Beca woke up with a start, her heart hammering. She was in a strange bed and it took her a few minutes to reorientate herself to her surroundings. OK, she's safe. She took deep breaths to calm down. There was a piano tinkling in the background and she saw movie posters galore on the walls. Right, she was in Jesse's apartment. She glanced to space at her side and saw it was not slept in. Hmm. She quietly went to the bathroom to clean up. He had left a spare toothbrush out for her with a post -it note with her name on it. Seriously, what a dork. She had to smile though. He was still so sweet.

When she went to the living room, he was at the piano, his back to her. The sun was streaming through the windows and the rays caught the side of his head, lighting up his hair. Beca just stood there for a minute, taking in the sight before her and listening to him play. He must have felt her watching because he stopped playing and turned around.

"Hey there, sleepyhead. Decided to wake up?"

"Yeah, your horrible caterwauling woke me up."

"I have to let you know this is an award winning score," he said as he continued playing. She came over and sat beside him.

"Did you sleep well?"

Beca nodded. "You didn't sleep next to me," she said matter of factly.

He gave a small smile "I finished the movie and slept on the sofa."

He segued to another song and hummed under his breath. It was beautiful rendition of Appollonia's theme from The Godfather. Beca could not keep her eyes off his strong hands caressing the keys. The song was heart-breaking in its loveliness – so much longing and love. Then he began to sing quietly :

Speak softly , love and hold me warm against your heart
I feel your words, the tender trembling moments start
We're in a world, our very own
Sharing our love that only few have ever known

Beca could hardly breathe. This was so not fair. He was not playing fair. How could she resist such an assault to her senses? His voice, his music, his hands. It felt like he was caressing her whole body slowly.

Wine coloured days, warmed by the sun
Deep velvet nights when we are one

Speak softly love so no one hears us but the sky
The vows of love we make will live until we die
My life is yours, it's all because
You came into my world with love so softly love

He sang the last two lines with a melancholic look in his face. He didn't dare to look at Beca; it would be too much. Beca leaned forward and gently touch his shoulder and in the next moment, they both fell into each other's arms, desperately seeking each other's lips, skin, hair. Anything. Anything to slake this thirst and longing they both felt.

The fallback fell shut and the bench fell crashing backwards. He had her up against the piano and her legs automatically wrapped around his hips, her arms around his neck pulling him close, his hands tangled in her hair. He groaned when Beca broke from the kiss and started kissing his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. He claimed back her mouth, kissing fiercely into her, tasting her before trailing his lips down to her neck and nipping it.

Jesse was drunk with Beca. His hands were now underneath her shirt, restless on her waist. She was not playing fair. He could not resist this. He tried to fight this raging tide of lust that threaten to overcome him. But the feel of her, the heat of her, the scent of her. It was driving him mad. His hand brushed the underside of her bare breast and he groaned desperately into her neck, "Beca… please! Please tell me to stop."

Beca was panting heavily. She could not think.

"I can't," she whispered hoarsely. " I…I don't want you to stop."

And with that, he was overcomed.

They were both lying on their backs, staring at the ceiling, trying to regain their normal breath. They didn't even make it to the bedroom - they just sank to the floor in a frenzy of lust and consumed each other. It was not soft nor gentle. It was primal, greedy, passionate. Her nails raked his back as he drove into her mercilessly and she screamed his name. And when he felt her clenching around him, when he felt her moving wildly under him, racked with pleasure, he could not hold back. He was lost into oblivion, gasping her name over and over again.

Jesse finally turned and looked at her worriedly. "Are you OK? Did I hurt you?"

Beca smiled and stroked his cheek. "No. But you tore your tshirt." She gestured at the Star Wars tshirt she was wearing which was now in tatters.

"Yeah, it was in the way," he grinned. He got up and helped her to her feet. They were still unsteady and held hands to the bathroom to clean themselves up.

"Jesse," she said softly, tracing the lacerations on his back and arms. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's kinda sexy."

They shared a soft kiss.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

"After that? I could eat a horse."

"No horse. Pancakes."

"OK, I think I should have stuff for pancakes in the cupboard."

Beca went to the kitchen and started looking for ingredients in the cupboards. Jesse found her later, looking very frustratedly at the flour in the top cupboard which was beyond her reach. He chuckled at her expression and came over.

