Beca woke up with a sigh. Jesse had his arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly as if she was going to disappear the minute he let go. She liked being in his arms: He was a natural heating system. But having his hard-on pressed against her back was frustrating because he wouldn't let her do anything about it.

He pulled her closer to him and groaned in his sleep: she decided then that it was time to wake him up before he came in his sleep, knowing that he'd feel embarrassed if that happened.

She slipped her arm from his embrace and reached for his cheek and scratched his beard before she lightly tapped his cheek. "Jesse?" she called tilting her head to look at him. "Weirdo, get up."

Jesse inhaled deeply, waking up, then opened his eyes. He smiled at her then placed a kiss on her cheek before he registered the fact that his erection was pressed against her back.

"Jesus," he murmured, loosening his hold. "I'm so sorry," he apologized, sitting up and burying his face in his hands. "This is embarrassing," he spoke against his hands.

"It's not."

"It is," he looked up. "I was dreaming about you and you're with me in real life, how pathetic is that?" he asked.

"Given the fact that we haven't had intercourse in almost three months, not pathetic at all," she scouted closer to him and held his hands.

"One time, I fell asleep in the studio and had a very colorful dream about you," she paused. "That was embarrassing," she cleared her throat thinking back at how an intern woke her up thinking she was in pain when he heard her moan in her sleep while in fact it was just that the dream started to get intense. She let go of his hands and climbed on his lap.

"What were we doing in your dream?" she asked, throwing her arms around his shoulders and pecking his lips.

"We were laying down on the couch. You were on top," he told her.

She nodded and pushed him down gently until he laid on his back on the couch they fell asleep on before she climbed on top of him then looked at him expectantly.

"We were making out," he told her and watched her lean in and kiss him.

"You were playing with my hair," he mumbled between kisses and felt her fingers make their way into his messy hair.

"What else?" she breathlessly asked, pulling away to catch her breath.

"You laughed when I did this," he ran his hand up her side and tug up her t-shirt as he did then smiled when she laughed at the tickling sensation his hand movement caused. "Then you took off your t-shirt."

She sat up and took off her t-shirt, tossing it over the couch and started tugging up his t-shirt.

"Not yet," he shook his head and ran his hands up her sides.

"Now what?" she tsked.

"C'mere," he rubbed his thumb right under her bra. She nodded and leaned in. he tilted his head up and closed the distance between them, kissing her senseless and groaning when he felt her dig her nails in his scalp and grind against him. His natural reaction was dig his fingers in her thigh to keep her close to him as they made out while his other hand made his way up to palm her breast.

He pulled away to catch his breath then looked at the coffee table hearing her phone ring. He let go of her thigh to reach for her phone and hand it to her.

"It's mom," she paused. "She's probably going to guilt-trip me over not spending the holidays with her," she shrugged.

"Bec, take it," he smiled at her. She sighed and picked up.

"Hello mother figure," she greeted, resting her forearm on Jesse's chest then resting her head on it.

"I was just on the phone with your dad."

"Mhm?" Beca glanced up feeling Jesse's hand cup her butt with one hand and stroke her hair with his other hand.

"He told me that you're not going over to Atlanta."

Jesse leaned in and placed a kiss on her nose when she rested her chin on her forearm.

"I decided to spend Christmas in New York. I have a lot of work and—"

"—Beca, do not use work to get out of seeing your dad."

"Hold on a second," Beca frowned. "Why aren't you guilt-ing me over not coming to your place."

"Because I saw you a few months ago. Your dad on the other hand hasn't seen you in two years, Beca. TWO YEARS! He didn't even know you moved to New York until I told him."

"It slipped my mind to send him an update on my life," Beca grimaced.

"Beca, get a ticket and go to your dad's and get him a decent Christmas present which means no socks."

"Would a sex doll do?" Beca joked to lighten up the mood and threw the arm she was resting her head against around Jesse's shoulder.

"Beca," her mother called slowly.

"Mom, I have another engagement. I can't just go to Barden." She took a curl between her fingers and started playing with it.

Jesse brush her hair aside then leaned in and placed a kiss on her cheek before he made his way down to her neck.

"What is this engagement of yours?" she asked.

"Well…" Beca trailed off when Jesse started to suck on her neck. "It's a work related thingy. A lot of important people will be there that I wanna meet," she cleared her throat.

