Strangers in the Night
A Pitch Perfect Story
Chapter 12: 2322
Disclaimer: I do not own anything familiar.
Author's Note: A big thank you to thecurlingiron for her suggestion that Jesse go to rehab for his Candy Crush addiction. I feel like I need to go to rehab for my addiction. It's bad, guys…Sweet stuff in part one. Smut in part two. You're welcome.
Monday, June 17, 2013
Beca yawned as she followed the trail of people off of the plane. She ran a tired hand through her hair as she watched everyone travel in a big clump in the direction of baggage claim. Some were returning home, like her, but most of the others on her plane were likely coming in for a vacation or for business to LA. An example being the fucking annoying as hell family that she was somehow seated amongst. She was stuck next to Dad who blatantly looked at her wrack the entire plane ride, which was totally awkward and gross. The teen daughter was across the aisle bouncing in the seat on the end, singing obnoxiously off-key to a song that Beca had produced. Her younger brother was seated next her, grumbling about how annoying the girl was, and they often pushed and smacked each other, with the hittee complaining loudly "Mom, he hit me!" or "Dad, make her stop!" Finally, Beca was sitting in front of Mom and the youngest child, an annoying little boy who would constantly kick the back of her seat, receiving nothing more than a "Johnny, don't kick the nice lady's seat" in a bored tone from Mom as she flipped through her beat-up and dog-eared copy of Fifty Shades of Grey. Seriously? That was, like, the worst written porn that a person could read, in Beca's opinion. There were way better romance novels out there. Suffice to say, Beca was exhausted and miserable and just wanted to go home and take a relaxing bubble bath.
She finally made it to baggage claim, blinking tiredly as she made her way toward the conveyer belt. She couldn't help but chuckle when she saw the tall, dark, handsome figure standing by the belt, sporting a cardboard sign that read Satan's Mistress on it. She blew out a breath and stumbled toward Jesse, who immediately dropped the sign and caught her as she fell into his arms, burying her face into his neck and wrapping her arms around his middle. "Whoa, someone missed me." He said softly as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. She kept her eyes closed, pressed her face further into his skin, and let herself just be happy to see him for a moment. She was so tired. As much as she loved spending that time with Georgie, having to spend an entire weekend with her father and the Step-Monster was excruciating. She sighed into his neck as his hands stroked up and down her back over her dark jean jacket, and he continued to press light kisses to the crown of her hair, which was surely a knotted mess, tied in a loose bun at the base of her skull. She was sure she looked like hell, unlike him. He was as put together as he always was, dressed in khaki slacks, a white button up shirt, and a loosened yellow tie around his neck. She pulled out of his arms, resting her forehead against his chest.
"Hi, nerd." She muttered into his shirt, making him chuckle.
"How ya doing, weirdo?" He responded, raising one of his hands to tilt her face up to his by her chin. He leaned forward pressing a light kiss to her lips. "I've missed you." He said when he eased out of the kiss. She blushed, because she finally realized that the last time she had actually heard his voice was when they were finished having phone sex. She licked her bottom lip, chewing on it, turning her head away from him. "You're overthinking it. Don't." He muttered, turning her face back to his to close the distance between them again.
Beca let Jesse kiss her, and she chose to try and do what he asked of her. She was going to try not to overthink everything that had happened with them the other night. "I should get my bag." She said once she had broken the kiss. She turned toward the conveyer belt, seeing her bag coming towards her. She headed toward it, and he grabbed it for her before she had a chance to do so herself. He set onto the floor beside him and interlaced his fingers with hers. He used his other hand to pull the handle up, leading both her and her bag toward the exit. They crossed the drop-offs and taxi pickups, heading toward the parking lot. She couldn't believe that he'd actually parked his car in one of the ridiculously over-priced parking lots at the airport.
"I'm so glad that you're back. You're seriously never allowed to go away for that long again." He chattered as they walked. "I literally had nothing to do…well, except for compose, meetings with directors and producers for a couple of things, look for new apartments, and hang out with Benji, Todd, and Donald. Oh, and watch movies, but you know what I mean. None of that was as much fun as hanging out with you, so I pretty much spent the entire time playing Candy Crush on my phone, which was like the stupidest thing I could have ever done! I mean, I'm not kidding when I say this, but I almost didn't pick you on time tonight, because I was so caught up in the stupid game. I'm stuck on level one-eighty-two. I can't get past it. It's been killing me. I think I literally spent thirty dollars today in buying lives, those chocolate ball things, and the wrapped and striped candies to try and get past the level, but I can't. I tried to put my phone down today, but I couldn't. Seriously, Beca, I'm addicted. I think I might need to go to Candy Crush rehab or something. It's sick how much I'm itching to play the next level. Like, I don't even care if I don't get three stars. I will settle for one fucking star if it means that I can get to the next—"
She cut him off by standing on her toes and pressing her mouth to his. He immediately responded to the kiss, releasing her hand to wrap his arm around her waist and pull her closer to his body. She tangled her hands into his hair, smiling into the kiss as she thought about how in the hell he was able to say all that in one breath. She was also smiling about the fact that it was so easy to distract him and shut him up; all she had to do was kiss him, and he essentially became putty in her hands. Someone in a car honked at them to get them to stop making out in the center of parking lot, making her jump and bit down on his bottom lip, earning her a half-aroused, half-pained growl from him. She released him lip from her teeth, stepping away from him. He grinned down at her, returning his hand to hers. He pulled her out of the car's way, heading toward his car. He paused by the trunk of his car, releasing the handle of her bag to dig through his pockets to find the keys to his car. He unlocked the trunk and put her bag into the trunk of it. She followed suit with her carry-on, her laptop bag that also sported her portable mixing equipment.
Jesse shut the trunk and turned back to Beca. She rolled her eyes at him. "I can't believe you told me you weren't going to come get me because you were playing Candy Crush."
"I'm addicted, Beca. It's serious. If I don't get through this level, I might die or something." He pouted, and he looked so much like a little baby, she couldn't help but think he looked adorable.
"Let me see your phone." She sighed, holding her hand out to him, palm up. He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Give me your phone." He pulled his phone from his pocket, dropping it into her hand. She pressed the round button at the bottom, swiping her finger across the bottom to unlock it. She glanced up at him. "What's your passcode?" He licked his bottom lip. "C'mon, nerd, just tell me. You can change it again later if you're worried I'm gonna go through it or something." She rolled her eyes.
