Strangers in the Night
A Pitch Perfect Story
Chapter 6: Fun in the Sun
Disclaimer: I don't own anything familiar.
Author's Note: The beginning of this very long chapter is dedicated to the awesome thecurlingiron. She gave me an amazing list of suggestions for what Jesse's secret could be. They are so amazing that I'm going to somehow write each one into this story, because they are comedic perfection. So, for the sake of this story and the sake of one her amazing suggestions, I would like you all to pretend that the infamous Miley Cyrus foam-finger routine took place prior to May 4, 2013. If I were to stick to the timeline I came up with originally, this little gem wouldn't have ended up in the story at all. To end a long story short, all things Blair Delaware and Kermit the Frog belong to the brilliant mind of thecurlingiron.
I also would like to announce that I have chosen the winning suggestion for Jesse's secret. I received a total of 12 possibilities from you all via review or PM, with a number of you suggesting the same things or something similar enough that I lumped it together with another suggestion. I added in my two ideas for Jesse's possible secret and then used the website to randomly select a number between 1 and 14 until I only had one number left on the list. I gave it a lot of thought, and I've decided to NOT announce the winning suggestion until Beca finds out what his secret is. I will give credit to the person(s) who suggested it at the end of the chapter that it is announced.
P.S. There is a little bit of smut at the end of this chapter. ;) Although, not the kind that we all want. :'(
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Beca yawned as she walked into the coffee shop that she agreed to meet Jesse at this morning. She was tired. She was up late last night perfecting a song for an artist, despite the fact that she was supposed to leave work at six. Instead, she didn't walk out of the doors of Wharton until eleven-thirty. Sufficed to say, she was exhausted and definitely needed liquid energy. Oh, and a bagel. She really wanted a bagel. She walked into the shop, not even taking a moment to glance around to see if Jesse was even there. She rushed to the counter, slamming a twenty down on it. "Black coffee. Biggest size you have. In an IV, if it's possible." She pleaded with the barista, who chuckled and took Beca's twenty to begin ringing up her drink.
"Wow, Becs. No wave. No hello. No peck on the cheek. Nothing." She jumped slightly when she felt an arm wrap around her waist, but settled back into Jesse's chest when she realized that it was him. He rested his chin on her shoulder, telling the barista his coffee order and asking for a chocolate chip muffin. "Becs, as per our ritual, you're buying." He said into her ear. She rolled her eyes, handing another ten to the barista.
"Can I add a blueberry bagel with strawberry cream cheese to our order, please?" She said. The barista nodded her head, adding the three additional items onto Beca's original coffee order. She took her change from the cashier and grabbed his wrist, pulling him a few feet away from the cash register to wait for their food.
Beca turned around to wrap an arm around Jesse's waist and to raise the other up to give him a tiny wave. She then whispered "hello" saucily as she leaned forward to brush her lips onto his cheek. He hadn't shaved that morning, so she felt the light prick of an early smattering of stubble. She found that she liked him without all of the facial hair, however. It meant that the next time they made out, she wouldn't get beard burn. Plus, he looked handsomer and less like a hobo. "There you are, sir. Everything you requested." His bottom lip jutted out, and she crinkled her nose at his adorable pout.
"Do I get one more request?" He asked. She tapped her index finger against her lips, pretending to ponder.
"Well, I did buy you a muffin and a cup of coffee on top of giving you your wave, your hello, and your peck on the cheek."
"I think you'll like this request."
"Oh, really? What it is it? I'm shaking from the excitement." He rolled his eyes.
"You should be." She bit her lip as her eyes traced over his face. She had missed this nerd since she saw him last. She glanced away, reaching up to rub at the tip of her nose, because the realization that she had missed him after not seeing him for four days was weird for her. "Uh oh. Someone's anxious about something." He said softly, reaching up to lay a hand on her cheek. "What's up?"
"Nothing." She said, shaking her head. She pulled away from him when she heard their drink orders being called. He walked over to grab the beverages and their breakfast foods from the second barista, who smiled flirtatiously at him. She crossed her arms and glared at the girl, who immediately dropped the smile from her face and averted her eyes. He turned around, catching the evil eye that she was shooting the girl. A lone eyebrow rose before a cocky smirk slipped onto his face. She groaned, turning on her heel to find an empty table. She dropped onto the chair, trying to ignore the way that he practically sashayed to their table. God, he was such a freak.
"Someone's jealous..." He said as he set the coffees and breakfast goods down onto the table. He dragged the chair over so that it was right next to hers. He sat down, raising his right leg to rest his ankle on his other knee. He wrapped one arm around the back of her chair.
"I'm not jealous." She said as she took a sip of her black coffee. "Mmm." She sighed. "Jesse, I feel the need to tell you this. I like my coffee like I like my men." He raised an eyebrow at her as he sipped his own drink. "Strong, black, hot, and in the morning." She shook her head. "You're a fluke, I guess." He chuckled.
"Well, I know I'm not black...but I think I should be offended. Not only are you implying that you don't like me in the mornings, but you also do not consider me to be hot or strong." She shrugged. "I guess I know what you're response would be to my final request, then."
"Why don't you ask me anyways? I get pleasure from shooting you down, so if you don't ask me, I won't be able to come up with a creative and mean way to say no."
