partner. My best friend. My whole world. You will be my wife and one day the mother of my children. I'm going to be so happy when I get to refer to you as that when that day comes."

"Smooth, Peterson. Real smooth. You're lucky you're cute." Chloe told him. Evan shrugged.

"So, I think I'm gonna go call Tom, because there's too much estrogen in my house right now, and I might get stabbed with one of Aubrey's stilettos. Jesse, you in the mood to meet up for drinks? We can leave the women folk to their inappropriate discussion on anal sex."

"No one's having anal sex!" Beca said, slapping a hand over her eyes.

"Except Stacie." Chloe and Aubrey said at the same time. Stacie beamed at them before her smiled turned vicious.

"And, we know that you like getting a finger in the ass, Evan." She said, crossing her arms.

"Chloe! What the fuck!? That's private! It's what we do in our bedroom, and we don't talk about that with the other three."

"Says the guy who's told me in front of my friends' faces that you've had dreams about me, Stacie, and Beca having naked wrestling sessions in our bed while you watch." Chloe scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Hey! I'm offended that I wasn't invited to the naked wrestling session!" Aubrey complained.

"Tom would kill me. You're no longer sexy to me, Aubrey, because Tom would cut off my dick and feed it to me." Evan glared at Chloe.

"You don't think I'm sexy?" The blonde pouted at him.

"Shit! Of course I think you're sexy, Aubrey. I think all four of you are stunning women, but you've always been with Tom for as long as I've known you, and he scares the shit out of me."

"I feel like if we were normal, I should be creeped out by the fact that my future husband thinks about having sex with my best friends." Chloe said, sipping her beer.

"Please, you've made out with all of us." Beca scoffed. "There's nothing normal about you, Red."

"Hey, Jesse." Aubrey said. "You've been really quiet. How're you doing over there?"

"I sincerely have no words for any one of you. You've made out with Chloe, Beca?" She started laughing.

"She's made out with all of us." Aubrey laughed. "To be honest, we've all made out with each other. Blame that on a lot of alcohol in April of my and Chloe's senior year of college—Beca and Stacie's freshman year. Beca's a really good kisser."

"Oh, I know…I just didn't realize that you girls knew that, too. What about you, Evan? You ever hookup with her, too, or do I only need to get into a fistfight with you over imagining her naked?" He joked, but Beca heard the jealousy in his voice, which made her smirk.

"Ha! I've kissed her, but only pecks on the lips. Usually on the New Year." Evan dug through the pocket of his work pants for his cell phone. "Dude, what's your number? You can meet me and Tom for drinks." Jesse rattled off his number to Evan, who typed it into his phone.

Beca crossed her arms over her chest, feeling really uncomfortable with the idea of Evan and Tom hanging out with Jesse. It wasn't like he was her boyfriend, and he needed to become friendly with her best friends' husbands (soon to be, in Evan's case). No, this was all too weird for her. She twitched her nose, squeezing her hands into fists to keep herself from uncrossing her arms and rubbing at her nose. She felt someone's eyes on her, and she looked up to see Chloe studying her face. "Actually, babe, I'm totally horny and in need for some loving from my man, so I'm gonna kick these stupid bitches out. Why don't you go get into something more comfortable in the bedroom?" Evan cocked an eyebrow at the redhead who mouthed the words "dry humping time" at him, making him start laughing. "Besides, Aubrey's gotta go home and make a baby to ruin my wedding by getting fat."

"Stop! I'm not going to get fat and ruin your wedding." Aubrey rolled her eyes. "I'll be a cute pregnant lady." She said, rubbing her hand over her gut. "I just really wanna be a mommy."

"I want you to be a mommy, too! Just not when you're my bridesmaid." Chloe said, laying a hand on the blonde's arm.

"You're both ridiculous." Beca scoffed.

"When I get knocked up, I've decided that Beca's gonna be the godmother, though."

"Rude!" Chloe pouted.

"Beca's the best one with babies. If Tom and I die, and our parents are like too old to take care of a kid, and Tom's sister continues to be a bitch, we already decided that Beca gets him or her."

"Thanks? Do I get a choice? You sure you wanna give me your kid?"