"It's not that. I know you wouldn't do that." He chewed on his bottom lip again before responding to her. "It's two-three-two-two." He murmured, and she typed the code in. His background came up, and she smiled when she saw that it was a picture of her shoveling a handful of popcorn into her mouth during one of their stupid movication dates behind all of the app icons. She cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Is that what you're weirded out about? That you set me as your background? It is kind of creepy considering that you took that picture of me without me even realizing it. Why on Earth did you pick a picture of me pigging out, obviously bored out of my mind over some bullshit movie that we were watching?"
"Um, yeah, something like that." He blushed, answering the first (and second) question(s). "I chose that picture, because you looked cute, and I like to be reminded of how cute you are whenever I look at my phone." It was her turn to blush. "That and the code."
"What's the code?" She didn't get it. What was the significance of the number?
"It used to be zero-four-two-three, then zero-six-zero-two, but then I changed it to two-three-two-two last week." She frowned in confusion. "Seriously? You don't get it?" She shook her head. "Well, I'll let you figure it out on your own, okay?"
She rolled her eyes, returning her gaze to his phone. She had to unlock it again, because by that time it had gone to sleep on her. She then scrolled through his screens until she found his app for Candy Crush. Her thumb hovered over it, and she glanced up when she heard him squeak loudly. "What?"
"You're not going to delete are you? Please don't! I'll die. Seriously, Beca, I. will. die. Don't delete it."
"Relax! I'm not deleting it." She pressed her thumb to the app and opened it. She walked to the passenger seat, opening the car door, while she waited for the app to load. She climbed into the seat and shut the door, resting the phone in her lap. She buckled herself in and then began playing the level. She faintly heard him climb into the driver's seat, and she flipped him off when she felt him staring at her. It made her uncomfortable. "Would you just drive?" She huffed. He pouted, starting the car and slowly reversing.
Beca focused her attention on the game, chewing on her bottom lip as she swiped her index finger across the screen, switching two pieces of candy. She felt Jesse's eyes on her every now again, but she kept playing. After about fifteen minutes of staring at the screen and making calculated moves, she won the round, getting two stars. "Are two stars okay?"
"Two? What the fuck? How did you? What?" She chuckled, setting his phone aside. "Yes, two stars is fine."
"Relax. You can get to the next level then. Don't worry."
"I'm not…" He shook his head, glancing at her before quickly looking back to the road. "Thank you." She nodded her head. "So, what do you want to do tonight? Are you the type of girl who likes to go out dancing?" He chuckled when she swatted his arm with the back of her hand. "I'll take that as a rain check. Maybe tomorrow night?" He joked. "How about to your favorite bar? There's bound to be some DJ that you're obsessed with. Or, rather, a DJ who you want to make fun of the entire night and tell me about all the ways that you're superior to his or her piece of crap mixing? Or, I could take you out for dinner. There's an awesome jazz club that I've been dying to take you to. We both know how much you love jazz…I may or may not be able to pay the guy a little something to let me get up on the stage and play a little sax for you…"
While the possibility of seeing Jesse pay someone in order to play the saxophone on stage for her was hot—incredibly hot; was she drooling?—Beca just wanted to go home. She bit her tongue when she found herself almost saying that she'd rather just go back to her place and chill on the couch watching mindless television or a movie. No, it wasn't that she actually liked movies, because she definitely didn't, even after the last eight weeks. Holy shit! It would be eight weeks this weekend. Thank fucking God, because if she didn't get Jesse's hand down her pants soon, she'd probably die for all of her pent up horniness. Then, only another two weeks until she could finally find out just how well he can use that tongue of his below the belt. Only four weeks until she could get officially laid. She was almost done. She has almost survived the dare! She couldn't wait to rub it in Aubrey's face. "Becs? Did you hear me? I said that you're also more than willing to come back to my place. Todd's away visiting his sister, and Benji's at some four-day magic convention or whatever. He gets back tomorrow."
"Um, sorry…I'm just so freaking exhausted. All of that…well, except going back to your apartment, because even though the guys wouldn't be interrupting us, I so don't want to be transported to outer space." She ignored his chuckles. "Anyways, as I was saying, ninety-nine percent of that sounded really awesome, but I had the worst plane ride of my life, and I just want to go back to my place and relax." She told him, closing her eyes as she leaned her head into the seat. She reached up to rub at the kinks in the back of her neck.
"Okay, we'll go to your place…unless you want to be alone?" She opened her eyes and looked over at him, seeing that he was glancing over at her every now and again nervously.
"No, nerd. I want you to come, too." He smiled at her, reaching out the squeeze her knee with one of his hands. She closed her eyes again, just listening to the sound of traffic as they took the long way from the airport to her apartment, trying to avoid as much of the horrible rush hour traffic as they can.
"So, should I get pizza or Chinese or Thai? Sushi?"
"Italian. I want lots of fattening pastas and sauces and fish and bread. Oh, and gelato." She said, rubbing her belly. He chuckled. The whole trip from the airport took about an hour, and they lucked out when he found a parking spot outside of her building.
"I'm gonna drop you off and go get the food, okay?" He said when she gave him a weird look when he didn't turn the car off after they parked.
"Take my car. You can park in my spot, and then you don't have to worry about looking for another one later." He nodded his head, turning off the car. They both climbed out, making their way to the trunk. She grabbed her laptop bag, rummaging through it until she found her keys. She quickly slid the key to her car off of her ring, tucking the rest into her jean jacket pocket. She handed him her car key. "I'm gonna shower while you're getting the food. I feel gross from the airplane."
"I thought I told you not to talk about being in the shower with me?" He said huskily into her ear. He nibbled on her earlobe, making her hum out of pleasure. "It makes me think of doing dirty things to you."
"Well, save those thoughts for when you get back with my food." She said, pushing him away from her. He grinned, leaning down to press his lips to hers before he helped her pull her bags from his trunk. He walked her toward the door to her building before he left her with a final kiss before heading to the building's garage where the cars were parked.
About an half hour later, Beca was showered and dressed in a pair of black leggings, an oversized Barden t-shirt, with red fuzzy socks on her feet, and her hair French braided, without a bit of make up on. She collapsed onto her couch, her phone in her hand, texting the girls to tell them that she was back and in her apartment, waiting for Jesse to come back with their dinner. They made plans to meet up for drinks the following night, with all three of the girls begging for her to bring him along. Apparently, Evan and Tom enjoyed having another guy in their midst, and the girls just liked seeing the petite brunette get uncomfortable whenever her boyfriend did something cute or the others said they made an adorable couple. She rolled her eyes, telling them that she'd think about it before setting her phone aside. She leaned back onto the couch, grabbing the remote and began flipping through the channels, looking for something mindless to watch.
