Don't be too hard on me, eh? First fanfic in the Bade Victorious world. Enjoy and please review both positive and negative reviews welcomed.
Disclaimer: I'm not worthy enough to own Victorious and if I did Bade would be making out and doing many other things in every scene.
ENJOY!
And this is not right. So not right, far from it actually. But why does it fell so fucking right? Like it's how it should be and never doubted, no one should ever question it, they're both trying to convince themselves of this deed.
Jade attacks his lips as soon as they enter her apartment, the sound of their kissing echoing throughout the room, and Beck wonders if anyone can hear them.
Probably. Surely. But they don't care- they can't care because if they did they wouldn't be doing this. Any of this.
He pushes Jade against the wall, his greedy tongue exploring every single corner of her mouth, and he feels elated when she starts moaning against his lips. He presses his body against hers, and he knows that she can already feel how his body is responding to their making out. His tan hands gliding to her sides and swiftly lifting the material of her shirt to feel her warm skin. Sighing in content with the familiar touch.
Beck feels dizzy, as he always feels whenever they meet. For a moment he forgets about his wedding band, for a second he forgets about Jade's. How ironic that both are married but not to each other, and here they are, making up for lost time.
Jade's teeth start nibbling on his neck, and he can't help but remember the night this affair started. High school reunion, a look across the room, and both knew that they couldn't ignore each other. Let's meet again to catch up, they both said, both knowing that catching up wouldn't really happen, because that's not who they are. He just couldn't look into Jade We- Daniels eyes and not feel like he longed to be with her. Because he did, more than anything he wanted to be the one to proudly slung an arm around her shoulders, kiss her soft plump lips, stare into her pools of ocean blue- an ocean he could get lost in for centuries.
They didn't really want to know about what had happened in the years they spent apart. At least Beck didn't Then again the headlines on every magazine silently mocked him. They let him know that she was indeed not his anymore, she was Hollywood's 'bad boy' other half. Beck clenched his jawline thinking back to the night Jade had gotten married. The same night he proposed to his soon to be wife. Oh you married him, oh you married her, jobs, responsibilities and bitter regret. Regret. There was nothing more he regretted than not fighting for the raven haired beauty. A passionate kiss, fast hands, and they were back to square one.
He comes back from his reminiscing and finds himself on top of Jade, the bed squeaking under their weight. This is what their high school love has been reduced to: secluded locations and guilt-ridden kisses. Jade sighs as Beck fully lifts her blouse, and he knows that they don't have much time.
Time has never been their friend. After all it only took ten mere seconds to ruin it all. Ten fucking seconds.
"I missed you." he groans, unhooking the back of Jade's lacy black bra. He smiles at this fact cause maybe just maybe not much has changed since high school.
"I've missed you too, so much." she says, and he notices the tears in her eyes threatening to pour out and freely run down her smooth pale pink tinted cheeks.
They both get rid of their clothes, not wanting to think about what else they're getting rid of as they undress, and Beck holds his breath at the sight of Jade's body. He remembers the first time he saw it, they were nervous teenagers in a messy RV, he couldn't breathe, and things hadn't changed that much.
But they aren't teenagers anymore. And they are in her room. And they both have their own homes.
No, not a home, thinks Beck, pressing his lips on Jade's neck. This is home. Where he belongs.
He kisses Jade's collarbone before moving to her breasts, his tongue working fast and eager, and she is moaning loudly. Beck lives for her sounds, he thinks of them whenever he's alone, whenever he is trying to write a short story, whenever he sleeps with his wife. His eyes close tightly at the thought of having to touch someone else who wasn't Jade.
Nobody said it was the right thing to do, but it sure as hell feels right to him.
Only… not really.
He flips them over so Jade is lying on top of him, and her soft lips are all over his chest, causing him to let out a groan. Jade's lips are on his stomach and he wonders if she does the same thing to her husband. Probably not. Hopefully not.
They never mention their spouses' names, it would only make them real, and this is their escape from reality. Because during the few hours they spend together every week they can pretend that they're still together, that their love made it through, that they made things work out. That it didn't take just ten seconds to ruin Beck&Jade... Sometimes Beck lets his mind play tricks on him and he's convinced that every time they meet up Jade's his wife, the soon-to-be mother of his child, his best friend and fuck it gets so hard to believe.
They lie to themselves, because the truth hurts too much. Because they have to live with the consequences of their decisions and that is punishment enough.
