We Are Titanium Chapter 21: Where He Initiates Phase Three, a pitch perfect fanfic

****Where He Intitiates Phase Three****
Ignoremistakes. :)
*Author's P.O.V.*

"Hey Jesse?"

"Yeah?"

"If I asked you to, would you f*ck me?" Jesse was shocked by the question but he immediately knew the answer. Its Beca, he'd do anything she asked. "Anytime, anywhere." He answered with a smile. They were sitting at one of Beca's meetings with all of her co workers piled around her, but she still asked. "Will you right now?"

His answer was still the same.

He picked her up and, her arms and legs wrapping around him, and laid her on the big table. He kissed her hard and her nails scratched his skin. They could hear her boss yelling for them to stop but they ignored it. Jesse's hands wandered under her jeans and she moaned as they rubbed against her skin. Her hand slid down the front of his pants and that was enough to get rid of her co workers.

When they all piled out of the room, Beca pushed Jesse away and ripped her shirt off. Jesse did the same before climbing on top of her. He buried his face in her neck and massaged her breasts as he nipped at the skin of her sweet spot. Beca's hands went to work unbuttoning his pants and when she had them undone, she rolled on top of him. She worked them down his legs before doing the same with hers. She then connected their groins and began to furiously move.

"Beca. God!" Jesse moaned at the sensation of her body moving against his. It felt just like it did the day she made angry love to him after her dad's reaction to her pregnancy. She slowed down and he whined. "Jesse, wake up." She whispered into his ear.

Wake up? Is he dreaming? Of course he is, this is too good to be true. But that doesn't mean he can't try. "Beca please." He begged, trying to stay asleep just long enough to finish this. "Please finish."

To his surprise, her lips connected to his and her body began to move incredibly fast against his. He screamed into her mouth as she finished him. She fell against his chest, breathing heavily. She pressed her lips against his ear, "Wake up now."

"Swanson! Get the h*ll up!" Jesse jerked awake at the sharp pain of Beca's hand hitting his face. "What? What's wrong?"

"You're girlfriend is trying to talk to you." Jesse turned to look at Maddy. "Derek, Donald, Stacie, Amy, Bumper, and I are going to the bar. You wanna come?"

"No, I think I'm just gonna stay here. I'm tired." She shrugged and gave him a quick kiss before leaving. The group of people left and it was completely silent for the rest of the group. "Why are they going to the bar? Don't they have girlfriends and boyfriends?" Jesse asked.

"No. As of today, Bumper is single. Those guys volunteered to take him out and land him a rebound." Beca explained. "Well that's gonna take all night. What do you guys want to do until then?" Jesse asked, giving Chloe the look to start the next phase of his plan.

"Hey, how about we do a little karaoke." Chloe suggested, jumping into action. Everyone else was a little skeptical but Chloe ignored it. "Jesse, I heard you were writing a song with that band, what was it? 5 Seconds of Summer, I believe." (not true just pretend)

"Really? I love 5SOS, I didn't know you wrote a song with them, I didn't even know that you can write songs. And I thought you didn't make it in the music industry." Beca said, surprised by this news.

"Yeah well, I didn't but I found it was a great way to share my feelings without actually sharing them. And I taught them in high school. They needed help writing a song so I helped." he explained.

"Well, I'd love to hear it. Can you sing it for us?" Aubrey asked. "Yeah, sing it." Beca agreed.

"Fine, I guess I'll do it. Luke can I borrow your guitar?" Luke nodded and Jesse readied himself as his friends sat around him. He took a deep breath then began strumming the guitar. A beautiful sound came rolling out from beneath his fingertips followed by the ravishing sound of his voice.

"I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted And even though your friends tell me you're doing fine

Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you?When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you?

Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie?If what we had was real, how could you be fine?

'Cause I'm not fine at all

I remember the day you told me you were leaving I remember the make-up running down your face And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them Like every single wish we ever made I wish that I could wake up with amnesia And forget about the stupid little things Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you And the memories I never can escape

'Cause I'm not fine at all

The pictures that you sent me they're still living in my phone I'll admit I like to see them, I'll admit I feel alone And all my friends keep asking why I'm not around

It hurts to know you're happy, yeah, it hurts that you've moved on It's hard to hear your name when I haven't seen you in so long

It's like we never happened, was it just a lie?If what we had was real, how could you be fine?