She settled for one of those cooking competition shows on the Food Network, pouting when her stomach grumbled from hunger. She was just about to reach for her phone when there was a brief knock at her door before it flew open, revealing her boyfriend with a big bag of takeout in his hands and his messenger bag slung over his shoulders. The cuffs of his dress shirt were unbuttoned and rolled halfway up his forearms, and as he dropped off the bag of food on her coffee table, she noticed that he had loosened his tie, as well. She bit her lip, because he was way more appealing than the food that she'd been craving moments before. He didn't notice her look, though, because he walked over to the door, shutting it behind him as he pulled his messenger bag off. He dropped it by the door, kicking off his dress shoes, before turning back to her.
She had busied herself with pulling food from the bag, smiling when she saw that he had two to-go ice creams. He chuckled, grabbing the cold containers from her hands and walking it to the freezer. After their desserts were in the freezer, he opened her cabinets to grab plates, utensils, and two beers from her fridge, as well as the bottle opener. He walked back over to join her on the couch. She watched as he finished loosening his tie, pulling it over his head and dropping it onto the end table on his side of the couch. "Why were you all dressed up today?"
"Meeting with Pixar." He said, leaning back into the couch as he ran a hand over his face. She could see how exhausted he was. Wow. She was a total self-centered bitch. Not only did she make him pick her up from the airport, but she also complained about how exhausted she was and never once asked him how he was doing that day. She was, like, the worst girlfriend in the whole world.
"Oh, wow! How'd it go?" She said, turning her attention him, abandoning her half-chewed breadstick. She shifted on the couch to face him, and she smiled softly at him when he rolled his head to look over at her.
"Really well. They want me to compose for a short film that they're going to play at the beginning of an upcoming animated film. Kind of like the one about the umbrellas. Wow. Yeah, never mind. You don't know which one I'm talking about." He chuckled.
"Jesse, that is amazing. Congratulations." She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. She leaned back, leaning her chin on his shoulder. "I'm proud of you." He smiled, shifting so that he could tuck his hand over her cheek and kiss her. She let him kiss her for a few minutes before she broke the kiss and leaned back. "Tell me about the movie."
While they ate their dinner, Jesse talked all about the premise of the film and his ideas for what he was going to use. Beca watched him as he talked, smiling at how excited he was over getting this opportunity. She was really happy for him, and he was amazingly talented. He deserved this. He deserved his chance to move people as was his goal. After a while, he quieted down, sipping his beer and studying her. "Tell me about your trip. How was Florida? How was your trip to Atlanta? How's Georgie?" She smiled at the reference to her baby sister.
"Well, Florida was hot. Really hot." She said, rolling her eyes. "The producer for the movie was demanding and annoying and hit on me constantly." She smiled at the low growl that game from his throat, but she didn't comment on it aside from move closer to him so that they were basically sharing the same couch cushion. "The musician I was working with wrote some really awesome songs, and he took me out to a couple of bars and clubs in the area. It was pretty great. Met some interesting people." She noticed that he cocked an eyebrow at her when she said she went out with another guy. "His wife was with us." She assured him, rolling her eyes. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her even more closely against him. "Someone's jealous." She muttered under her breath.
"I can't help it." He said just as quietly as he pressed his face into her hair. "You're amazing." She flushed red, burying her face into the crook of his neck.
"You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Swanson." She muttered, pressing a kiss to his neck. She smiled when she felt him shudder from her kiss. She leaned back to smirk at him, but he quickly kissed her, making her moan into the kiss. "I'm glad I'm home. I miss Georgie, but LA is my home." She chewed on her bottom lip. "I missed the girls, Tom, and Evan…" She paused. "I missed you."
"I missed you, too." He ran a hand down her arm, interlacing their fingers when their hands met. She smiled at him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"I want ice cream." She pulled her head off his shoulder. He laughed, nodding his head. She stood up to get the ice cream while he cleaned up their dinner. "When do you need to leave tonight? Do you have an early morning, or can we hang out for a while?" She asked as he brought their dishes over to the sink. She was busy scooping ice cream into bowls, giving them both a little of both flavors.
"I don't have any plans for tomorrow aside from composing, so I can stay as late as you want me tonight." Jesse said as he put away the leftovers and washed the dishes in the sink. Beca threw away the empty containers of ice cream before handing him a bowl and spoon. The two of them walked back to the couch with their ice cream and new beers. They curled up on the couch, and she groaned when he grabbed her remote. He scrolled through her on demand movies, ignoring her eye roll and scoffs. "Oh, Titanic! We gotta watch it, babe." He said as he selected the movie. She rolled her eyes, digging into her ice cream.
About halfway through the movie, she got bored, so she started fooling around with her hair. She pulled the braid out and began running her fingers through her hair. She sighed when his hand pushed hers away, detangling the locks. She leaned against him, making him chuckle, enjoying the feeling of him running his fingers through her hair. He leaned back onto the couch, pulling her into his arms. She laid her head against his chest, with his legs on either side of her, closing her eyes as he stroked the fingers of his one hand through her hair, with the other hand stroking along her back and her arm. She listened to him whisper lines with the movie, making her smile. The combination of his soft touches with the rumbling of his chest beneath her relaxed her.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Beca opened her eyes some time later. The volume of the television was down low, and she was sure that Titanic was no longer playing on the screen. It was some other movie (she assumed), and she blushed when she realized that whatever rom-com her boyfriend was watching had a sex scene in it, because the couple on the screen started kissing and removing each other's clothing. She felt Jesse shift slightly beneath her, but his hands were still stroking his fingers up and down her back in a lazy, random pattern, but not as frequently as they had been before she had fallen asleep. She chose not to let him know that she was awaked during this awkward moment. Instead, she watched the two characters on the screen kiss passionately and roll around the bed as they imitated sex. She blushed, because she wanted to the very real act with the man currently lying beneath her. She kept still, breathing as steadily as she could, trying to keep up the pretense of being asleep. Finally, the scene changed, and she felt like she could really breathe again. She thought it would be too obvious to act like she was awake at this moment, so she kept pretending to be asleep.