"I was going to ask for something small." Jesse leaned forward until his nose brushed against Beca's. "All I want is an itty, bitty kiss." Her eyes locked with his lips almost instantly.
"Just a tiny kiss?" She whispered, rubbing her nose against his. He smiled, reaching up to lay his hand against her cheek.
"Just one. So small that it barely would count as a kiss." He whispered back.
"Nah, I'd rather not." She said, pulling her head away to grab her bagel. She grinned at the groan that he let out as she smeared the cream cheese. She wiped a stray dollop that started fall off the edge and brought her finger up to her lips, ready to suck it off. He caught her hand, bringing the finger to his own mouth. She raised an eyebrow at him as he sucked it off. He smiled, dropping her hand, and reached for his muffin. He broke off pieces, popping one into his mouth. She bit into her bagel, chewing as she watched him eat. After sitting in silence for a few minutes, she sighed, taking a sip of her coffee. "Okay, fine." She said, earning a chuckle.
Jesse leaned forward, laying a hand on Beca's cheek as he brushed his lips lightly across hers. He started to pull away, but she whimpered, gripping his shirt and pulled him close again. "We agreed on a tiny kiss."
"Well, I want another one." She pressed her mouth to his, and he deepened the kiss a little. He broke away first, smiling at her.
"Beca, I have to tell you something." He said as he tore another chunk of his muffin off. She smirked at him as she settled back into her chair, sipping her coffee.
"Oh, I already know." She licked her bottom lip. "You're really a teen girl by day and international pop sensation by night, right? Are you pursuing something with me in order to make it really big in the United States? Do you need US music producer and record deal?" He gave her a mock-gasp, laying a hand to his chest. His eyes were twinkling in amusement, and there was a huge grin on his face.
"How'd you know?" He pretended to flip hair over his shoulder, batting his eyelashes. "My stage name's Blair Delaware. It has a good ring to it, don't you think? I always wanted to be like Miley. I'm my own version of Hannah Montana!" He started humming Best of Both Worlds under his breath as he reached for his coffee.
"The fact that you know who Hannah Montana is only proves to me just how much of a loser you really are. Jesus. Why am I dating you again?"
"Hmm," Jesse sighed, crinkling his nose. "It's gotta be for my excellent bone structure, my charm, my strikingly good looks, and, of course, my quick wit. I would say it's 'cause I'm good in bed, but you wouldn't know that..." God, she wanted nothing more than to find out just how good he was in bed. She slapped his upper arm for making her think dirty things. He chuckled, tweaking her nose, earning a harder slap to his arm a second time.
"It's actually for your ass and because you do excellent things with your mouth." She leaned forward to whisper against his ear. "I look forward to see what else you can do with it." She sat back, smiling sinfully at the glazed look in his eyes. How did the saying go? Revenge is a dish best served cold. "If only you didn't use it to speak..." She added. He rolled his eyes, but then his face lit up with an evil grin. She frowned, afraid of what was coming.
He stuck out his tongue at her, doing his best impression of Miley Cyrus. Her eyes widened, and he grinned at her once his tongue was safely inside his mouth again. "Oh, God! Where's my foam finger when I need it?"
"Or Robin Thicke dressed in a striped suit, trying to act like a pimp while you gyrate against him as he sings a song that has parts obviously pilfered from the great Marvin Gaye?" Beca asked as she bit into her bagel.
"I'm just being me..." Jesse said as he shrugged, as he raised a bite of muffin to his lips. "Blair Delaware." He popped the bite into his mouth. She held back the laugh as much as she could, but her cheeks were burning from her smile.
"Quick!" She laid a hand on his arm. "Do something to reassert your manliness!"
"Oh, shoot! I guess I should hide my Kermit the Frog plushie? I can't sleep without it at night, and I take him on rides with me in the car." She had to laugh then. Her head fell back as a guttural chuckle erupted and tears formed in her eyes.
"I have never been more sexually attracted to you in my life." She said when she finally caught her breath, wiping away the tears that had leaked out of the corners of her eyes.
"Sweet! I'm such a pimp!" He fist-pumped the air. Suddenly, he gasped, grinning at her excitedly. "Look! I'm like Miley and Robin! I'm just that awesome!" She rolled her eyes again, sipping her coffee. "Okay. Time to be a little serious. I wanted to tell you something, but you distracted me by talking about my secret alter-ego."
"You realize the ringtone for you will now be Best of Both Worlds, right?"
"Shh!" He laid his index finger on her lips to stop her from talking. He then moved his hand to rest on her cheek. "I wanted to tell you that I missed you these past couple of days." She blushed, looking away from him to brush at her nose. "Sorry...too much? Too fast?" She looked up at him again, shaking her head.
"No...I, um...I missed you, too, Jesse." She whispered. He smiled, leaning forward to give her a light kiss. His hand slid into her messy waves, cupping the back of her head. His other hand made its way to hers, and he interlaced their fingers. Her free hand was resting on his knee, and she squeezed it lightly as she leaned into the kiss. After a few moments of lightly kissing (they were in public, and she wasn't the excessive PDA type), she finally pulled away to rest her forehead against his.
"I like you, Beca." He repeated the same words that he told her the night that they had met. Had it really only been one and a half weeks since they had met? She bit her bottom lip.
