My Fake Husband Chapter 5, a pitch perfect fanfic

My Fake Husband

A Pitch Perfect Story

Chapter 5

Disclaimer: I do not own anything familiar.

Song Recommendation: Listen to Your Heart by Roxette

Author's Note: Don't worry, guys! You didn't miss the month of servitude! She didn't get her ring until the end of the last chapter, so Jesse didn't officially win until now. This chapter gets smutty! Don't read if you don't like that kind of thing! I will put a break between the sections so that you know where to stop and finish.

Beca hugs Ashley and her husband goodbye, letting Jesse drive them to the airport while she spends the morning cleaning the entire condo. After their breakfast, with the two of them trying their hardest to act like there was nothing strange going on between them in front of their guests, and the three of them left, Beca changed into her cleaning clothing, which were essentially a faded black sports bra with a white racer-back tank top that had more holes in it than a pair of fishnet stockings, over a pair of faded black Soffee shorts that had several bleach stains all over them. She put on an old pair of flip flops that she had worn in the showers during college that became her cleaning shoes. She also slid the arm band to listen to music on her iPhone while she cleaned. She started in her bedroom, stripping the sheets off her bed. She wanted to wash away her memories of the night before—the way that she cried, showed weakness in front of him, the way that he held her in his arms to try to comfort her, the way he begged her not to break things off and ruin his life. After sweeping and dusting the hardwood floors, wiping down the table tops, and putting a new set of sheets on her bed, she moved on to his room, changing the sheets, cleaning the room in the same way that she had cleaned her own.

Beca steadily cleaned every room in the house. She was cleaning the living room when she heard the front door open. She ignored Jesse when he called out to her, because she knew that he would want to talk about the night before. She focused on cleaning the wood floors, singing along with the music coming from her iPhone.

"Becs, can we talk?" She ignored him, sweeping the dust and hair and dropped foods into the dust pan, dumping it in the small trash can that she was carrying around with her. "Seriously, you're gonna ignore me?"

"I'm cleaning." She told him. The song that started playing made her pause briefly, because the lyrics resonated with her life in a way that she didn't want them to at the moment. She stilled long enough for him to feel bold enough to cross the room towards her. She snapped out of it, rushing away from him before he could reach her, dusting the entertainment unit, careful not to knock over anything. She began to sing along with the lyrics as they started playing.

"I know there's something in the wake of your smile
I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yeah
You've built a love, but that love falls apart
Your little piece of heaven turns to dark

"Listen to your heart
When he's calling for you
Listen to your heart
There's nothing else you can do
I don't know where you're going
And I don't know why
But listen to your heart
Before you tell him goodbye."

Beca felt Jesse's eyes on hers as she cleaned the entertainment system. Her heart was pounding, because she had every intention of telling him that she couldn't go through with the wedding, the marriage, because she couldn't lie. She didn't want to be a liar. Chloe, Amy, Aubrey, all of them, they were her family. They were the people that made her feel whole for the first time since her parents' divorce, her mother's never-ending series of boyfriends, and her father's remarriage to the perfect wife and finding the perfect daughter.

"Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile
The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yeah
They're swept away, and nothing is what it seems
The feeling of belonging to your dreams

Beca's eyes burned with unshed tears, because she didn't know how to tell him that she couldn't do this. She hated hurting him, and that was exactly what she was going to do. She was going to wind up destroying his life, but he was just one person in comparison to the rest of her friends. Sure, Chloe and all of them would be pissed that she had lied, but they would feel better knowing that she told them the truth, right? Wait, would they be pissed at her for screwing over Jesse? She didn't know if she could handle that. She didn't know what to do. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a shuttering breath before focusing on wiping down the flat screen with the special rag that come in the box with it.

"And there are voices that want to be heard
So much to mention, but you can't find the words
The scent of magic; the beauty that's been
When love was wilder than the wind

"Listen to your heart
When he's calling for you
Listen to your heart
There's nothing else you can do
I don't know where you're going
And I don't know why
But listen to your heart
Before, oh

As the song repeated the same few lines over and over towards the end of the song, Beca finally broke down again. She hated feeling so weak around Jesse. He brought out the worst in her: her vulnerability. She hated him for it. She dropped to the floor, leaning her back against one of the closed doors of the entertainment center that hid some of his many movies, wrapping her arms around her knees and pressing her face against them, her eyes clamped shut. She heard him walk over to her, sitting down in front of her. He reached out, grabbing her phone from the cuff, turning the music off, letting the silence envelope them. "Beca, we need to talk."