"Not funny," she said, narrowing her eyes at him.

He just laughed and picked her round the waist from the back, kissed her shoulder and held her up so she could reach the pack of flour.

"I am expecting exceptional pancakes, Beca. I seem to remember you boasting about your cooking skills."

"Don't you worry, Swanson. It will be so good you wouldn't want me to leave."

"I already don't."

Beca pushed the high stack of pancakes across the counter. He picked up the plate and made a big show of looking at the pancakes from all angles, sniffing it before sinking a fork in and ate a mouthful. He did not say anything, just chewed and ate more mouthfuls. Beca was looking at him with a smirk on her face.

He looked at Beca with a thoughtful expression, still silent.

"Are you plotting something, Swanson?"

"As the matter of fact, I am. I am plotting on how to keep you captive here forever. I could get used to this, you know. Hot morning sex and then pancakes."

"Gross."

His phone rang and when he saw who was calling, Jesse groaned. OK, he can do this. He's a big boy.

"Mom? Yeah... I meant to call, honest. It's been hectic... Yeah, that's Beca... No, Mom. Please don't get too excited.. Mom, calm down. No, we went for dinner and she went home... Mom, don't. "

Jesse rubbed his face as he listened to his mom. Beca was grinning.

"Mom, I'm not comfortable talking about this... No, she didn't stay the night."

"Hi Mrs Swanson!" Beca hollered. Jesse looked horrified and ran to the living room. "No, mom. That's not Beca. It was the TV. You are hearing things." Beca ran after Jesse and started tickling him hard. Jesse tried to bat her hands away with one hand with not much success. He then wrapped Beca securely using one arm but she was still tickling him and laughing.

"Mom, I have to go now. My pancakes are burning. No... yes, I learnt to make them. Bye mom, see you next week, love you." He tossed his phone aside and looked down at Beca, squirming at his side and laughing. He tried to look annoyed but failed miserably seeing Beca's face.

"What was that for?"

"Hee hee hee."

His phone rang again. Oh God - he thought when he saw who was calling.

"Hi Kate... yeah, I saw your message. No... what? you are not serious? Kate... " Jesse looked a little pale. He held the phone out to Beca. "Please talk to her. She said she will kick me in the balls the next time she sees me if she doesn't get to talk to you."

Beca took the phone.

"Hey Kate... yeah, it's me. How have you been?... yeah... hey, Jesse told me you send me Christmas cards every year. I am so sorry, babe... I move around so much." Jesse looked at Beca talking to his sister, like no time had passed and his heart just sang.

Beca looked up at him. "I don't know yet, Kate... yeah...I know. I try not to... Oh, I am not sure I can make that." Her expression softened. "Yeah, me too... I'll text you my number, OK? We'll have a long chat. Do you want to talk to Jesse? No? OK, bye."

She handed the phone over to Jesse and then got up and walked to the bedroom, her posture a little stiff and guarded. Jesse cursed inwardly. He knew that look. That was the walls going up. His lunatic family just drove her away. When he found her in the bedroom, she was getting dressed in her clothes.

"Becs?"

"I should go."

"No, don't. Please."

He came over and hugged her tightly. "Just stay a while longer. Please."

"I don't want to hurt you, Jesse. Or your family."

"Don't think about that. We are nowhere near there. Let's just have this, OK?" And he rained kisses all over her face, hair, neck, anywhere he could reach.

She melted against him, her resolve broken. He gently pushed her onto the bed and they lie in the warm bed, kissing softly for the longest time. Beca just shut down all her dark thoughts. She felt warm and safe here in his arms. When the kisses got more heated, he undressed her gently and kissed her body slowly. This time it was slow, gentle, intense. He took his time re-discovering her, tracing lines of pleasure all over her. She surrendered herself totally, beyond care now, except for the feeling of his hands, his lips, his hard body against her. And when he was finally thrusting into her, he held her close, looking deep into her eyes. When she came, her tears fell at the intensity of it all. And when they were done, they seek each other arms and fell into a deep slumber.

A/N : Hello all, if you are interested, the song is Appollonia's love theme from The Godfather. It also goes with the name "Speak Softly love." I saw a piano rendition on Youtube by Robin Spielberg of the theme and it was beautiful. Something I could imagine Jesse playing for Beca. In The Godfather, Appollonia was Michael Corleone's thunderbolt love.

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