"Are you kidding? When Tara comes to visit me and Evan, the first thing she asks is when the sleepover at your place is." Chloe said.

"Yeah, but that doesn't make me the best one to replace the kid's mom." Beca rubbed at the tip of her nose.

"Becs, you were really great with that kid at the beach." Jesse said, making her blush as she thought back to that day.

"Yeah, well, I make a good aunt or babysitter, not a parent."

"You were the best sister to Georgie when she was a kid." Beca sighed, glaring at Aubrey.

"You weren't even there for three of those years, Posen-Murray."

"Why'd you hyphenate again? It's such a mouthful." Stacie shook her head, sipping her beer.

"Because going by Aubrey Murray was too rhymey." Chloe said for the blonde.

"Fucking Tom." Aubrey muttered. "He should've listened to me about combining our last names into a new one. We could have both changed our last names to Mursen. Aubrey Mursen would've sounded nice."

"I agree. Mursen is nice." Beca joked. "Chloe, you and Evan could do Beaton for Beale and Hamilton. Or Hameale."

"Baby, what do you think? Evan Beaton? Has a nice ring to it…Hameale sounds weird." Chloe asked him.

"Yeah…no." Evan told her, shaking his head. "Evan and Chloe Hamilton is fine by me."

"You're no fun. Jesse, if you and Beca get married, you can go with either Swatchell or Mitson. Which one do you like better?"

"Chloe!" Beca threw her beer bottle cap at her friend.

"Hey! That hurt!" Chloe pouted, chucking it back at the petite brunette after it bounced off her forehead.

Beca glared at her phone when she heard Jesse's chuckle come through. "I personally like Mitson better. Jesse and Beca Mitson; yeah…I definitely like that one better."

"Don't humor her! God, I hate both of you. Goodbye, Jesse. I'll leave you with this image: Donald likes to spank Stacie for being a naughty girl." She grinned triumphantly as she hit the end button on the call. The last thing she heard from him was his groan of discomfort.

"You were red the entire time." Aubrey chuckled. "You really like him, don't you?"

"No. I'm over this stupid dare. He walks into my apartment like he owns the place or something. He acts like he just belongs there and makes himself right at home. It's weird. If it weren't for the fact that I can let you win, I'd screw him and be done with it."

"Bullshit! You're totally into him." Stacie scoffed.

"No, I'm not!"

"Then, why do you want to screw him? Why not just break things off with him and move on?" Aubrey said with a cocked eyebrow.

"Because I've waited four fucking weeks already, and he made me orgasm from sucking on my nipples alone. I'm horny as fuck, and I want to see what else he can do with that mouth of his...and the rest of his body." Evan groaned from the kitchen where he was getting a drink of water. The girls laughed at his muffled, "gross."

"He totally could do the tongue thing!" Stacie grinned.

"There will be no tongue thing! Christ, Stacie!" The busty brunette giggled, hiding her mouth behind a perfectly manicured hand. Beca rolled her eyes.

"Speaking of this dare, you three need to get out so that I can dry hump the shit out of my fiancée. I'm just as horny as Beca is, so I'm gonna take what I can get until she loses the damn dare and fucks Swanson." Evan said as he reemerged from the kitchen with his shirt unbuttoned and his tie undone and hanging from his neck. He pointed at the door. "Get out!"

The three girls flipped him off and turned to Chloe. She blushed so red that she matched her hair. "I love you three, and you can stay as long as you want. But…I kind of want to see if Evan can make me come from playing with my boobs, too."

"Challenge accepted, love." Evan said, pointing a finger at her. She winked before turning to the girls.

"Go get humped, Mitchell." She teased.

Beca climbed into her car and buckled her seatbelt. She turned the key in the ignition, but she didn't shift her car out of park. She reached for her cell phone, staring at it. Should she text him? Tonight was her night off from the dare, as she liked to think of it. They weren't supposed to see each other that night. She got a break from him and the dare and all this shit tonight, but Chloe kicked them out early, so now she had this free time to hang out with him. Should she do it? Should she call him? She didn't know if she could come up with an excuse to not have sex with him that night. Did she even want to see him that night? She sighed. Yeah, she did. She was horny, and he was attractive.