"Not right now we don't." She said into her knees. "You won't like what I have to say, so you might not want to push me to say it."

"Well, considering you agreed to be my slave and do everything I asked you to do for the next month since I won the ring bet, I am going to ask you to talk to me."

"You told me that I didn't have to do the things that I really didn't want to do. Well, consider this to be on the same level as killing someone." She muttered.

"C'mon, Beca, we really need to talk." She raised her head and glared at him.

"I can't marry you. Are you happy now?" She attempted to stand up, but he grabbed her by the wrists, holding her down.

"Not really, because you promised me that you would do this for me. You said that you put aside all of the bullshit and suck it up for the next two years until I could stay in the US. So, we are going to talk about what is freaking you out and work it out."

"There's no way to fix what I'm freaking out about. If it was just my parents and Sheila that I was lying to, I wouldn't care, but I can't lie to Chloe or Dean or Stacie or, hell, even Aubrey, and she and I don't get along most of the time!" She blew out a breath and ran a hand through her hair.

"Okay, I get it. It sucks that we are lying to the most important people in our lives. I get you are feeling pressured to do something you don't want to do. I get that you have serious commitment issues due to your parents."

"Don't pretend you know me." Beca said in a voice that was deadly calm and deathly low. She knew her face was cold. She didn't care, though. Jesse didn't know her, so he had no right to pretend for a second to know what she was going through.

"Um, I have lived with you for about a month and a half now, I think I know you pretty well." He responded with an equally pissed expression and cold tone.

"Knowing my food preferences or that I clean when I am upset doesn't qualify as knowing me." She pulled her arms out of his grip and stood up. She collected all of the cleaning supplies and went to put them away in the closet where she had everything stored. She heard him follow her.

"I think I know you a bit better than that," he said, catching her by the upper arm as she tried to storm passed him.

"No, you don't!" She yelled, trying to pull away from him. She wanted to shower and to start packing her things. He could have the fucking condo. She would crash at Bumper and Amy's, in their guest room, until she could figure out what the hell she was going to do. "Let me go."

"God, Beca! I don't want to fight anymore! You promised me that you would do this for me. If it would make you feel better, we can send out a mass text to all of our friends, telling them that this is all a farce and that you are doing me a favor. We can beg them to keep it all a fucking secret and then deal with their pissed off phone calls and shit. Would that make you happy?" She glared at him.

"No! I don't want to get married. I don't want to be forced to be your wife for the next two years." She said, trying to pull her arm away from him, but he tightened his hold on her, again.

"Tough. You have to be my slave for the next month, and the next thing you have to do is to marry me. Get upstairs, get changed. We're getting married today." He pulled her toward the stairs by her arm. She didn't like this side of him. She didn't expect this kind of reaction from him. She rocked back onto her heels, trying to pull out of his grasp. It did nothing but cause her to stumble. Thankfully, he had the reflexes of a cat, because he spun around and caught her by the waist before she fell onto her ass. He pulled her against his body.

Beca's heart was pounding from the fight, and she could tell Jesse's was, too, because his chest was heaving and his face was red. His fingers were biting into her waist, and she was sure that if he squeezed her hips any tighter, she would have bruises. "Let me go." She whispered, and she placed her hands on his chest, ready to push him away.

"Beca," he swallowed, not letting her go, but he loosened his grip on her waist, allowing her to step back if she wanted to. They stared into each other's eyes for a few moments, before his eyes slipped down her face to her lips. "I want you to kiss me," he whispered. It was her turn to swallow, because she knew that if she said no, he would release her. It was a matter of whether she really wanted him to let her go or if she wanted to kiss him. She licked her bottom lip before closing the distance between him. She gripped his shirt in her fists, and she pressed her lips tightly against his.

He returned the kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, holding her flush against his body; she was so close that she wasn't sure where she ended and he began. Their lips were dueling for dominance, residual from their earlier fight. They were fighting over whom would bend to the other's will; who would give up what they wanted for the other. Neither wanted to lose; he needed to win this battle of wills in order to stay in the US, and she needed to win to show that she was still in control of something in her life. She wasn't sure which one of them opened their mouth to the other first, but it didn't matter, because adding of tongues only made their battle more intense. When air became an issue, it was him who broke the kiss, conceding to her.