'Cause I'm not fine at all

If today I woke up with you right beside me Like all of this was just some twisted dream I'd hold you closer than I ever did before And you'd never slip away And you'd never hear me say

'Cause I'm not fine at all No, I'm really not fine at all Tell me this is just a dream 'Cause I'm really not fine at all."

Beca, along with everyone else, immediately realized that this song was about her even though she thought he had moved on.

That those feelings that needed releasing were feelings about her.

That he still had unresolved feelings for her.

That she may still be in love with him.

That her heart is trying to defeat her brain, but so far her brain is winning and she couldn't stop what happened next.

She watched as he replaced the guitar on the stand. Everyone in the room knew he was singing about her and they grew quiet as they waited. They waited for something to happen. Something magical. Beca stood and slowly walked toward him. She stopped in front of him, contemplating what to do next as she looked into his deep brown eyes as they looked into her livid ones.

Her brain and heart were having a fist fight. Her brain wanted to slap him but her heart wanted to kiss him and never stop. She's pretty sure she was rooting for her heart but it doesn't matter because her brain is stronger and it took over. With tears filling her eyes she reached out and slapped him in the face. Not expecting that outcome, everyone gasped as she ran to her room, slamming the door shut behind her.

She jumped onto her bed, burried her face in her pillow and screamed as the hot tears ran down her cheeks. Smacking him was stupid, but kissing him wouldn't have been any smarter. She is so confused.

She left him.

He doesn't trust her.

They won't work together. In ways, they never did but she can't stop the tingling that burned through her body when she thought about him. When she thought about them and all of the amazing times along with the bad. And the sex. Oh my God does she miss the sex! Derek is good, but Jesse. He's amazing and she misses him, all of him.

Suddenly, she heard glass shatter outside. She dragged herself out of the bed and looked out of the bedroom window. Jesse had thrown a beer bottle across the yard and it shattered on the concrete by the pool. She watched him drop to his knees in the middle of the yard. He buried his face in his hands and began to cry.

He cried because he was certain this would work. He was sure that his voice would be enough to draw her to him, just enough so he could tell her he loved her without her shutting him out. Instead, she smacked him and shut him out. What is he going to do now?

Beca sat on the window sill and watched him as she cried herself. They sat there for an hour. The sprinklers turned on and sprayed the yard right where Jesse was sitting but he didn't move. He just sat there and continued to cry.

Eventually, Beca's a*s started to hurt from sitting on the window sill so she crawled back into the bed. Minutes later, AJ came in and curled next to her. She held him and stroked his head until he disappeared into dreamland.

AJ is the only thing that's kept her from going bonkers. He's her son and he's so cute and loveable. But he's also exactly like his father. His eyes are a deep brown, he loves movies, he loves cuddling, he's very sweet, half of his blood was formed from Jesse's, and he loves and wears the same hairstyle as Jesse. He's her little Jesse and she never let herself forget that. She couldn't. For the longest time it hurt just to look at his face.

Tap, tap, tap.

A light knocking on her door pulled her from her thoughts. She sort of wished it were Jesse, so they could talk, but she knew it wouldn't be. Chloe stuck her head in and quietly pulled the rest of her body with it.

"Hey." she said quietly, realizing AJ is fast asleep. "How are you?" she asked as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"I shouldn't have slapped, right?" Beca answered her question with a question.

"No, probably not."

"And I should go talk to him." she said, knowing exactly what she was going to say. She just nodded. Beca sighed before slowly pulling her arm out from under AJ. He stirred a little but didn't wake up. "Thanks Chlo." she whispered then walked out of the room.

She found Jesse in the kitchen rummaging through the fridge. She leaned against the doorway and watched him for a minute. She found herself smiling when he retrieved the item she knew he was looking for. Orange juice. He has to have a glass before he goes to bed.

"How's your face?" she asked realizing she probably looked like an idiot standing there with a grin on her face. Startled by her words, Jesse jumped a little before turning to face her.

"It's fine. Orange juice?" he offered. She accepted and moved to stand next to him. She watched as he poured two glasses of orange juice. He put the carton up and handed her a glass. She took it and leaned her back against the counter, contemplating on what to say.

"I'm sorry, by the way. I shouldn't have slapped you." he turned to face her as she sipped her juice.

