Strangers in the Night
A Pitch Perfect Story
Chapter 18: A Love Story
Disclaimer: I do not own anything familiar.
Author's Note: I'm glad that you're enjoying the story so much, everyone! More smut is coming! ;) Like an insane amount of smut. Like smut in most of the sections. Sweet! The instrumental piece that is featured in this chapter is Brian Crain's A Love Story. It is such a beautiful piece. I hope you all enjoy this chapter!
Thursday, July 18, 2014
"You're not allowed to go." Beca whined, wrapping her arms tightly around Georgie's shoulders. Her little sister wrapped her arms around her center, and the two Mitchell girls buried their faces into each other's necks. Beca felt the wetness of tears dripping down her skin, and she knew that her sister was crying. She was pretty sure she was crying, too, which is why she was relieved that she wore only a little bit of eyeliner on her top lids and a single coat of waterproof mascara. This was the style of eye makeup that Aubrey was always pushing on her, but she only pulled it out during moments like this (or when the blonde practically held her down).
Both girls whimpered when they felt Jesse lay his hands on both of their backs. "Ladies, Georgie's gotta get through security. Her plane's gonna take off soon." He told them.
"No." They both whined, squeezing each other tighter. Georgie sniffed, pulling back after a few moments. She wiped at her nose and her cheeks. "I'll miss you, Beca. I love you, even if you annoy the shit out of me sometimes." Beca laughed, wiping at her own cheeks and nose. She smiled at her sister, leaning forward to press a series of kisses to the younger girl's cheeks. Georgie squirmed, grinning at her.
"I love you, Georgie. I know you're mad that I said you shouldn't do the music thing, and I know that Dad agreed with me, which makes it all the worse—believe me, I hate it as much as you do. I just want what's best for you. But look, Dad and I were able to compromise a lot, and oddly enough, we can thank Sheila for that. You're gonna come visit me a lot more, which will be totally awesome. And, Dad's gonna let you get vocal lessons, as well as piano and guitar lessons, so you'll be even better after you graduate from high school. Even though Dad hates the idea and wants you to go to Barden, he's willing to at least think about letting you go to UCLA or something and to try again with making album then."
"I know. I know you're both looking out for me. I love you for it. I can't wait for the next visit." Georgie turned to Jesse, biting her bottom lip. "Can I talk to you for a second?" Beca cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Of course, little Mitchell." Both girls rolled their eyes, because Georgie might be younger, she was still taller than her older sister—not by much, but still taller.
Georgie and Jesse walked a little ways from Beca, who crossed her arms and stared at them. "Maybe we should turn so that your back is facing her, that way she won't be able to read our lips. She's resilient, that one."
He chuckled, turning so that he was blocking the two of them from Beca's gaze. Georgie blew out a breath. "So, the last time we had any alone time, I was like the wise Buddha giving you stupendous advice, and now I'm gonna give you some more."
"I'm looking forward to this," he chuckled. She gave him a look that made his eyebrows raise momentarily—it was obviously a look that reminded him of Beca. She smiled at him, giving him an eye roll.
"I know that you and Beca haven't talked yet—there really hasn't been time to have a conversation about her opening up, so you should do it soon. Ease into it, though. Start small. Beca might act like she's a rock, all hard and difficult to break—that nothing can hurt her, but she's not. She's not a rock. She's more like an egg, Swanson. She's got a hard shell, sure, but it's just an illusion. It's thin and easily breaks. On the inside, she's soft—she's goo. Just remember that. She's not as scary as you think she is. She's actually scared of a lot of things, and she just acts like she isn't. She'll open up to you, eventually, Jesse. You've just got to be patient."
"I don't want to hurt her, Georgie. I'm gonna do everything I can not to hurt her."
"Because you love her." She said quietly, giving him a small smile. He tensed his jaw, pursing his lips. "Just admit it to yourself, Jesse."
"Look, if I did love her, I wouldn't be telling you first. I'd tell her first." Georgie tried her best to hold back her smile. She shook her head with a small laugh.
"You're right. My sister should be the first to know. Good luck with everything, Jesse. Keep in touch, okay? Don't let my sister control when the next time we talk, okay? Text me, email me, tweet me, Facebook me, whatever!" She wrapped her arms around Jesse's middle.
"I promise!" He hugged her back. "I'm so glad that I got to meet you, Georgie. I never got to do the whole sibling thing. I want to hear all about the music lessons and the boys that you're in love with." She giggled, pulling back from the hug.
"I will keep you up to date on my love life." The two of them started towards Beca again. "Oh, make sure you ask Beca about Adam, okay? When she starts to let you in more, ask her about Adam." He nodded his head. They reached Beca, and she held her hand out to her older sister. "Jesse…" He rolled his eyes and walked over to lean against the wall.
Georgie turned back to her sister. She studied the brunette's sad face. "I'll miss you, Georgie." Beca said, wrapping her arms around the younger blonde.
"I'll miss you, too." She pulled back. "Beca, let him in, okay? He's a good guy, Beca. I really like him, and I know that you do, too." Beca nodded her head.
"I do like him, but he's so…he's not like me."
"But you don't want someone who's exactly like you. You want someone with similar values and interests, but you want someone who will challenge you, too."
"Georgie, you shouldn't do music, but write one of those advice columns or something." Beca shook her head, and it made Georgie laugh. She cocked her head to the side. That was kind of a cool career idea. She'd have to keep that in mind. "I love you, kid."
"Love you, too. One last hug, and then I really have to go." The two girls hugged, and Georgie made her way into the security line. She turned around just before she went through the metal detectors to see that Jesse had an arm wrapped around Beca's shoulders. They both waved, and she waved back. Yeah, he was perfect for her sister.
"I miss her already." Beca said as they rode the elevator in her apartment building. Jesse interlaced their fingers, squeezing her hand lightly.
"I know." He frowned.
"You know what I've missed even more?" He cocked an eyebrow at her. "I've missed you."
