It was Friday; Beca was in Psych class and day dreaming about Jesse, as she had been for the past few days. She had been planning her revenge and knew exactly what she wanted to do, but didn't know how to execute it. After drifting off from the lecture for the seventh time to think about Jesse's amazing mouth, Beca gave up on trying paying attention at all. It was only when she thought she made a noise out loud that she realized she couldn't stay here anymore. She quietly grabbed her folder and notebook and shuffled out of the back of the classroom. Luckily, she liked to sit close to the back, and no one noticed her leaving.

Beca made her way to the radio station. She knew Jesse was working, as he didn't have a class in this time slot. It was really lucky for her, because now she could surprise him. When she looked through the door, he was sitting at the desk; presumably doing paperwork Luke was too lazy to do himself. Perfect. She smiled to herself as she pulled open the door to the shop and walked inside.

Jesse looked up in surprise and opened his mouth to say something, but Beca put her fingers to her lips. She ran over to him quietly and sat in his lap, looking around for Luke as she did so. She didn't see the blond guy anywhere, which was even more spectacular. She couldn't take any chances though; she had to be sure she knew where he was.

"Jesse," she whispered, playing with his ear, "Where's the Aussie?"

"He went out to get lunch a little while ago." He murmured quietly. "Why are you whispering?"

"I don't have to whisper anymore." She replied, leaning down to tongue his ear.

He grunted with pleasure, "Aren't you supposed to be in Psych class?" He muttered distractedly.

"Probably," Beca said innocently, sitting back so she could look at his face. "But I got bored and started thinking of you instead."

He pointed to himself, "Me?"

"Yep," she confirmed, popping the P out. "I was thinking of Thursdays night," she felt him shiver at the reminder, "and what you did for me. Then I realized it wasn't really a good idea to think about that in a public venue where anyone could hear me."

Jesse was becoming visibly flustered now. Beca could feel his cock growing hard under her and triumph began to fill her. She wiggled to get herself comfortable, knowing it would drive him crazy.

"Then I realized that I still wanted to do something for you." She continued in her innocent tone. "So I left and came to find you." Jesse must have realized where she was going with this, because his face looked pained.

"Great, Bec." He huffed, "Now I'm going to have to sit at this desk and try to hide from Luke or he's going to think I've got some weird fetish for paperwork. Or boring stuff. Once you go back to class I'm going to be left—"

Beca cut him off, "Oh, I'm not going anywhere. And you're going to use this desk to hide a lot more than a hard-on."

Before he could do anything to stop her, she slid underneath the desk, pulled the rolling chair he was sitting on towards her, and began to undo his buckle.

"Beca!" He hissed frantically, trying to pick her back up off the floor and keep his pants closed. Beca wouldn't have it. She batted his hands away, rocked up onto her knees—luckily the desk was tall—and unbuttoned his jeans. She fondled him through his boxers, making sure he was completely hard. "I'm so going to get fired for this." He whimpered, but all attempts to stop her had ceased. Beca had won.

"Oh god," he hissed as she pulled him from his boxers, cool air hitting his cock.

"You know," Beca said slyly, as she placed a kiss on the tip of his dick, "You're going to have to be quieter when Luke comes in. Or else he'll think something is going on." She punctuated this with a long lick up his length. He gripped the desk; she could see his thumb curling against the surface.

Beca began a more steady stream of suckling along his shaft, running her hands over him as well, still not taking him in her mouth. Her fingernails and tongue ran softly around the ridges. Her tongue pressed to a vein and he shuddered. Finally, after getting him worked up and as hard as she possibly could, she began taking him in her mouth. Still teasing, she sucked on the head and swiveled her tongue around it. He was grunting and trying to suppress his moans.

Beca slowly lowered her head farther down his length, relaxing her throat and going as far as she could. When she felt him hit the back of her mouth, she hummed deeply. Jesse whimpered and slid a hand down to his leg. Beca gripped it as she began to move her head faster, drawing yelps and grunts from him. He squeezed her hand tightly as her tongue moved along his cock.

Beca leaned back to catch her breath, releasing his cock from her mouth. She blew on his wet skin, making him shiver before taking the head back into her mouth. She paid plenty of attention to his head, suckling and running her tongue around it in circles. Once again, she pulled back and began stroking him with her hands. One hand fluttered down and cupped him through his jeans, her other hand moving quickly. She switched between light and fast and deep and firm. Her fingers twisted and feathered along the ridges of his cock.

