Jesse was playing with a flash drive between his fingers as he stepped out of the elevator. He finished editing the music video and wanted to show it to Beca. He couldn't understand why she trusted him to do a good job at something he hadn't done in years. He's a composer: Film-making was more or less of a hobby. He liked doing it but it wasn't what he ideally wanted to do for a living. Bar-tending wasn't what he wanted to do either but it paid the bills, barely.

He headed towards Beca's office. Thanks to the glass windows, he saw that she wasn't there so he pulled his phone, to text her.

"She's in the studio."

Jesse looked up and saw Matt walk his way. He slowly nodded and looked back at his phone's screen.

"C'mon, I'm going there," Matt nodded for Jesse to follow him.

Jesse stuffed his phone in his pocket and took Matt's lead.

"No thanks," Jesse declined when Matt offered him M&Ms.

Matt reached for the door and walked in, leaving it open for Jesse who closed it behind him. He watched Matt walk to Beca then rested his hand on the panel in front of her, "I come bearing great news," he told her.

"What?" she leaned against her chair, turning to face him.

"My team got Mae booked to perform in a late night show," he smiled.

"That's awesome."

"There's more," he straightened up.

"Yeah?" Beca got up and walked to the table to grab a bottle of water and saw Jesse standing by the door, waiting for her to notice his presence. He gave her a small smile when she did.

"Her single is charting," he nodded at the booth where Mae was currently recording a song.

Hearing Matt's words, she turned on her heels to face him. "Already?" she asked in surprise.

"It's a damn good song and the guys at promotion are doing a great job," he shrugged.

"This is awesome!" she grinned and ran her fingers through her hair before she looked at the booth.

"It is," Matt agreed.

Mae noticed Beca's expression and stopped singing to ask, "What's going on?"

"Your song is charting," Beca answered her after pushing the button that allowed her to talk to the person in the booth.

"No way!" she took off the headphones.

"Yes way," Matt told her as he pressed the button then chuckled when Mae paced out of the booth.

"Can I hug you?" she asked Beca.

Beca let out a small laugh and nodded, extending her arms for her.

Jesse tried not to look like a creep as he watched them hug: it was hard not grin at the look on Beca's face as she got squashed into a hug by a much taller girl.

The grin vanished when Mae pulled Matt into the hug as well. He had no problem with the hug in itself: they were happy 'cause charting meant money which meant more chances to not shut the branch down. But the fact that Matt's hand was sneakily grabbing Beca's ass was making it hard for him not to walk up to them and break the hug.

Lucky for him, Beca broke the hug and stepped back.

"Let's take five, shall we?" she told Mae.

"Yeah, I need to call mom and tell her," Mae nodded and turned on her heel, looking for her bag.

"Oh, hey, Jesse," Mae said noticing Jesse. "I didn't see you there," she added.

"Congrats," he told her and walked up to her pulling her into a half hug.

"Thanks," she thanked him, pulling away.

"What's up, Swanson?" Beca asked when he met her gaze.

"I finished editing the music video," he showed her the flash drive.

"I'm gonna go check this out and be back. Make that five a fifteen," she told Mae who nodded.

Jesse followed Beca out of the studio and found himself pacing after her. The minute they reached her office, Jesse quickly drew the curtains while Beca closed the door before he pinned her against a wall and pressed his lips against hers.

She grinned kissing him back and wrapped her arms around his neck, gripping his hair and bringing him closer to her.

"What's this about?" she breathlessly said once he pulled away.

Jesse shrugged and stepped back, deciding not answer her.

She chuckled and extended her arms to calm his hair down. "You're jealous," she told him then pressed her lips against his, kissing him, and pulled away before things escalated: They were at her work place and they weren't having sex yet anyway so she'd be left with an itch that won't go away until she dry humped the shit out of him or dealt with it on her own.

"You finished editing the music video, huh?" she asked, walking away from him and taking a seat on her office chair.

"Yeah," he nodded and tossed the flash drive for her to catch then ran his fingertips on his lower lip that she nibbled roughly as they kissed. He knew she wanted more and wasn't saying anything because she respected his wishes. He could see how badly she wanted him and was sure she was aware of much he wanted her too yet he was still scared of what would happen after they do the deed.

