AN: This is a companion piece to the previous Chapter 3 "Daylight". You don't have to read that chapter to read this one, but they I would prefer if you did. This is another re-visit to a storyline inspired by Maroon 5's Daylight. Again there is no ownership on my part.

"You act like I have some choice in the matter! Like I want to go!" Jesse threw down his clothes into the suitcase in frustration and proceeded to the bathroom to gather his tooth brush, shaving items and other toiletries.

"Well you don't seem to mind it at all.!" Beca snapped back, she pulled open the closet and stared at his side of it full of button up shirts, properly folded tees, and Treble paraphernalia. She just wanted to bundle it all in her arms and hurl it at him with all her might.

Jesse returned from the bathroom and haphazardly threw the items he had collected into the bag on the bed, then sat down beside it. He ran a quick and shaking hand through his mess of curls. "Can we just quit for a second? We both knew this night was coming. We both pretended for a long time that it wasn't going to happen. But now here it is, and I don't want to spend it like this. I don't want to fight tonight."

He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her tiny form, bringing her in close to him. His lips gingerly caressed the curve of her neck and with them banished all her thoughts of destruction to his belongings. She folded into his embrace and he knew at least things were temporarily forgotten if not yet forgiven. She sighed and turned within his arms to face him. "Lets finish packing your things. Then you can show me how much you really don't want to leave me." She raised herself on her tip toes and gave him a gentle kiss before extracting herself from his warmth.

Reluctantly he opened his sock draw and began to remove its contents.

He had wanted it to be slow and gentle, full of longing; and though she hated the phrase, he had wanted it to be "love-making." She however had different intentions in mind. She had torn away his clothes in reckless abandonment and pushed him down into the bed, exerting a greater amount of force than her small frame could imply. Her kisses were passionate, desperate, even angry. Despite all his attempts to slow down their pace he found himself giving into her seduction, his weakness for this woman revealed. She was his very own Siren.

They both collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion. She had been laying on her front, head turned and watching him when she finally drifted to sleep, but he stayed awake, tracing nonsensical patterns into the small of her bare back. He looked over at the alarm clock just beyond her shoulder. 3:36 AM. He could feel the heaviness of his lids descending and knew as much as he wanted to stay awake just to watch her, he would eventually succumb to sleep. He pressed a long lingering kiss to her shoulder to which she responded with a small wiggle of her body closer to his and a breathy sigh. Content with that very moment he allowed himself to give into the night.

The morning had been abrupt and rude as his "friends" charged into his bedroom unannounced. He glanced over at Beca who had already drawn the bed covers up around her but did not seems at all distressed by the presence of the Treblemakers in her bedroom. Jesse looked up at them relieved to see they all respectfully had their hands over their eyes, even Bumper.

"Enough knocking boots. We have a plane to catch. Bumper has a date with Vegas Baby!" Even with one hand over his eyes, Bumper Allen was still able to give a successful hip thrusting motion.

Jesse rolled his eyes and quickly pulled on his boxers and a tee before tossing Beca one of his Treble shirts to pull over herself. He barely had his jeans up when the guys grabbed him by his underarms and started hauling him away, leaving Benji to grab his poorly packed and somewhat forgotten suitcase.

"Wait Wait! Let me say goodbye!" Jesse squirmed out of Donald and Uni's hold and jumped back onto the bed, grabbing Beca's face to soundly kiss her while the other guys groaned and exited the room. "I'll be thinking of you the whole time" he whispered.

She smiled into his kiss. "Same."

He pulled back in surprise, "Really? Even when you are backstage with Adam Levine?"

She gave him a crooked grin, "Hmm your right, probably not then." She gave him another kiss and a pat on the backside to tell him to get going. She laughed as he grumbled something under his breath about "Stupids tattoos" , "hottest man alive" and being mad at Chloe for arranging the whole thing.

Just before the door was about to close behind them Beca called out for Benji who promptly stuck his head through the door, eyes still squeezed shut despite Beca being dressed. "Benji, ground rules. No private champagne room dances for Jesse, no matter how much Bumper says. You share a room with Jesse. No tattoos. If there is cross dressing, take pictures. That does not stay in Vegas. Do not let Jesse call me this weekend. But if you guys get in trouble, you call me right away. I hold you responsible Applebaum." Benji gave a fervent nod before retreating from the room.

She glanced at the clock which read 7:22AM. Damn those guys for booking such an early flight. She curled back under the covers, taking in the scent of Jesse's t-shirt she now donned and opted to sleep a little longer before getting up for her own feared (but anticipated) Bachalorette Party.

The end

AN: Less sad than the last one yes?