I'm not sure where I'm going with this. I just needed to get this idea out there. May continue it? *shrug* I just know I have an unhealthy obsession with this movie...


Reason #20: Your chance to do it in a specific location

Jesse had a bucket list. A sex bucket list. He pilfered it after watching an episode of How I Met Your Mother: Lily's 50 Reason to Have Sex. He printed out the list and ran out of his room, out the dorm, down two blocks, past the pizza place, to Beca's apartment. He pounded on the door, and Fat Amy let him in with barely a nod in his direction. He burst into Beca's room with a huge grin on his face.

"Beca! Becaww! Check this out!"

Beca was reading on her bed and the book dropped into her lap as Jesse burst into her room. "Holy what the fuck! Hi, manners, where are they? Learn to knock, weirdo."

Jesse's smile stretched across his face like the Cheshire cat. Beca was worried. She knew this look. It was his "I have a horrible idea" smile (he called it his "I have an awesome idea smile"). Jesse sat down on Beca's bed and she stared at him as he clutched a piece of paper in his hand.

"This is going to be legen – wait for it –" Jesse paused for dramatic effect.

Beca rolled her eyes. "You've been—"

"Dary! Legendary!"

"—watching How I Met Your Mother again, haven't you?" Beca finished. Jesse nodded and handed her the piece of paper. It was slightly crumpled from clutching it in his hand as he was running down the street.

Beca started reading the paper and her eyes went wide. "Dude. No. You've got to be kidding me."

"Oh, come on! These are awesome!"

Beca pointed at number seven. "Paratrooping?" Her mouth dropped open and pointed at number fourty-one. "Because she looks like your superhot cousin? Jesse, these are ridiculous."

"That's the point!" The Cheshire cat smile was still plastered on his face

"But – " She paused.

"But what? You don't have a real reason, and you're just trying to rain on my parade?" He smiled sweetly at her, and she rolled her eyes. It was hard to resist his smile sometimes. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her forehead. "Bucket list." He kissed her nose. "Sex bucket list." He kissed her lips. "Come oonnnnnn."

Beca exaggerated a sigh. She wasn't sure how he managed to be utterly adorable and painfully irritating at the same time. "I'm pretty sure some of these are just… not okay."

Jesse picked her up and sat her in his lap as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Does this mean it's a yes?" he asked excitedly.

She ignored him and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his ear then sucking on it gently. Jesse's breathing quickened slightly and his arms tightened around her waist. Beca started kissing down his jaw and nipped gently at his neck.

"You – " Jesse gulped. "Didn't. You didn't." Jesse sighed. "Answer."

"I forgot, what was the question again?" Beca teased as she moved to kiss his lips, sucking on his bottom lip. Jesse let out a quiet moan.

"What? What question?" Jesse's thoughts were starting to fog. Were they having a conversation?

"Pizza's here!" Fat Amy called down the hall.

"Oh, dinner!" Beca extricated herself from Jesse's grasp, and gave him a quick kiss. "Let's go, lover boy." And with that, she walked out of her room leaving Jesse with a dumbfounded look on his face, sitting alone on her bed.

He was so going to get her back for that.


Some of the reasons on the list were a bit far-fetched. Jesse wasn't about to have break-up sex with Beca (it didn't make any sense) or have sex because Beca was trying to time an egg (no aca-children yet, thank you very much). Others were delightfully challenging. His favorite was number twenty, "Your chance to do it in a specific location." Oh, if Luke only knew.

It was really Luke's fault that this happened. Jesse didn't hate the guy or anything. Luke definitely got on his nerves, and it irritated him whenever Luke flirted with Beca, but he wasn't worried about them. He just hated that Luke enjoyed making him his little errand boy. Luke decided to run him around campus all day, getting various things for him. Each time, Luke had Jesse return to the radio station, sort some records, then have him out on another errand.

On the last errand, Jesse came back and threw the bag with the burger in it at Luke. "Here's your dinner. I don't care. I'm not going back out."

Luke caught the bag and grinned. "I just figured you'd like the exercise. Doesn't seem like you get out much."

Jesse was about to answer, but Beca cut him off. "Hey, look at the time. Luke, you said you were leaving early. I can close the place down tonight. Why don't you leave, like, now."

Luke shrugged and took the burger out of the bag, taking a bite on his way out the door. He gave a one-handed wave as the door shut behind him.

"Why is he such an asshole," Jesse sighed.