9:43 PM Fri, May 24

To: The Nerd

My place. 30 minutes.

She blew out a breath. She shifted the car into drive and pulled away from Chloe's apartment. It didn't take her long to get to her apartment building. She parked the car and rushed upstairs. She unlocked her door and made her way inside. She walked into her bedroom and got changed into a pair of black leggings and a yellow tank top. She left her bedroom and walked into her living room. There was a knock on her door, and she immediately walked over to it and opened it. She smiled at Jesse, stepping back. He walked into the door, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Hi," he said, leaning over to brush his lips against hers. "Did you have fun with the girls?"

"So much fun. I'm learning such fantastic things about your friend that I love sharing with you." She joked, grabbing him by the shirt as she walked backwards. He shut the door behind them, following her to the couch. She sat down, biting her lip. He sat down next to her.

"I'm sure you do." He laughed as he slid closer. "So…we weren't supposed to see each other tonight." He wrapped his arm around her waist, squeezing her hip.

"Nope." She said quietly, shifting her body to better face his.

"I'm super glad that you invited me over, though." He said, leaning closer, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

"Me, too." She said, laying her hand on the back of his neck. He buried his face into her neck, pressing a light kiss to her skin. She scraped her nails through his nails. She shifted her body, climbing into his lap. His lips found hers, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. His hands settled onto her hips, and she broke the kiss. She leaned back and stared into his eyes. "We're not having sex." Before he could respond, she kissed him again. His hands squeezed her hips before sliding up her sides. He pushed her away from him, breaking the kiss.

"I already said I'm willing to go as slowly as you want, but, um, I'm just…why not?" She blushed at the desperation in his voice, rubbing the tip of her nose with her finger. Shit. She needed an excuse for why they couldn't have sex. She scraped through her mind, trying to come up with all of the excuses that Chloe and Aubrey have used in the past to not have sex with guys. Duh! She was a girl! Her period. Sure, she was on the three-month birth control pills, so she wasn't due to get her period until the following month (well, technically it was five weeks from now), but it gave her an excuse right now to stop them from having sex in this moment. It was an excuse that would only last her a week, though. She'd have to figure out something later, but for now, she had an excuse.

"This is totally gross…like TMI, really, but it's that time of the month. I got it this morning." She grimaced, looking away from him. "I'm not exactly into, well, you know during my you know." He started laughing, resting his forehead against her shoulder. "It's not funny, Jesse. It's embarrassing."

"It's not embarrassing. You're a girl. It's normal. It's your body's way of saying 'congrats! You're not pregnant! Here's some cramps!'" She snorted, shaking her head.

"Be happy that I'm in the mood to make out, because usually the girls and I refer to this time as shark week."

"Shark week?" He cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah, as in during this time of the month, I turn into a vicious, blood-thirsty creature that goes for the jugular any time I get pissed off." She smiled at him.

"Well, that's frightening…" He patted her left hip. "I'm kind of scared for my junk…"

"No need to be scared." She rolled her eyes, leaning forward to kiss him. After a few moments, she kissed her way towards his ear, speaking softly to him. "I know I said I'm not into having sex when I have my period, but you're just so fucking hot. I need something." She rolled her hips against him, groaning at the feel of his body between her legs. Oh, yeah…she needed this. Badly. "I need you…" She said, biting down on his earlobe. He groaned, jerking his hips against hers.

"Shit, Beca…" Jesse muttered, burying his fingers into Beca's hair and guiding her lips back to his. The kiss was rough, just how she liked it. After a few moments, he broke the kiss, pushing her off of his lap and onto the couch next to him. She pouted, but her pout was replaced with a moan as he pushed her onto her back and pulled her shirt up, revealing her stomach. He leaned over, pressing a kiss against the skin above her bellybutton. He kissed his way up her stomach as he pushed her shirt higher until he nibbled slightly on the inside of her right breast, which was covered by a light pink bra. She moaned, arching her body into his mouth. He pulled back, helping her to sit up again so that he could pull her top and bra off. She grabbed his shirt, tugging at it, and he sat back, helping her pull it over his head. He immediately reached for his belt, and she froze, watching as he unbuckled it and yanked it from the loops of his jeans. He glanced up, seeing her hesitate. "No sex, I promise. I just don't want to risk hurting you."