When she noticed his increased breathing, she took him in her mouth once again. Her lips and her hands met as she stroked him in opposite directions. She sucked deeply, humming and making soft moans. She knew he could hear her and his hips soon started moving of their own accord. She held his hips down into the chair and slowly sucked his length into her mouth again. She gagged a little as his cock hit the back of her throat, but she kept going, knowing he was close. She hummed and used her tongue and pawed him through his pants.

Both his hands were now under the desk, scrabbling for something to hold onto as he got nearer and nearer to the edge. Beca grabbed his hands and guided them to the back of her head. His fingers instantly curled in her hair as he made gentle little thrusts into her mouth. She relaxed and allowed him to do so, working with him as he grew more erratic. With one final pulse, she grabbed him and pumped his shaft into her mouth. She sunctioned with her lips and squeezed her fingers until she felt his seed hit her tongue.

He shuddered, slowly stopped moving and pushed the chair back so he could look at her. She was pulling off of him slowly. Jesse's eyes rolled back a little as she pulled his very sensitive cock out of her mouth and smiled at him. His eyes grew wide when he noticed her tongue dart out to lick her lips. He panted down at her with a crazed look in his eye.

"You," he managed, "Are dangerous."

She chuckled, tucked him back in his pants and patted him fondly. "Payback's a bitch."

"I surprised him at work." Beca was telling Chloe, Amy and Stacie. She'd gotten used to telling them about these things. It was probably a really bad idea though. "Luke, our boss, was out luckily."

"What did you do?" Chloe asked interested.

"I just got under the desk—he was sitting in a chair—and went for it." She said lamely.

"Do you spit or swallow?" Stacie wanted to know.

"….swallow."

Amy laughed at her embarrassment. "So, when are you planning on having the actual rump-fest?"

Beca floundered for a while. She hadn't really thought of a specific time or place, she just knew she wanted to do something before they got to that point. "I don't really know. What I do know is that it can't be before break, I have something planned." The girls looked interested, so she continued. "I want to get a tattoo for him."

The girls shared a few conspiratorially looks. "I don't know Bec. That might not be a good idea." Chloe said uncomfortably. "What if you guys break up? I don't want to be the negative one here, but as your friend I have to tell you things you don't want to hear."

"Yeah, imagine being stuck with his face or his name on your body for the rest of forever." Amy chimed in.

"Oh! Jesus, I don't want that kind of tattoo! I want a script tattoo." The girls looked at her blankly. "Scripted… words. I want words. And not his name. I'm not stupid."

They made noises of realization. "So," Stacie piped up. "What do you want it to say?"

"Quand il me prend dans les bras, il me parle tout bas, je vois la vie en rose."

"God, you speak French? So hot. What's the saying mean? What's its significance?"

"It means: When he takes me in his arms and speaks to me softly, I see the world through rose-colored glass." The girls cooed over the meaning. "It's something I said to him after… I said to him last Thursday."

"Where's it going to be?" Amy asked. "Right above your twat?"

Beca slapped her arm playfully, "No! It'll be on my side. Jesus… pervert."

The girls all laughed. Chloe's phone chimed. "Oops, that's my mom. Gotta go girls."

Beca jolted as Chloe left the room. "That reminds me, I've got to talk to my mom as well. See you guys."

She began dialing her mom's number as she left the room, behind her Amy and Stacie were talking about menthols and blowjobs. Beca shook her head as she lifted the phone to her ear. "Hey mom? Yeah, can I come home for a few days when break starts? I've got to visit Rachel."

At the mention of her friend and tattoo artist, her mother moaned. "Are you going to get another tattoo? You already have, like, ten."

"I have four, soon to be five. Can I come home?" Beca pressed.

"Yeah, whatever." Her mom consented grumpily. Beca knew it was just an act; her mother would be thrilled to speak to her face to face. Especially about Jesse.

"Thanks! I've got to go and get my affairs in order. Bye mom, love you."

Now all she had to do was let Jesse know she couldn't go to his family's house with him. She was a little put out, but knew that it would be worth it when he saw his gift. She excitedly stuffed her phone into her pocket and went to see Jesse.

A/N: I'm going to skip over most of break. It won't be interesting for them to be apart, especially for two weeks. Yes, the break is two weeks. No worries, they will be reunited quite soon.