"Nice," Beca looked up from the screen after she finished watching the music video and cut his train of thoughts.

"You like it?" he asked.

"Yeah," she nodded. "A lot," she added, reaching and pulling a draw open. She pulled a flash drive and made a copy of the music video in it.

"My favorite thing about the whole thing is your t-shirt," she told him as she stood up.

"It looked great on you," he smiled and walked to her then threw his arm over her shoulder from behind as she grabbed the phone.

He placed a kiss on her head and sat down on her office chair before he guided her to sit on his lap as she talked on the phone with someone from promotion department about the music video.

"When will it be up?" he asked her once she leaned against his chest after finishing her phone call.

"In a couple of days," she held on to his arm that was around her chest.

He squeezed her shoulder and placed a kiss on her temple.

"You got any plans for tonight?" he asked.

"No," she answered.

"Come over later?"

She tilted her head to look at him and smiled at the grin he had on his face. "Okay," she leaned in and pecked his lips.

"I should let you go now," Jesse said.

"Yeah," she smiled tightly. "I have to drop the music video off at promotion."

"See you tonight," Jesse placed a kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Hi," Jesse smiled when he unlocked the door then leaned in to kiss her. She cupped his cheek and kissed him while they walked into the apartment.

She expected him to pull away like he always did but he didn't so she kept kissing him and dropped her bag to cup his face.

Jesse eased out of the kiss and placed his hands on hers.

"Close your eyes," he told her.

"Huh?"

"Close your eyes," he repeated.

"Okay," she closed her eyes.

Jesse removed her hands and helped her take off her coat. "Don't peak," he told her.

"I won't," she answered in anticipation.

He placed his hands on her waist and walked her further into the apartment.

"Okay, open your eyes," he said. "I've been wanting to take out for dinner but you've been busy and I couldn't find a place that would leave me broke on the days that you wouldn't be super busy," he scratched the back of his head watching her eye the dinner he made for her.

Beca tilted her head to look at him. "I love it," she leaned up and kissed him.

"You really mean that?"

"Yes," she smiled at him.

He grinned and pulled the chair for her.

"I'm gonna wash my hands first," she told him.

"Okay," he nodded and watched her walk away.

"How was work?" he asked once she came back.

"Work's great," she told as she took a seat. "I really hate to jinx it but we're going to hit 250 soon."

"That's amazing, Beca," he told her as he pushed her seat.

"Thanks," she watched him walk around the table he set in the middle of his living area.

"Then what happens?" he asked, taking her plate and serving her salad first.

"Then I'll go to L.A. and beg them to help us distribute on a large scale— granted the albums aren't by any means finish but one of the executives gave me his word that he'd help out," she took the plate from him.

"I'm proud of you, Bec."

"I'm really proud of you too," she reached for his hand and interlocked their fingers. "Two weeks without alcohol is something you should be proud of," she added, seeing that he didn't seem to believe her.

He nodded and squeezed her hand.

"Still haven't decided which one of your parents you're going to spend Christmas with?" he asked, picking up his fork.

"Neither one of them," she answered.

"Why?" he asked as he pushed tomatoes aside.

"Matt asked me to go to his family annule party with him," she told him and watched him as he put down the fork and looked up.

"I'm only going 'cause there will be a lot of important people that I wanna meet."

Jesse nodded then looked down at his plate.

"Jesse, you don't have to worry about anything," she said.

"I'm not worried," he went back to pushing tomatoes aside. "I trust you. It's him that I don't trust," he brought a forkful of salad to his mouth.

"Jesse, I'm not an idiot," she paused. "I know why you got jealous at work today," she started to say and watched him look up. "He grabbed my ass," she put down the fork down and rested her arms on the table.

"Can we please talk about something else?" he asked.

"No. Not yet. Jesse, you don't think I let him get away with it, do you?" she asked. "I talked to him. He played dumb, of course, but he understood that he can't just grab my ass."

"He's an ass," Jesse said.