She opened her mouth to respond, but she was distracted by him pressing his body against hers. His lips locked with her lips, and his hands began massaging her breasts. She moaned, arching her body off of the couch and flush against his. She felt the beginnings of his erection through his jeans, so she shifted her legs open, wrapping one leg around his waist. He grinned against her mouth, rocking his hips against hers. God, this is what she needed. It was as close to sex as she could get until these stupid ninety-one days were up. She squeezed her leg tighter around his waist, meeting his hips with hers as he rocked against her. The friction against her barely covered lower half (it's why she chose leggings; they were basically glorified underwear…she also chose to wear no underwear underneath him, but he didn't need to know that) was heavenly. She wished that it could have been his body, nude against hers. He fumbled between them, pulling away from her body slightly. She broke the kiss, looking down to see that he had unsnapped the button of his jeans and yanked down the zipper. She could see the swell of his erection peeking through, covered by his boxers. She bit her lip, looking up at him, seeing that he was studying her. She immediately grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him, rocking her hips against his.

She moaned into the kiss, because it felt ten thousand times better to his pants undone—she felt his erection against her so much more clearly. She cried out, rocking her hips even harder against his, wrapping her other leg around his waist to bring him closer. He groaned against her lips; the fingers of one hand found her breast, while the other slid underneath her to grab at her butt, pulling her tighter against him. In the back of her mind, she realized that her bra was still on. They had never taken it off. She pushed at his chest, breaking the kiss. He stilled his hips, staring down at her in confusion. "Bra," she told him, resting all of her weight on her elbows as she raised her upper half slightly. He quickly reached behind her, fumbling with the clasp. Once her bra was undone, she fell back onto the couch, allowing him to yank her bra off of her body. His lips returned to hers, while his hands returned to their previous places. She moaned into the kiss, jerking her hips against his when he rolled one of her nipples in his fingers. He used her arch to squeeze her butt, pulling her lower half firmly against his, grinding against hers. They found a rhythm once again, and it was so glorious and frustrating at the same time, because she wanted to have real sex with him, not simulated sex through their clothing. She broke the kiss, kissing her way down his neck to suck on his collarbone. Her entire body was vibrating, especially after his mouth found the nipple of her untouched breast. She gasped as he rocked his hips even harder against hers, sucking harder on her nipple, squeezing her butt, and kneading her breast. All of the sensations were building to what was going to be a powerful orgasm, she was sure.

Beca cried out, squeezing her legs around Jesse's waist, her eyes clamped shut. Her hips were rolling constantly, rubbing her lower half against him almost as if they had a mind of their own. He kept up with her rhythm, switching his mouth from breast to breast. She felt how hard he was against her, and she couldn't wait to see his fully nude body up close, not hidden by the confines of clothing. She dug her nails into his back, squeezing her eyes shut, moaning into his neck as they sped up the rocking of their hips. God, this was perfect. She knew that she was going to orgasm…and soon. She slowed the grinding of her hips against him, guiding his face back up to hers. He seemed to notice the change of pace, easing back on his own rocking hips. He sucked on her bottom lip, nibbling lightly at it as he slowly rubbed his erection against her. "I'm so close, Jesse…I don't wanna come yet." She said against his cheek. "Don't let me come yet."

"Of course, babe." He said, kissing her hard and stopping the rocking of his hips all together. Instead, he put almost all of his weight onto her, keeping her from grinding against him. He then pulled back enough to begin playing with her breasts, using his hands and his mouth, making her shiver and jerk to the best of her ability, considering he was lying on top of her. After a few moments, she started to recede from the precipice of her orgasm, and she decided she needed more again.