"It's perfectly fine. I deserved it. After the way I treated you, what I said, and that I was supposed to of moved on. That song was inappropriate." he said taking the blame. "I was such a d*ck and I really don't deserve to feel this way about you. God knows I don't deserve you."

"Don't. Don't deem me as perfect and you as a piece of sh*t. I've made lots of mistakes in my time, probably more than you have."

"Did you drive the love of your life and child all the way to a different state?" I didn't say anything. The love of his life?

"Jesse, we both know you were the strong one in the relationship. You were the one that kept us together, kept it interesting. All I did was follow your instructions."

"Whatever. It worked. You didn't lose me but I lost you."

"Well, you found me."

Without thinking she slowly leaned toward him and pressed her lips against his, pulling him into a short kiss. It felt great and she wanted more. She couldn't stop herself as I she dropped the glass of juice, took his face in her hands, and pulled his lips onto hers. His hands found their position on her waist, his glass falling to meet hers.

She kissed him harder and harder, massaging his tongue with hers. His hands slid under her pajama shorts and explored every inch of her a*s. She grabbed his hand and moved it to the front of her body. His hand moved just like she wanted it to and she moaned against his mouth.

She pulled away, removing his hand from her pants, and literally ripped his still damp shirt in two. She slowly kissed down his perfectly sculpted chest until she reached his waistline. She teasingly ran her tongue along it, knowing that it drives him crazy. He jerked a little, wanting her to go lower. She reached between them and undid his pants before straightening back up and crashing her lips back to his.

He lifted her onto the counter and grinded himself against her, making her want him more but she wasn't done with him yet. She was going to make him pay for everything. She pulled away and slowly slid her shirt off, revealing her unclothed breasts. He gazed at them as if he's never seen them before. He reached up to touch her breasts but she smacked his hands away. She reached her hand back into his jeans and moved her hand against him. He uncontrollably moved his hips with her hand, moaning into her ear. He gripped her thighs tight when her hand moved faster. "Beca." he begged. Her hand retreated from his pants and grabbed his hands. She placed his hands on her breasts and let him play with them.

She arched her neck as his tongue left no skin on her chest untouched. He kissed up her neck and back to her lips. "Jesse?" she asked between kisses. He mumbled and she continued. "What about Derek and Maddy?" she asked and Jesse stopped. "Don't think about them." he whispered. "How? We're cheating on them." he smiled and shoved his hand into her pants. His fingers slid past her underwear and entered her, causing her to moan. "What are you thinking about now?" he asked. "F*ck." is all she could say and that's all he needed.

He removed himself from her and slowly kissed down her body, lightly licking as he goes. He begins to pull her pants off but she stops him. He looks up, his eyes full of hunger for her and she takes pleasure in knowing she can still put that look in his eyes. She jumped off the counter, grabbing his hands and leading him to the stairs.

She stopped at the foot of the staircase and pulled his chest against hers, wrapping his arms around her body. She lightly traced her tongue across his lips then pulled them into hers. He lifted her up and her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips. He slowly made the journey to his room, her desire for him becoming harder and harder to fight.

Finally, they enter his room and he pushed her against the door. "I need you, Bec." she got the feeling he meant more than sex but she doesn't care. She needs him too. She leaned forward and kissed him slowly and passionately. She heard the door click as he locked it then she felt her body pull away from the cold of the hard door.

He carefully dropped her onto the bed and pulled the rest of her clothes off. He leaned over and kissed her again before dragging his lips down the full length of her body. Fire ignited and she melted at his every touch, wanting more and more as its never enough until he fully satisfies her like only he can do.

"Jesse." she whined, wanting him badly. Answering her plea, he ripped his clothes off and crawled on top of her. He roughly kissed her, his tongue feeling like it almost touched the back of her throat. She moaned, enjoying every bit of it. "I need you, too." she whispered into his ear. He replied by shoving himself in, causing her to moan with pleasure.

From here, there is no need for explanation. He satisfied her fully and more than once. She hasn't felt this great in years.

He pulled away and fell beside her. They were breathing heavily and the cold air blowing over their hot bodies felt soothing.

"Holy sh*t, that was f*cking amazing. I love the way you ravage my whole body. I haven't had sex this great since we split." he chuckled a little.

"I guess Derek needs to take a lesson in pleasing women."

"Obviously. I'm so f*cking numb I can barely move." she thought about how true that was. About how much she loves this feeling. About how much she missed this feeling.