After a few minutes, she shifted against him slightly. She felt his hands immediately go to her back, pressing his nails slightly into her skin through her shirt, acknowledging her. She raised a hand to her eyes, rubbing the one that wasn't pressed against his skin. "Hey, sleepy head." She felt his chest rumble beneath her as he spoke softly to her, tucking her hair over her ear. She lifted her head, turning to rest her chin on his chest, blinking at him. He smiled at her, brushing his fingers over a couple spots on her cheek. "You've got button indentations in your face." He chuckled. She scrunched her nose, raising her hand to run her fingers over her own face, feeling the pattern on her skin.
"I guess I should've gotten you out of your shirt earlier." She muttered as she sat up, yawning into her hand and running her other hand through her hair. He chuckled, holding his hands apart, offering his front towards her. She rolled her eyes at him, slapping at his chest as she yawned again. She wasn't ready to be awake; as warm and comfortable as he was, she wanted to go to go curl up in her bed. "How long was I out?" She asked as she blinked tiredly at him. "What time is it?"
"Um, I think it's about one in the morning. I've watched two and a half movies in the time that you've slept." He said, sitting up, caging her body in his arms and legs once again. She rolled her eyes, because, of course, he related the amount of time passing to the number of movies he watched. She leaned into his hug, letting press a kiss to her forehead.
"Why didn't you wake me?" She said, as she closed her eyes and leaned her face into his neck.
"You were exhausted, and I told you the other morning when we were on the phone, I missed holding you in my arms." She blushed in reference to their phone call, pressing her face more deeply into his skin. "Why would I disturb you when I could spend a few hours doing just that?"
"You must be exhausted though. And, uncomfortable in a dress shirt and khakis." She blushed, sitting back, yawning again. "I'm so tired…I'm sorry I slept through most of our date, but I'm exhausted."
"It's fine. I still got to spend time with you. I'm happy. I'll head out, so you can get back to sleep." He said pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She chewed on her bottom lip as he slid away from her.
"Um, Jess…" She hesitated, because she'd never really done this before. She was the type of girl to fuck and push a guy out the door if she let him into her apartment and bed, so she'd never invited one to spend the night with her—especially someone she wasn't even going to have sex with. "It's late…so, um…why don't you just stay here…" She mumbled, blushing. He tucked his hand under her chin, lifting her face to his.
"If you can't look me in the eye when you're saying it, it makes me feel like you feel obligated to say it, and I wouldn't want to push you do something you don't actually want." She could understand where he was coming from, so she blew out a breath before shaking her head at him.
"I want you to stay." She said, looking him in the eye. He gave her a soft smile, nodding his head slightly. He leaned forward, giving her a gentle kiss. She followed him when he pulled away, wrapping her arms around his neck. They kissed for a few minutes, but she had to break the kiss to yawn into her hand. "I'm sorry, but I'm so tired."
"Beca, I don't expect this to turn into sex. I'd love to spend the night with you and just hold you in my arms, okay?"
Beca gave Jesse one final kiss before she stood up. She held a hand out to him. "I have a spare toothbrush you could borrow." She said as he stood up; his fingers were tangled in hers, and she led him down the hallway towards her bedroom. She walked into the bathroom, rummaging through the cabinets beneath the countertops. She found a spare toothbrush and held it out to him. He took it from her, and the two of them quickly brushed their teeth.
He followed her out of the bathroom into her bedroom. She ran a hand through her hair, blushing, as she reached beneath her shirt to unclasp her bra. She slid it out from beneath her shirt, because she knew if she took of her shirt, the two of them would probably have sex. Sharing a bed with him was already going to be difficult enough. She felt his eyes on her as she tossed her bra onto the floor beside her. She watched him as he unbuttoned his dress shirt, slowly revealing his bare chest. She was glad she was on her side of the bed, because she knew if he was closer, she'd have to touch him, which would make her want to screw his brains out. She watched as he slid the shirt off and dropped it onto the floor. Her eyes followed his hands as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his hips, leaving on a pair of boxer briefs. She bit her lip. She turned away from him, walking over to her dresser to find one of her pairs of boxers. She turned back towards him, watching as he climbed into the bed.
"I usually wear boxers and a tank top to bed, so…I'm gonna change…" She walked over to the light switch, dousing the room in darkness, except for the small hint of light coming in through the blinds from the street lights. She knew he was watching her as she dropped the boxers onto the floor in front of her. She was relieved that her shirt was long enough that she could hide the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear under her leggings. She slid them down her legs, stepping out of them, and the socks, and immediately stepped into the boxers. She tugged them up her legs, settling them onto her hips. She walked over to the bed and climbed in beside him. She settled underneath the blankets beside him, rolling onto her side, facing him. He leaned forward, sliding his hand into her hair, kissing her.
Beca moaned into the kiss as Jesse pushed her onto her back, resting most of his weight onto his forearm as he half lay on her as he kissed her. She moaned into the kiss, wrapping one arm around his waist, hand splayed on his bare back. The other hand gripped the sheets beneath her. Yeah, this was the moment she was probably going to break the dare and lose. They kissed for several minutes, but she had to break the kiss in order to yawn again. He laughed, falling onto the bed beside her, tugging her against his chest. She buried her face into his neck, wrapping her arm around his body, letting him cuddle with her. "I told you that this wasn't about sex. I just couldn't help but kiss you, because I watched you take off your pants."
"I watched you take off your shirt and your pants. It was killing me not to throw myself at you."
"We'll save that for when you're not exhausted. When do you have to get up for work tomorrow?"
"I don't. I always hate going to work the day after a cross country trip, especially when the plane lands late the day before, so I took off today to fly back and tomorrow to recharge. Luke sucks it up, because I'm the best." He groaned, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"Seriously, babe, don't talk about another dude while I'm holding you in nothing but my boxers." She chuckled, pressing a kiss to his neck.
"Yes, but I was never in a relationship with Luke…and it's you who I'm lying here with…in just your boxers." He pressed a series of kisses to her face.
"I love it when you say words like relationship, girlfriend, boyfriend. Go ahead. Call me your boyfriend. Say you're my girlfriend." She laughed, rolling her eyes. She looked up at him.
"You're my boyfriend. I'm you're girlfriend. We're in a relationship." She whispered. He kissed her hard for a few moments before pulling back to smile down at her.
"Thank you. Good night, Beca." He whispered. She closed her eyes, letting sleep take over.