"I need more. Please, Jesse." She scrapped her nails along his back, hoping that it would spur him into action again. He ground his waist against hers, and she moaned, arching her body into his. It didn't take long for the friction of his lower half on hers to build up, getting her to the edge once again. They began to roll their hips against each other at a frantic pace. She froze when she tumbled over the edge, crying out. It was the most blissful orgasm, way more powerful than the one he gave her the night before, probably because it was as close to sex as they could get. He continued to rock against her until he stilled, moaning into her neck, and she knew that he had finished, too. He collapsed on top of her for a moment, his face buried into her neck, while she ran her hands up and down his slightly damp back; she wasn't even grossed out by the perspiration that had beaded on both of their bodies, and sweat always grossed her out.

"Alright, you gotta let me up…" Jesse muttered into Beca's skin. "I haven't come in my pants like that since I was a kid, and I'd forgotten how uncomfortable it is when it's over." She chuckled, running her hands up his back to cup his cheeks. She guided his lips to hers, kissing him heatedly before pushing his face away.

"You go clean up first. I need a moment to regain the feeling in my legs. For some reason, they turn into jelly with you." She closed her eyes, rolling her head on the throw pillow, getting comfortable.

"Fuck, you can't do that!" He complained, making her open one eye to study him. He was grimacing as he sat back on the couch, pulling his jeans back onto his hips from where they had fallen down during their frenzy. She could see the darkened outline on his boxers, evidence of his orgasm. She bit her bottom lip, making him groan again.

"What am I doing?"

"Getting me even more turned on." He grabbed his shirt from the floor, cursing under his breath while he reached for it, and then he tossed it onto her chest. She sat up, pulling the shirt over her head.

"Better?"

"Much. Bathroom?" He asked, and she pointed towards her room.

"Through my bedroom." He nodded his head and gathered his pants in his hands. He stood up, and the grimace on his face made her chuckle. He half-waddled, half-ran through her bedroom before slamming the door to her bathroom shut behind him.

Beca laughed, standing up and stretching out her lips. She didn't feel anywhere as uncomfortable as Jesse did, but that didn't mean that she found the dampness between her legs pleasant either. She walked into her bedroom, digging through her drawers for a pair of men's boxers that she had bought to sleep in. She figured that they would fit Jesse—maybe they'd be a tad bit tight—so that he could have something to change into. She also grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a pair of underwear to change into when he exited the bathroom. She knocked on the door to her bathroom. "Jess, I've got a pair of boxers you could change into." He pulled the door open and stuck his head. The look he gave her made her bite her lip; jealousy looked adorable on him, she thought. "They're mine. I bought them to sleep in." She held them out to him. He took them and immediately shut the door.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and he walked out with a balled up pair of damp boxers in his hand. She sucked on her bottom lip, trying to not smile. "Not funny, Mitchell. I feel like I'm back in high school. If it weren't for the fact that you asked for it, that wouldn't have happened."

"Of course." She pointed to her hamper. "You can put them in there. I'll wash them. I've got some beer in the fridge if you want one. I'm gonna change." She said, holding up the ball of clothes in her hands. He gave her a kiss on the lips on the way past her, dropping his boxers in the hamper on his way. She immediately headed into the bathroom, pulling off her leggings to clean herself up, washing her hands when she was done. She pulled on her clean clothing and then reached for a cotton swap to clean up her smeared eye makeup, dabbing a little concealer under her eyes when she was done. She put the cotton swab in the trashcan, thankful that it came with a miniature dome lid to hide its contents. She figured that he wouldn't snoop through her trashcan to see if there was evidence that she did in fact have her period, but without that lid, it would have been obvious that she didn't. Then, she would have some explaining to do. She grabbed her dirtied leggings from floor and walked back into her bedroom, tossing them into the hamper.

She found him bent over and looking at the contents of her fridge. It had taken him that long to find the beers? She shook her head when she saw to opened beers lying on the counter near her sink. "What are you doing?" She asked, stifling the chuckle when he jumped. He glanced over his shoulder at her, with his eyes narrowed, and she did her best to wipe the grin off of her face.

"I'm looking for something we could pig out on. Did you finish our leftovers from last night already?" She shrugged.

"A girl's gotta eat." He rolled his eyes, turning back to her fridge. He tossed the wrapped packages of cheese and ham slices onto her counter and then reached back into the fridge. He closed the door of the fridge with one hand, her tub of butter in the other hand, and a jar of dill pickles tucked between his chest and the crook of his elbow. "What's the butter for?"