"Fine." Jesse said after a few moments, letting go of Beca's waist. He took a step back, looking away from her. "I'm gonna go to Bumper's." He turned and walked up the steps, leaving her breathless and in shock. She pressed her fingers to her lips, unsure what that kiss meant. She didn't know if it meant that he had feelings for her (or her for him), or if they were caught up in the moment from the fight. She didn't know if he expected her to follow him. She must have stood there, in shock, for about five minutes; she jumped when she heard him coming down the stairs with a small duffle bag thrown over his shoulder. He walked out the front door, not even saying goodbye, the door slamming behind him.

She made her way upstairs, pulling off her workout clothes to climb into the shower. Standing under the hot spray, she tried to forget about her confusion over the kiss and the fight with him. Did that mean that they broke up? Were they no longer getting married? Is that what she really wanted? Did she really want to be the reason why he lost his friends, his family, his job, and his life? Would she be able to deal with that? Would she be able to handle the questions that would come her way when he left? She didn't know if she could go through with all that. She sat down on the shower floor, letting the water pelt over her skin, crying into her hands. After a while, she finally stood up and showered.

When Beca was finished, she climbed out, lathering up her body with unscented lotion, trying to calm herself down. She was hungry, she decided, so she dressed quickly and made her way downstairs and started to prepare something to eat. When she was finished her late lunch, she decided that she now needed to get drunk. The only texts she had gotten since Jesse had left were congratulation texts from all their friends, a couple more comments about how she knew they were perfect together from Chloe, and a couple of texts from Amy asking her what was wrong, because Jesse was Tasmania, single-handedly drinking an entire bottle of tequila, his poison of choice. She responded to the text, finally, that she was currently shutting down her own liver via vodka. Amy texted her that she was going to come over, but the brunette told her friend that she wanted to be alone.

Beca stumbled up the steps, the half-empty (or half-full?) bottle in her hand. She walked into her room, finding the ring on her dresser where she had left it that morning when she had changed into her workout clothing. She took another swig from the bottle before she put it down beside the ring. She carefully picked the ring up, staring at it as she held it between the index and thumb of her right hand. She heard a banging noise from downstairs, and she heard Jesse's slurred call for her. She ignored him, continuing to stare at the ring in her fingers. She heard a second banging noise and then the sound of someone stumbling up the steps, complete with falling and cursing. She swallowed, knowing that he was coming to find her. She took a deep breath, licking her lips. She slid the ring onto her ring finger of her left hand just as he came stumbling into her room.

"Beva, I gots somefing to say to you." He said loudly behind her. She rolled her eyes, turning to face him, grabbing the bottle as she did so. She took another pull from the bottle.

"What do you want, Swanson?" She asked him. She wasn't as drunk as he was apparently, because she could still form sentences and real words.

"You're a bitch." He told her, storming up to her, wagging a finger in her face. "You're a liar. It's not vair! You're not vair! I want to hate you." He grabbed the bottle from her hand, taking a big gulp of the clear liquid. He then slammed down the bottle on the dresser. "Why can't I hate you?" He muttered.

Suddenly, Jesse was pulling Beca into another kiss, one that she wasn't prepared for. She pushed at his chest at first, but, soon, she was gripping his shirt like she had been before. One of his arms was wrapped around her waist, and the other was buried in her, beneath her bun. After a while, his fingers dug into the bun, grabbing the hair elastic and began yanking at. He pulled it from her hair, tossing it over his shoulders. "I like your hair down." He said against her lips, biting down on her bottom lip as he ran his fingers through her loosened hair. She moaned against his lips, running her hands up his chest and around his neck, scraping her nails along the back of his neck. He stumbled backwards, pulling her with him, until the back of his knees hit her bed. He sat down, and she followed him, straddling his hips, pushing him back onto of the blankets.

Beca broke the kiss, sitting up long enough to pull her tank top over her head, tossing it aside and revealing her white cotton bra. Jesse sat up, kissing down her throat as one his hands slid up her back to find the clasp of her bra, while the other hand grabbed one of her bra straps, dragging it off her shoulder. Her nails were digging into his back through his shirt as her head fell back, arching into his kisses. Considering how drunk he was, he struggled with the clasp of her bra, so he moved his second hand behind her back to loosen her bra, sitting back slightly to pull it from her body when he finally managed to undo it. He threw it over her shoulder, all the while taking in the sight of her bare breasts in front of him. She reached down, pulling at the hem of his shirt, and he helped her remove it. When both their chests were bare, they went back to kissing, all the while exploring each other's upper halves.