Beca opened her eyes to find her face to, well, chest with Jesse. She blushed, because she had fallen asleep the night before in his arms, and they had only moved enough for him to go on his back and for her to be pulled half-against his side, half on top of him. She lifted her head slowly, studying his sleeping form. His face was relaxed, with the smallest hint of stubble erupting along his jaw and upper lip. She carefully extracted herself from his arms, disturbing him as little as possible, and she watched as he huffed in his sleep and flipped over onto his stomach, gripping a pillow against his chest. She walked into the bathroom, quickly brushing her teeth and washing her face. She ran her fingers through her messy hair, because her brush was on her dresser in her bedroom. She made sure that the door was locked before she peed, washing her hands quickly. She then snuck out of the bathroom as quietly as she could.
After running her brush through her hair a few times, she slipped from her room and headed to the kitchen. She began making a pot of coffee, opening the fridge to grab one of the cold breadsticks from last night's dinner to munch on while the beverage brewed. Finally, it beeped, alerting her that the coffee was finished. She went about preparing a mug for herself, walking over to where she had left her phone the night before on one of her end tables by the couch. She picked it up, seeing several texts from Chloe, Stacie, and Aubrey. She sipped her coffee as she hit Chloe's number on her speed dial.
"Why are you waking me at…six-fifteen in the morning?" Chloe huffed in the phone after she finally picked up. Beca rolled her eyes, taking another sip of coffee. "Don't you have off today? Shouldn't you be sleeping?"
"Jesse slept over last night." The brunette blurted out quietly, ignoring everything that was coming out of her redheaded friend. She heard the sound of her friend's squeal, the sound of a hand meeting bare skin, and the muffled curse from Evan.
"What do you mean he slept over last night?" Chloe squealed into the phone. "Oh, my God! Do I get to have sex? Did you have sex with him?"
Beca rolled her eyes, snickering quietly into the phone. "No, we didn't do anything. As you know, he picked me up from the airport, and we hung out and had dinner. I fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was the middle of the night. I told him that he didn't have to drive home so late…so…he stayed the night."
"So, what happened? Did you guys fool around?"
"Well, I watched him strip down into nothing but boxers, so I definitely wanted to. We just made out for a while, because I couldn't stop yawning. I guess it was probably a good thing, you know, because I don't know if I could have stopped…Chloe, it's getting to be nearly impossible not to do anything more than what we have done together."
"Then have sex with him. I won't tell Aubrey. Plus, it will mean that I can have sex with Evan."
"No." Beca shook her head. "No way. I won't let Aubrey win. No fucking way. Besides, you'll look like the cat who caught the canary. You wouldn't be able to wipe that grin off your face for a second, then Aubrey would know."
"Uggh! How much longer until this dare is over?"
"Only a couple more weeks, Chlo."
"Yeah, yeah, fuck you. I'm gonna go hump the shit out of Evan, since that's all I can do until this weekend." Chloe hung up the phone, making the petite brunette roll her eyes. She set her phone down and went back over to the coffee pot to prepare a second cup of coffee.
Beca walked down the hallway, holding the two mugs in her hand, and made her way into her bedroom. She found the bed to be empty, making her concerned that Jesse had overhead her phone call with Chloe. The door to the bathroom was closed, and she heard the sound of the water running from the sink. She let out a breath and took a sip of her coffee, walking over to sit down on the bed. The door opened, and she gave him an embarrassed smile as she took in his appearance. He had pulled his khaki pants on, but they were still unbuttoned and hanging low on his hips. She held the coffee mug out to him. "I made coffee."
"Mmm, thank you." He came over, taking the mug from her outstretched hand and leaned over to press a kiss to her lips. She smelled the minty scent of toothpaste on his lips. He took in her appearance as he took a sip of his coffee, humming in delight at its flavor. Yeah, she made great coffee. Suddenly, his eyebrow rose. "Are those my boxers?"
Her eyes widened, and she looked down at the black and white polka dot boxers she was wearing. She blushed. They were the pair that she had accidentally stolen from him on the night they dry-humped the first time. Well, accidentally in the form of on purpose, but he didn't need to know that. She chewed on her bottom lip. "I, uh, guess they were in my laundry, and I just put them in my drawer without realizing it…"
"I've been looking for them." He said, shaking his head. "I knew I lost a pair…" The grin on his face was not amusing.
"Shut up." She muttered, taking a sip of her coffee as she stood up. She marched over to where she had left her leggings the night before, grabbing them. "I'll go change, and you can get your precious boxers back." She muttered as she set her coffee down onto the dresser.
"No, no. They look good on you." Jesse said as he pressed a kiss to Beca's shoulder. He boxed her in at the dresser, setting his own mug down beside her. He pulled the leggings from her hands, dropping them onto the floor once again. "Better, in fact, than they look on me. Just like my shirts have looked way better on you than they ever did on me." He laid his hands on her hips, sliding them under the hem of her shirt. She closed her eyes when she felt his fingers swipe along her bare skin just above the waistband of the boxers.
"Jesse," she whispered, raising her hands to grip his shoulders. His lips found hers, and she squeezed tighter on his shoulders, pressing her body against his. His hands slid from where they were stroking along her stomach and sides to press against her back, holding her in place against him. She sighed into the kiss, digging her hands into his hair, fisting it in her palms. He pushed her back against the dresser, and she heard the rocking sound that it made when it hit the wall. She broke the kiss, because the coffee would totally ruin her dresser if it spilled. She glanced over her shoulder and saw that none of it had spilled, thankfully, but she didn't want to risk it. "Bed. Now." She pushed on his chest, and he backed up, sitting down on the bed when the back of his legs hit it.
She stepped between his legs, kissing him, her hands tangling in his hair once more. She didn't allow him to pull her onto the bed with him. Instead, she kept standing there, just kissing him. She needed to figure out a way to keep her wits about her and not let him screw her brains out. God, she wanted to, though. His kisses were intoxicating, as was the way his nails dug into her skin slightly as he scraped them down her back, giving her chills. Her brain was steadily turning to mush, so she broke the kiss, sucking air in as she stepped out of his arms. He groaned, following her, but she shook her head.