"Because he's a second-time senior still working at the college radio station?"

Jesse blinked. "Touché." He leaned against the infamous semen-desk and Beca walked up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, hugging him. He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "How are you just so cute and tiny."

Beca punched him playfully in the stomach. "Yet I could still kick your ass."

Jesse was reminded of the Tonehangers. "Please don't punch me in the face. It's my best feature!"

Beca put her hands against Jesse's stomach. "I wouldn't say that…"

Jesse's mood instantly changed. Her hands were on his stomach and he couldn't think of anything else. Ever since she left him hanging high and dry yesterday, he wanted her more than usual.

Jesse put his arms around Beca's waist and lifted her up on the desk, positioning himself between her legs. "Really. So what would you say is my best feature?" he asked. Even though she was sitting on the desk, she was still shorter than he was. He leaned down and punctuated his question with a lingering kiss against her lips.

Beca didn't answer as she wrapped her legs around his waist and put her hands in his hair to bring him closer to her. They stayed like this for a while, lips against lips, hands running through hair, sighing softly – until Beca pulled away.

Jesse wasn't having it and he took the opportunity to rain kisses down her neck. "Jesse," she signed into his ear. He grinned and nipped her neck gently. "Jesse, we need to stop."

"Why." He moved to kiss her collarbone and Beca's hands tightened in his hair.

"Because. We're at. The radio station. This table. Is disgusting," she managed to get out. Jesse was causing her to forget to breathe.

"What's your point?" he mumbled into her shoulder as his lips pushed back her button down shirt and kissed ever bit of exposed skin. He loved her in her button downs. It was just so damn hot. Actually, it didn't matter what she was wearing. She looked hot anyway. More so with nothing on… which was what he was trying to get to.

"My point." Beca swallowed. Jesse was making it difficult to resist him. "My point is that –" Why was she fighting this? Luke was gone. No one else was here. And she had to admit, it was kind of exhilarating.

Well, she made up her mind and promptly ceased caring. In that moment, her hands reached under Jesse's shirt and tossed it over his head. Her enthusiasm threw Jesse off his momentum in ridding Beca of her button-down for a second, and he stared back at her, shirtless and stunned.

"This is good," Beca said, admiring Jesse shirtless. She loved the way his hips cut into a V-shape as it tapered down towards his jeans. Her hands went straight to that spot and caressed the skin there, causing goosebumps to erupt along Jesse's sides. Jesse shivered and took the opportunity to unbutton her shirt and toss it to the floor next to his.

He crushed his lips against hers and her hands went to his back, scratching lightly. Jesse shivered in pleasure and placed his hands on the small of her back, bringing her closer to him. Beca felt him gently rocking against her and grinned against his mouth.

"What's so funny?"

"Your face," Beca deadpanned.

Jesse rolled his eyes and answered her with another kiss, tongue gently pushing into her mouth. Beca sighed and responded by reaching her hands down to slowly unbuckle his belt. His hand reached under her tanktop and caressed any skin he could find. Beca's hand stilled as his hand cupped her through bra and she moaned his name into his mouth. It spurned him on to divest her of her jeans as quickly as possible.

He lifted her up off the table momentarily so she could kick off her jeans. She giggled and brought him back towards her, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them to the floor with her feet. "Is that a pen in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me? Oh wait… your pants are on the floor."

He chuckled and pushed himself against her, making her eyes go wide. Two could play at that game. She reached a hand down and caressed him through his boxers, watching him as his eyes fluttered shut. He let out a heavy breath, resting his head against her shoulder as her hands continued to make his entire body twitch.

All too quickly, she stopped and he whined. "Becaaa…"

She leaned towards his ear and whispered huskily, "Number twenty." She pulled him out of his boxers and slowly sank onto him. He moaned and dropped his forehead against hers, taking a second to breathe. She started to rock her hips against his and he squeezed his eyes shut. She bit his ear softly and he started pushing against her, using his arms to hold her off the table to keep her from scraping against it.

It didn't take long at all. He was still pent up from yesterday. He reached a hand down between them and pushed the bundle of nerves that caused her nails to claw into his back as she bit down on his shoulder.

They were both breathing heavily, holding each other and laughing softly.

"Luke is going to kill us," Beca said.

"Please. Please don't ever mention his name again while we're like this. Ever," Jesse begged.

Beca smiled and kissed Jesse on the nose. "Well, this is one you can cross off your list."

Jesse grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. "One of many."