Beca moaned against Jesse's lips when she felt his hands cup her breasts between them. She ground her hips against his, grinning when she heard him grunt from the friction against his lap. She felt his arousal between her legs, which made her grind harder against him. He began kissing along her jaw, down her throat, sucking at her collarbone; his fingers kneading her breasts. After a few moments—she was sure that she probably would have a purple welt to hide for work the next day—he suddenly flipped them so that her back was pressed against the bed. He slid his hands along her sides, helping her to slide her body up the bed until her head was lying on the pillows. He began kissing her chest, sucking and biting at her skin here and there, soothing the spots with his tongue before moving on. She arched her back into his mouth, running her hands through his hair, pressing his face against her skin. When his lips closed around one of her nipples, she moaned loudly, digging her fingers into his scalp. She felt his grin against her breast, his other hand massaging her other breast. "Jesse," she whimpered, pulling at his head, wanting him to kiss her again.

Jesse seemed to understand what she wanted, because he pulled away from Beca's chest and returned his lips to hers. As they kissed, she scrapped her nails along his chest and abdomen until she settled them over the button and fly of his jeans. She unsnapped the button and dragged the fly down, slipping her hands into his pants and into the opening of his boxers to run her hand over his erection. He groaned into the kiss, grinding into her hand when she began stroking him. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers and breathing heavily as she jerked him off. "Fuck, you gotta stop…" He said in a strangled voice, gripping her wrist with one of his hands to pull her off. He raised that hand above her head, tangling their fingers together. He stared at their hands for a few moments, and she looked up as well. She realized that it was her left hand—the hand that had the engagement ring on it. She turned to look at him. His eyes bore down into hers, taking her breath away. She could read the lust in his expression, but there was something else there, hidden beneath it, which she couldn't exactly put her finger on in that moment. She was too caught up in the moment—too turned on and too drunk—to really understand or attempt to guess what it could be. She bit her lip, raising her free hand to rest against his cheek, letting her thumb stroke along his bottom lip. He nipped at the pad of her thumb, smiling at her.

Beca slid her hand into Jesse's hair, pulling his head down to meet her as she sat up slightly to kiss him. Using the forearm of his free arm, the one that wasn't tangled with hers above their heads, he rested his weight over her, kissing her as if his life depended on it. She reached between them, yanking on her yoga pants, trying to pull them down with her one hand. He chuckled against her lips, sitting back so that he was kneeling between her legs. He pulled his hand from hers and yanked her yoga pants down, taking her panties with them. He threw the clothing off the side of the bed, taking in the sight of her completely naked beneath him. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he moaned as he laid back over her again, tangling a hand into the hair behind her head as he kissed her. The free hand began stroking down her neck, over her chest, stopping to knead one of her breasts, tweaking the nipple between the knuckles of index and middle fingers. He then stroked his hand down the soft skin of her stomach, using the pads of his fingers to lightly doodle designs onto her skin, feeling her shudder and twitch from the sensation. She moaned into the kiss, and her moan became a gasp when his hand slipped between them to stroke between her legs.

Beca was sure her eyes rolled back into her head when one of Jesse's fingers pierced her, pressing deep inside her on that spot that made her toes curl and her entire body shudder. He pulled his hand from her hair, his lips from her lips, sitting back slightly to watch her face as he slipped his finger in and out of her. She bit down on her lip, moaning, her eyes clamped shut. When a second finger breached her, she gasped out his name, which only seemed to encourage him. She felt herself steadily climbing towards what promised to be an amazing orgasm. She whimpered as he began using his thumb to press and massage her clit. She was so close, so close. She cried out as she tumbled over the edge, her back arching, with one hand fisting the blankets beside her body, the other gripping his wrist, her nails digging into his skin. She fell back against the bed, releasing his hand, allowing him to ease her down from her high, still slipping his fingers in and out of her, but his thumb no longer going anywhere near her overly sensitive clit. She opened her eyes, taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. "Kiss me," she whispered, and he closed the distance between them.

As they kiss, Beca reached for his boxers, using both of her hands and her knees to help pull them down his legs. Jesse kicked them off his one leg, then the other, wrapping a hand around his erection, stroking it a few times. He lined himself up between her legs, using the other hand to grip one of her hipbones. He pressed his forehead against hers, their eyes locked, before sliding into her. They moaned, and she dug her nails into his back, scraping them down as she shifted her hips, getting used to the feel of him inside of her. He pressed a light kiss to her lips, before kissing along her jaw and down her throat, burying his face into her neck. He pulled back, sliding nearly all the way out of her before thrusting back in, with her raising her hips to meet his. They continued this way, with him kissing and biting into her neck as he thrust in and out of her, and her digging her nails into his back, his butt, his arms—any part of him that she could reach—moaning into his ear as he repeatedly hit that spot deep inside of her. His left hand dug into her hips, and his right one slipped between them, rubbing against her clit, trying to get her to that point again. She cried out, and she knew that he was close, but she wasn't there yet. "Jesse, please…" She begged, hoping that he would help her get there before he found his relief. He stilled his hips, wrapping both of his arms around her waist, and shifted back so that he was sitting on the bed, changing the angle.