Beca stared at Jesse for a few moments, breathing heavily. Their eyes were locked, and she watched as he leaned back on the bed to settle his weight on his elbows. She could see the swell in his boxers just behind the opened fly of his pants. She chewed on her bottom lip, because she seriously never wanted to drop to her knees and go to town on a guy's dick as much as she did in that moment. She wasn't even that into giving blow jobs, and she was totally ready to worship his dick like it was the best tasting Popsicle in the entire world. She swallowed, trailing her eyes up to meet his, and she found them to be almost black from arousal and hidden behind hooded eyelids. She licked her bottom lip, scrambling for a way to get off without violating the rest of the dare. Grinding against his dick was not going to cut it anymore. God, she would totally go back to the awkward phone sex if it meant that she wasn't in the position right now—wanting him, needing him. Suddenly, she remembered that Chloe had told her about how she and Evan had watched each other get off. It wouldn't be as good as it would be if he were the one getting her off, but watching him as he watched her? That couldn't be that much more awkward than their phone sex.
She reached for the hem of her shirt, keeping her eyes locked with his. She slowly tugged it up, revealing her skin slowly. Finally, she pulled the shirt off completely, tossing it aside, leaving her chest bare for him. She brushed her hands over her stomach, sliding them up slowly until she was cupping her own breasts. She moaned, her eyes drooping, but she kept her gaze locked with his as she began massaging them in her hands. He sat up and moved to stand up completely, but she stilled her hands, shaking her head.
"No, Jess." She licked her bottom lip as she squeezed her breasts in her hands, making her hum with pleasure. "Remember when we were on the phone the other night, and you said you wished you could see me while I touched myself?" He nodded his head, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "I want you to watch me…" She said quietly.
It was only a little weird for her to stand there, in front of him, as she massaged her breasts, pinching and twirling her nipples. Her eyes stayed on his face, but his eyes were glued to her hands and breasts. She sighed as the volts of pure pleasure shot from her sensitive nipples to her core, nestled between her legs, beneath his boxers. She felt herself begin to dampen, completely aroused by the idea of him watching her. She pulled her gaze from his face to watch the bobbing of his Adam's apple, the heaving of his chest as he panted with desire while watching her, the clenching and releasing of the muscles in his arms as fisted his hands where they were lying on his knees, and finally settling onto the huge swell of his erection beneath the navy blue of his boxer briefs—which was now jutting out of his undone pants. Fuck, she wanted him. She closed her eyes, playing with her nipples for a few more moments before she slid one hand down her stomach.
Beca opened her eyes when her hand reached the waistband of the boxers. She felt Jesse's eyes burning into her, making her flush hotter with desire. This was it. She was going to do it. She was going to masturbate in front of him. There was no turning back now. She slid her finger tips beneath the waistband, and she heard him grunt "fuck" in such a deep voice that it immediately set her body on fire. Her hand descended slowly beneath the boxers, and she chewed on her bottom lip, moaning with pleasure when her fingers grazed her clit on the way. She spread her legs slightly, allowing her fingers to dip into her damp folds, moaning even louder.
"I'm so wet, Jesse…" She closed her eyes, because she was still feeling insanely weird. She stroked two of her fingers through her folds, dragging them up to her clit, rubbing in circles.
"Fuck, baby…" She opened her eyes to see that he had laid back slightly onto the bed, leaning all of his weight onto one forearm, cupping himself over his boxers with the other hand. Fuck, baby was right. She moaned louder, pushing harder on her clit. "I wanna see you." He gasped out, rubbing the swell harder with his hand. She shook her head, thankful that she was still clearheaded enough in this moment to not strip herself (and him) naked.
"Not yet…I want…need…to—" She cut herself off with a long moan, because he slipped his hand inside of his boxers and began rubbing at his erection in front of her. Holy fucking shit…
"Please, Beca. I need you." He said, stilling his hand. "Come here." She hesitated, stopping her own rubbing between her legs for a moment. She didn't know if she could keep her hands to herself if she was near him.
"I don't want you to touch me…not yet…" He nodded his head.
"Promise…c'mere." She pulled her hand from beneath the boxers and walked over to the bed. While she got settled onto the bed, her body propped up onto the pillows, he quickly tore the pants from his body, leaving his own boxers on, which left little to the imagination. Fuck…she wanted him naked and inside her yesterday. He settled onto the bed beside her, rolling onto his side, leaving only about an inch of space between their bodies.
Beca was lying on her back, her knees bent slightly, and her feet flat on the bed. She rolled her head to the side, staring into Jesse's eyes as the hand that she'd been pleasuring herself with slipped back beneath the boxers. She slid two fingers inside of herself, gasping at the feeling, her eyelids drooping with pleasure. She moaned, and he seconded her moan as his hand slid inside of his boxers. The bed rocked slightly with their movements. Their eyes were locked on the other, their breathing heavy and filling the room. It felt so amazing, and she was soon caught up in her quest for an orgasm. She pulled her one leg up even further, planting it into the bed to give her some leverage as she began rocking her hips in time with her fingers. She used her thumb to rub at her clit as she moved her fingers in and out. Her other knee fell to the side, and she moaned even louder when she felt it graze his legs.
"I'm so close, Jesse." She gasped out, moving her hand and hips more frantically. Her head rolled back onto the pillow, and her eyes rolled back into her head before she clamped them shut tightly.
"Come for me, baby…I need to see you come." He grunted next to her. She chased her orgasm, crying out loudly when she finally fell over the brink. She saw stars, she was sure. Bright, exploding stars that filled the back of her eyelids. Her entire body shuddered, her limbs twitching, her heart pounding. She was covered in a thin layer of sweat, she was sure, and her entire body felt like jelly. She gradually slowed her hand before she slowly slid it from the boxers. "That was so fucking hot, Beca." She felt his lips on her cheek, ear, and then latch onto her neck as he pulled her against his body.
She moved to wipe her damp hand onto the sheets below her, but he caught it. With his eyes locked on hers, he raised her hand to his mouth. He sucked on one of the fingers that she had pushed inside of herself, humming at the taste of her; his tongue twirled around her finger, making her whimper and bite her bottom lip. Once he was satisfied that her finger was cleaned, he repeated the process with the other finger, as well as her thumb that she had used to rub at her clit. He released her hand, and she immediately launched her mouth towards his, biting his bottom lip before kissing him fiercely. He wrapped his arms around her, falling onto his back, dragging her with him. She felt his arousal beneath her, and it took everything in her not to slide her hand between them to touch him.
The kiss was hard, bruising, desperate, and she ground her body against his, making him moan into the kiss. She slid her legs onto either side of his waist, grinding her sensitive center against his erection. She broke the kiss, using his chest to sit up. She dug her nails into his chest, rocking her hips over his, simulating sex as much as she could. "Beca, I need you…I need to be inside of you." He told her, digging his hands into her hips before he slid them up her stomach to cup her breasts.