"Work Christmas parties are never thrown on Christmas day."

"True—" Beca admitted, tilting her head to give Jesse more access.

"—Is this about Sheila?" Ms. Ward doubtfully asked.

"Step monster is fine," she paused. "You know what? Fine, I'll go to Barden for Christmas." Beca didn't want to leave New York because she wanted to be close to Jesse. He didn't show any sign that screamed I'm gonna relapse but she didn't want to jinx it.

"Good."

"If there isn't anything else, I have to go: I'm in the middle of something really important," Beca bit her lower lip when Jesse nibbled her shoulder.

"Please don't tell me you're working this late."

"No, no, I'm not working," Beca chuckled, feeling Jesse place feather light kisses and make his way back to her neck. "I'm just busy with something."

"Are you with a man?"

"Bye, mom," Beca hung up the phone and tossed it on the coffee table.

"Was that part of your dream?" she asked, leaning in to kiss him. He shook his head and picked up where they left off: Her grinding against his junk while gripping his hair and him squeezing her ass and palming her breasts.

He took of her hand and guided it down to his pants. His gesture made her pull away from the heated kiss they were sharing to look at him.

"This is where the dream ends," he told her.

"Do you wanna stop the make-out session?" she asked, not knowing what else to say.

"No," he sat up.

"Tell me what you want me to do?" she asked.

"Unbuckle my belt," he told her.

She nodded and carefully unbuckled his belt then climbed on off of him so that he could kick off his jeans.

"T-shirt?"

He nodded then let her tug it up and helped her take it off then held her gaze. She gave him a weak smile then leaned in and pressed her lips against his, pulling him into a slow kiss. Feeling him relax as they kissed, she reached down and freed his erection from his boxer briefs.

He froze when she did then continued kissing her. She stroked his erection while kissing him then pulled away and started placing kisses as she made her way down going from his neck to chest then stomach.

"Don't," he cupped her face and pulled her up when she placed a kiss where his happy trail started.

She nodded and figured a hand job was all he would let her give him at that point.

"It's okay," she pecked his lips when he sighed.

"I'll be right back," Beca got up and paced to her bedroom then ran back to the living area holding a tissue box and a body lotion bottle. "I really hate to spit in my hands," she grimaced throwing the tissue box on the coffee table f then squeezing a fair amount of body lotion into her palm before she climbed on his lap.

"Here's a confession," Jesse moaned once she started jerking him off. "I never got a hand job before," he told.

"What?" she slowed down to tease him and smirked feeling smug when he groaned. "What about during movie dates?" Beca asked watching him, rested his head against the couch.

"What about them?" he asked back.

"You never got bored and messed around at the movies?" she asked, tightening her grip as she leaned in and took his earlobe between her teeth.

"I never get bored with movies, Bec," he closed his eyes, dug his fingers in her waist.

"Well, I haven't jerked off anyone in like 10 years," she confessed, placing a kiss behind his ear. "Guys prefer putting it elsewhere," she shrugged. "My technique is rusty so I might jerk your dick off," she joked.

"You're doing fine," he blew a breath.

"Where exactly is elsewhere?" he asked, replaying what she said, opening one eye to look at her.

"Not my ass," she chuckled at how eager he was to know.

He nodded and clenched his fist. "So, good, Beca," he moaned her name.

"Good," she nodded, focusing on what she was doing and feeling accomplished at the sounds he was making.

"I—I… love you so much," he cried out as he came.

"I love you as much," she leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips as he recovered then reached for the tissue box and grabbed a tissue to clean her hand.

"Clean up," she put the tissue box on the couch near him. "I'm gonna go wash my hands," she kissed him again and climbed off of his lap.

"That was the best hand job ever," Jesse said wrapping an arm around her waist as she washed her hands.

"You just told me that it was your first," she looked up. He shrugged and pecked her lips.

"So, you're going to Barden, huh?" he asked watching her dry her hands.

"Yep," she nodded. "Mom's really pissed at me for ignoring dad."

"Your mother really cares about your dad," he rested his chin on her shoulder.

"I'm pretty sure she's still in love with him," Beca sighed.

"How long have they been apart?" he asked as they walked into her bedroom.

"He walked out on us when I was 14, do the math."