Beca laid her hands onto Jesse's shoulders, using them to support herself as she raised herself up before sliding back down his length. They both groaned at the feeling. His lips found hers, and one of his hands slipped between them once again, trying to help her find relief. She felt her orgasm building, and she moaned into his lips. Finally, she tumbled over the edge, and he groaned, his orgasm coming moments after hers. She fell back onto the bed, and he followed her, resting his head against her stomach and breasts. Her chest was heaving, and her head was swimming. She felt him press a series of kisses along her stomach and breasts. He turned his head, kissing his way back up her body to reach her lips. After kissing her for a few more minutes, he finally rolled off of her, pulling her to rest on his chest. She shivered; the cool air mingling with her sweaty, heated skin gave her goose bumps. He chuckled, her head shaking slightly with the movement of his chest, and he shifted them, pulling the blankets over their bodies. Her eyes were closed, and using the steady pound of his heart inside the chest beneath her head, she fell asleep. His fingers ran through her hair for a few moments before they, too, stilled, as he fell asleep.

Have you ever woken up on the wrong side of the bed, and you wake up miserable? But not the figurative wrong side of the bed, but the actual wrong side of the bed? Beca's head was pounding, her stomach churning, and she felt like shit. She didn't want to open her eyes, so she stretched her hand out little on the bed, expecting to touch air and then her end table to grab the sunglasses that she had left there. She figured having that extra defense to block out the bright light shining in her window. But, her hand didn't hit air…it hit more bed and then the edge of a pillow. She was on the wrong (technically, it was the right side, not the left, which is the side she usually slept on). It was the side that was closest to the door, farther from the window. Her bed faced two short, long dressers and one tall wardrobe seated between them. On the walls above the two shorter dressers, she had framed paintings of flowers and birds. She might not be a girly-girl that wore dresses and high heels often, or who liked getting flowers and chocolates and jewelry from people, but she did like flowers. She had a small garden out front of the condo, because she liked taking care of plants.

Beca withdrew her hand, placing it on her face, when she came to two realizations. She was naked beneath her sheets, and there was a heavy weight across her waist. Fuck, shit, no. Was that a hand pressed against her lower back. No, no, no, no. She carefully opened one eye, taking in the sight of another body lying beside her. He was on his chest, his face buried in her pillows. The sheets were draped across his lower back, showing off the muscles of his back. Her other eye opened when she realized that it was actually dark in the room. One arm was tucked beneath his pillow and the other was draped over her waist, pressed against her lower back. She let her eyes trail over his back, looking at the pattern of freckles that marked his skin and the way his muscles shifted as he breathed. This wasn't good. Shit, this really isn't good.

Jesse was sound asleep, and Beca felt like she was going to get sick. Sick from the alcohol or sick from the realization that they crossed the line, she wasn't sure. She carefully extracted herself from beneath his arm. She raced to her en suite bathroom, shutting the door behind her and emptying her stomach into the toilet bowl. She held her hair back, trying her hardest to stay as quiet as possible. She flushed the toilet and then carefully brushed her teeth, ridding her mouth of the taste of vomit and alcohol. Beca studied her appearance in the mirror. She wore no makeup, her hair was a nest of knots, and her eyes were bloodshot. Her lips were still swollen from their activities earlier. There was also a purple welt on her collarbone. She pressed a hand to her forehead. This wasn't what was supposed to happen. She brushed her hair, pulling all of the hair into the bun.

Beca exited the bathroom, tiptoeing into the room again, collecting her clothing. She dressed quickly in the clothing she had worn earlier, only grabbing a new pair of underwear. She tossed the dirtied pair into her hamper. She needed to get out of the room, and on her way out the door, she grabbed the bottle of vodka and snuck down the steps. She was feeling a little better after getting sick, but she didn't want to risk getting sick again and being far away from the bathroom, so she made her way into the kitchen, which had access to a half-bath. After putting the vodka away, she sat down on the padded bench in the breakfast nook. She turned on the television, and rested her head onto the table, staring off into space, not really watching or listening to the late night infomercials. Her stomach gurgled, and she found herself feeling…hungry? She stood up and walked over to the fridge, pulling out a Tupperware container filled with some cheesy rice and bean thing that she had made. Ashley had helped her wash all of the dishes and put away the leftovers the night before, while her husband and Jesse had collected all of the napkins, plates, and glasses. She heated up the entire container, not caring that it was a hell of a lot more than she could actually handle eating. She returned to the table, grabbing a fork along the way. She dug her fork into the food, taking a big bite. She didn't look his way when he dropped into the seat beside her, grabbing the fork from her hands and taking a bite.