"You've missed me?" He chuckled. "You've seen me all week. Almost as much as you saw me before your sister came to visit." They climbed off of the elevator and walked to her door. She unlocked it and turned to face him, shoving her keys into the pocket on her bag.
"I meant that I missed our alone time." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I missed being able to kiss you and not hear a fourteen year old complain about it." She grinned.
"I've definitely missed that." He leaned down to press a kiss against her lips. The kiss was gentle, and his lips just barely touched hers. He pulled back, and she pouted, going on up on her toes to follow him.
"More." She whispered, kissing him again. She sighed into the kiss, smiling against his mouth when she felt his arms wrap around her waist. He backed her against the door, kissing her more forcefully, but it was still reserved. She released his neck to reach behind her with one hand to push the door open. They backed into the apartment.
The door slammed shut behind them, and she dropped her bag onto the floor. She gripped the front of his shirt in her fists. He tangled his hands into her hair, his tongue sliding along the seam of her lips. As soon as she opened her mouth, he deepened the kiss to a more bruising force. She moaned into the kiss.
Beca didn't realize it, but Jesse had begun walking them backwards. Not in the direction of her couch, or even her bedroom, but instead towards her kitchen. She jumped when her butt hit the edge of the kitchen table, and she used one of her hands to help him move her on top of it. They kissed for a while, her legs wrapped around his hips. After a few moments, he pulled her to the edge of the table, lifting her down. He stepped back, and her hands immediately went to the hem of her shirt, but he stopped her hands.
He turned her around, and she shot him a confused look over her shoulder. "Just go with it." He said softly. He pressed himself against her back, gathering the hair and guiding it over her shoulder. He kissed her neck, nibbling on the skin, making her moan. She titled her head to the side, letting him suck harder on her skin. After a few moments, he began stroking his hands up and down her sides before moving them to cup her breasts over her shirt. She leaned back against him, arching her chest into his hands.
"Jesse," she breathed out his name softly, and he sucked hard on her left earlobe. He slid his hands down the front of her, playing with her shirt's hemline. She let out a breath, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the feel of his fingertips brushing against the skin of her lower stomach. She waited for him to pull her shirt off, but he didn't. Instead, his hand moved to the button of her pants, which he loosened. Her eyes flew open with his fingers, after quickly sliding down the zipper, slid inside of her jean shorts, brush her between her legs. The problem was that she still had her thong on. She let him know that she displeased in the form of a whimper. She reached behind her to slide her hand over the slight bulge in his pants, but his other hand immediately found hers, his fingers taking hold of her wrist. He pulled her wrist away, placing it on the table.
"Leave both your hands on the table." He said into her ear, and she placed her other hand onto the table, leaning over it slightly. She closed her eyes again, moaning quietly at the feel of his fingers combing over the lace of her thong, never dipping low enough to slide beneath it to touch her where she wanted to be touched the most.
"Jesse," she whined, and he moved his hand away, making her glare over her shoulder at him.
"Face front." Beca narrowed her eyes at Jesse, but turned around again. Apparently, today was "listen to Jesse as he tortured Beca" day. She knew without a doubt that she would enjoy herself, but the waiting was driving her nuts. She tensed slightly when his fingers found the side of her shorts. He slide them over her hips slightly, using one hand to run his fingers over the tops of her butt cheeks and the fabric of her thong. She locked her elbows, her head falling forward, because she was beyond turned on. He returned his hands to her jeans shorts, proceeding to slide them down her hips. He helped her step out of them, sliding his hands up and down her calves, giving her goose bumps. "Keep your feet this far apart. Don't move them." He slid his hands up the outside of her legs, standing up as he did so. He finally reached the sides of her thong, and his thumbs hooked under them slightly, his fingers splayed across the fronts of her thighs. She sighed loudly, waiting for his next move.
He moved his hands to her butt, squeezing the globes, making her moan and chuckle at the same time. He then reached up and pulled the thong down her hips until they got caught at her knees. She let out a sob of relief when his fingers swiped through her center. "Oh, thank fucking God." She gasped. She felt his laugh against her neck as he bit down where it met her shoulder, sucking hard at her skin. She knew that he was probably going to leave a mark on her skin, and she couldn't help but think she welcomed the mark.
Her eyes opened again when she felt him lay a hand on her lower back, pushing her chest down so that she was leaning over the table. She stretched out her arms to grip the edge of the table. She felt the warmth of his hand on her lower back, rubbing the muscles there, which felt beyond amazing. Her body felt like it was turning into jelly, though, because he had begun to pump three—three—fingers into her. There was no contact with her clit, though, which was driving her absolutely nuts. She gripped the edge of the table, and she was sure that her knuckles were probably white. After a few moments, she couldn't stop herself, she found herself sliding her legs together, clamping down on his fingers, trying to use her own legs to stimulate her clit.
Beca yelped when she felt a stinging slap hit her ass. She jerked her head up and looked over her shoulder at Jesse. He smirked at her, slapping her ass again, making her squirm on the table. It fucking hurt, but not in a bad way. He used his foot to tap at the inside of right ankle, making her move her leg back to where it had been before. She had moved her leg so much that her underwear had slid down to settle at her ankles. She had to lift her ankle out of the thong in order to not rip them. He moved his hand back to her back, pressing her back down against the table. He did a series of quick thrusts of his fingers, giving her a single swipe on her clit with his thumb. She moaned, and she honestly thought it was one of her most porn-star worthy moans. She whimpered when she felt him rub at the sting still resonating in her bottom.
Her knees began to buckle at the steady slip of his fingers in and out of her center. Only occasionally did he play with her clit, but it was enough to make her feel like she was well on her way to falling apart. She shifted on the table, arching her ass towards him, trying to subtly guide him to give her clit more attention. Unfortunately, it also meant her legs shifted closer together, and she was practically offering her ass up to him. His hand moved from her lower back again, and soon she was jerking after he left a series of light smacks to her butt. His hand stilled inside of her, and he leaned over her, pressing his chest into her back. She felt the roughness of his jeans against her thighs and the sensitized skin of her butt. She whimpered, squeezing the table edge even tighter. "You look so sexy like this, Beca. You're so fucking wet."
