Here it is, the final installment and OMIGOSH I finally fucking finished a fucking story! Thankyouthankyouthankyou for sticking with me, even when I wasn't updating!

And thank you again to Nora for this little prompt; it was so fun! And, can I say how odd it is to be writing a story about it being cold and snowy while it was sunny and 80 degrees on my sunny porch?!

Here it is, I hope you enjoy it! Lemme know what you think!

It's 7:52 pm, as Beca's gaze lands momentarily on the dash clock, when she finally starts feeling like sex is something more than just awkward movements. She is using muscles she has never really had occasion to use, the muscles of her thighs burning from lifting herself up and down Jesse's length. It's only when she rolls her hips for the first time, after Jesse strokes something deep inside her that has her keening in pleasure, that she learns that sex is more than just moving up and down. In fact, simply rolling her hips seems to feel better, result in more delicious friction, than simply impaling herself over and over again. And judging by Jesse's groan behind her and the way he was gripping her hips like she was the only thing anchoring him to this world, it feels pretty good to him as well.

"Do…do that again, Becs," he grunts, leaning forward to mold against her back. The desperation in his tone sends goosebumps rising along her flesh and she hurries to comply. She moves her hands from where they had taken residence on the dash to brace herself on his knees, rolling her hips again and grinding down against him. Beca is seeing stars, and the uncomfortable stretching feeling is finally gone. Jesse is panting in her ear and her breaths are chasing his as they move.

Something is building inside of her, like a spring gradually being coiled more tightly. Every movement, every glide of slick flesh, every grind of their hips adding fuel to the fire within her, and Beca can't stop the loud pants and strangled moans from escaping her as she is writhing in Jesse's lap. She feels his hands release their grip on her hips and is aware of her body shuddering as one hand glides up under her shirt to cup her breast, teasing her nipple. Beca bites her lip, feeling her pleasure inside her leap up a few notches, and reaches a hand of her own to thread through his hair.

His lips are on the flesh of her shoulder, teeth scraping and breath puffing heavily, and Beca feels herself tilting back as he is leaning back against his seat. This new angle…

"F-fuck," she gasps, her eyes shooting open to stare up at the roof of her car. She can't move her hips as well, but Jesse is thrusting up into her and his other hand is between her legs teasing her clit, and suddenly that pressure is exploding with in her. Distantly, she hears him grunt as the back of her head slams into his shoulder, her legs are lifting and curling up and her voice is loud as she shouts incoherently.

Jesse is relentless, and he isn't stopping, the hand palming her tit moving lower so that he can hook his arm around the back of her knees, pulling them against her chest, and he is still pistoning in and out of her, left hand still between her thighs. Her nerves are on fire, still riding the high of her pleasure, and Jesse's heavy pants and grunts behind her as she is held at his mercy quickly send her reeling back towards the precipice of another orgasm.

Both of her hands are in Jesse's hair, fingers curling and pulling at his unruly locks. This time, Jesse comes with her, groaning loudly as she shouts. The air is filled with their heavy breaths and, as Jesse releases her legs, Beca realizes she is covered in a sheen of sweat and unbearably hot.

"Fuck," Jesse grunts behind her. "Can we roll down the window, or something?"

"Mmff," Beca mumbled, reaching blindly to feel for the handle. "Can't reach," she groaned after failing to grab it, and she felt Jesse laugh beneath her.

"Fuck it, at least we're not cold anymore."

It's 9:25 pm when Beca and Jesse notice headlights behind them. The windows are no longer fogged up and their clothing no longer askew/unfasted/bunched up/pulled down. But Jesse's lips are still swollen from Beca's kisses, and Beca is tugging the collar of her sweater to better cover the marks left from Jesse's mouth.

"Jesus…has it already been four hours?" she asks incredulously.