Beca had just found out about Jesse's hobby, and she had to admit, it was really freaking attractive. He may not have had many occasions to show off his drumming skills during the acapella season, but after the finals, he had his older brother bring his drum set to Barden. So, when Beca went over one night for another bout of movie-cation, she stared a little. And, naturally, he caught her looking.

"What?" He asked.

"That's a drum-set." She said stupidly. Inwardly she cursed as she realized how dumb she sounded.

"Uh, yeah." Jesse laughed at her transfixed gaze.

"Please tell me that's yours, not Benji's."

"It's mine." He assured her.

"You have to play for me." Beca demanded.

He rumpled his hair nervously and shuffled his feet, but she wasn't taking no for an answer. she all but pushed him behind the set. He sat on the stool and picked up a pair of drum sticks painted to look like Von Gogh's "Starry Night." Beca smiled inwardly at his nerdiness. Apparently some extended past the movie-kingdom. Ever since she had kissed him the night of their final performance, she had been silently praising his inner-geek. It was fun to count all of the ways he was unique, and she was hoping that one day she'd be able to use all the information she collected to do something really nice for him.

Her thoughts of this were silenced when he started playing. At first he just twirled a stick in his hand, but seeing that he wasn't getting out of playing, he just went with it. He played to a song in his mind, or maybe he was making up the rhythm as he went along, but Beca was only partially paying attention to the beat. I was mostly watching his head bob to the music, his biceps rippling and his shoulder muscles bunching under his skin. As he moved, she decided she quite liked his arms and shoulders. she was unabashedly checking him out and she knew it. He hadn't noticed of course, he was engrossed in what he was doing. The concentrated look on his face just made him more attractive.

As the resounding cymbal came to an end, Jesse looked at Beca as if awaiting a rating from a judge. For a moment Beca was speechless, she wasn't sure what to say. she cleared her throat, tried to speak, and cleared her throat again. Since talking didn't seem to be an option, she gestured for him to come to her. Jesse stood and walked to her, but he was too slow, so Beca latched onto his wrist and yanked him to her.

Her hands traveled up those glorious arms and wound around his neck, pulling him down to her so she could kiss him. He responded quickly enough, his hands fluttering down to land on her waist. Beca's tongue darted out to taste his lower lip and he groaned in surprise. She ran her tongue around the seam of his lips before gathering the bottom lip into her mouth and suckling it. Jesse's breath hitched and he decided she wasn't playing fair. He pulled his lip from her mouth and Beca pouted, but he didn't allow her to complain before his teeth were feathering along her bottom lip. A particularly sharp nip made her moan softly and the sound sent a pulse of white hot lust straight to her core.

"Bec, do you want to stop?"

"No way." Beca answered breathlessly and Jesse grinned.

The smirk was promptly wiped away when she hitched one leg up on Jesse's waist. Using this leverage she ground her hips into his and a breathy moan escaped his mouth. He seemed embarrassed for a second, but soon forgot about that. There was no room for embarrassment when her hand was creeping up his arm, playing on his muscles and landing underneath his shirt on his shoulder. When Jesse's fingers began teasing a strip of skin between the hem of her shirt and her pant line, her nails dug into his skin, and he groaned at the primal feeling.

Her other hand caressed his side, fingers finding their way under his clothing and up his torso. Her palm rested over his heartbeat and Beca swayed her hips to the beat of his thundering pulse. She knew her own heart was stuttering like a mouse on crack, but she didn't care. Beca eventually had to break the kiss, as oxygen was becoming a necessity. Jesse, however, had other plans in mind. His lips trailed across her jaw, teeth grazing her earlobe and nosing at a sensitive spot just below her ear. His tongue trailed down the column of her pale throat, suckling and nibbling, mapping out all the sensitive places he could find.

Eventually she grabbed his face and pulled him back up to her lips, allowing his tongue entrance to her mouth. He realized they were moving backwards only when the back of his knees hit his bed. Beca pushed him down and back so his weight was resting on his arms. She sauntered over to him and straddled his lap, running her fingers through his hair before going to work on his neck.