"Beca, you're 28, it's literally half your age," he said, letting go of her, and watched jump on the bed. "What happened, if you don't me asking?" he climbed next to her.

"Mom worked all the time and dad had it with her for choosing her career over us at every turn so he left," she shrugged.

"Why didn't he take you with him?" he threw his arm around her shoulder inviting her to rest her head against his chest which she did. "I didn't have the heart to leave her too," she started drawing lazy trails on his chest. "And, I thought that if I didn't leave he would at least stay for me—I hated dad for bailing."

"Even when you moved with him?" he asked remembering that she told him she moved with her dad at the age of 16.

"Oh, I drove him crazy back then," she chuckled. "I really didn't like the step monster."

"Was she mean to you?" he started stroking her hair.

"Nah," she placed a kiss on his chest. "I just thought that she killed any chance my parents had at getting back together," she sighed. "I was a really dumb kid."

"No, you were just a kid," he corrected her, pressing a forceful kiss on her temple. "And you wanted to both of your parents happy together like any kid out there," he held her up and sat her on his lap. "Don't make the transition from talking about your dysfunctional family to what I'm going to do to you awkward," he warned, cupping her face.

"I won't," she assured him and grinned when he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers.

He reached for jeans and unbuttoned them then watched her kicked them off and sit back on his lap.

"You know the best part of being a kid with divorced parents?" she asked, mumbling as he reached to undo her bra.

"No. What?" he helped her take it off.

"I got two Christmases'," she told him: he laughed. "Traveling between mom and dad during the holidays was the highlight of my teen-hood," she shrugged and got him to laugh harder. "Laugh all you want but double Christmas is the best. Sammy will back me up when she's older—You're Jewish so it won't be Christmas— it doesn't really matter what holiday it is as long as it's festive," she threw her arms around his neck and tilted hers when he buried his face in it then pulled away when he stopped laughing at the mention of his daughter.

"What are you getting her this year?" Beca asked.

"I don't know," he shrugged.

"You are seeing your daughter on Christmas, right?" she asked when he didn't answer. "Jesse," she held his chin and tilted his head to face her, "when was the last time you saw Sammy?" she asked.

"Like a week ago," he answered. She frowned at his facial expression that was hard to read.

"What did you guys do when went to see her?" she pushed for details.

"I saw her. She didn't," he looked away from her gaze.

"When was the last time Sam saw you?" Beca asked.

"Three months ago," he answered and climbed off of the bed.

"Jesse," she sighed, grabbing a robe and wearing it before she followed him.

"She's way better off with me," he shrugged, making his way to the couch.

"Oh, yeah?" Beca stood and watched him wear his clothes back.

"Yeah," he nodded. "I'm broke and not so long ago I was a drunk." He buckled his belt.

"You think your two year old daughter cares about your financial status?" she asked watching him reach for his t-shirt. "She just wants a dad like every other kid out there and you can't take that away from her." Beca started to make her way to him. "Not this soon, at least," she added as he wore his t-shirt.

"Well, I can't just drop in and expect Sandra to let me see her," he told her after a beat of silence.

She picked up his phone from the coffee table. "You could call," she handed him his phone.

"It's too late to call," he took his phone from her and stuffed it in his pocket. "I'll call during the day," he sighed and looked behind her and at the TV.

"I can't believe we fell asleep watching batman begins," he rubbed the back of his neck, changing the subject. Beca eyed him for a few second and decided to let it go.

"You did work a double shift," she shrugged. "And it's a pretty boring movie," she added stretching the words.

"It's not," he disagreed.

"It is," she clenched his t-shirt and pulled him to her. "Why did you get dressed?" she asked.

"I thought it would be best if I just leave 'cause I didn't wanna fight," he rested his hand on her waist. "I really hate fighting with you."

"I wasn't gonna start a fight," she honestly told him. The last thing she wanted was a fight: he was on the edge and was trying to get back to his old self. Nagging and fighting would make things worse. "And I can't send you out this late especially when there's a snowstorm," she glanced at the window, "I think." She looked back at him and watched him relax a little.

"You just want me to spend the night so that you could use my back to warm up your feet when you go to bed," he lightly punched her shoulder.

"You got me," she clicked her tongue.

"Are your feet cold now?" he asked.

"Yep," she nodded.