"That's the most I've heard you swear since we got here." he said looking at her. Though she's completely exposed, he seemed more interested in ger eyes than her body.

"Yeah. Ever since AJ was born I cut back on it. I don't want him running around the house talking like mommy."

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea. We don't need another little sailor."

"Hey." she smacked him playfully. "I'm not that bad." he chuckled a little.

"From what I just heard, yeah you are." She rolled on top of him, heat burning her from the inside out as her skin pressed against his.

"You're to blame. You make me crazy." he cupped her cheek in his hand and gazed into my eyes. She stared back into his for a moment then leaned in and kissed him again.

"Again?" he asked when she bit his lip. "I haven't had sex like this in four years. I'm stalking up on it now and worrying about it tomorrow. At least I'll be satisfied." Taking that as an answer, he rolled over and turned her back into a moaning, screaming mess.

*Beca'sP.O.V.*

I woke up the next morning with my body encased in Jesse's, my back against his chest. We were still laying toward the foot of the bed and the blanket was wrapped around us like a sleeping bag. Jesse held the blanket in place with one hand as his other hand was wrapped around me, holding me tightly.

I turned around, careful not to wake Jesse, and cuddled into his chest. I feel bad for last night and its only gonna get worse when I see Derek's face. I'm just going to enjoy feeling satisfied while I can. I lightly ran my hand across his chest, tracing the outline of his muscle. He stirred a little and I felt his other hand join the one on my back.

"Did I wake you?" I asked quietly against his chest. "No, the electricity surging through my body when you touch me, woke me." he answered, kissing the top of my head.

I felt the sudden urge to mess with him and I didn't fight it. I gently licked his peck then closed my lips around his nipple. "Don't tease me." he said with a groan but I didn't listen. I found his happy trail and ran my finger down it. I felt him grow against me and I bit my lip as he lifted my head to look at him.

"You don't listen." I chuckled as I felt his tongue trace my bottom lip. "Kiss me." I gave into his commands and parted my lips to let his tongue meet mine.

"We can't let this happen again, you know that right?" I asked when his lips parted mine and our foreheads connected. "Yeah, I know."

I was hoping he'd fight for me at least a little, but I guess I knew he wouldn't. He's a lover, not a fighter. A very, very excellent lover. As much as I wanted to kiss him again, I knew I couldn't and began crawling out of the bed. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back down.

"But I'm not letting you go that easily." joy filled my body as he roughly kissed me, sparks igniting when his lips slid over mine. "Do you think they'll walk in?" he asked against my lips. "No way. They're to hung over and probably raiding Chloe's coffee to even notice." he chuckled a little. "Try to stay quiet, unlike last night." I giggled and he climbed on top of me and ravaged my body once again but better.

I tried to listen and not be too loud with the moans, groans, and muffled screams of pleasure so not to attract attention from the others. I gently bit his neck and dug my nails into his back as he kissed and sucked my neck. D*mmit am I going to miss this!
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After successfully sneaking back to my room unseen, I flopped onto my bed and thought. I thought about everything that just happened.

I had sex with Jesse.

Three times.

And I'm still with Derek!

I want to feel bad for what I did to Derek, but I found it impossible. Its so hard to feel bad when I feel so incredible! This has literally been the best sex I've had since that night at the airport. Derek is good, don't get me wrong, but he doesn't even begin to compare to Jesse.

With Derek, it's just so...blah. I know he loves me and doesn't want to hurt me and that's where he lacks. His touch is too gentle. When he kisses me, his lips barely touch me. When he touches me, his hands are so light that I can barely feel them. And, when he connects with me, he moves too soft and too slow.

I like soft and sweet, but not that soft. Jesse knows that. He knows what I like and what I don't like. With him, its perfect. He's spent years gauging my reactions and perfecting his technique. He's spent years loving me and releasing all of that love inside of me. Then I spent six agonizing hours releasing that love into the world in child form. It's too perfect.

I don't want to go back.

But I have to.

I love Derek, I can't end it. But what about the sex? I can't go back to the boring sex. I like waking up with my body numb with satisfaction. I like having to reconfigure my senses before I do anything. Why can't Derek do that to me?

Suddenly, I jerked up as a thought hit me. The guilt from my actions immediately hit me. But the guilt from my thoughts overpowered that guilt.

This can't be.

But it is.

I think...

I think I might still be in love with Jesse.