"Lube." He joked, making her laugh out loud. He shook his head. "No, not really. I make super awesome, beyond amazing grilled ham and cheese sandwiches. Do you have any tomato soup, or are we just doing sandwiches?"

"No soup, but I got bread." She walked over to the drawer where she kept a bag of bread. She pulled it out and tossed it onto the counter beside the cheese and ham. She then pulled the frying pan out of her oven and set it on top of the stove burners on its top.

"You store your pans in your oven?"

"You're lucky I even have that at all." She said, pointing at the kitchen appliance. "I survive off of sandwiches of the non-grilled variety, ice cream, cereal, and take out. Oh, and alcohol. Lots of alcohol."

"Of course you do." He shook his head. "Remind me to make you dinner sometime." She hummed to herself, leaning against the counter as she watched him cut a large piece of butter and put it into the pan.

"This doesn't count as making me dinner?"

"Nope. I mean really cook you dinner." He said, watching the butter melt as he quickly made two sandwiches of cheese and ham. He dropped the sandwiches into the pan, letting them sizzle as the butter browned the bottom slices of the bread. He reached for some plates, putting them beside the pan. He then grabbed a spatula to press the top of the sandwiches down into the pan. She bit her lip, watching him. There was definitely something sexy about a man who could cook, even if it was to just make a grilled ham and cheese sandwich.

Beca reached for the jar of pickles and opened it, grabbing one with her fingers. They were the sandwich style pickles, so they were long and kind of thick. She innocently brought it up to her mouth, sucking a little of the juice off of it as she watched him. He was eyeing her as he carefully flipped the sandwiches over in the pan, and she smiled at him. He narrowed his eyes at her. "What?"

"You're mean." He told her, and his voice was deep and gravely. She bit down on the top of the pickle, smirking. "And evil." He shook his head as she munched on the pickle.

"It's so much fun to mess with you, Swanson."

"Just you wait, Mitchell."

"I'm so looking forward to whatever way you're gonna punish me." He groaned, making her laugh.

"You said that on purpose! You knew my mind was immediately going to go to Donald and what Stacie told you."

"So, you're not into the whole spanking thing?" She asked him, popping the last of the pickle into her mouth. He glanced at her as he turned off the flame. "I'm just curious. For future reference."

"Depends on who's doing the spanking." He grinned as he plated the sandwiches, using the spatula to cut them in half. He held one out to her, which she took. "Alright, being totally serious and honest, but I could be cool with a light taps here and there. Not into what Donald's into doing to Stacie."

"Yeah, I'm totally not into that either." She shook her head. She chewed on her bottom lip, studying him. "Light taps…like when we were playing mini golf?" He nodded his head. "I guess I could be okay with that…not like every time or anything."

"Done." He held his hand out to her to shake.

"Done." She bit into her sandwich and smiled. "This is really good, Jess. I just might let you make something else for me in the future." He took a big bite of one half of his sandwich, making her grimace. "Seriously? That's gross. You're gonna be done your sandwich in four bites." He responded with popping the rest of the half into his mouth and smiling as he chewed it. She shook her head, taking another bite of her sandwich. When she finished chewing, she spoke again. "I'm no dainty eater, but at least I don't look like a pig who eats an entire sandwich in four bites. You're disgusting." She walked over to her table and sat down, sipping her beer before digging into the sandwich.

"I make a mean sammy." He said, sitting down beside her at the table.

"So, tell me about you and Benji. You know that the girls and I met in college and became friends, so what about you and Benji?" She pulled her feet up onto the chair, wrapping an arm around her legs while she sipped her beer.

"Benji and I were roommates our freshman year of college. He wasn't exactly what I was expecting a roommate to be like." Jesse laughed, running his fingertip around the mouth of his bottle. "His half of the room was covered in Star Wars everything. Like, posters, bedding, a light saber, a Darth Vader mask, the list goes on. And, he wore a long black cape." He shrugged his shoulders. "Then, I found out that he was into close-up magic. He whipped a gerbil out of his pocket. A gerbil that had been in his pocket for several days, apparently." He shook his head. "As weird as he was, I was cool with it. There were worse things than a roommate who was into close-up magic and Star Wars. I could definitely roll with it. I loved Star Wars—a fantastic musical score. He was also one of the nicest people I'd ever met. We lived together all four years of undergrad. Then, he moved out here, but I stayed in New York and went to grad school."

