Title: I Belong With You, You Belong With Me
Author: heartsmash
Rating: M, for later chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own these wonderful characters written by Kay Cannon and brought to life by Jason Moore.
Summary: Companion piece to "You're My Sweetheart." Jesse and Beca are apart for summer and this time around it's Beca's turn to meet the family. Named for another lyric from "Ho Hey" by The Lumineers.
Chapter Four
It didn't take long for her to get changed and ready in the hallway bathroom, slipping on a gray t-shirt and black cotton shorts to travel wherever this surprise was located.
When she returned to Jesse's room, he had slipped into red swim trunks and white t-shirt.
"Auditioning for Baywatch this morning?" Beca asked him teasingly.
"Funny girl," he responded, pushing a pair of Ray Ban Wayfarers onto his head and leading her downstairs to the kitchen. Parker and Shannon were helping Lenny clean up the kitchen and Liza was fixing a picnic basket for the two of them.
"You really did not have to do that for us," Beca told his mother.
"Please, it's my pleasure," Jesse's mother told her and closed the basket up, sliding it to her son with a smile.
"Thank you," Beca said and nudged Jesse to do the same.
With food packed and a bag stuffed with towels among other items, they said goodbye to Jesse's family and went outside. Beca followed Jesse dutifully out the front door. She automatically figured that they were going to a local beach or something to that nature so that she would see more of where he lived. But Beca quickly realized that she was the only one that was headed to the car and that Jesse had gone in a separate direction.
"What the hell..." Beca mumbled and quickly caught up to her boyfriend who was super chipper this morning, whistling as he carried enough food for an army.
Jesse walked down a small dock and hopped into a boat while Beca stood slack jaw at the sight.
"Lets go weirdo," Jesse shouted to her. Beca ambled down the wooden dock and watched him.
"You have a boat?" she questioned as he put the picnic basket down and started to prep for their obvious departure.
"Technically, it's a weekender yacht and its not mine. The Swanson men share it."
"You can drive it?" she asked, quickly realizing as soon as she had asked the question how stupid that sounded.
"Well I'm not going to paddle it," he responded with a smirk, looking at her from behind his Ray Bans.
Beca estimated that this thing was at least 30 feet if not more. Jesse took the bag from her before helping her into the yacht.
"I'm going to take you out on the water for the day. Figured maybe we could catch some sun and swim, whatever."
Beca took a seat in the helm and watched as Jesse turned his attention to getting them out onto the water. He was skilled and polished in releasing them from the dock and then assuming the captain's position at the wheel.
Beca took the quiet moment in which he was concentrating to admire the boat (excuse her, yacht), impressed by the cherry wood paneling inside the small but cozy below deck cabin, the impressive navigation system that Mr. Swanson had added to the vessel as well as the front of the boat that had deck pads for additional seating.
Once they hit the line for the end of the regulated speed zone out of the bay, Jesse pushed down on the throttle and the boat picked up speed. Beca squealed and held on as the boat shot forward and she glared at him from behind her own sunglasses, causing him to laugh loudly.
The drive along the canal was beautiful and she saw many more homes that resembled the Swanson home. Jesse barely relied on the navigation system and time passed until they got out onto open water, nothing but a few other boats and the horizon in sight.
It took them another twenty minutes of steady speed until they were where Jesse deemed appropriate and he slowed the boat down before stopping the motor completely. The boat bobbed with the waves as he put down the anchor.
"For your information, I am not swimming in that," Beca stated, staring into the murky water.
Jesse put down the ladder off the side of the boat and stripped off his t-shirt. But instead of grabbing a book and finding a spot to chill under the sun, her perfect weirdo did a cannonball off the side of the boat.
He popped to the water's surface and Beca wrinkled her nose. She was fine swimming in pools and in any body of water that she could see the bottom. This was a whole other story.
