Sorry I've been taking so long. Again. I know, excuses. But I've been sick for the past few days and totally unmotivated. Still not better, but I have the down time to write.

Thanks to MissLiv, and TrainOfThought15 for the suggestions.

The following contains a quarrel, some bathtub sex, and a sexy drummer.

It was Friday, around 2:30, when Beca got out of her Calculus class and started walking through the quad to her dorm. Despite her apparent dislike of school, she was really good at math. And, although she was unwilling to admit it, she liked it as well. She liked that there were definite answers. She didn't have to analyze meanings or draw conclusions. The answers were straight cut, simple, and there. So she left her class in a good mood. And then she ran into her father.

"Hey Beca!" His voice rang through the nearly empty quad and she stopped in her tracks.

She turned and waited for him to catch up, but didn't go to meet him. "Yeah?" She tried to keep her tone bright.

"Sheila invited you and Jesse to come to dinner this Saturday night." Beca groaned internally. She didn't want to be with her step-monster, especially with Jesse. Although she'd been attempting to be nicer to the woman, it didn't stop her from grabbing at the opportunity to turn down the offer.

"I can't. Sorry, dad, but the Bellas and the Trebles are going down to a lake this weekend. We're leaving tomorrow morning." She tried to sound disappointed, but obviously her dad didn't buy it.

"Look, Beca; I know you don't really like Sheila that much, but she is trying to be cordial. Coming to dinner is the least you could do. You don't need to make these excuses."

"I'm not making an excuse. We've already made plans and booked cabins. I've been looking forward to this trip for a week now." Beca explained, a little frustrated that her father didn't believe her.

"Beca, you have been ignoring Sheila for the last five years. She is being kind—" his voice cut off and he was looking at his daughter's neck. Suddenly, Beca's face got hot. She knew what he was looking at. "Are those hickeys?"

His voice was calm, but Beca knew that was a false cover. Dr. Mitchell was angry.

"Dad, let me explain—"

"What are you going to explain to me?" He exploded, his voice a prominent sound in the quiet area. "Those are—unexplainable. Rather, they need no explanation. Is this what you've been doing with that Jesse boy?"

"Dad, he's not just some boy. I've known him for a while—we've been dating for over two months!" Her protests fell on deaf ears.

"No daughter of mine should be out in public with marks like those." He hissed, as if he just realized the volume he had reached. "You shouldn't even have them. You're too young to be doing anything involving… that!"

Beca raised an eyebrow at her dad. "Funnily enough, I don't think your opinion matters. No dad, don't interrupt. I—like Jesse. I really, really like him. I am eighteen years old and so is he. We are both of legal age and I don't live under your roof, so you have no right to tell me what to do. Tell Sheila that I'm sorry, but I have other plans. We can schedule some other time."

With that, Beca walked away. Her father didn't not yell or call after her, but she was seething. She couldn't believe her father had acted the way he did. He had no right to boss her around like that. She was legally an adult, and he treated her like a child!

She was so angry, she didn't realize where she was walking. She'd walked directly to the Treble house and inside. The boys all gave her a wide berth, noticing the glare on her face. She shook her head to clear it, walked upstairs, and found Jesse's room.

"Hey, if it isn't—oh. What's wrong?" He sobered when he saw her face and crossed arms.

"My dad sucks." Beca answered curtly, simply standing in the doorway with a sour expression.

"Oh." Jesse floundered a bit, not knowing what to say. "What happened?"

Beca flopped down on his bed, face down and scowled into his pillows. "He yelled at me because he noticed my hickeys." Her reply was muffled.

Once he'd worked out what she'd said, he responded with a long "ohhh."

She flipped over angrily and glared at the ceiling. "He has no right to treat me like a kid! He has no reason to be so upset about my choices!"

"Well," Jesse said after a moment of quiet. "You are his daughter. It's probably normal to be upset when you learn that kind of thing about your kids."

Beca was flushed. "No, he has no right!" She snapped at him, "He's the one who walked out on us!" She visibly paled. Jesse did not answer; he just pulled her into his arms and held her. After a pulse, she relaxed in his arms.

Jesse ran his fingers along her back. He kneaded the notches of her spine and scratched lightly. She shivered, chin resting on his shoulder. "I'm sorry I yelled at you." She whispered into his ear.

"It's okay."

"No… it's not. I shouldn't have yelled at you." She pulled back and smiled. "But thanks for trying to make me feel better about it."

"Anything for you." He leaned over and rubbed their noses together.

"Anything?" She asked, knowingly.

"Now that's dangerous." He said, repeating words he had said to her weeks ago.

She laughed, swung her legs off of the bed, and sauntered to the door. "You stay there, I'll be right back." She called to him, just before walking into the hallway.

She quickly made her way to the bathroom, running the water for the Jacuzzi. Her mind was quickly forming a plan, so she set the water on the right temperature, made sure the jets would stay off, and set out a few towels. When she walked back to Jesse's room, he was lying down, staring at the ceiling. And he was fidgeting.

She shimmied out of her clothes and slowly and quietly walked up to him, straddling his legs. He jumped when he felt her body on his. Her hands ran over his chest and up to his shoulders, down his arms and to the hem of his shirt. She lifted it about halfway and mouthed at his stomach. She used her tongue to trace the arrow of hair that led into his pants. Her lips gifted kissed over the quivering stomach muscles. She kissed her way up to his mouth, leaving a present in the form of her tongue gliding over the seam of his lips.