"Well, no sleep for you missy, not until I'm done with you," he picked her up and ran back into her bedroom.

"What d'ya think?" Beca asked as she span around in the bathroom doorway.

Jesse looked away from the mirror while still shaving and cut himself eyeing Beca's cleavage. "That ass better not make a move on you," he bit back the pain he felt at the cut and started to make his way to her.

"What would you do if he does?" she asked, holding up his chin and tilting his head to look at the cut.

"I would break into his apartment and set all his fancy designer underwear on fire," he told her.

"Breaking and entering: That's cute," she tilted his head to make him face her and pecked his lips, "not."

"I'm serious," he wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Hurry up and finish shaving," she lightly pushed him away. "I need to do my makeup."

"You asked me to shave," he shrugged.

"Yeah, your beard tickles when you go down on me—it feels weird," she walked back into her bedroom and grabbed her high heels before she took a seat on the bed and wore them then grabbed her phone, deciding to kill time texting Chloe.

"Your date is here," Jesse hollered as he laid in bed and eyed Beca's phone when it chimed with a text from Matt.

"It's 8:30 already?" Beca walked out of the bathroom.

"He's early," Jesse dryly told her as he look at his watch to find it 8:10 pm.

She nodded picking up her phone and texting Matt back.

"You gonna wait here until we leave then get going?" she asked as she walked to get her coat.

"Mhmm," he nodded, getting up and making his way to her then helping her wear her coat. "I'm covering for Marcus at 9," he told her.

"You should just get a sleeping bag and move into the bar since you spend more time there than at your place."

"You look so hot, Becs," he smiled at her then pressed his lips on her forehead.

"Thanks," she looked up and kissed him.

"Okay," Jesse pulled away first when it started getting steamy. "Your date is waiting," he tsked.

"Could you turn off all lights and leave only the bedroom's before you head out?" she asked as she stepped into the en-suite bathroom to cast one final look at herself before she left.

"Yeah, sure," he told her as he wore his shoes.

"Thanks," she thanked him as she walked out of bathroom and started to make her way to the front door.

"Have fun." She heard Jesse tell her from the bedroom.

"I will," she smiled to herself, unlocking the door.

It was snowing when Beca stepped out of the apartment complex.

"Dude, what are you doing outside your car?" she said watching Matt shiver in the cold, wearing a tux, as he leaned against his car.

"Waiting for you?" he unlocked the door for her then blew into his hands.

"I appreciate the gesture but it's not worth catching a cold," she told him as she buckled her seat-belt when he closed the door behind himself.

"Uh huh," he looked up through the window to her right.

"What?" she looked where he was looking when he leaned in.

"Your apartment lights," he paused, glancing at her. "They're off. They were on just now." He tilted his head to face her and found her looking out of the window.

"Um, my friend is up there," she told him and tilted her head.

"Stacie?" he guessed while looking down at her lips.

"Yep," she lied, looking away from him and hoping he'd get the hint.

Matt cleared his throat and sat back in his seat and started the car.

Interesting is the word Beca would use describe the party. The guest list had a lot of famous people including Snoop Dogg, who she hadn't seen in years.

She decided to keep an eye on her liquor and stay conscious the whole time. She wanted to have fun like she told Jesse she would but at the same time she didn't want to make a fool out of herself.

"Try the shrimps, they're really good." Beca turned on her heels hearing her former supervisor's voice. "I'll take your word for that," she smiled at him and filled the plate she was holding with shrimps.

"Hungry much?" he asked.

"Nope," she chuckled. "Matt is drunk and I'm helping him sober up," she smiled tightly at him. After they got to the party she got dragged away by people who wanted to get to know her and were impressed by her work and she didn't see him until she looked out of the window and saw on the terrace in the cold. It wasn't until she got to him that she realized how drunk he was.

"Where is he now?" he asked as he looked around.

"The terrace," Beca sighed.

"I'm really sorry you have to put up with that," he said sounding more irritated than sorry.

"He can't hold his liquor," she shrugged, feeling a little uneasy about his choice of words.

"The one time he brings a nice girl home he gets wasted," Arthur rubbed his forehead.

Beca frowned then tilted her head hearing a loud slamming noise.

"He can't resist making me and his mother look bad with his stunts," he shook his head, watching Matt lay on the floor after he fell getting inside the penthouse.