"Jesse…" She could barely get the word out, and she turned her head to capture his lips in the best way that she could. He pulled his fingers out of her, making her whimper. Suddenly, he was pulling her up. If she wasn't so turned on by everything, she would have been uncomfortable with the feel of his damp fingers on the skin of her hips. He turned her to face him. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her mouth against his. He pulled her flush against him, his tongue tangling with hers. After a few minutes, she tore her mouth from his. "Undress now." If this was the moment that she lost the fucking bet, and the two of them had sex, then so be it. She didn't care.
Jesse stepped back, yanking his shirt over his head. Beca did the same, her bra following suit. He was busy kicking off his sneakers and socks, all the while undoing his belt. While he was busy pulling his belt from its loops, her hands were unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper. The two of them pushed his boxers and khakis down his pants. She dropped her knees, her hands guiding the path of his clothing down his legs. Her hands and mouth immediately went to his erection. She pressed light kisses against him, running her tongue over the seam at its tip, tasting the pre-cum that was secreting from him. She hummed, sucking on the tip. His hands tangled into her hair, massaging at the skin there, letting her control her movements.
She guided more of him into her mouth, and she decided that she liked doing this way more from this position, even if it was killing her knees to be on the rough carpet, than when he was on his back and she was hovering over him. There was probably just as much spit and drooling and potential gagging going on as the other way, but it didn't seem like it in her mind. She used her hand to twist, massage, stroke, and squeeze at what couldn't fit in her mouth. "Jesus fucking Christ," he gasped out, and she felt him tear his hands from her hand to slam them down onto the table. She felt his hips jerk slightly against her mouth, and she knew that he was trying his best to hold back from thrusting. She released him with a pop, looking up at him as her hand stroked over him.
"You can thrust. Just go slow, okay?" She took a deep breath, blowing it out lightly over his skin, smiling at the strangled sigh that he released. She guided him back into her mouth, and soon enough, he was thrusting in and out of her mouth. He slid a hand back into her hair, gripping it slightly, which she knew was a warning that he was close to finishing. She doubled her efforts, sucking hard at the tip. She felt him jerk a final time into her mouth, and she soon was swallowing down his release. She stroked her fingers up and down his shaking thighs as she eased off of him, pressing light kisses against his softening erection. She gave him a few moments to recover before she stood up to face him.
His mouth immediately found hers, and she whimpered into the kiss when he picked her up, bridal style, and carried her from the kitchen table into her bedroom. He dropped her onto the bed, pulling her by her legs until her ass was practically hanging over the edge. He fell to his knees, and she cried out when his mouth found her center. He swiped his tongue through her folds until it found her clit. He began flicking it against it repeatedly, his three fingers entering her once more. She arched her hips against his mouth, moving her hand into his hair to guide him where she wanted his mouth the most. He began to suck hard at her clit as his fingers curled inside of her to press against her g-spot. She jerked her hips up, rotating them slightly in a circle as he kept combing his fingers over and over against her g-spot and his mouth latched on harder against her clit.
Beca closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his mouth and fingers going against her/in her. Jesse was beyond fucking talented with that mouth of his. She was panting and moaning like an insane person, but she didn't care, because she was too busy racing towards a killer orgasm. She felt herself building and building until suddenly her entire body tensed, and she felt like she was simultaneously freezing and combusting. Her mouth fell opened, and she let out a silent screen, her eyes clamped tightly. She pressed her head back into the bed, arching her back. Eventually, it was too much, so she pushed his head away from her center. He slid his fingers out of her as he pressed a series of suckling kisses against her thighs and pelvis. She let out a deep sigh as he kissed his way up her stomach, stopping to suck on both of her nipples for a moment before finishing his path to her lips. The two of them settled into a dueling kiss as they climbed more fully onto the bed and collapsed into the pillows.
"Holy shit, dude." She said when she needed to get more air. The two of them were a tangle of limbs, with his head lying on her chest as he traced patterns on her side with his fingertips, making her shiver.
"Yeah, definitely missed our alone time, too, babe." He joked, turning his head to kiss the swell of her breast. He raised his head to study her, biting his bottom lip.
"What?"
"Was that too much? I know that we said that a little spanking was okay, so…" She smiled at the blush on his cheeks.
"No, it was fine." She chewed on her bottom lip, furrowing her brow slightly. "It was different. I've never…it was new, so it's a little weird, but it wasn't bad. It felt kind of good, and I sort of liked it, but definitely not into doing it all the time. Like, once in a while and only like how we did it tonight. Is that okay?"
"Oh, thank God, because as much as I enjoyed it, I kind of felt weird, because I didn't know if it was hurting you or if you liked it or whatever." She nodded her head.
"I would have told you to stop if I wasn't into it."
"So, we'll try it again some other time." He pressed another kiss onto her breast, making her eyes flutter open and shut a few times. The last time she opened her eyes, she found him watching her. Their eyes locked, and she smirked at him.
"Maybe next time, I'll be the one doing the spanking." He chuckled, biting her skin lightly, making her moan softly.
"Mmm. I'll be sure to be a really bad boy." She laughed, reaching down to smack his bare ass beneath the sheet. He jerked. "Shit. That does feel weird and good and painful at the same time. Do it again." She giggled, smacking his ass again, this time a little harder, before pinching a cheek. He started tickling her then, making her squirm. After a few minutes of wrestling, pinching, and tickling each other, she found herself on top of him, their noses brushing, and eyes locked.
Beca's breathing sped up, and she felt that Jesse's had quickened as well against her lips. Her lips stroked against his as she whispered to him. "Jesse, I want this so badly…" The two of them began to kiss, light and open-mouthed kisses that were barely touching. She whimpered when she felt him drag his hands all over her back and sides.