Beck gasps when he feels Jade trailing kisses down his chest and up his neck where she marks her as his. And he lets her do so cause when reality hits she'll faintly smile down at the forming hickey and trace her warm finger tips against the lining. Apology after apology and a small peck. She is the only one who makes him feel like this, almost feverish, almost gone. Her mouth is moving fast, her lips are scorching his skin, and her tongue is making him lose it.
He tugs gently on Jade's hair and she stops, and he beckons her to come closer. Funny how they don't really speak, but there is no need to. They get each other. Always have and always will.
Jade moves closer to him and they kiss, and he tastes his own bitterness in her mouth. It's Jade's taste and his own mixed in one messy, torturous kiss, and that's the way it should be. He wants Jade's husband to know, he wants him to know that Jade will always be his, even if they're not really together. He wants Jade's husband to notice the marks on her skin, the different taste in her mouth, but he knows it's just a delirious dream.
"Babe." he says breathlessly, and she kisses him fervently. They move around and he's on top of her, and he can't help himself; he pushes into her in one swift move and Jade's lips part, a low moan escaping her lips. He moves slowly, he wants to make this last, he needs a memory to get him through another day without her.
"Leave him." he groans, nibbling on her earlobe. His tan hand cupping her tinted cheek placing kisses down her jaw, neck and collarbone. He smirks smugly against her skin noticing he left yet another small mark on her soft flesh. Maybe her husband will notice. And maybe in some other occasion Beck would scowl himself for his selfish thoughts- but he's fucking hoping he notices and leaves Jade, leave her for him to come and pick up the pieces. But he know that's not likely to happen for her husband is one stupid dense asshole.
"I can't." Jade sadly sighs and Beck's jaw once again clenches, he grips her hips tighter and Jade only lets out a small whimper trying to mask the pain. "Leave her." Chewing on her lower lip she looks up at him with glossy hopeful eyes and Beck can't stand it. He has to look away before he agrees to the impossible, he turns his head to the other side biting on the inside of his cheeks.
"I can't, and you know that." and everything seems suddenly final.
Jade wraps her legs around him, making Beck push in deeper, and his thrusts become more urgent, more frenzied. He wants her more than anything in the world, but he can't have her. He can't have her because he already did once and he stupidly lost her.
He moves faster, sliding in and out of Jade almost haphazardly, and her still black colored fingernails dig into his back. He is fucking (there's not another word for it) her harder and harder, part of him wanting to hurt her because she hurt him in the past. Tears are rolling down Jade's cheeks and he notices them, and he feels guilty and broken.
It's as if they're punishing each other somehow. Slowly killing one another, slowly but surely. He hates himself for it.
"Damn it, Jade." he says under his breath, and bites Jade's lower lip, his teeth tugging aggressively on it.
"Beck!" she moans, and he almost loses it, but he tries to focus. He can't let this end, not now, not ever.
He flips them over again so she's on top of him, and they both stop moving for a moment. This is his favorite view of her, being able to see almost every inch of her skin, her messy wavy curls framing her face. He looks at the flushed face, the bruised lips, and he knows that he will never love anyone like he loves her. Ever.
And he knows that Jade feels the same way, and it's all a beautiful, utter mess.
Jade moves slowly, her eyes closed and he wants her to look at him. He exists, even if she wants to pretend he doesn't "Open your eyes." he says, gripping her hips and sitting up and she obeys.
"I have to go on endlessly days without seeing those eyes... Don't you even dare on taking them away from me now." he continues, and she faintly smirks, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her hands running and scratching through his unruly locks.
Their eye contact never breaks, not even as Jade starts moving faster, not even when he painfully digs his fingers in her hips, grabbing every inch of flesh he is able to.
Jade starts mumbling incoherently, and Beck knows she's close. He knows her better than anyone, and he knows how to push her limits. He slightly arches his hips and Jade lets out a little scream and her movements become increasingly faster.
She is screaming, and Beck feels her muscles tighten around him, and he gulps, he gulps because he knows he is about to lose it too. "Fuck." he mutters, and he lets go. He can't see a thing but Jade's face, the way she looks like she's about to enter pure bliss, the way she bites her lower lip before as she runs a hand through her dark hair.
It seems never ending; they're both moaning and holding on to each other, and Jade's face is bright pink, and Beck thinks that she had never looked so beautiful. He wants to stay like this forever, but he knows that the moment will end soon, and he doesn't know if he will be able to say goodbye again.