"I like you, too." It was the first time she admitted it out loud, and she was amazed by the relief she felt, rather than discomfort (or deep down, fear). She decided that she needed to break the seriousness of the moment. "You know, now that you shaved your face, you no longer look like a cross between a hermit mountain man and a creepy rapist who eats the flesh of his victims." He grinned and kissed her again.
"I'm so glad that we met for coffee this morning, Beca." He said after pulling out of the kiss. "Not only do I no longer have to hide my secret identity of Blair Delaware from you, but I can also go about my favorite past-time of taking women into the mountains to rape them and then harvest them for campfire dinners, because I no longer look suspicious and creepy. Are you willing to be my mountain rapist cannibal accomplice?"
"Only if I can kidnap really hot men for my raping and dining pleasure?"
"Of course!" She rolled her eye.
"Alright, I think we beat that joke to a bloody pulp, and now it is time to put it to rest."
"Pun intended, right?" Jesse said, making Beca roll her eyes. "Let's have a moment of silence for it, so that we can remember all the joy and laughter it brought to our lives for the two minutes that it existed." He bowed his head, his eyes clamped tight. She smiled at him, shaking her head. He opened his eyes and glanced at her, giving her a mock glare. "You're not being respectful of our joke. Close your eyes!"
"Sorry," she whispered, immediately shutting her eyes. She kept an amused smirk on her face as she paid her respects for their stupid joke. Just as she was about to open her eyes, she felt his lips press against hers. She smiled wider into the kiss, allowing herself to enjoy the moment. She really liked this guy, and it scared the shit out of her.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Beca felt like an idiot. After a completely annoying and embarrassing trip to a clothing store to purchase a bathing suit, she had no interest of actually going to the beach. It wasn't even all that warm out, either. It was in the sixties. That's not exactly the best beach weather in her opinion, but Jesse insisted that they go to the beach. She pouted the entire time that she pulled the black and hot pink bikini on her frame. She grimaced as she pulled the short black cover-up dress on over top. She sighed dramatically as she slid her feet into a pair of hot pink flip flops. She groaned as she packed a towel, a bottle of fifty-SPF suntan lotion, the June copy of Rolling Stone, and her iPod and large headphones into a beach bag. She muttered "this is complete bullshit" under her breath as slid a pair of sunglasses onto the top of her head, grabbed her bag, and exited her bedroom.
All while she prepared herself for a trip to the beach, she was on speaker phone with the stupid asshole, who's only response to her huffing and puffing and complaining was to give her a throaty chuckle. "You're acting like a toddler."
"I hate you."
"I can't wait to see you in a bathing suit. I'm bringing my super-tinted sunglasses to protect my eyes from the glare that will be coming off of your skin. I'm totally preparing myself for what I will forever compare to staring directly at the sun."
"You're such a fucking douche bag." She snapped as she slammed the door to her apartment, locking the door behind her. She had her cell phone tucked between her cheek and her shoulder. "I don't know why I put up with you. No matter how good of a kisser you are, I'm going to end this right here and now."
"No, you're not. Hurry up. I'm in my car outside your building. I bought you a coffee-black as can be to match the evilness in your soul." He told her. She decided to be a bitch to him, because she totally didn't want to do this. In the back of her mind, she knew that her lazy ass would hate her for doing this later, but her desire to put off this beach trip won out, so she took the stairs in order to take longer to get out of the building.
"That's totally racist." She told him as she slowly made her way down the first flight of steps.
"What?" She could hear the shock in his voice. "Says the woman who told me that she likes her coffee like she likes her men, black."
"Yeah, but that's a compliment to black men. The referral of evil being black is a racist comment. An ignorant one, but still racist. You should really watch your language, Mr. Swanson."
"Well, I sincerely apologize for my ignorance. I bought you a coffee that happens to be black. It has no relationship to the evilness that resides within your tiny person."
"Better." She walked out the door of her apartment complex, seeing him sitting in his car in front of the building. He quickly hung up the phone, jumping out of the car. She rolled her eyes, because he was wearing a white t-shirt with a decal of Kermit the Frog on the front of it. It matched his white board shorts with neon blue and green swirls on it.
"Hi, PC-Queen." Jesse said as raced around the car to pull Beca into his arms and press a kiss to her lips. She grimaced at him as he pulled away from her. "Oh, come on. This will be fun. We can build sandcastles and play in the water and lounge in the sun. It will be great."
"How about we just go back upstairs, and I show you what I look like in my bikini and leave it at that?" She pressed her body against his, pressing her lips against his ear. "Stacie and Chloe helped me to pick it out. It's the equivalent to dental floss and three very small pieces of fabric that hardly cover anything. It may or may not be a thong bottom. You will have to wait to see." He groaned, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Beca," he said warningly, but she proceeded to run her tongue along the rim of his ear. He squeezed her tighter, turning his head to catch her lips. The kiss was intoxicating, and when it was over, she was breathless. So much for no excessive PDA, she thought to herself. Yeah, she so needed to get laid. It hadn't even been two weeks since their first date, and she was like a fucking dog in heat. How would she make it a total of ninety-one days? "Let's go to the beach."
"Seriously? Dude!" She groaned and pushed at his chest when he tried to guide her towards the passenger seat with arm wrapped around her waist. His other hand was reaching towards the door, pulling it open. "I will bargain with you. I will watch another bullshit movie with you right now if it means getting out of going to the beach. I'm freezing, and the idea of taking off this dress and being by the water in glorified underwear isn't appealing." She caught sight of the Kermit the Frog plushie that he had buckled into what appeared to be a car seat for a doll. On the seat beside it were two backpacks and on the floor of the backseat was a large cooler.
