They're standing at the checkout counter when it starts. She glances over to the rack of magazines and points to someone famous declaring, "It is not fair for someone to be that talented and beautiful!"

"Are you being serious?" he asks.

"Yes. I mean look at her," she points at the magazine. It's bad enough that she's rich and famous, but this, no this is just unfair."

"You're beautiful Bec," he tells her, "And besides, these are professional photo shoots with makeup, and airbrushing, and carefully choreographed lighting, wardrobe, and sets. It isn't real life."

"You cannot stand there and tell me I'm beautiful like Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie. I mean seriously. They're gorgeous. I'm just average," she shakes her head.

"Beca," he says, loading up their food on the belt, "Nothing about you is or will ever be considered average."

"You have to say that, because you're my husband. And we're in that lovey-dovey newlywed phase of our marriage."

"Nothing about you is or will ever be considered lovey-dovey either," he jokes, and she punches him lightly in the arm. "Besides, it's a hell of a lot easier to look like that when you've got tons of money and can pay people to make you look gorgeous. Not everyone is naturally beautiful like you, Bec."

"Ha," she scoffs as she pulls out her credit card to pay for the food.

"Hey wait, doesn't Lilly do photography as a hobby? And can't Chloe do hair, makeup, and things like that?" he wonders aloud.

"Yes, what is your point?" she asks.

"I'm just saying, I think we could totally set up a glamour photo shoot for you. I bet you could look better than any of these women," he says.

"Yeah right. Wager?" she counters.

"If I win, you have to watch the entirety of the Godfather trilogy, and stay awake," he replies.

"And if I win, you have to drop movication for a month," she tells him, "And someone else has to judge. You'll be biased. How about Benji and Aubrey?"

"Ok, Benji and Aubrey will vote on who is hotter, you or Angelina Jolie, ok?" he grins at her, he knows he's already won.

Chloe is thrilled with the idea of dolling Beca up, and Lilly agrees to take the pictures. Jesse wants to be around for the photo shoot, but they all insist that he be surprised with the final product. "I don't want you to see them if they're horrible," Beca tells him.

"Don't worry," Fat Amy says to him, "I'll photo stream some of them to you while she's not paying attention," she winks.

And so on the big day, Jesse disappears for the afternoon to hang out with Benji, and the girls stay at the house. They start by dressing her only in black lingerie, handing her a robe, and proceeding to do her hair and makeup. They tone down her usual dark eye shadow, giving her only black eyeliner and a slight smoky eye look. They remove all of her earrings. They apply rosy pink lip gloss, and put on foundation to smooth out her already flawless skin. They flat iron her hair and tease it up, applying lots of hairspray to give it volume. When they're finished, they hand her a black blazer and tell her to put it on instead of her robe. On her feet are leopard print high heeled ankle boots with laces.

"Outside," Lilly orders, holding the camera.

"Dude, no," Beca replies, "Where are my pants?"

"You don't need any," Chloe tells her, "Why cover up those legs?"

"Now go lean up against the house," Lilly says, pointing to a painted white brick wall.

Chloe opens the front of the blazer, showing off Beca's cleavage and flat stomach nicely.

"Now give us a smoldering look!" Fat Amy yells from behind. "Come on, run your fingers through your hair! Imagine we're Jesse and you want us, bad!"

Beca laughs, and then does her best to give the camera a sexy look. She doesn't notice that Fat Amy is also snapping pictures with her cellphone.

Jesse's phone buzzes in his pocket just as he and Benji are getting into the car to head to their next destination. He sees that it's a photo from Amy and opens it, and as the image loads, his jaw drops.

"Holy shit," he tells his friend, and then turns the car in the direction of home.

Aubrey arrives just as they are making Beca change outfits. They give her more conservative black lingerie, and swap out the black blazer for a white cotton short sleeved sweater that reaches the tops of her thighs. They're making her pose with it wrapped around her in different ways when Jesse pulls up in the driveway.

"She can't know I'm here," he tells Benji, "Or she'll stop. And I don't want her to stop. Like, ever." But honestly, he's dying to see the live show.