They're sweaty or at least he is (cause Jade doesn't do sweaty) and sticky and bothered, but they have never been so perfect. They are breathing hard, and Jade lies down next to him, their legs intertwining, and they kiss. It's a slow, patient kiss, as if they have all the time in the world.
They don't. Never have, never will.
"I'll have to go soon.. he'll be leaving work any minute now and I hav-" she's silenced with his lips. He doesn't want to hear it.
He also knows that he will take a shower after Jade leaves, trying to erase her scent with soap (a strong scent that contains the strong smell of coffee and a minty mist). He also knows that Jade is etched in his bronzed skin and that he will never truly get rid of her. He knows that his wife will touch him where Jade touches him, trying to make him forget.
Not going to happen. Ever.
"We could run away, you know." his fingers running through her hair and stopping to twirl a strand of her vibrant colored extension around his tan finger, his other free hand tracing circles on her bare skin. "Just leave everything and live our lives and… get married with little Jade's and Beck's running around our big house."
"Grow old together." continues Jade. Her head peering up and chin now resting on his bare chest as blue meet brown. "Look back at these clandestine meetings and laugh, laugh about how we had to hide. How we had to hide our love and live a loveless marriage."
"But we can't, huh." says Beck. Not a question but a statement.
"No. It's not that easy..." sighs Jade sadly, and he wraps his arms around her. Beck's lips touch her forehead, and Jade's shaking, and everything is wrong.
"I'm sorry." Jade whispered for the thousandth time since their affair started.
"Don't." he says for the thousandth time as well.
"I should have never walked out on you…" she says miserably, and his heart stops. His breathing stops as well.
"I should have never let you walk out." he says, finally letting out a shaky breathe.
"I just.. I love you so much." she cries burying her face in the crook of his neck.
Beck's eyes close tightly as he too feels the tears cascading down his face, his arms holding onto her for dear life. "I fucking love you, Jade." His nose brushes against her raven hair and he once again breaths in her scent knowing damn well that it's the only thing keeping him going.
"I know." she chocks out followed by a small sniffle, and he smirks, because things haven't changed at all. It's like their back in high school planning their futures out. If only they'd known what the future had in store for them.
"Does she… Tori… does she suspect anything?" asks Jade, worried. Cause sure she knows what she's doing is wrong and if Tori knew she'd never forgive them. But in a strange way Jade finds herself not wanting to hurt the brunette pop-star, which only makes these meetings all the more painful.
"It takes a liar to know a liar." snaps Beck. "She asks questions, I just don't give her answers… what about him… Ryder?" The name makes him sheer in angrier and his hands fold into fists.
Jade shakes her head, a guilty look in her face. "No. He has no idea. Not a clue."
Figures. Beck silently thinks.
"Good. I don't want you to leave." he says, a desperate attempt to make this last longer.
"I don't want to leave." she says, burying her face in his shoulder, and he feels the tears burn his skin. "But I have to."
"I know. I fucking know."
He knows that they will get caught one day, and that their explanations will make no sense, and that they will lose everything and everyone. He thinks of his parents, he thinks of her parents, and wonder if it's all worth it.
Beck looks at her and her blue eyes are staring back, the utmost love and dedication shining in them. He leans in for another kiss, and yes, it is worth it. It's worth everything this world has to offer.
They are both being selfish, but nobody ever said that love was easy. Their story never went smoothly, things were always complicated between them. And he knows that that will never change.
It is what it is. And God does Beck hate it.
So… yeah, this is my first fanfiction in the Victorious Bade world, I mainly just write Eclare stories (a pairing on the great ol' show Degrassi) anyways I've always just lurked around and read Bade fanfic but have recently had an idea that I thought would suit this flawless perfect couple known as Bade. Basically, Jade and the Victorious gang- minus the perfect Beck Oliver (just in the background history) attend this highly world renown academy. It's the home to all it's local rich and talented teenagers, Jade West being one of these teens. She's beautiful, smart, talented, sexy, popular envied by many girls, and wanted by many boys. She's the head cheerleader at her school and has been dating school's bad boy and football captain Ryder Daniels for about a year now they're the school's IT couple and despite Ryder's rep. he genuinely cares and loves his girlfriend, he'd do anything for her and he likes to think that the same applies to her when it comes to him. All is well- but what happens once Senior year starts up and a certain Beck Oliver finds himself with a scholarship to said academy. A certain blue eyed goth's world is about to be turn upside down and she learns a few lessons along the way. So review and tell me what you think about my possible soon to be story?