"So, yeah…" Jesse said, handing Beca the fork again. She refused to look at him, just took another bite of the rice. "We should talk about what just happened…" He said carefully. She continued to ignore him, taking another bite of the rice mixture.

"I'm sick of talking," she told him finally. She held up her left hand. "Before that little incident happened, I decided that I am a tad bit selfish. I didn't want to risk being left alone with the fallout that comes with 'breaking up' with the special Jesse Swanson. All the questions. All the anger. All the pitying looks. I didn't really want to have to go through that alone. At least, when things go south two years from now, you'll be there to endure half of it." She took another bite of the food, smiling at him in a way that was decidedly not kind. "What happened earlier will never happen again. We will never talk about it. We will never think about it, and we will be smarter the next time that we drink around each other." She looked back down at her food. "It was a mistake. We crossed a line that we should not have crossed. I'm doing this because I promised you that I would. I don't go back on my promises, because I know what it is like when someone does that to you. It hurts. It's not fair. You hate them for it, and you never stop hating them for it, no matter how hard they try to make it up to you. No matter how hard you try to forgive them for it; no matter how hard you try to forget that it happened. I don't want you to hate me, and I don't want to hate myself. So, we are doing this. We are sucking it up." She dropped the fork into the rice.

"Beca," he began, but she shook her head.

"Anytime there is a work function that takes us out of town, we take it. We only sleep in the same room when we have to. We only kiss when there are people watching. We only touch each other in the presence of our friends or immigration or what have you. We find other people to satisfy any little cravings we may have. We never bring anyone new to this house. If either one of us happens to find a person that we think might be relationship material, we don't tell them the truth about our 'roommate' until we are sure that we can trust them not to freak out about the idea that this is a marriage of convenience until you can stay in the country. Do you understand?" She asked him, looking at him for the second time since he had come into the kitchen.

He stared at her for a few minutes. She cocked an eyebrow, waiting for him to respond to her stipulations. It was everything that they had agreed upon before, so she didn't know why he was acting like it was a big deal that she was just repeating them over again. Maybe he thought she would act like a whiny girl, wanting to know what things meant between them now. She wasn't that kind of girl. She wasn't the kind of girl who was clinging and wanted to know where they stood constantly. She knew exactly where they stood. They were getting married purely out of convenience; she knew exactly what that meant. There was nothing going on between them.

"Well?" Beca asked him again. Jesse swallowed, looking away from her. He stood up, walking over to the cabinet where the cups were stored. He filled it with water from the tap, chugging it. She crossed her arms, waiting.

"Fine." He said, setting the empty glass into the sink. He turned to face her. "I get that you don't want me to read anything into what happened, and I won't. We were drunk, and there is no denying that we haven't always had some sexual attraction to each other or else we wouldn't have kept hooking up over the years when we were drunk, but I do want to say one thing about what happened today. I didn't intend for it to happen. I don't want you to think that I was trying to…I promised that I wouldn't turn that stupid bet into something like this. You know I wouldn't do that to you. I wouldn't…That first kiss…I just…I shouldn't have asked you to kiss me. I was just…I was so angry that you were going back on your word. I wanted…I don't know what I wanted." He groaned, running a hand down his face.

"I didn't…I know you wouldn't take advantage, Jesse." She said after a few minutes. She knew that he was worried about that, but she didn't think that at all. It was just a mistake. They were drunk, and they got caught up in the moment. He looked relieved, and she gave him a small, sad smile, looking away quickly. He cleared his throat.

"Shall we start planning the wedding then?"

"We'll start tomorrow. I'm going back to bed. We both have work tomorrow." She stood up and left the kitchen. For the second time in two days, she needed to change her sheets again. She didn't need those memories, either.

Author's Note: So, you got the first taste of Beca's "slavery." And, it turned dirty, which led to its own set of problems. I hope that you guys aren't mad at me for how this chapter turned out. There is a reason for their drama. The wedding is coming up, either the next chapter or the one after it. Let me know what you think!