"Wow! Did you just offer to watch a movie?" He said, shaking his head as he helped her into the car. "That's serious."
"You really have a Kermit the Frog plushie in the backseat of your car?" She said as he grabbed her seatbelt and proceeded to buckle her in after he settled her bag on the floor by her feet. He grinned, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips, gasping in mock horror when she blew a raspberry against his lips.
"I went to the mall after our cute breakfast date and bought Kermie and a little toy car seat from a toy store. I got it all set up for our date today." He leaned back, grabbing the car door.
"You're such a freak." She said under her breath as he shut the door and made his way to the driver's side. The second he climbed back in, she decided to plead with him. "Jesse, I don't want to go to the beach. There's gotta be something else that we could do today. We could go out to eat, go to the park, go to Disneyland, go to the mall. I hate the fucking mall, but I will go to the mall with you and force you to hold my bags as I try on skimpy clothing and model it for you. I will do whatever you want right now if it will get out of going to the beach."
"As wonderful as all of that sounds, I'm thinking the beach will work." He said as he finished putting his own seatbelt on. She groaned as he started the car. He glanced at her, smirking at the perturbed look on her face. "Careful. Your face will freeze like that if you don't throw a smile in once and awhile, Miss Surly."
"You're an asshole."
"Thank you!" She sighed. He was such a tool.
It took about a half a half an hour in the early Saturday morning traffic to get to the beach. Beca muttered the entire time as she climbed out of the car, glaring at Jesse when he opened the door for her and offered his hand to help her out of the passenger seat. She tucked her bag over her shoulder, telling him that he better rent her a fucking chair and an umbrella for when she started to burn. She didn't tan; no, she was one of two shades: white or so red she looked like a boiled lobster.
They walked onto the beach, which was surprisingly full. She raised her eyebrows, sliding the sunglasses down her nose, letting him guide the way to find "the perfect spot" that wasn't too close to the water, but not too far away, and not too close to other people, but not so far away that they weren't so isolated that people would fail to hear his screams when she abused and murdered him. That earned him a punch in the arm and a "fuck you, asshole."
Finally, he found the perfect spot, putting down the two backpacks and cooler. "What the hell is all of this?" She asked as she set her own bag down on the sand and crossed her arms, watching him kick off his shoes beside his stuff and dig through one of the bags for his wallet.
"One bag has my towel, suntan lotion, a library book, and my iPod. The second bag has a bunch of beach toys; I told you that we're building sandcastles." Beca raised her eyebrows at Jesse, because what grown man has beach toys. "I bought them when I bought Kermie for our date. The cooler has a couple of sandwiches, bags of chips and pretzels, a ton of juice pouches, four water bottles that have about an inch of vodka in them for some secretive and illegal alcohol consumption on the beach, and a baggy filled with chocolate chip cookies that Benji baked."
"Benji...the best friend and former roommate in college?"
"Yes, and current roommate while I look for a new place to live."
"Seriously? You live with another dude?" He rolled his eyes.
"It's temporary. Not permanent."
"You should just admit that you like living with your best friend. It's cute. You're like two overgrown frat boys." She rolled her eyes at him. "Who am I kidding? You wouldn't make it a day through the hazing process. Oh, shit. Am I your beard? It would explain your no sex thing for the last few dates. I'm honored you chose me as your beard." She pressed a hand to her chest.
Jesse chuckled humorously, staring into the water. Beca could tell that he was sort of uncomfortable with the current topic of conversation which in turn made her uncomfortable. She thought that he was all about being in a relationship, and she was pretty sure that when people are in relationships, they share shit with each other. Except Aubrey and her stupid no-sex-for-six-months thing with Josh when they first started dating; bitch should've just told him that her last boyfriend cheated and gave her a STD. Then, she wouldn't be in this stupid situation where she wasn't allowed to sleep with a guy that she totally wanted to jump...badly.
"You're not my beard." He said, finally looking at her. She couldn't see his eyes, because they were hidden behind his sunglasses. "I'll be right back. I'll go get us chairs." His weirdness confused the shit out of her. After ten minutes, Jesse came back with two chairs tucked under one arm and an umbrella under the other. His wallet was hanging out of his mouth like a dog. She rolled her eyes, grabbing it from his mouth. "Thanks. My jaw was hurting." He set down the chairs and umbrella on the sand. He began setting up both of the chairs and dug through his "beach toys" bag to get a shovel to dig a hole for the umbrella.
She began setting her chair up, covering it with her towel and setting her bag down beside it. When he was done setting up the umbrella, leaving it unopened for the moment, he opened his chair, setting it up near hers. As he was setting up his chair, she pulled her bottle of suntan lotion out of her bag and set it on the chair. She then proceeded to pull the bathing suit cover-up off of her body, tucking it back into her bag. When she stood up, she saw that he was staring at her with his mouth open slightly. She blushed, rubbing at the tip of her nose.
"Wow...you look...wow." Jesse said finally. He swallowed, glancing away from her to compose himself. Beca laughed, rolling her eyes at him. She grabbed the bottle of suntan lotion and squirted some into her hand. She then proceeded to slather the lotion onto the front of her body, fully aware that he was watching her every move. "So, you're definitely not my beard...like so much so that I think I need a trip to the ocean to...uh...cool down." She grinned at him, holding the lotion out to him.
