Remain

Chapter Four

Jesse: I need your help

What now? Beca texted back. A moment later she heard her phone beep again, alerting her to a new text message.

Jesse: Meet me in the laundry center. Operation – Clean Jesse's Clothes.

…it's 3 in the morning.

Jesse: I know. Couldn't sleep. I need help.

Yeah, the psychiatric kind. I'm sleeping.

Jesse: I'll buy you an ice-cream.

Beca snorted. Are you bribing me with food?

Jesse: Do you know how pretty you are?

OMG. Shut up. I'll be there soon. She replied, kicking her blankets off and forcing herself up and out of bed. Jesse was so going to owe her for this.

She slid a light gray skirt on followed by a black spaghetti strap top and slipped on a pair of flip-flops before grabbing her keys. A little while later Beca closed the washer lid and pressed the start button. "See? Easy."

Jesse gave her a bashful look, "In my defense, my mom never let me do the laundry."

She rolled her eyes and leaned against the washer she had just started. "It's called Google."

Jesse flashed her his adorable smile and moved closer, drawing her into a kiss. Beca sighed against his lips and moved her hands up his chest and around his neck, pulling his head down closer. A jolt shot through her when he pressed his hips against hers, feeling his excitement through his jeans. Beca laughed and groaned, "No way, we are not having sexytime in a freakin' laundry mat."

Jesse only grinned in response and let his hands trail up her thighs, raising up her skirt. Beca slapped at his hands, a serious face, "Back off, Buster!"

She tried to ignore the puppy-dog face he was giving her, managing to roll her eyes at it. Jesse had started trailing kisses along her neck, his hands roaming her back and stirring up a fiery heat between her legs when he suddenly stopped and pulled away, staring hard at her chest. "Ms. Mitchell, are you wearing a bra?"

Beca smirked at him and placed both hands on the washer behind her, using her arms to raise herself up so she sat on top of the washer, crossing her legs she replied with a simple, "Nope."

Jesse looked at her like he wanted to devour her and it damn near made her breathless. She watched as his eyes roamed over her entire body and the burning desire inside of her that threatened to explode is what made her slowly uncross her legs and slide them apart.

She loved that that little action was enough to make him groan out loud. He moved forward and slid his hands beneath her skirt again, further this time, hooking his fingers under the waist of her underwear and sliding them off of her. Beca was nearly panting as she unhooked his jeans and slowly slipped his zipper down before tugging his jeans and boxers down off of his hips enough to free what she needed.

Jesse let out a deep, throaty growl when her hand slid along his hardness. Her heart beat wildly, making her feel almost light headed as she hooked her legs around his waist and pulled him to her in order to close the small distance that stood between them. Jesse gripped her hips and shifted her to where it would be easier for him to get to her, before he pressed the tip of himself just between her aching lips.

Jesse let out another low moan as he moved himself along her entrance, teasing her. "Beca, fuck. You're already wet."

She used her legs to pull him again, urging him without using words to continue. She let out a small gasp when he suddenly pushed himself inside, granting her silent plea.

Thank God everyone was probably still asleep at this hour because the sound of her moans as he thrust into her seemed to be amplified in the small laundry center. The fireball inside her was starting to build and the bottom of her feet tingled in anticipation of her climax. Her fingers pressed into his skin as the pressure built. She knew he was getting close as well by how much faster his thrusts were coming.

Beca tightened her legs around his waist just as the fireball inside of her burst, releasing throughout her entire body. He clamped a hand over her mouth as her loud cry ripped its way out, muffling the sound of her release. He panted heavily when he finally removed his hand and planted a few small kisses along her chest. "Wow."

Beca slid her purse into the booth before following after it, looking across the table to look at her dad. "Fancy seeing you here."

He smiled at her, "Glad to see you haven't forgotten about your old man already."

"I told you," she said, looking down at the menu. "Not gonna happen."

"How are your classes going?"

Beca shrugged, "It's hard to say after a whole three days."

Steven grinned across the table at her as their waitress appeared. They both ordered their drinks and food and Beca took a bite out of the courtesy roll the waitress had set at their table, noticing for the first time that her dad was fidgeting. He looked nervous. "Oh hell, what happened?"

He looked at her in surprise, "Huh?"

"Spit it out, dad."

Steven nodded and took a bite of his own roll before meeting her eyes, "So, I've been seeing someone."

"Woah!" Beca stared at him.

"Don't sound so shocked." He mumbled.

"No, well I mean." She stopped and shook her head before continuing, "I just didn't know you were looking. You haven't dated anyone since mom. Wait, have you?"

"No." he shook his head, "Sheila is the first woman I've dated in a long time."

The two of them fell silent and thankfully that was when their waitress re-appeared with their hot plates of food. "Anything else I can get for ya'll?"

Beca told her no and she left them alone. "Ummm, how long have you been dating…Sheila?"

"About two weeks." He admitted, shrugging at her surprised look. "I didn't want to say anything to you unless I could see us maybe going umm…maybe having a future together."

"Wow, okay, well..good for you, dad." She told him, giving him a smile. "About time you settle down again."

He cleared his throat at that, "That's also what I wanted to talk to you about, Beca. The whole settling down thing."

She was going to crack a joke but the look on her face made her nearly swallow her tongue, "What do you mean?"

"What I want to say is that you're a freshman in college. You have four years to party and go to classes and meet new people and explore different paths in your life before you're kicked out into the real world and have to worry about debt and money and a job and family."

"And?" she prompted.

He sighed and placed his elbows on the table, "You know I like Jesse, he's a great guy."

Beca bristled.

"I just don't want you to settle down with someone at such a young age. He's your first boyfriend, I know you think you love him-"

"I think I love him?" she challenged, her nails tapping on the table.

"Just hear me out, Beca." He told her, holding his hands up in surrender. "I don't want to see you not live up to all of your potential because you're making all of your decisions to include Jesse. You need to be selfish and I just- I don't want you to spend your college years depressed when you and Jesse break up."

"Are you for serious right now?" she asked him, her voice rising. "You want me to dump my wonderful, amazing boyfriend so I can go whoring around school and experimenting with drugs?"

Steven sighed, "That is not what I said and I'm not telling you to break up with him, I'm just saying-"

"I know what you're saying. You don't think Jesse and I are going to last."

"It's just not likely-"

"Thanks for dinner." She told him, standing and grabbing her purse before throwing her napkin down on her plate. "I had a blast."

Good news! No flu! BUT I have a horrible sinus infection. Yuck. Thank all you lovely peoples for your wonderfully kind reviews and don't worry, I haven't forgotten that Bumper still needs to find out the truth about the car accident. It will come eventually, I promise!