"Let's go or I'll be forced to throw you in," he called to her
Shimmying out if her shorts and shirt, Beca grumbled as to climbed onto the ladder and dipped her toes in. Banishing the thought of what critters could be swimming around her, she got in further and Jesse pulled her to him, the two of them paddling to stay afloat.
"So now you've won over my friends and my family, what's next?"
"The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world."
He laughed at her very out-there pop culture reference, which made her smile, despite what they were swimming in.
"You never told me about your sister," Beca said quietly
Jesse swallowed and looked over her shoulder. "I don't really tell anyone. Christina's been in remission."
"That doesn't matter. It's important to you and your family."
He nodded but before their serious talk could continue, Beca felt something by her leg and she squealed and stiffened.
"Time to get out," she said and made like an Olympic swimmer to the ladder of the boat. With a grin, he followed her.
The sun was wonderful. She hasn't realized how much she had missed it as she stood on the deck of the boat, looking out onto the water. Working in Manhattan let her see the sun for about 20 minutes as she walked between the skyscrapers during lunch, her cubicle not having any view of the bustling city. The sun was starting to very slowly dip in the sky and Beca wondered when Jesse was planning to take them in.
She didn't hear Jesse sneak up behind her.
"Your parents are going to send out a search party," Beca said to him, still not taking her eye off the water.
When he didn't respond, she turned to look at him and caught him staring at her. Jesse placed a hand on Beca's shoulder, his finger dipping below the strap on her bikini top. His fingers danced down the bare skin of her side and his eyes dropped to her lips.
Then Jesse kissed her.
He didn't bother with soft and sweet kisses this time, they had been apart for long enough and had had to deal with not enough privacy since she arrived to keep playing at that. There was a hungry desperation in their kiss, which had Beca gasping into his mouth. His teeth pulled on her bottom lip and Beca's entire body trembled in anticipation. He bent slightly and swept an arm around her waist, pulling her up against him so that their bodies were lined up perfectly.
Beca's toes barely brushed the deck of the boat, but it didn't matter. Jesse was holding her up and rightfully so as she didn't believe that she would be able to stand on her own. Beca buried her hands into his hair, pulling him closer to her. When they broke apart, she shook her head to bring herself back to reality.
"As much as I would like to continue this out in the open, I'm not into being the next Pam Anderson."
With that witty remark, she led him to the small under deck cabin that she had seen when they first got onto the boat. Jesse grabbed her by her waist and pulled her to him.
Beca emitted a small moan and pressed herself harder against him. She could feel his arousal burning into her lower half and it scalded her skin, making her itch from within. His hands began to slide up her front, stopping to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her bikini top.
"Can't believe we're finally alone." His voice was deep and low, arousal carried in every word. His fingers ran over her nipples, stroking them into peaks beneath the fabric. Beca shivered against him but didn't respond as her head lulled back against his chest. Jesse's hands left Beca's breasts and slid up behind her neck to untie her bikini top. The black fabric fell over her stomach.
His palms closed over her naked breasts and he added, "Not to say that my family has made it any easier."
"God, Jesse," Beca groaned, snaking her arms behind her head to weave through his hair as he caressed her. Jesse undid the second tie on her top and dropped the fabric to the floor.
His hand brushed against the soft skin of her ribcage, his fingertips dancing over the two shadowed bird tattoos that were etched there. Beca's skin burned in its wake and she sighed at the feeling.
Jesse spun her around to face him. Beca stretched on her tiptoes, placing a few kisses on his clenched jaw.
"How does that Elvis song go? A little less conversation…" Stepping away, she clasped his hand in hers and tugged him closer toward the bed. Facing him again, she whispered, "A little more action please?"
Beca shivered as his gaze penetrated her body. His chest was moving rapidly and she could see, even through his shorts, that he was obviously aroused. "Jesse?" she whispered, her hands splayed on the skin above the waistband of his bathing suit.
"Yeah?" Jesse's arms went around her waist and he tugged her tightly against him, his hands drifting to her rear, her bikini bottoms still damp from their earlier swim.