"You can cool off after you put this on my back. Make sure to get under the strings and under the top of my bottoms. I don't want to risk getting bad sunburn." He groaned, his head falling back. He took the bottle from her, squirting the liquid into his hand. She turned around. She jumped slightly at the cool, greasy feel of his hands on her. He started at shoulders and neck and slowly worked his way down her body, sliding his hands under the strings of her top. He then rubbed more lotion into her back, making her lick her bottom lip when the tips of his fingers slid beneath her elastic of her bottoms, rubbing into the skin just below it to make sure that she didn't burn if her bottoms pulled down some. She slowly turned around, taking the lotion from his hands and dropped it onto her chair. "Thanks."
Her eyes clouded over when he didn't move away from her, but instead reached down to grab the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. It was her turn to swallow, taking in the sight of him in just his board shorts. He had a great body-not overly muscular, but there was enough definition that she could easily run her tongue along the ridges in his skin. Well, fuck, now she wanted to do that. Her eyes raked over his chest, taking in the smattering of hair that started on his upper chest and streaked downward into a trail that dipped below the tie of his shorts. Oh, yeah...that was definitely a happy trail. "Like what you see, Beca?" He said with a hoarse voice. He obviously felt the heat between them, and once again, she desired throwing the stupid dare out the window. Maybe if she took a picture of his body and sent it to the girls, they would understand. Chloe would probably rejoice over being allowed to fuck her fiancé again. Stacie would ask to have a threesome. Aubrey would be the difficult one, though. She'd probably remind her that she's allowed to go solo and to use that image of him to relieve herself. Bitch.
"Fuck..." The one word said it all, earning her a sinful grin from the man in front of her. Yeah, screw her no PDA rule. She stood on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling his face towards hers. The kiss was intense, a gnashing of teeth and lips and tongues. She was surprised by how passionate it was from the start; he generally had a tendency of easing into kisses, like a slow, building flame. This kiss was raw lust; it oozed sex. They only stopped kissing when they heard catcalls and screams about getting a room.
Beca and Jesse stared at each other as they breathed heavily, trying to recapture their breath. After a few minutes, she took a step back. "Do you need me to get your back?" She said, hoping she didn't sound like a total lust-filled idiot. She swallowed. "You know, with suntan lotion?"
"Yeah, please." He smiled at her. "I don't need fifty, though, so let me get the lotion I brought with me." She rolled her eyes, watching as he dug around in his bag for his lotion. He waved a bottle at her, allowing her to read that it was only an SPF of twenty. She flipped him off, holding her hand out for the bottle. He handed her the bottle and turned around. She chuckled when she purposely squirted the cool liquid against his skin, making him jump and glance over his shoulder at her with narrowed eyes.
"You said you needed to cool down." She told him cheekily as she tucked the bottle under arm after she capped it once again. She began rubbing the lotion into his skin, feeling the muscles twitch beneath his skin. God, he was so fucking hot. She needed to get laid. Badly. Once she had thoroughly rubbed the lotion into his back and sides (which she was pleased to find he was slightly ticklish on his left side near a birthmark about three inches beneath his armpit-she would keep that in mind for torturing purposes), she smacked his butt with the bottle of lotion and stepped away from him.
He took the bottle from her and began to put lotion on the rest of his skin. After returning the bottle to his bag and wiping his hands onto his towel, he began digging through his cooler. "Want some juice?" No, she really wanted an entire bottle of vodka, but that she would settle for the water bottles with a small amount of the alcohol in them. She opened her mouth to tell him that, but she realized that he purposely opened up some juice pouches and began to squirt the liquid into a water bottle. He was making them a cocktail...with juice pouches. "Grape or strawberry kiwi?"
"Grape." She said, holding her hand out. He handed her a water bottle that was filled three-quarters of the way with one and a half pouches of juice-vodka mix. She raised the bottle to her lips, watching him as he shook his own bottle slightly as he sat in his chair. She sat down, sipping her drink. This was turning out to be a not so bad day, after all. If only her drink was made up of mainly alcohol (or all alcohol) and ended with the two of them in bed (or in the backseat of his car), then it would be perfect.
"Beca, you're ruining the sandcastle. I made you a spectacular sandcastle to represent the home that we are going to live in with our future babies, and you're ruining it." Jesse complained, reaching to bat her hand away from where it was dangling in the air over the impressive castle he built, complete with a moat. Beca rolled her eyes, pulling her hand out of his grasp and reaching into the bucket that was filled with really wet sand and raising it to dribble back over one of the castle's many towers.
"I'm decorating it!" She insisted, squirming slightly as the cool, dark liquid slid down her wrist and arm from her hand.
"You're ruining it!" He muttered, pointing to where there were clumps of dampened sand sticking to the tops of the castle. "It looks like bird shit. A lot of bird shit."
"Perhaps it has a pigeon problem. You should build a rookery, and we could use the pigeons to send messages to other castles. Why don't you build a second castle over there?" She said, pointing away from them. She put down the bucket of wet sand and grabbed a plate-sized sand toy with holes in the bottom. She scooped up dry sand in one of the shovels and carefully sprinkled it into the toy, dusting dry sand over her work. "It's winter." She told him when he glared at her as she sprinkled the sand on the castle. He grinned, climbing across their castle, ignoring her exclamations of protest, to bury a sandy hand into her hair. He pulled her lips to his, kissing her. She dropped the sand toys and wrapped her arms around his neck. After a few moments, she pulled away from him, squeezing his shoulders as she pouted at him. "You destroyed our castle. Where are we supposed to raise our figurative children?"