"I need you, too…but not yet." She shook her head. She ground her hips harder against his. He squeezed her breasts, pinching the nipples with his fingers, before sitting up to press his mouth to one of her breasts while his hand massaged the other. He used his now free hand to support his weight on by laying it on the bed behind him. He rocked his hips up against hers, using his hand for leverage. He removed his hand from her breast, wrapping it around her waist to pull her flush against him as his lips found hers. Their tongues tangled as they kissed each other hard, the fierceness of their kiss matching the grinding of their hips.
"I'm so close," Jesse growled against Beca's lips, and she moaned in response. She wasn't there yet, but she had already finished once. She wanted to get him off. She was almost desperate to get him off, to feel him jerk and shudder beneath her, to hear him moan out of pleasure, to see him come apart in that intoxicating way he did before when they were doing this very same act. She ground against him harder, breaking the kiss to press her forehead against his, staring into his eyes.
"Jesse," she gasped out, kissing him lightly. She felt him jerk beneath her, his hips losing their rhythm before he pulled her down and ground himself into her. He moaned loudly into her neck, sucking on her skin, making her shudder. She ran her hands over his sweaty chest and back, shifting her hips a little against him, making him twitch again beneath her. She pulled back, pressing kisses to her cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead, and then, finally, his lips. He wrapped both arms around her body, pressing her chest against his.
"You're so beautiful." He said when he broke the kiss. "You didn't come." He frowned.
"Jess," she shook her head, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "I didn't need to. Having you watch me was enough earlier. I needed to get you off now."
"And, I need to see you come again." He said, trailing his hands down her sides to slide between the boxers to grip her bare ass. "Fuck, you're not wearing any panties in my boxers." He muttered against her neck. She moaned as he squeezed her ass.
"Mmmm. Only if you get off again." She said as she ran her hands into his hair.
"Give me ten, and I'll be ready to go, but I can get you off one or two more times until then." He slid his hands out of the boxers only to begin tugging at the waistband to pull them down. "We just need to lose these."
"Jesse, wait." She still his hands by gripping his wrists. He froze, furrowing his brow as he studied her face.
"What's wrong?" She shook her head.
"Nothing's wrong." She assured him, stroking her hands up and down his forearms. "I just…" She blew out a breath.
"What's wrong?" He said, lowering the volume of his voice as he asked her for a second time. "Is this still about the no-sex before the wedding thing that Chloe's doing?" He asked her, and her eyes widened, because she totally forgot about that.
"Um, yeah, I did promise her, but it's not really about that." She blushed, chewing her bottom lip. "I want to be with you. Believe me, I definitely want to be with you, but…"
"Uggh, the dreaded 'but.' What's wrong? If you want to have sex with me, then why aren't we?"
"I just don't want to, okay!?" She hated this dare right now more than she usually did, because they were on a verge of fighting. She climbed off of him and out of the bed, grimacing at the dampness between her legs from both of them. She marched over to where her shirt was, and she tugged it on quickly, running a hand through her hair.
"You realize that doesn't make sense, right? You want to have sex with me, but you don't want to have sex with me."
"I don't care if it doesn't make any sense. Yes, I want to have sex with you when we're kissing and doing that," she said, waving her hand at the bed. "However, I don't want to have sex with you when we're not caught up in the moment. I certainly don't want to have sex with you right now." She turned her back on him and started to pull her drawers open, looking for a change of clothes. She needed an excuse to leave the room, so a shower and changing clothes would do just that. Avoiding the conversation was the only way she could stop herself from saying something stupid. Or, for hearing something from him that she didn't want to hear.
"God! I'm not mad about the sex thing! This isn't about sex! This is about you and I having a conversation about it! About what's going on with you!" Jesse yelled as he climbed out of the bed and grabbed his khakis. In the mirror over her dresser, Beca saw him grimace as he tugged them on over his boxers, which were a mess from his orgasm. She ignored the grimace and focused on grabbing a pair of socks, underwear, and a bra from her top drawer. She dropped them onto her nearly bare dresser and slammed the drawer shut.
"What is there to talk about? I don't want to have sex. Done. Time to move on."
"Fine, then we're not having sex, but why? Tell me why, so I can understand! Tell me why, so I don't keep trying to go any further even though it totally seems like you want to. Tell me why, so I can help you work through whatever it is that you're upset about!"
"I'm not upset! The why doesn't matter, Jesse! I just don't want to!" She yanked on the next drawer, grabbing a new t-shirt and a pair of bunny rabbit flannel pajama pants.
"Why won't you just talk to me? What's holding you back? Is it because I live with Benji and Todd? Is it because you feel like I pressured you to be in a relationship? Is it because I don't have a steady job? Is it because you're friends think I'm not good enough? Is it because you're family thinks I'm not good enough? Is it because of Hayley? Is it because of Luke? Do you have feelings for someone else? Did you cheat on me in Miami? Do you not really have feelings for me and don't know how to go about breaking up with me? Are you lying to me? What the hell is it, Beca, that's keeping you from having a damn conversation with you? Because I'm having a really hard time understanding what the hell is up your ass."
She glared at him, shoving a pair of her own boxers at his chest. She started to push past him, with the clothing balled up in her arms, but he grabbed her arm again, stopping her. "Let me go."
"No. Stop acting like a toddler and just talk to me." He stopped yelling at her, but instead was using an exhausted, exasperated tone. She yanked her arm out of his grasp for the second time.
"I'm not acting like a toddler." She snapped as she headed toward the bathroom door. She slammed it behind her, dropping the clothing onto the counter.
"Really fucking mature, Beca. Go ahead, clam up. Walk away and slam the door. That's definitely how an adult acts." He called through the bathroom door. She stood there for a moment, gripping the edge of the counter tightly in her hands, staring down at the pile of clothing she had brought with her. She was so angry right now, she could punch something. Preferably him.
Beca tore off her clothes and started the shower. She was trying to put off as much time as she could before she went back out there. While the shower warmed, she rinsed the boxers out in the sink. She wrung them out, setting them aside on the counter to give to Jesse. She couldn't keep his boxers. It would signify that she needed something from him. It was completely silent on the other side of the door, but after a few moments, she heard him knock.
"Beca, can I come in?" She ignored him, pulling back the curtain to climb into the shower. She pulled it shut, standing beneath the warm water. She froze under the water when the door of the bathroom opened and closed, signifying that he came in. She heard the sound of the toilet seat lid being put down, making her assume that he was using it as a seat. "Can we talk about this?"