His phone buzzes again with a new photo of her, and he can't take it anymore, he practically runs to the backyard. He rounds the corner of the house just as she's striking another pose, leaning up against the house with one leg propped up. His mouth goes dry.

"Holy shit," Benji echoes his earlier words, "That's your wife."

"That's my wife," Jesse repeats, unable to take his eyes off her.

"If you weren't my best friend, I'd really hate you right now, man," Benji whispers, and Jesse smiles. He's so going to win this bet.

"Ok, that's a wrap!" Lilly yells, and Jesse takes this moment to reveal that he is standing there. He runs over to his wife and her friends.

"Beca," he breathes when he reaches her, "You look amazing, stunning, there are no words."

"Thank you," she and Chloe say at the same time.

"When can I see the pictures?" he asks Lilly. They all go back into the house and Lilly hooks up her camera to the flat screen TV.

"Oh no! Just what I want to see, myself in high definition," Beca scowls. "Can I at least put on clothes?"

"I like you this way," Jesse whispers huskily into her ear before pulling her down on his lap in front of the TV.

Aubrey opens a shopping bag containing a variety of magazines with different celebrity women on the covers. "Ok, so we're comparing Beca to these," she says to Benji. "And then we'll decide who wins the bet."

Beca covers her eyes as the first of the photos begin appearing on the screen. Jesse grabs her hands and pulls them down, forcing her to look. "You're so sexy," he whispers low in her ear, so that only she can hear him.

Her friends are whistling as the images continue. And they're good, they're really good.

"You look hot, Beca," Benji tells her, a slight blush on his cheeks as Jesse elbows him in the side. Aubrey takes the whole thing very seriously, looking between the screen and the magazines spread out in front of her.

"Maybe we should make a few prints," Aubrey suggests, "So that we can really get an idea of what Beca would look like as a cover girl."

The girls and Benji go upstairs to the office to use the photo printer, leaving Jesse and Beca alone in the living room.

"I win," he says into her neck as he begins placing soft kisses on her exposed skin, and there is a lot of it.

She sighs, relaxing a bit into his touch, "Jesse, our friends are upstairs. They're coming back, you know."

"Yes, and as soon as they leave, I'm not letting go of you for the rest of the day," he tells her.

"Make an eight by ten of the best one for my office!" he yells up the stairs, and Beca elbows him.

"Dude, no!" her eyes shoot open wide, "You cannot have a picture of me like this anywhere, anytime."

"How about my cell phone background? My computer wallpaper?" he grins.

"No, and no!"

"How about if I have a t-shirt made with you on it?"

"No!"

"A mug? A motivational poster for the office lounge?"

"Jesse!"

"A billboard advertising your radio show?"

She kisses him then to shut him up, only pulling away when she hears their friends' footsteps descending the stairs.

They lay out the prints next to the magazines, and both Benji and Aubrey declare that Beca looks better than all of the other women. "You know what it is?" Chloe says, "She's just a natural beauty. Not obvious like Angelina or Jennifer, but more subtle. She manages to look cute and sexy at the same time. It's sickening really."

Beca blushes, and Jesse pecks her cheek with his lips. "The Godfather trilogy it is," he says triumphantly, and she groans.

Their friends leave not long after, and she heads upstairs to put on something more comfortable. "Not so fast there, Mrs. Swanson," Jesse calls to her from behind.

"If we're going to spend a million hours watching your movies, at least let me wear what I want," she tells him.

"Oh, we are not watching movies right now," he says, wrapping his arms around her from behind, "But I will definitely help you out of this and into something more comfy," and with that, he scoops her up and tosses her onto their bed before climbing in and hovering over her.

"My wife," he declares possessively, before kissing her breathless. And later, when their bodies are intertwined in the sheets, she loves him a little more for always thinking she's beautiful, and he loves her more for not realizing just how gorgeous she really is.

They may never be rich or famous, but they make each other feel like royals.

A/N: This chapter is named after the song Royals by Lorde. I'm also referring to the GQ pictures of Anna Kendrick, because they couldn't be ignored.