She stopped by his ear and whispered, "Come to the bathroom. Leave your clothes."

She got off the bed and heard Jesse scrambling behind her. She smiled to herself as she walked to the bathroom. She shut the water off just as Jesse came into the room. He walked over to her where she was bent over the tub testing the water, his arms coming around her body like metal bands. One hand runs down to tease her and she goes limp against him, her head lolling against his shoulder. After a moment of delicious pressure building in her stomach, she pulled away.

"No, I'm doing something for you. For yelling at you." Beca said stubbornly.

"You don't have t—"

"I want to. Then you can do something for me." Jesse raised his eyebrow, but Beca shook her head and locked her lips. Then she smiled and gestured to the water. He climbed in and lay against the wall of the tub, watching her intently. She noticed his shudder as the warm water closed around him, taking delight in his arousal.

She stepped into the water and he held his arms out for her. She ignored them, got on her knees between his legs and sucked his cock into her mouth. She was slightly underwater, so she took care not to inhale at all. When she pulled back, water dripped from her eyelashes and hair. Jesse's eyes were crazed and he bent to kiss her. She evaded him and grabbed some soaped. She ran her soapy hands along his body, pulling his length slowly. He grunted and his fist thrust up.

When he was not admonished, he continued that way, thrusting into her hand until she stopped him. His breathing had quickened and his chest was flushed, she knew he was getting close to the edge. Besides, the waves from his thrusts were getting high enough to spill over the side of the Jacuzzi.

She massaged him with her breasts, and when he saw what she was doing, she could almost hear his brain melting. She used her breasts and her mouth to bring him to boiling point. This time when she pulled away, with a look, she told him to stay where he was. She bit her lip nervously. She was planning something that she hadn't done often. It's not like she never touched herself, but it wasn't often. And she'd never done it front of someone else.

Slowly, almost tentatively, her hand rose to her breasts and she played with her wet skin. She bit her lip again and made eye contact with Jesse. He looked like his brain was going to dribble out of his ears any second. Her hands moved down her body and she caressed her legs and stomach under the water. She teased both him and herself before letting her fingers drift between her legs. She played around the edges, her sensitive inner thighs, stroking her slit slowly. Jesse's hand had struck up a slow rhythm along his length.

Empowered by this, Beca pressed her index and middle fingers into her clit and rubbed. She whimpered and Jesse's hand stuttered on its pathway. With one hand still playing with the weight of her breast and her nipples, she pressed one finger of her other hand into herself. Oh. It was different now. For some reason it was different. She hadn't masturbated since she had been with Jesse, so she didn't know if it was the lack of virginity/ newfound sensitivity or if it was the fact that he was watching, but oh.

"Jesse." She moaned brokenly. Her hand was moving faster and she was greedy. Her body soaked up all the pleasure it was receiving and she couldn't decide between staring at Jesse's hands, into his eyes, or dropping her head back and giving up at watching anything at all because oh.

There was so much feeling, and as she slipped another finger inside herself, she could hear Jesse. His breathing and his soft grunts floated across to her. And when he said her name her head did fall back against the tub, as if the word had cut the tension in her body. Yet, the tension was still there and it was building and burning and she was wet and in the water and oh!

She locked eyes with Jesse as she crooked her fingers and pinched her nipple. She was unraveling fast. She was a ticking time-bomb. She looked at him and saw he was too and she simply let one word go.

"Please."

It was a demand and a request all at once, and it was all either of them needed. And she cried out and he did too, and as soon as he was able, he splashed his way over to her. And they kissed and it was something beautiful. Beca looked at him and she saw that L-word shining in his eyes. She knew it was glinting in hers too. And she knew she did not have to say it. And that was beautiful.

They were sitting in Jesse's room and Beca was instructing him. After a thorough teasing from the boys about keeping the volume to a minimum, Beca decided to make loud noises in a different way. She brought out her computer, set up the microphone and picked up the right mix.

"I want you to listen to this. I've taken out the drums completely, but there's still an obvious time signature." She handed him the headphones. Before he put them on, she mentioned. "What I'm hoping you can do is find a beat in the song and play it. If not, we can pick on from another song that will fit. But I'd really like to hear one of yours."

He put the phones over his ears, nodding his head in time. After a minute or so, he took them off and nodded his head twice. "I think I've got one. Can you make it a singular audio track so you can delete it if you don't like it?"

Beca nodded, pulling the laptop closer so he could wear the headphones while he played. She started the song over, pressed play, and within seconds he was playing a complex beat. Loudly. The bass drum thudded through her body, as she was seated on the floor. She watched his muscles ripple and his body move to the beat. A smile spread across her face as she watched him lose himself in the music. It was glorious.

By the end of the song, his hair line was dappled with sweat and his collarbone glimmered. He put down his drumsticks and cleared his throat, trying to get Beca's attention. (She had been daydreaming while watching his movements.)

"Can we play it back?"

Beca nodded, patted the ground beside her, and unplugged the headphones. She restarted the tracks and played them together. Jesse's beat fit flawlessly, and her body thrummed along with the mix. She internally smiled at the little embellishments she caught through the recording. He hadn't faltered in the least bit. She clicked to combine the tracks.

"So… you liked it?" Jesse asked, tentative.

Beca turned to him and grinned. "It's perfect."

A/N: This is the next to last chapter. This is your warning people. Love you all. Thank you for your continued support.

Thank you to Determamfidd for giving me the L-word phrase. (It was featured in a previous story that was fan-fucking-tastic.)