"Do I need to get a condom?" He said breathlessly against her lips. She wanted to say yes. She literally felt her mouth opening to say yes, but she couldn't get the words out. God, fuck this dare and fuck Aubrey. She just wanted to take that next step with him right then and there. But, one week was standing between her and beating this dare. Could she put aside her biggest desire to make it through this dare? If she didn't—if they had sex, then what? For so long, this was about succeeding at the dare, but then she began to like him. So much of her time and attention surrounded him.
A huge part of her was so scared that she would take that next step, that they would "go all the way," as Aubrey liked to call it, and then she'd freak out and run away like she always did. She might act like she was strong and fearless, and she hated that this whole experiment only forced her to become more introspective and realize what all the running and pushing people away was about. It was about being afraid of being hurt and rejected, because she saw it happen with her parents and she saw it happen with her friends, and she experienced it herself as a little kid when she watched her dad walk out the door. There was too much pain in her past, and it was easier to force people out. Now, she was in this position with a guy who kept telling her that he didn't want to hurt her, letting him get closer and closer—but he wasn't a fucking clairvoyant asshole who could prevent something going wrong in their relationship. He wasn't able to stop her from being a bitch who put people down when she got scared or upset or who would push people away when things got too serious. Eventually, he was going to let her push him away, because he was too damn tired of trying. Didn't he sort of give up a few weeks before? He walked away when she said that she was done. He gave up, and it took her—her, the girl who was so fucking scared of commitment—to go to him and bring him, them, back.
He pulled back, pulled his face away from hers. She furrowed her brow when him tense his jaw and look away from her. "You hesitated. Your face…it said everything."
"Jesse," she moved her hand to his cheek, guiding him to look at her. She cursed under her breath when she felt the tears pool in her eyes. Fuck this crying. He shook his head.
"I watched you go from horny to contemplative to uncomfortable to scared to hurt. You're not ready, and it's okay. I'm fine with what we're doing, where we're at. What I don't like is that this hesitation is because you don't feel like you can be honest with me."
"I am honest with you. If anything, I'm really fucking honest." She pulled herself off of him, sitting up and pulling her legs against her chest, keeping the sheet pulled up around her. She heard him sigh, felt him sit up. She rested her chin on her knee, arms wrapped around her legs. He laid a hand on her back, brushing his lips onto her shoulder.
"Yes, you're honest about what you're thinking about a movie or a song or what a woman is wearing on the street. You're honest when you say that you've never let someone in, aside from the girls and your sister. You're honest about how you met the girls and why you're friends with them and the meaning they have in your life. You're honest when you talk about your past sexual conquests." She jerked slightly, because whenever he brought it up, she felt weird—not like he was judging her, but more that she was judging herself in relation to him. "What you're not honest about is about your family or what is scaring you about us or how you feel. Before you get defensive and pull away and push this back towards me, because I know you want to and it's how you deal with shit, I want you to hear me out. I'm not trying to get you to open up to me faster. I'm not trying to force you into some box about how I think a girlfriend should be. I only want you to be yourself, but I also need you to trust me. If you don't trust me, then we can't work."
"I do trust you." She said quietly, but as soon as she said it, she realized that she didn't. Not really, or, rather, not completely. And, he seemed to know that.
"No, you don't. Not yet. Not fully. Not the way that a girlfriend needs to trust her boyfriend." He pressed another kiss to her shoulder. "It's okay, though. We're not there. The only thing I can do is be here, wait for you to trust me."
Beca turned to face Jesse. She studied the serious look on his face, the way that his neck moved when he swallowed, the curve of his collarbone. A thought slipped into her mind that briefly brought a smile to her face. He furrowed his brow at her, silently asking her what she was smiling about. "How come most of the serious conversations we have are always when we're mostly or completely naked?" He smiled at her, leaning forward to press a kiss to the top of her head. She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him hold her close.
"I think it is because the moments you allow yourself to be the most vulnerable and connected to me are after we done something sexual. I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing." She swallowed, thinking about what he said.
"It's a good thing, because usually I bail the second I'm done screwing around with someone. With you, it is different—sex between us is fun, yeah, but it is also a way to be 'vulnerable and connected.'" She repeated his words back to him. "It means more." He pressed another kiss to the top of her head.
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Beca and Jesse were lounging on his couch, with a movie on in the background. Neither of them were really watching the movie, but instead randomly distracting the other by pressing open-mouth kisses along any exposed skin within reach. She sighed when her phone rang, the ringtone indicating that it was Stacie calling her. She reached across him to grab the phone that was lying on the end table beside his couch.
"What's up, Stace?" She asked as she settled back into her previous position. His hands settled back onto her hips, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
"Nothing much. I've got a question for you."
"Okay?" Beca said, squirming, because Jesse absent-mindedly began running his fingers up and down her sides as he turned his attention to the movie. "Jess, stop." She muttered, because it was tickling her and quite distracting from her call with Stacie. He grinned at her, stilling his fingers.
"Oh! Are you and Jesse doing something dirty? Can I listen? Put me on speaker phone. I wanna know what Jesse sounds like when you're blowing him."
"Jesus Christ, Stacie! I'm not going to let you listen to me blow Jesse over the phone!" She snapped into the phone, smacking him in the stomach when he snorted.
"Why not?" Both of them said at the same time. "See! Jesse's down with it!" Stacie laughed, having heard him.
"You guys are freaks." Beca muttered, shaking her head. "What the hell do you want, Stace?"
"Oh, well, um…do you think that, um…okay, so Donald and I were having sex, and we didn't have a condom, and, like, you know I use a Diva Cup, so I thought, why not…?" Beca furrowed her brow. What the hell? "Like, do you think I'm okay? Or, like, should I go get the morning after pill?"
"Stacie, I think you should go get the morning after pill. You realize that a fucking Diva Cup is not a way to prevent pregnancy, right? And, since when are you not using condoms?"