I was nibbling on his collarbone, something she wasn't sure he would enjoy, but was glad when it turned out he did. She traveled upwards slowly, tonguing the valley of the crook of his neck, kissing up under his jaw, and licking the spot right under his ear, just as he had done with her. To her surprise, he cried out and his hips jutted underneath her. Beca smiled evilly, realizing she had just discovered a very sensitive spot. She pulled back, gave Jesse a mischievous smirk, and went to work torturing him.

When she pulled away, they were both panting. Jesse was looking at her like he had never seen her before; Beca was trying (and failing) to look innocent. After a moment of stare down, she dissolved into giggles. There he was: dazed, with pupils blown out wide, lips swollen, and breathing ragged. At her laughter, he tried his best to look affronted, but eventually just chuckled along with her. She was so adorable when she laughed; it was too hard to resist joining her in infectious laughter.

As Beca pulled back and settled in his lap, quite a few things became apparent. Jesse had been very, very interested in the proceedings. And there were more than a few love bruises on her neck.

"Uh oh." Jesse said.

"What? What's wrong?" she asked, self conscious for whatever reason.

Jesse caressed her neck and replied simply, "Have fun trying to hide that from the Bellas. I wouldn't want to be there when he girls see it."

I groaned and collapsed on the bed. Taking it for annoyance at him, Jesse was quick to apologize.

"I'm sorry; I should have asked you if I could. I shouldn't have just done that. That was a real dick move and pretty stupid on her part."

"No, that's not the problem." Beca had turned over with her hands covering her face. She spoke through a crack in between her fingers. "I'm just imagining what Amy's going to say. I'll have a field day."

Jesse laughed and she peeked at him. His laughing eyes looked down at her and she gave him a playful shove before sitting up.

"I need to go soon," Beca said as she began fixing her clothes. "When's our next movie night?"

"Let's see." He thought, "Today's Tuesday, right?" At her nod he continued. "How about Thursday? And then spring break is not next week but the week after?" She looked at him as a grin spread over her face.

"Right! Are you planning on going anywhere?"

"My parents haven't said anything yet, but I'm sure they'll want me to come home. We usually have a barbeque or something. What about you?"

"I don't have any particular interest in hanging out with my dad or stepmonster, so I might visit my mom. I doubt I'll call, so I might have to initiate plans myself."

"Well, if you don't get anything planned, you can come with me."

"Would that be okay with your family?"

"Yeah," He said confidently. "Why wouldn't they love you?"

Beca punched his arm lightly and got up from his bed. She walked into his bathroom to get a good look at the marks on her neck. She bruised easily, so she knew that these shadowy marks would be even more red and purple tomorrow. Beca took her hair down and began to arrange it, hopefully in a way that would cover most of the love bites. Jesse followed her and stood behind her, playing with her hair and apologizing again. She turned around and kissed him to get him to shut up before telling him she had to go. It was true; she had a meeting with the Bellas.

He pretended to pout. "You should blow it off and stay with me." He was joking and Beca knew it, he wouldn't ask her to do that. "I thought rehearsals were over?" He asked curiously.

"Even though we're not rehearsing right now, we decided we wanted to spend a few days a week together. A kind of girl's night. I'll text you if I get bored." Beca explained.

"You won't get bored and you know it." He teased.

Beca was not one to give up the chance to make a witty remark. "Maybe not, but you could stand to be a little bored. You might want to take a cold shower."

He looked down at himself and realized that his arousal was still pretty obvious. Beca had to admit that she liked what she saw, though she was hoping her perfected poker face would do its job.

She kissed him goodbye and hurried down the stairs to meet the other girls.

Girl's night went relatively well, and no one noticed her hickeys. At least that's what she thought until she was about to go back to her dorm and crash.

"Hey, Beca." It was Amy, who caught her as she was walking out of the auditorium, their designated hang out place. "You're lucky to have Jesse as your guy." She was pointedly looking at her neck. "Vocalists are very good with their mouths." She snickered.

"Yeah," Beca said, "But drummers do it harder." She laughed at her shocked expression and quickly left before Amy could regain her composure.

A/N: If you would leave some movies to use in some future chapters, that would be appreciated. Also, hugs and reviews are nice.