"And you moved in with him when you moved here two years ago?" She took a bite of her sandwich. He took a big gulp of his beer.

"No, I moved in with him a little over a year ago—thirteen months to be exact." He looked down at his empty plate. "I needed a place to crash, and he had a spare room, because he and his roommate became more than just roommates. Todd's a nice guy. Totally didn't see it coming, but they make a good couple."

"So you live with your best friend and his boyfriend? That's gotta be awkward." He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.

"It can be, but why do you think I like hanging out here with you? I give them some alone time, and I get to get some alone time with you. A win for everyone." She rolled her eyes finishing up her sandwich. She grabbed the plates and carried them to the sink. She began washing them, smiling when she felt him come up behind her.

"You have a dishwasher. Why are you hand-washing them? I want some more of your attention before you kick me out for the night." He said into her neck as he pressed a kiss there. She squirmed.

"I already told you. I primarily live off of take out, so I don't usually use my plates. Why have them sit in the dishwasher and grow mold?" She grimaced.

"Gross. By all means, wash away." Jesse told Beca. She continued to wash the plates, frying pan, and spatula. It got much more difficult as time went on, however, because he stood right behind her, kissing her neck or sucking on her ear lobe as he massaged her hip bones. She dropped the pan into the sink, when he slipped his hands beneath his shirt, and he began to stroke her bare sides.

"You're distracting me." She complained.

"I never said I was going to be good while you cleaned up." He said into her ear. Her eyes clamped shut, and her head lolled back onto his shoulder, when his hands cupped her breasts. She dropped her dish rag and the spatula, turning off the water. She turned around in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. She pressed her lips to his, moaning against his lips when he pressed her against the sink.

"We've been here before." She told him when he broke the kiss and buried his face into her neck, nipping at the skin there.

"I can't help it. I like distracting you while you're at the sink." He chuckled, making her roll her eyes. He picked her up, and she wrapped her arms around his waist. He moved her over to set her down on the counter. He stared into her eyes for a few moments before leaning over to kiss her. She deepened the kiss, running her hands through his hair before she dropped one of her hands to rest grip the countertop. She leaned her weight back on the hand, cursing when she smacked her elbow against the jar of pickles that they had left out. Cool pickle juice splashed her arm. "Shit! Are you okay?" He asked, grabbing her arm and raising it carefully to check it.

"Yeah, I just bumped it. It's mainly sticky." She chuckled. "I think we should take the kissing to the couch…to avoid more serious injuries."

"That sounds like a good idea." He helped her down from the counter. While he put away the jar of pickles, she cleaned up her elbow. They walked back over to the couch, immediately falling back into each other's arms. After a few moments, she broke the kiss.

"Just a head's up. I don't have any more clean pairs of boxers available, so we might not want to go all out…unless you're into going commando." She told him, earning a grin.

"I could be cool with it for the ride home." He told her, immediately pulling her lips back to his.

Author's Note: The part about shark week comes from the brilliant mind of thecurlingiron during one of our recent PMs. I had to include it. It was the perfect excuse for Beca to stop them from going past the grinding phase, and it is so hilarious to refer to that time as "shark week." Love it! Thank you, brain twin!

Also, it was SUPER hard to write about dry humping. I hope that this chapter wasn't a pile of crap, because of it. There's only so many ways you can say: "they rubbed their junk against each other until they got off." Sheesh. I'm super sorry for it!

I hoped you enjoyed a little more talk with the girls, and we finally met Evan! Yay! How cute was it that he was trying to invite Jesse out to hang out with him and Tom. Thank goodness that Chloe's brilliant and distracted him. Beca would have FREAKED out over Evan, Tom, and Jesse hanging out with each other.

The end of the semester is coming up, so I won't be able to post again next week. Possibly the week after that? Let me know what you all thought about this chapter!