"That he is," Beca agreed. "But I like being friends with him. He's a good friend."

Jesse scoffed at what she said.

"He's my Kate," she slowly added. "How's the lovely neighbor?" she asked. "Wait, I don't wanna know," she shook her head when he was about to answer.

"Salad's great," she sucked her teeth.

Jesse leaned forward and eyed her empty plate.

"Shut up. I skipped lunch," she told him when he arched his eyebrows in surprise.

"Okay," he chuckled and reached for the pan's lid.

"Meatloaf, awesome," she said when he removed the lid.

"Plate please?" he extended his arm.

After serving her, Jesse found himself grinning as he watched her eat.

"Stop watching me and eat," she mumbled.

"I don't wanna get full," he paused. "There's still desert coming."

"What, you made us cake or something?" she asked, mumbling.

"Or something," he winked.

She nodded, swallowing, before she got what he meant.

"Dude, I can't let you do that for me," she told him.

"Why? You're not on your period, are you?" he asked.

"You don't even let me give you hand job and you want me to let you go down on me? That's not fair to you."

Jesse blew a breath and looked away from her for a second.

"I'm trying. This is me trying," he looked back at her. "I wanna trust myself with you. I wanna lose myself with you. I would very much love to make love to you—I wanna to make you happy and you fulfill your needs. Let me do that the way I can for now, please," he held her gaze and clenched his fist, resting it on the table.

"We'll get there," she reached for his fist and unfisted it before she interlocked their fingers. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I'm sorry," she tightened her hold.

"If anyone should be apologizing, it's me for being such a wimp," he rubbed his forehead.

"Hey, look at me," she pulled his hand. "You're not a wimp," she said when he looked at her. "You said it yourself: you're trying," she got up and leaned over to place a kiss on his forehead.

"I'm proud of you, Jesse," she cupped his cheek.

He smiled weakly at her and watched her sit back.

"I love you," he told her.

"You too," she squeezed his hand and pulled away to resume her dinner.

After dinner, Jesse insisted he'd do the cleaning. Beca made sure she cleaned the table with him and put the leftovers in the fridge, leaving the dish washing for Jesse to do while she played with his dog.

"Is that Pink's bad influence your singing?" Beca asked as she walked to the kitchenette.

"Yep," he answered. "Singing about partying and drinking is oddly comforting," he told her.

"Well, that is odd," she agreed. He shrugged and continued singing.

Beca nodded along as he sang and started unbuttoning her shirt then bent down to untie her shoe laces.

"Whoa," Jesse exclaimed turning on his heels.

"You done with the dishes?" Beca looked up.

He nodded, eyes fixated on her chest that he couldn't wait to touch. "I—you," he stuttered.

"I know, I know," she nodded. "I'm not allowed near your dick," she stepped closer to him. "We'll get there," she smiled at him. "I know we will," she added throwing her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. He leaned in then frowned when she didn't let him kiss her.

"Your dog will start barking if he sees us," she looked around for Bender and saw him chewing his toy in the living area. "C'mon," she took his hand and started walking to his bedroom.

"Dinner was top notch," Beca said as she closed the door behind them. "I haven't eaten anything homemade in a while," she added, taking off her shirt and dropping it on the floor.

"I'm glad you liked it," he pulled her to him and exhaled loudly.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," she cupped his cheek.

"No, I got this," he nodded. "You need more than friction," he tilted his head and placed a kiss on her palm.

"I feel like a guy pressuring his high school girlfriend into prom sex," Beca chuckled. "Except I'm not a teenage boy," she leaned in and kissed him.

"And not a girl," he mumbled, grabbing her ass.

"Yeah," she scratched the back of his head.

He got her off three times then panicked when he let her grab his hard and jumped off of the bed, heading the en-suit bathroom and leaving Beca by herself in bed.

She ran her fingers through her hair then groaned laying down. She knew the whole no sex thing was more than what he claimed. It wasn't just about control. He truly was afraid of having intercourse with her. She tried to get him to talk to her about it and explain how he felt but he wouldn't.