"Well, Donald and I are not really having sex with anyone else, and we know that the other's clean, so…"
"You're not having sex with anyone but Donald?" Beca shot Jesse a surprised look. He was staring at her in horror, either over the fact that Donald and Stacie were practically a couple or over the fact that Stacie tried to use her Diva Cup as a way to not get pregnant.
"Well, yeah, I mean, he kind of askedmetobehisgirlfriend." Stacie mumbled the last bit, but Beca heard her. She sat up, grinning from ear to ear.
"You and Donald are a couple? Holy shit, Stacie! You're a girlfriend?"
"I know! Stop! It's fucking weird, okay? Like, we're having sex with just each other, and I don't really feel like I need to have sex with anyone else. I mean, occasionally, he lets me fool around with other guys and girls, which is cool, but we're pretty much only with each other." Beca could hear Stacie's blushing through the phone. "What happened, Beca? Seriously, you and I were totally normal, fooling around with whoever we wanted, and now we're in relationships. It's fucking weird."
"Yeah, it is weird." Beca stared at her toes, chewing on her bottom lip.
"I mean, if Aubrey hadn't of suggested this dare, we wouldn't be here right now. You wouldn't have met Jesse, and I wouldn't have met Donald." Beca tensed, hoping like hell that he didn't hear Stacie talk about the dare.
"Yup. I wouldn't be sitting on a couch with the biggest nerd known to man…" She said, earning a pinch on her side by said nerd. She stuck her tongue out at him, and he winked at her. "Donald's a great guy, Stacie. I'm happy for you. I'm glad that you found someone else to fly the freak flag with, because you two are weirdly made for each other."
"And, you and Jesse are really great together, too. Are you excited? Only a few more days, Beca."
"Yeah…" She said, quietly. Excited wasn't the word she would use.
"Anyways, Donald and I fooled around last night, and he's here now. I'm probably going to make him go with me to get the morning after pill. I'll talk to you later."
"Right, talk to you soon. Love you."
"Love you, too." Stacie hung up, and Beca dropped the phone into her lap.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine. I mean, I can't believe how much of an idiot she is for thinking that you could use a Diva Cup to not get pregnant…"
"That isn't what's bothering you." He paused the movie and sat up, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"No, it's not. I'm just thinking about how different my life was three months ago. I mean, I was turning twenty-six and partying with my friends. I never would have thought that three months from then, I would be in a relationship and have to share my thoughts and feelings with another person if I didn't want to."
"Well, you don't have to share them with me if you don't want to, but it certainly makes being in a relationship easier." She gave him a look that said bite me.
"Anyways, then I met you, and you wouldn't take no for an answer, and I just got off the phone with Stacie, and she's in a relationship. Stacie was a bigger slut that I was, and she's in a relationship. It's just…it's weird, you know?"
"I know." He nodded his head, resting his chin on her shoulder, just letting her talk. It was moments like this, that Beca appreciated him—appreciated what being in a relationship meant. Jesse was there to be her sounding board—she could talk, and he could listen. She fought that for so long in their relationship. They'd been through a lot in their three months together, and most of their fighting had been because she wouldn't open up to him. She had changed so much over this experiment. She had always thought that the girls and her sister were a fluke, but they weren't. She just had to have faith that she could let people in, and she wouldn't have known that if it weren't for Jesse and this stupid dare that Aubrey had forced her into.
At the same time, Beca didn't know what came next. This dare had been the only reason why she and Jesse wound up in this position right now. When it was over, in only a few more days, she would be left with the "what now" feeling. Did she tell him about the dare? Did she tell him that she was with him in the beginning because Aubrey dared her to not have sex with someone? Did they stay together? Without the milestones of a dare, what was she supposed to do? She had no idea how one was supposed to move forward in a relationship. Did she even want to move forward? Moving forward meant, maybe, one day, living together or marriage or babies. Did she want any of that? Did she want to spend the rest of her life relying on another person? Did she want to have kids? Did she want to get married? Did she want that? She never wanted it before this dare, and now, she was expected to know or understand or decide what it was that she wanted. The end of the dare was way more complicated and harder to deal with than figuring out ways to not have sex with Jesse. The end of the dare meant that she had to decide where this was going to go, because there wasn't a rule book to follow anymore. This was all her. It was scary as fuck.
"I can hear the wheels turning in your head. Do you want to talk?"
"No. I don't want to talk. I want to forget." She said, turning, pressing herself against him. She kissed him hard, tangling her hands into his hair. His hands fell on her hips, and he kissed her back. After a few minutes, air became a problem, and she broke the kiss to suck in a deep breath. When she was finished, she tried to move back in, to kiss him again, but he pulled his head away. He studied her face, laying a hand on her cheek. "You said I didn't have to talk if I don't want to."
"I know." He gave her a soft smile. "I think you want to talk, but you're scared." She looked away, feeling the tears burn in her eyes.
"I just don't know what I'm doing, Jesse! I don't know what's supposed to come next. I don't know where we go from here. We've been dating for three months, and I'm even more confused now than I have ever been. Like, is this the time when I have to decide what I want with the fucking future? For as long as I can remember, my sole focus in life was to become a music producer and now…"
"And now?"
"Now there's you. Like, now I have to figure out what it is that I want out of being in a relationship. Like, I can't keep dragging you along if I have no plans to do those milestones that normal girls are constantly talking about." He furrowed his brow in confusion.
"Like what?"
"Like, most little girls have had their weddings planned since they were toddlers or whatever. I never had plans to get married, and now I'm in a relationship with you. If we keep dating, then when am I supposed to figure out whether or not I've changed my mind about that?"
"Beca…"
"Look, now I'm being one of those annoying girls doing the 'where is this going' conversation, and fuck, this isn't me, Jesse. I never wanted to be in this position, and now I am, and I'm freaking out."