"I'll build you another castle." Jesse said, pressing his lips against hers once again. Beca sighed into the kiss, letting him deepen it enough that his tongue swirled and stroked along hers. She pulled away when it started to make her feel like doing indecent things with him in public. Which was always...
"Hop to it, buddy. I expect it to be bigger and more elaborate than the last one." He laughed, saluting her. He stood up and gathered two of his big buckets to go fill with water. She watched him walk in the direction of the water, jumping when she heard the voice of a little kid beside her.
"Can I play?" She looked up to see a little boy of about four standing beside her. He pointed to the sand toys. "I don't have anyone to build a castle with."
"Where's your mommy or daddy?"
"My big sister's on the phone wif her boyfriend." The little boy pointed at a girl chatting on a towel about five feet away. She was stretched out on her stomach, and the back of her bikini bottoms were riding up so some of her butt cheeks were hanging out. The girl looked like she was about sixteen. "She tolds me to go find someone else to play with."
"Sure, you can play with us, but why don't you ask your sister if it's okay." The little boy's face lit up, and his gray eyes sparkled with happiness. He ran over to his sister, poking her until she groaned and looked up with a nasty, "what, Colin?"
Beca watched as he pointed towards her and the mess of sand toys beside her. "Can I play with that lady's sand toys? We're gonna build a sand castle. She told me to ask if it's okay."
"Yeah, sure, but only if you stick by me, okay?" The girl said. Beca blew out a deep breath; the older sister was at least going to keep a better eye on her younger brother while he played with complete strangers-adult strangers. Colin ran back over to her.
"She said it is okay!" He said breathlessly. "We gots to move closer to her, though."
"That sounds like a good idea. Want to help me move the toys closer to her?" Together, they started picking up the toys and carrying them a little closer to Colin's older sister. "I'm Beca. What's your name?" She figured if she just called him by his name, he might get scared, not realizing that she could overhear his conversation with his sister.
"I'm Colin. That's my sister, Debbie." He told her as they dropped to their knees, depositing the sand toys onto the ground.
"It's very nice to meet you, Colin. Pinky swear something for me, okay?" She held her pinky out towards the boy. He quickly wrapped his tiny pinky around hers.
"What?"
"Next time you'll be careful when you ask to play with someone, okay?"
"I promise! I didn't go too far from where my sister is. I saw you has toys, so I thought it'd be okay." She nodded her head.
"It's okay, but you gotta be better about telling your sister who you're gonna play with, okay?" The little boy nodded his head.
"Hey, Becs." Jesse said as he walked up with two full buckets of water. Beca took in the sight of the way his arm muscles bulged from the weight. Yum. She heard the wariness in his voice and saw that he was looking at the little boy in confusion, so she smiled at him.
"Jesse, this is Colin. Colin, this is my friend, Jesse." She smiled at the little boy. "He's gonna help us build a sandcastle."
"The bestest sandcastle in the whole world!" Colin grinned, showing off the missing front tooth. She grinned in response, because the little boy's happiness was addictive. If there was one thing that shocked people, it was the fact that Beca Mitchell loved kids, especially little ones Colin's age. Whenever Chloe's niece, Tara, was in town, she would always insist that the redhead would bring the three year old over for a sleepover. Tara was a miniature version of Chloe, with big grins, talking a mile a minute, and being unable to sit still for longer than a minute. The little girl somehow got Beca to sing and dance around the living room to Disney and Barney, coloring in coloring books, and eating ice cream sundaes while playing with Barbie dolls.
"Yeah! It's gonna be awesome!" Beca said, raising her hand. Colin immediately slapped his hand against hers. "Colin, you're gonna let me decorate this castle anyway that I want to, right?" She asked him as she watched Jesse sit down beside her from the corner of her eye. "Jesse's a meanie and messed up our last sandcastle because he didn't like how I decorated it." Colin giggled.
"He messed it up so he could give you kisses." The little boy hid his face behind his hands. Beca felt her cheeks burn, and she tried to keep the smile off of her face as she watched the little boy. "Daddy yells at Debbie's boyfriend all the time, because of their kisses." Colin giggled. "Kissing is gross!" She grinned, watching as the little boy stuck his tongue out. She crinkled her nose at the little boy.
"I know! I keep trying to tell Jesse I don't like it when he kisses me, but he doesn't listen!" She whispered to the little boy.
"Hey! You like my kisses plenty." Jesse pouted, looking like a little kid himself. She winked at him, turning her attention back on the little boy.
"So, where should we start, Colin?" The little boy grabbed one of the containers and began filling it with sand. Beca helped him add water to it, getting it wet enough that it would keep the mold of the bucket, but not too wet that it became the dribbling mess that she used to decorate the last castle. In the back of her mind, she noticed how Jesse held back, choosing to instead watch her interact with the little boy.