She heard him run the shower so she figured she'd wear something and call it a night.

Wearing back her panties and a clean t-shirt of his she found, Beca unlocked the door and stepped out of his bedroom.

"Hey buddy," she bent down when Bender came running to her.

"Who's a good boy?" she asked the dog while she scratched its head then chuckled when it barked.

"Yep," she nodded and got down on her knees, "You're a good boy," she cupped the dog's face.

"Okay," she laughed, when he laid down, and started rubbing his belly.

She glanced at the bathroom door when she heard Jesse get out.

Freshly showered, he walked to his closet and got clean clothes to change into.

Beca stole glances at Jesse while she rubbed Bender's belly.

"He becomes clingy when I rub his belly for more than 5 minutes. You've been warned," Jesse said as he took a seat on the bed.

"I don't mind," she shrugged.

"I'm sorry," Jesse apologized as he watched her play with his dog.

Beca sighed and stopped rubbing Bender's belly who ran away the moment she stopped. She got up and walked to the bed then sat down next to him.

"You didn't do anything wrong, you have nothing to apologize for," she shrugged.

"I freaked out on you," he chuckled humorlessly.

"You took a chance and it was too soon," she wrapped her arm around his shoulder and pulled him to her.

"I really want to have sex with you," he paused. "It's just—" he shook his head. "Never mind."

"It's about the accident and how we slept together right after it," she said what she strongly believed had something to do with what was going on.

"I'm on birth control and you'd be wearing a condom," she stroked his cheek. "You won't knock me up," she placed a kiss on his cheek. "I can say that over and over again but it won't change whatever you have up here," she poked his head. "Jesse you need to see a therapist to work out this post trauma thing you got," she rested her forehead against his then got up and walked out of the room.

She came back less than a minute later, holding a checkbook and a pen.

"Beca, I won't take money from you," he told her.

"I'm not giving you money, don't worry," she looked up. "Jess, when you multiply 375 by 5 what do you get?" she asked.

"Um," he paused to do the math.

"Never mind, I'll use my phone," she shrugged and walked out of the bedroom then came back holding her phone.

Sitting down next to him, she put her phone aside then started writing down a check.

"This is a thousand and eight hundred and seventy five dollars," she tore the check from the book. "I'm paying for five pieces I'm going to use personally from the stuff you sold me," she held up the check.

"I told you that I won't take money from you."

"Well, I'm not giving you money: I'm paying you," she shrugged.

He shook his head and took the check from her and tore it.

"I won't take money from you," he repeated. "I've been saving up to go see one," he told then leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead.

Beca had been trying to make him see the importance of seeing a therapist and he wasn't against it he just had better things to spend money on. He worked extra shifts and made enough money to afford seeing one.

"I know you're just trying to help and you are helping a lot," he paused, taking her hand. "Without money."

"Have I told you how proud I am of you?" she asked after a beat.

He smiled at her and leaned in, kissing her tenderly and pulling away when her phone rang.

"Take it," he got up. "I'm gonna get you the actual desert for tonight," he told her.

"What's up, Matt?" Beca asked, picking up.

"I'm like 3 blocks away from your place, wanna hang?" he asked.

"I called it an early night," she climbed on the bed.

"Oh."

"Yeah," she watched Jesse walked back into the room, holding a plate full of cake.

"I have a couple of tickets for Calvin Harris' concert tonight," he told her.

"Ask Mae. I'm sure she'd like to go," she accept it the plate from Jesse and watching him climb the bed as well.

"Okay," he sighed. "I'll text her."

"Have fun. And, drink responsibly."

"Won't do. Night."

"Night," she chuckled, ending the phone call.

"Chocolate cake," she tossed her phone aside. "Is it dark chocolate?" Dark chocolate was her favorite.

"Is there any other kind of chocolate?" he asked, taking a forkful of cake from the plate he gave her.

"Not that I know of," she placed a kiss on his cheek.

AN: I'm surprised no one guessed what I'm planning on doing. I guess that's a good sign? Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter.

Next chapter would be during Christmas.

I'd very much like to hear thoughts so leave a review. Until next time, peace.