"Okay, calm down. Look, it's only been three months. You don't have to decide that you want to marry me today. Let's not worry about marriage and babies and any of that until we've had sex or said the dreaded l-word first." She buried her face into her hands. Fucking Aubrey and her stupid dare. "You okay?" She shook her head. "C'mere." He wrapped her in his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Speaking of three months, Tuesday is three months since our first date, so I think that you should come over and I'll make you an awesome dinner and pamper you and worship your body in the most delicious ways. What do you say to that?" She shrugged, making him chuckle against her hair. "Beca, you don't have to figure out anything right now. I'm just happy that you're letting me be a part of your life. Whether or not we do those stupid relationship milestones or not doesn't matter to me. Like I told you the day we had our first movication day, we're figuring out who Beca-and-Jesse are together. We could be the couple that is just together for fifty years but never get married or have kids or anything like that. Or, we could be sometime completely different. I'm just looking forward to figuring out what we are with you, okay?"
"Okay." She whispered against his neck. She pulled back to give him a sad smile. "Thank you."
"There's nothing to thank me for. I'm just being honest, babe. Just being with you is all that matters to me." He kissed her gently, pulling back with a wide smile. "We just had a deep, relationship conversation, and we weren't naked!" She laughed, shaking her head. "I think that means that we're growing as a couple, Becs."
"You're such a nerd." She muttered, laying her head on his shoulder.
"So, um, do you still want to fool around?" He asked after a few minutes.
"Actually, can we just sit here, together, you know?"
"Yeah," he said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "We can do that."
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Beca blew out a breath, pulling on the hem of her black dress. She didn't let the girls spruce her up tonight. In fact, she even lied to them and said that she had a deadline, so she would be busy mixing all night, and that she and Jesse were doing their date night another night. She was dressed in her usual style, except with a little black dress and a pair of bejeweled flip flops (shut up!). Her hair was in loose waves, the highlights making it really stand out. She made her eyes especially smoky, pairing it with a nude lip with a slight gloss. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. She was beyond nervous. Tonight was the night that they were going to have sex. She was ready. She could do this.
She raised her hand, gently rapping her knuckles on the wood. The door swung open moments later, and there was Jesse, dressed in a pair of khakis and a blue button up shirt. He looked handsome, but comfortable, kind of what she was shooting for. After all, they were just going to be hanging out in his apartment for the night anyways. "Wow. You look…wow." She blushed, chewing on her bottom lip. He leaned forward, kissing her gently. She leaned into the kiss, trying to soothe her nerves. They broke the kiss, and he stepped back, letting her into his apartment. Her eyes widened as she took in all of the candles that were set up throughout his apartment, the elaborate setup on the table, and the soft music coming from his speakers.
"Jesse…this is too much."
"Why? I think this is a pretty big deal, Becs. Three months ago, we had our very first date. I've got to spend the most amazing three months getting to know you, and seven weeks ago, you made me the happiest guy in the whole world, because you agreed to be my girlfriend." He took her hands in his, lifting them both up to plant kisses on both sets of knuckles. "I'm really happy, Beca, and I just want to show you how much you mean to me." She swallowed, because…what the hell was she supposed to say in response to that. Her stomach felt like it was twisting into knots. "So, let's eat. I made grilled sea bass and a cucumber and tomato salad. Oh, and I also made some mashed potatoes. I know that you'd probably have liked the garlic potatoes, but I figured I'd skip that for tonight. On the fancy occasions, we should skip the stinky breath food." She chuckled, biting her lip as she surveyed the table once again.
"It looks amazing, Jesse. Everything looks amazing." He pulled out her chair, and she rolled her eyes, allowing him to help her slide into the table. He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek before rushing into his own seat. He poured them both a glass of white wine, setting the bottle aside. He then lifted his wine glass and held it toward her.
"To the most beautiful girl in the whole world, to my muse, to my beautiful Beca, on the anniversary of our first date." She flushed bright red, she was sure, looking away to rub at the tip of her nose with her finger. "It's been awhile since I've seen that." He said softly. "C'mon…toast me." She turned back, reaching for her glass. She raised it, tapping the rim against his.
"To you, Jesse, the only man who I've really let in." She said quietly—mumbled really—but he heard her, and he shifted in his seat to kiss her, interrupting their toast. She let him kiss her, and she tried her best to ignore the twisting in her gut and clamminess of her palms. She was sure she was going to drop the glass of wine. Wait! That was it! She needed some liquid courage. She pulled out of the kiss and immediately brought the glass to her lips, taking a rather large sip. A couple of pearls of the wine leaked out of her lips and down her chin.
"You've missed some." He said quietly before swiping his tongue along her skin to capture the rogue wine drops. She sighed, setting the wine down to lay both hands on his cheeks and to pull his lips more firmly against hers. They kissed for a long while, gentle kisses that didn't go to deep, but still left her breathless when he finally pulled away. "Let's eat. There's something I want to show you after dinner."
"It better not be a movie." Beca complained as she reached for her utensils. The two of them ate in a companionable silence, occasionally breaking it for her to tell Jesse how wonderful everything tasted, or for him to tell her how beautiful he thought she looked that night. The few times she tried to find out what his surprise was, he'd immediately change the subject. Usually, he would do so by pressing a kiss to her lips and tell her that her sister had been texting him about her latest 'boyfriend.' It made her stomach churn even more aggressively whenever he said that, because Georgie was so close to him, and they'd only known each other for barely a week.
At the end of the meal, he gathered up the plates, insisting that she go sit on the couch and let him clear the table. She did so with pout, watching as he quickly cleared the table and put everything into the dishwasher or the sink to soak in soapy water. "I'll finish up later." He told her as he brought her another glass of wine. She took it from him, sipping it as she watched him walk over to the stereo. "So, I wrote something…I wrote it for you." She swallowed the gulp of wine when she wasn't ready, and it burned on its way down and hurt her throat. She smiled at him, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
"You wrote something for me?"