After about an hour of her and Colin building one of the ugliest, most atrocious sandcastles in the world, Debbie insisted that she and Colin had to go. He pouted and whined for a few minutes, but finally he agreed to go get cleaned off in the water only if he was allowed to destroy the castle. He stomped and roared, claiming he was Godzilla as he kicked over the already half-crumbled towers and walls. When their castle was completely destroyed, he raced off to the water to wash off the sand and followed his sister off the beach.
"Bye, Beca! Bye, Jesse!" He yelled, waving his free hand as his sister dragged him off the beach by the other.
"So..." Jesse said as they started tossing their beach toys closer to their stuff. "You were pretty cute with that kid...I didn't peg you as a kid lover."
"I love kids," Beca blushed, biting at her bottom lip and rubbing at the tip of her nose. "They're so happy and cute." She shrugged her shoulders. "They don't see the bad in anyone, you know? Everyone is just good and safe. All they want is to play and learn and laugh and eat mac-and-cheese or McDonalds' fries for dinner every night." She hugged her knees against her chest, resting her chin on one of them. "Kids are way easier than adults. Animals, too." She stared into the water, trying to get the sadness out of her head. She wasn't much older than Colin when her parents started fighting, and she started to learn to distrust adults. Adults lied. Adults hurt. Adults left.
The air was heavy with the unspoken message behind her words. She knew that he wanted to ask her something personal about her childhood, but she kept her mouth shut. After a few moments, he spoke, breaking their tension. "You know, it makes sense that you and kids get along. Colin probably thought you were only six because of how small you are." She grabbed the last toy that was in front of them. It was a bucket that was still half-full of water. She dumped the water on his head and then attempted to dive out of his reach.
Beca didn't get far, and she shrieked when Jesse's arms wrapped around her waist. He picked her up and tossed her over her shoulder, making her pound on his back with her fists. He kicked the empty bucket towards their stuff before marching toward the water, ignoring her attempts to get him to put her down. "Jesse, let go! Put me down!"
"You wanna get down? Fine." He threw her into a wave, laughing as she got submerged completely. She stood up, noticing that the water feel a few inches below her breasts (and about waist high on him). She brushed the water and hair from her eyes, shivering at how cold the water was.
"Asshole." She said, tucking her hair behind her ears and wrapping her arms around herself. "It's freezing. I hate you."
"Aww, come here." He walked closer to her, wrapping his arms around her, pressing her body against his warm, perfectly muscled one (fuck, he was so hot). "Better?" He whispered, pressing a kiss to her hair.
"No, I'm still cold." She said, looking up at him. He leaned forward kissing her gently. She unwrapped her arms from around her upper body and then raised them to wrap them around his neck, standing on her toes to deepen the kiss. Soon enough, she found herself shivering for a completely different reason as one of his hands slid down her back and beneath the water, settling onto her lower back.
Beca arched her body into Jesse, pressing herself closer to him. She felt his grin against her lips, and she shuddered slightly when she felt his fingertips dig into the skin of her lower back. Suddenly, they were slipping beneath the bottoms of her bikini. The heat of his hand against the bare skin of her butt, made her moan into the kiss, pressing her body against him even tighter, if it were possible. His hand squeezed her right butt cheek, and she knew that he was feeling everything she was based on what was poking into her stomach. Instead of pulling out of the kiss, however, she arched her body even further into the beginnings of his erection, making him smile even more into the kiss.
He deepened the kiss even further, pushing his lower half harder against her stomach, showing her just how much he was enjoying the moment. The hand on her butt kneaded her skin, and his free hand slid up her side. He stopped his hand on her ribcage so that only his thumb was resting on the side of her breast.
In the back of her mind, she knew that she should stop this, stop his hand from getting any closer to her breast. She could use the excuse that they were in public, and they were on the verge of indecency, but she couldn't make herself pull away from him. She thought back to the dare, and how she was going to let Aubrey win if she didn't stop this.
Suddenly, something dawned on her. When they were originally going over the rules of the dare, Aubrey said that there was not above the belt touching at all, but when they readjusted it, the wording was that Beca and Chloe weren't allowed to be topless with the Jesse and Evan before the two week mark, and after the two week mark hit, it was hands only. That means that as long as it was over her top, he could totally touch her boob right now. She wasn't breaking the rules of the dare at all...just stretching them enough so that she didn't have to wait another three days before he was allowed to grab her boob.
Beca turned slightly into the kiss, so that Jesse's thumb stroked across her nipple. She moaned into the kiss, digging her nails into his shoulders. She couldn't tell if her nipple was just hard from the cold or from the combination of his hand on her ass, his thumb on her breast, and his erection pushing into her stomach. She figured it had more to do with the latter than the former. He gently swiped his thumb over her breast, rubbing it against her nipple, making her arch into him more. She was sure that she was about to suck his tongue from his head and pull both their bathing suit bottoms down to have her way with him in barely a few moments.
She knew that she should stop this kiss soon, because they were will past decency. She took relief in knowing that no one could tell that his hand was in her bottoms, grabbing her ass, or that his thumb was stroking across her breast, because her back was facing the wide expanse of the ocean and his much taller frame was blocking her body from the eyesight of those on the beach or splashing around at the water's edge. She broke the kiss, though, when she heard the splashing of what appeared to be a group of teenage boys getting closer to them, and they were saying some pretty inappropriate things about their make out session.