"There's nothing to talk about."
"Yes, there is. Look, I don't care about the sex." She rolled her eyes, because that was bullshit. "Well, I mean, yeah, I do want to have sex with you, but I'm not about walk away from this just because we're not having sex right now. What I care about is the fact that you're clamming up and not talking to me about it. How can I understand what's going on for you if you won't talk to me about it?" She didn't say anything, but instead squirted some shampoo into her palms and began massaging it her hair. "God, you're so infuriating!"
"If I'm so difficult to be with, then why are you with me?" She said right before she stuck her head under the water. Even though she could barely hear over the water pounding on her head and rushing past her ears, she still heard his groan and what she assumed were muttered curses. She rinsed the last of the soap from her hair and moved out of the water. She then squirted some conditioner into her hand, running it through the ends of her hair, leaving it to soak into her hair.
"Just because you piss me off, it doesn't mean I don't want to be with you. I do want to be with you. I just would prefer it if you actually talked to me about important things." She began to wash her body with a bar of soap, her jaw clenched.
"Yeah, well, I'd prefer you to leave me alone, so…let's see who gets what they prefer?" She shaved her underarms and then ran a hand over her legs, deciding that they were still smooth enough that she didn't need to shave them.
"Well, I guess it's going to be neither one of us, because I'm not going anywhere until you talk to me." She rolled her eyes, standing under the water to rinse the soap and conditioner off of her body. She turned the water off and stood behind the curtain with her arms wrapped around her body. She needed the towel, which was currently hanging on the hook on the door.
"I need my towel."
"Are you going to talk to me?"
"Just give me my towel."
"Not until you promise to talk to me."
"Goddamn it, Jesse! I'm fucking naked and cold here. Give me the goddamn towel."
"Fuck, baby, you're just trying to get me hard, aren't you?" She rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help the smile that slipped onto her face.
"Just give me the towel." She whined. The towel was thrust past the curtain, and she grabbed it, quickly rubbing it over her body. She then used it to squeeze some water from her hair before she wrapped it around her body. She pulled the curtain back, holding the towel tightly around her frame.
"Wow…" He whispered, taking in the sight of her with nothing but a towel on her. His eyes traced over her form before he returned them to her face. "Please talk to me, Beca?"
"Fine." She climbed out of the tub, grabbing the clothes in one hand while she held the towel to her body with the other. "I'm gonna go change. You can shower if you want. I'll get you another towel from the closet." She attempted to push past him, but he stopped her. He pulled her into a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of her wet head.
"I'm not going anywhere, Beca." She closed her eyes for a moment, letting him hold her. She then pulled away from him and exited the bathroom. She dressed as quickly as she could, hearing the sound of the shower running. She wrapped the towel around her damp head and grabbed him a towel. She knocked on the door, signifying her entry into the bathroom, leaving the towel on the toilet seat before quickly exiting. She didn't even attempt to look at his form behind the shower curtain. She returned to her room and proceeded to strip the sheets off of her bed. She then gathered up her dirtied clothing and the sheets and shoved them into the hamper for when she needed to take a trip to the laundry room on the floor above hers.
She looked through her drawers and found a pair of Evan's sweatpants and one of his old t-shirts from the Michigan college he attended; Chloe had probably left them here at one point or another during a sleepover. They would probably fit Jesse, so she left them folded on her bed. She then exited her bathroom and headed into the living room to grab her phone. She immediately called Chloe.
"Hey, babes. Long time, no speak." Chloe joked when she answered the phone.
"Jesse and I just got into a massive fight." Beca muttered into the phone.
"Oh, honey. Are you okay? What happened? I'll kick his ass."
She ran a hand through her messy, wet hair, wincing when her fingers hit a knot along the way. "He got pissed at me, because I apparently clam up during important conversations."
"Well, that's nothing new. I could've told him that."
"Oh, shut up, Chlo. You're supposed to be on my side here."
"I am on your side! What was the important conversation about?"
"Why I won't have sex with him." She sighed, scratching at the tip of her nose. "Sort of. It started with that and ended with me not being honest with him about what is going on with me or something like that."
"You know what I think? I think that this dare is stupid and not worth it anymore."
"You're just saying that, because it would benefit you." She snapped into the phone.
"No, actually, I'm saying it, because you're lying to him. You're not a liar, Beca. That's the one thing I love most about you. You're not one to lie. You're blunt and honest. This dare is making you lie to him, and it's hurting you."
"I'm not hurt. I'm pissed." She clenched her jaw. She wasn't hurt. There was no way she was hurt. Sure, he called her a child. Yeah, and he might have implied that he thought she cheated on him or she still had feelings for Luke or for some other guy. That could've hurt someone, but she wasn't the type of person to get upset about that stuff. Well, the cheating thing did hurt. She wasn't her father. "The jerk won't leave until I talk to him. I just want to be left alone." She said, quickly trying to change the subject.
"Maybe you should just tell him the truth. Tell him about the dare."
"Are you fucking kidding me? No way!"
"Beca, think about it. You're always scrambling for excuses for why you can't have sex with him. Why don't you just tell him the truth, and then together you guys can do your best not to have sex until the dare is over and then hump like rabbits?"
"No, Chloe. I'm not going to do that."
"Fine, whatever. Don't listen to me. Be miserable. Where is he now?"
"Showering. I guess I better go. Bye, Red."
"Tell him the truth." Chloe said before she hung up. Hell, no. That wasn't happening.
Beca tossed the phone aside, pulling her knees up to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her chin on one of her knees. She glanced up when she realized that Jesse was hovering in the entryway from her bedroom. How much of their conversation did he overhear? Did she reference the dare? He walked over to the kitchen table to grab a chair. He pulled it opposite her, with the coffee table between them, and he sat down, crossing his arms as he stared at her. "Let's talk."
Author's Note: I'm sorry for the fight, but Beca and Jesse have been so lovey-dovey lately, they were getting almost unrealistic. The best thing Jesse did for Beca was fight with her in the movie, because it led to her getting closer to the girls and to her finally admitting to her feelings with him. So, I threw in a fight, because Beca's been lying and twisting her words and avoiding conversations—all because of the dare, so Jesse's bound to get annoyed with it. Ergo, a fight. Should Beca tell him about the dare, or should she keep it a secret?
Also, can anyone guess what Jesse's phone passcode is? What is 2322? What was 0423? What about 0602? Make your guesses! ;)