"Yeah, I really hope you like it." He sat down at his piano, poising his fingers over the keys. He began playing the song, and she let out a breath as she listened to the hauntingly beautiful piece. It sent chills up and down her spine. She moved closer to him, running her hand over his shoulders. She watched his hands move, and she bit her lip, because she always found his playing music in front of her, especially his music, to be beyond sexy. The music began to pick up, becoming a little more frantic, but still soft and soothing and peaceful. She hummed softly to herself, showing him her appreciation by running her fingers through his hair. He finished the last few notes of the song, before turning and standing up. His arms slid around her waist, and hers were still tangled in his hair. She had to stand up on her toes to keep them there comfortably. "What did you think?" He whispered as he moved his face closer to hers.
"It was so beautiful, Jesse." She whispered back, her lips ghosting over his as she spoke. He kissed her lightly, their lips barely touching, as his hands roamed up the back of her dress until they reached her shoulder blades, where the thin straps of her dress laid. "What's it called?" She asked as her eyes fell closed when he kissed down her jaw to suck on the sensitive place behind her ear. He mumbled into her neck, biting down on cord of muscle, making her moan slightly. "Sorry…missed that." She winced at the way breathy she sounded, and the way the 'at' of 'that' came out an octave higher than she usually spoke.
"I said, it's called A Love Story." He said, pulling away from her neck to study her expression. Her eyes remained closed for a moment, and she tried to still her breathing. She hoped that it just resembled that of someone who was totally turned on, because she was, but she was also kind of freaking out. She licked her bottom lip, taking a shuddering breath, as she opened her eyes. He was studying her face, looking for any sign of hesitance. She didn't say anything, because he didn't actually say the words, so she had no reason to freak out, right? He just called it that, because they were in a relationship, and most relationships were about seeing if a couple could fall in love, right? It didn't mean that he loved her. It was too soon, right?
"That's a nice name." She said before closing the distance between them. It was easier to deal with shit by getting physical rather than talking. His hands pressed more firmly into her back, and she felt his tongue at the seam of her lips. She opened her mouth to his, and his tongue was soon tangled with hers. She moaned into the kiss, scraping her nails down the back of his neck, yanking on the collar of his button up. His hands dropped down her back to wrap one arm around her waist, and the other hand cupped one of her thighs, raising it to rest on his hips. She followed his lead, allowing him to lift her up, wrapping both arms around his waist.
Jesse stumbled backwards until his back fell into the wall, and a framed photograph dislodged from the wall, crashing to the ground. Beca's flip flops were dangling from her feet, uncomfortably twisted around her toes, because her legs were wrapped around his waist. She unwound her legs enough to let the shoes fall from her feet before wrapping them around him once more. She pressed her body firmly against his, feeling his heart pounding within his chest. Eventually, air became a problem, so she broke the kiss to suck in a few much needed breaths. He ran his fingers along her cheeks and through her hair before pulling her lips back to his.
She moaned into the kiss, gripping his shoulders to keep herself secure in his arms. After a few minutes, she pulled away, unraveling herself form his body. She slid off of his frame, taking a step back from him. She grabbed him by the hand and guided him to the ladder that led to his lofted bed. She climbed it, all the while pulling him by the hand. They immediately found each other again at the base of his bed. Her fingers were unbuttoning his shirt, while his were pulling the straps off of her shoulders to press kisses to the skin there. When his shirt was unbuttoned and yanked from where it was tucked inside of his pants, she pushed him away to pull it down his arms. He helped her, and she ran her fingers over the bare skin of his chest, the light dusting of chest hair course beneath her hands. She glanced up, seeing that his eyes were closed as she felt his body. This was nothing they hadn't done before, but this time it was different from all the others that came before. It was if they were touching each other for the first time, and it was probably because she knew that they were going to be having sex. She could tell that he was hoping that was where they were going to go, too.
She reached for his belt, and, after it was removed, then she began to unbutton and unzip his pants. She began tugging them down his hips, exposing the white boxer briefs that were barely containing his erection. She could see the faint dark stain from where he was leaking precum against the fabric. She lick her lips, tugging harder at the pants, and he helped her, pulling away to kick off his shoes and pull his socks and pants off of his hips. He sat on the bed, pulling her by the hips so that she was settled onto his lap, his lips immediately finding hers. She ground her aroused center over his dick, making them both moan into the kiss.
Jesse's hands tugged at the straps of Beca's dress, pulling them as far down her arms as they could go, before grunting in frustration when he had to beak the kiss in order to pull down the zipper on the back of the dress, to free her from its trappings. As the fabric gave way, he used his other hand to grab at the front of the dress, pulling it down until it was settled around her hips, leaving her bare chest in front of him. His mouth found a nipple, and she moaned, arching her back to give him better access. All the while, she ground her hips against his, simulating the very act she wanted to be doing right this moment. He growled against her chest, one hand tangling into her hair, gathering it up into his fist. The other, wrapped around her waist, pulling her more firmly against her as he rocked his hips against hers. She could feel the dampness seeping through her lace boy shorts against his clothed erection, and the friction was causing the most delicious things to happen to her. Her head fell back, and she dug her nails into his shoulders. The combination of their rocking hips and his mouth on her chest, biting and sucking at one nipple before switching to the other, was raising her towards a precipice.
"Oh, God," she moaned loudly as she nearly reached the peak, before he stilled their bodies, making her groan in frustration. He flipped them so that her back was against the bed, her hips near the edge. He knelt on the floor in front of her, reaching up to tug the dress from where it was balled up around her hips down her legs. He then proceeded to kiss up and down her legs—going nowhere near where she wanted him to. Finally, his mouth settled over the dampened fabric between her legs, and she sighed loudly as his tongue stroked over her swollen and damp folds through her panties. Finally, he slid his tongue up, flicking at her clit. Fuck, her underwear had to go now. She reached down, clawing at the lace that was covering her nether regions, and he sat back, helping her to remove them. His mouth immediately settled back between her legs once more, his mouth suckling her center in the most amazing ways. She cried out, rocking her hips against his mouth as he moved from place to place, never settling in one area for long. She moaned from a place so deep within her, she wasn't sure where it came from, when his tongue dipped inside of her once, twice, three times, before she exploded in one of the most amazing orgasms she had ever felt. She kept panting and moaning beneath him, her legs a quivering mess from where they were draped over his shoulders, and he kept kissing and tonguing her before settling his mouth over her clit. He sucked hard, and she began flopping on the bed like a fish, her mouth open in a silent scream. He had to hold her down by the waist with one arm, while the other dug his nails into her thigh as he held her open to him.