"Please kiss me."
Jesse chuckled at her breathless request and then met her eyes for a moment before crushing his mouth against hers. Beca whimpered as his tongue claimed her mouth again. Locked in the heated kiss, she used her hands to untie his bathing suit and pushed it down. She laughed lightly as he kicked his shorts away. When he was naked, he pulled her against him, kissed her quickly, and then picked her up.
"Jesse!" she shrieked, entirely not prepared for it. She started to struggle but stilled almost immediately because he simply dropped her on the bed. She stared at him through hooded eyes, their gazes locking. Beca wriggled herself out of her bikini bottoms before Jesse pushed her back so that she was propping herself up on her elbows.
She looked at him, desire all over his face, and spread her legs to invite him in between them. He pulled away from her so he can look at her. "I want..." Her eyes are locked with his, and he didn't think she was paying attention to the hand that ghosted over her stomach, but then she spread her legs a little and he smirked as he slipped his hand between them. "Oh..."
"Hmm?" he mumbled, kissing her cheek. "You were saying?"
She sunk into the mattress, and there was a part of her that wanted to tell him to shut the hell up and just keep doing what he's doing. But of course he's not going to let her get away with that.
"I need you…" The last part comes out a little breathily, because he rubs his thumb over her most sensitive spot a little harder than he had been.
He produced a condom, from where she's not exactly sure but if she had to guess Parker probably brought Shannon here a time or two. She didn't have time to think about that much more let alone how he managed to kiss her until she's breathless at the same time as he slipped a condom on with one hand, but he does it, and she thinks it's just about the hottest thing in the world.
He kissed her then, and his hand landed on her hip as he entered her. Beca let out this little noise from the back of her throat and it absolutely stilled Jesse. He stayed that way for a few moments, because he thinks she needs it, and he knows that he definitely does. After being apart for just under two months, this isn't going to last at all for the two of them if he doesn't take his time.
Beca lifted her hips and pressed him closer, her hands at the small of his back, and she begged with a small please.
"God," Jesse breathed out as the two of them found a rhythm. "You know how much I missed this?"
She smirked and leaned up to kiss him, then trailed her lips along his jaw and toward his ear. "I think I have some idea," she whispered, lips grazing his earlobe.
He moaned as he pushed into her, hitching her leg a little higher. "You feel so good, Bec."
"Jesse," she says breathlessly. "Shut up now."
He actually laughs, then kissed her again. Judging by the way she's digging her fingertips into his shoulder blades, he thinks she might close.
Beca can't put her finger on it but being with Jesse is not just physically amazing but emotionally as well. It's something to do with trust, with how well he knows her. He knows where to touch her and how to kiss her. He feels so good inside her that it makes her wonder how she has ever thought she could be with someone who isn't him.
"Stop thinking," he said, and the sound is muffled against her neck as he kissed her.
She doesn't know how he knows. She thinks she loves that he does.
He looked like he's about to tell her something else, but then she arched her back and wrapped her legs tighter around him, moaning out his name, which makes him pretty much lose whatever words were about to escape and the former sentence turns into a groan.
"Jesse, so close."
He pumps a few more times, until she's curling her fingers around his bicep, calling out his name, tightening around him, and he lets his head fall to her shoulder as she takes him with her.
Jesse collapses on top of her, her legs still tight around him and her hands still on his skin. They're both breathing heavily, and when he tries to pull himself away from her, Beca tightens her legs and lets her hands run down his arms.
"Not yet," Beca whispers. "I like you here."
"Me too," he says quietly. They smile at one another and he kisses her gently. He pulls away before they have a chance to get carried away again.
A/N: I tried to fine tune this as much as I could and so I hope it was worth the abominable wait. I will be doing a 30 Day Drabble Challenge so I hope that will tide everyone over in between chapters.
One of my biggest writing issues is my tendency to mix verb tenses and a reviewer reminded me of that, so I am trying but it's going to take some practice.
More to come!