"I'm gonna," Beca put the plate down and gestured Matt's way seeing that no one walked up to him.

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

"C'mon, buddy," Beca said, reaching for Matt's arm. "Matt, get up," Beca tapped his cheek then shook her head before slapping him awake.

"You got some explaining to do," she told him as she helped him get up and walk after she wrapped his arm around her shoulder to support his weight.

"Hand off ass," she said behind gritted teeth as she walked him to the kitchen when he rested his hand on her ass.

She rolled her eyes when he squeezed her butt cheek in response.

"Ron told me you were making this plate for Matty," Mrs. Arthur said as she paced into the kitchen holding a plate full of shrimps.

"Yep," Beca nodded without looking up from her watch.

"Are you trained in first aid?" Matt's mother asked as she eyed Beca who had a couple of fingers on pulse point on Matt's neck while her eyes were fixated on her hand watch.

"Nope," Beca looked up. "I dated a doctor. He taught me a few things," she straightened up. "His heart rate is fine."

"This is Ron's fault," Mrs. Arthur sighed. "He's always giving him a hard time," she ran her fingers through Matt's hair. "This time it was about the new sports car he bought," she shook her head.

Beca nodded, pouring a glass of water then tapping Matt's cheek. "Drink this," she told him when he groaned.

"I honestly thought with you around he'd cut him some slack," his mom said as she watched Beca help Matt drink water.

"About that," Beca paused when Matt's sister walked into the kitchen.

"What, big baby got stupid drunk after arguing with dad, again?" Matt's sister said sounding bored as she stood in the doorway.

"Beth, be nice," Mrs. Arthur pointed at her daughter who held her hands up and watched her mother make her way to the door then looked behind her.

"I have to get back out there," Mrs. Arthur said to no one in particular as she paced out of the kitchen.

"Yeah, that won't work," she said as she eyed Beca and her brother before she walked to them.

"If you got another way to sober him up, be my guest," Beca told her.

"C'mon, baby brother," she reached for Matt and helped him up then walked him out of the kitchen and to the closest bathroom.

"What are you going to do?" Beca asked.

"I'm gonna make him throw up," Beth answered as she sat her brother on the floor near the toilet.

"Isn't it dangerous for an unconscious person to throw up?" Beca crossed her arms. "He could choke and die on his vomit."

"He'll be fine," Beth told her and held Matt's face up. "God, I hate doing this," she grimaced before put a couple of fingers inside his mouth to get him to throw up.

"I'll go get some water," Beca told her as she walked out of the bathroom: she didn't want to witness what was going to happen.

"I need a drink," Beth murmured as she walked pass Beca at the bathroom doorway. Beca held up the glass of water she was holding.

"A strong one."

"Cool," Beca watched her walk away.

"I got you water," Beca said while Matt washed up. "There are ice cubes in it," she added when he looked up.

"Thanks," he sniffed accepting the glass from her. He was clearly still drunk but at least he was conscious.

"Yeah," she ran her fingers through her hair. "Explain to me why you told your parents that we're dating?" she asked.

"I didn't tell them. They assumed and I didn't correct," he shrugged and brought the glass to his lips.

"Jesus, Matt, you're unbelievable!"

"Well don't make it sound worse than it actually is," he said after swallowing. "You did agree to be my date."

"Yeah, as a friend," she held her forehead and huffed.

"I told you how dad goes on and on about the Beca Mitchell," he walked pass her and closed the door.

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Well, when I heard that you were going to come and work at our branch I figured I could, like, sweep you off your feet finally get on dad's good side," he paused to gulp more water. "But lucky for me you're in love with your best friend," he added, hiccuping at the end. "What do you even see in him? He's a trainwreck!"

"Hey, leave Jesse out of this," she defensively said. "And your motives won't cut it," she clenched her fist, feeling really angry at the fact that Matt, who she thought, despite his many flaws, was her friend, was actually using her to work things out with his father.

"Don't punch me," he smiled at her holding his hands up.

"Clear this up with your parents," she glared at him. "I will if you don't," she added.

"Please not tonight," he said when she turned on her heels. "I'm gonna get hell for blacking out as it is." He watched her walk away.

AN: What do you think, will Beca play along?

Thank you for reading, fellow human beings. You guys are awes.

Also, I threw in a reference, did anyone catch it?