The first orgasm hadn't even finished before she tumbled over the edge once more. Her poor center was spasming, grasping at the air, and she never wanted to have him fill her more than in that moment. The orgasm didn't seem to stop, either, because he kept alternating between sucking at her clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, or painting long swipes from top to bottom of her folds before grinding it flat against her clit. All of it was so intense, and she kept moaning. Eventually, she tumbled into yet another orgasm, and she thought she might throw up over how intense the pleasure was. He pulled his mouth from her center after a few moments, kissing his way up her body before stopping at her breasts. He slid three fingers inside of her, and she cried out loudly, jerking her hips against him. "That's it, baby…" He whispered against her chest, sliding the fingers in and out of her, stroking the pads on her inner wall to stimulate her g-spot while his thumb pressed hard against her clit. She couldn't contain the tears that were spilling out of her eyes, and she pressed her head back into the pillow as she sobbed out moan after moan. Her body felt like it was going to combust, and it looked like he had no plans to stop anytime soon. She felt how rock-hard he was against her.
"Jesse," Beca cried out, reaching her hand between their bodies to still Jesse's hand. Her other hand guided his face to hers, and they began kissing hard, all the while with his fingers still buried within her. She needed all of him. She broke the kiss, staring into his eyes. They stayed like that for some time, just staring at each other while she caught her breath and her body relaxed from the three consecutive orgasms that blurred into one monumental explosion of pleasure.
"Beca, I—"
"Condom. Get a condom." She said, not letting him finish his sentence. He pulled his fingers from her body, making her whimper at the pleasure and disappointment. He slid his hand inside of his boxers to stroke his fingers over his erection a few times before he moved away to reach for the end table. He pulled the drawer open, grabbing a condom as he kneeled between her legs. He held the packet up in front of her, and her hands immediately went to his underwear. She pulled the fabric down and sat up enough to take him inside of her mouth. He groaned, his hands going into her hair. She felt the packet pressed against her skull as he gently thrust in and out of her mouth. Eventually, she wanted more—she wanted him inside of her so badly—so she pulled her mouth away, reaching for the condom packet in his hand. She tore it open and carefully slid it over his erection, stroking her hand over it a few times to make sure that it was on completely. "I need you now." She told him, and he slid down her body, his mouth finding hers once more. She wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning into the kiss when she felt him grind himself against her, the tip of his dick nudging against her clit. She broke the kiss and opened her mouth to tell him that he better get on with it when he was suddenly thrust inside of her.
All of the air rushed out of her mouth, and she arched her hips into him, letting him settle even deeper within her. She moaned when he ground his hips against hers, his pelvis rubbing her clit in the most amazing way. He slowly slid out of her before thrusting hard and fast back inside of her. He kept up the rhythm, fast and hard in, slow and teasing on the way out until he was nearly out of her body. Over and over, their hips met, and she felt like she was going to explode into a pile of nothing but nerve-endings beneath him. She heard herself whimpering and panting, felt his groans and puffs of hot breath against her neck. Her eyes clamped shut, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, arching her body into his, enjoying the feeling of the two of them becoming one.
Over and over, Jesse and Beca thrust against each other, until he began to slow down into a torturous rhythm that had her sobbing with pleasure. She opened her eyes, taking in the sight of his beautiful face, reddened and slightly sweaty, watching her every move. She bit her lip, her eyes locked with his as he began to move faster, reaching between them to stroke his fingers over her clit. She cried out, wanting to shut her eyes, but she couldn't. They were trapped with his, and she kept rocking her hips against his fingers and hips. She felt herself building towards an amazing orgasm, and then suddenly, it was there. She released another silent scream, letting her head fall back onto the pillow, eyes closed, as the orgasm hit her, and she felt him jerk against her, his hips thrusting erratically against her before he groaned and collapsed on top of her.
They were a mass of sweaty limbs and kisses and heavy pants, and every inch of her felt like it was twitching and tingling. Yes, this was what she had been waiting for. They had sex, and it was amazing and perfect and beyond mind-blowing. She knew that it wouldn't always be this awesome, but this was how their first time together was supposed to be. She felt him press kisses all over her face, finally settling on her lips. She dug her nails into his back, kissing him back with as much fervor. Finally, he broke the kiss, pushing some hair off of her sweaty forehead. "Let me get rid of the condom," he whispered, kissing her lightly once more. She unwound her arms and legs from his body, and she moaned when he pulled his gradually softening penis. He stood up, walking towards the bathroom. A few moments later, she heard the sound of the water running, and she rolled over, blinking tiredly as she pulled the blankets over her body and snuggled into his pillow. She heard the water turn off, and the door opened. The bed dipped as she felt him climb into it beside her.
She couldn't open her eyes, and she felt him wrap his arms around her frame, pulling her against his chest to plant kisses to her shoulder and neck. "Beca," he said softly. She wanted to say something, but she was so tired, so she hummed slightly in her sleep. "Babe, you awake?" She felt the sleep pulling her under. "Guess not," he chuckled, pressing another kiss to her bare shoulder. "Sleep well, angel. I love you." He whispered softly against her skin. Her eyes flew open, and she did her best not to become rigid and alert him to the fact that she was wide awake now. Did he just say that he loved her?
Author's Note: AHHHH! What do you think of this chapter? They finally did it! Woohoo! Plus, Jesse said that he loved Beca. And, she pretended to not hear. What do you think will happen in the next chapter? Also, whoa...this was smut-central.