She glanced over his shoulder at the boys, who were chuckling and smacking each other's upper arms with lecherous grins on their faces. Fucking adolescent males, she thought to herself, burying her face into his chest. He quickly pulled his hand from beneath her bottoms, sliding it up her back as casually as possible. They both took a couple of deep breaths, trying to breathe normally again. "Want to get out of here?" He said, and she nodded her head quickly. "Give me a minute." He waded out further into the water, dunking under the water a few times, and it was obvious that he was trying to get rid of his erection. The boys knew it, based on the gross things they were saying to each other.
Beca discreetly adjusted her bathing suit bottoms beneath the water, watching as Jesse made his way back over to her. He grabbed her hand, interlacing their fingers, and led the way back towards the beach and their stuff. They quickly dried off and packed up their stuff, dropping off the umbrella and chairs on their way back to his car. As he drove back towards her apartment, obviously under the impression that he was going to be invited up when they arrived, she quickly texted Chloe for help; she knew if they went upstairs to her apartment, they would have sex. She already stretched the rules enough by letting him sort-off touch her boob. She couldn't risk losing the dare right now. She was far too competitive to lose to Aubrey...especially not now. No. No matter how much she wanted to screw his brains out, she couldn't do it. She couldn't lose this bet.
3:36 PM Sat, May 4
To: That Ginger Bitch
SOS call soon play along plz ty dnt txt bck
She was usually one to text full sentences. She hated abbreviated words and run on sentences in texts, but she had to be quick and secretive about this text. As they got closer to her apartment, she schooled her expression to one of confusion. "Huh, what's Chloe's car doing here?" Chloe's car wasn't there, but she made a show of grabbing her phone and calling her friend.
"Hello?" The redhead answered cautiously and quietly.
"Chlo, what are you doing here? Jesse and I just got back from the beach." Suddenly, Chloe let out an earsplitting wail, causing Beca to jerk the phone away from her hear. She saw Jesse glance over in concern as he parked the car out front of her building. Damn, Chloe had a set of pipes on her...and was a total genius actress. She began wailing and sniffling a bunch of disjointed sentences.
"...saw your car...fight with Evan...thought you were home...it's over...need you...help...love him..." The words and wails were pouring out of the phone, and Beca's eyebrows rose in shock as Chloe gave her the perfect excuse for not inviting Jesse upstairs with her.
"Chlo, calm down. I'm on my way up. It'll be okay, sweetie." She hung up the phone and turned to look at him apologetically. She was kind of apologetic-not because she was lying to him or anything, but because she couldn't invite him up and get laid like she wanted to. "I'm so sorry..." She bit her lip.
"Next time, Becs." He said, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips. The kiss turned heated fast, because both of them were turned on and neither one of them wanted to go their separate ways. She pulled away before she climbed into his lap and had her way with him. She grabbed her bag, waving goodbye, and rushed out of his car, shutting the door behind her.
The second she shut the door to her apartment, Beca sent Chloe a text that she would call her in a half an hour to explain everything, but she needed to take care of something first. She dropped her stuff on her living room floor and rushed to the bathroom to turn on her shower to wash the sand off of her body. As the water heated up, she stripped off her bathing suit. She climbed into the hot water, letting steam swirl around her, with her eyes closed. The heat of the water made goose bumps erupt across her body.
She washed her hair and grabbed her body wash and began to slowly wash every inch of her body, ignoring the parts of herself that she wanted to touch the most, that she wanted Jesse to touch the most. Finally, she let herself cup her breasts, moaning as her fingers immediately found her nipples, tugging at them. One hand slipped down her stomach and between her legs, swirling into the dampness she found there. She cried out as she began stroking herself, imagining that it was him who was doing this to her body. She reached for the showerhead, so totally relieved that it was detachable. She turned the water to the pulse setting and aimed it between her legs at her clit. She leaned her forehead against the cool tile, rubbing at her breasts with her free hand. She moaned as she thought about how she wished that he was here with her, doing this with her, that it was his mouth, his fingers, his dick that was doing this to her. She cried out as the orgasm hit her. When she caught her breath and came down from her high, she turned off the water and returned the showerhead to its proper place. She then climbed out of the shower to dry off. She walked back to her bedroom, with her hair wrapped up in another towel, and dropped the one wrapped around her frame. She climbed into her bed and proceeded to use the vibrator she had hidden in the back of her end table.
Forty-five minutes later, Beca finally called Chloe back. When the redhead answered the phone, she did so laughing. "That was well beyond a half-hour, kid. How many batteries did you burn through, and is Stacie right? Is your vibrator now named Jesse?" Beca blushed, dropping onto her couch, feeling like jelly, but still kind of wound up. She wished that she could have had Jesse with her, getting her off repeatedly, but she had to settle for just thinking about him this time instead.
"So, sticking with this dare is going to be really hard..." She bit her lip, telling Chloe all about the date. By the end of her description, the redhead was practically foaming at the mouth over getting some over the shirt action from her fiance. She barely left Beca with a goodbye before she hung up on her. The brunette chuckled, setting the phone down onto the couch beside her. She jumped when it buzzed, indicating a new text. She bit her lip, seeing that it was from Jesse.
5:01 PM Sat, May 4
I miss you. Hope Chloe's okay. Alla promissa, bella. (Until next time, beautiful.) xxxx
She blew out a breath. God, how was she going to keep from sleeping with him the next time they saw each other?
Author's Note: So, what did you think? Review, please!