When she first meets him, she has no idea that he could be this way. If she had, she wouldn't have waited all freshman year to kiss him.
She learns he's passionate because of the way he loves music and movies. He's one of the first people in her life that finally seems to understand her love for music, how it's the only thing that ever makes sense to her. People and emotions are confusing, but music she gets.
He learns that she's passionate too, about music, and about the people she cares about. And with this passion, they both have the tendency to overreact. Thankfully, not at the same time. He's not sure the world can handle that kind of fire just yet. When one of them starts to fly off the handle, the other is there to keep the balance in check.
That is, until the night of the semi-finals their sophomore year.
The Trebles are first to perform, and as she watches him from the side of the stage, it takes all of her self-control not to jump him while he's singing. He keeps shooting her smoldering gazes, knowing full well what his singing does to her.
The guys finish their set and move to take their seats in the audience. She unfastens one more button on her blouse before blowing on the pitch pipe, and the Bellas begin to sing. Their number is sexy, complete with very hot dance moves, and she works it as hard as she can on stage, her eyes never breaking contact with his the entire time.
She's always sexy to him, but he can barely control himself when she saunters past him to take her seat a few rows back.
The tension between them continues on the bus ride home. They now travel together on the Trebles bus, being that Beca and Jesse are the leaders. They try to play it cool, but they don't stop teasing each other during the long drive. She keeps bending down giving him a full view of her cleavage, and he keeps singing along softly to the music on the radio while giving her knowing glances. By the time they reach Barden, they're both so hard up they barely make it back to her dorm room before they practically attack each other.
We got the afternoon
You got this room for two
One thing I've left to do
Discover me, discoverin' you
He pushes her against the wall roughly, his lips attaching to hers as their tongues tangle in a battle for dominance. His fingers nimbly work the buttons of her blouse, sliding it down her arms and tossing it on the floor behind her. His blazer is already off, his tie follows, and then she's working on his jeans. She reaches to unclasp her bra, but he grabs her by the wrist, stopping her. He leans his forehead against hers, trying to catch his breath.
"Let's slow this down a bit," he whispers huskily into her ear.
One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue
They're both clad only in their underwear as he walks her over to the bed. He lies down, pulling her on top of him as he kisses her again, with the same amount of passion as before, only now he takes his time. He rolls them over, his body covering hers and she grinds her hips into his. He moves his hands, holding her still. "Shhh," he soothes, beginning to lightly kiss her neck.
And if you want love
Then make it
Swim in a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while
Usually, she's the one in control. She's always been the dominant personality, and he's ok with that. Her take-charge, hold no prisoners attitude is one of the many things that attracted him to her in the first place, and he's a go-with-the-flow kind of guy. But not now, this afternoon he's in charge. He pins her to the mattress, holding her wrists with his hands. "Don't move," he breathes into her ear seductively, and she shudders in anticipation.
He takes his time, kissing every inch of her exposed skin, neglecting the places she wants him most which are still covered by her underwear. She's trying desperately to remain still, but she can't stop the reflexive twitch of her muscles under his lips. When he starts using his teeth to nip the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, she fists her hands in his hair and tugs, "Jesse," she moans.
He hooks his index fingers in the elastic of her panties and glides them down her legs, leaving her only in her bra. He bends to also remove his boxers before resuming his delicate assault on her senses.
Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder, I'll use my hands
Your body is a wonderland
He settles his mouth between her legs and the only thought she has is that if there were to ever be a Church of Jesse Swanson, she's going to look back on now and recall that this is the moment when it began. She throws her head back into the pillows, a breathy moan falling from her lips.
Yes, it's official, Jesse Swanson is a God, and she'll be the sole member of that church.
Something 'bout the way
The hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take
When crawlin' towards the pillowcase
He kisses his way back up her body, and she feels like even if she wanted to move, she couldn't.
You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it
His fingers and lips are skimming the soft skin around the edge of her bra, but he makes no motion to remove it. Her body is aching for him now, and she can feel how much he wants her. She fidgets beneath him, trying to show him what she wants.
You want love? We'll make it
Swim in a deep sea of blankets
Take all your big plans and break 'em
This is bound to be a while
"Patience, my love," he whispers into her neck as he presses painfully light kisses at the base of her throat. And suddenly, she can't take it anymore.
Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder, I'll use my hands
Your body is a wonderland
She grabs his face roughly, pulling his mouth to hers, and kisses him with all the pent up frustration of the past day poured into it. He tenses for a moment before fully giving into to her, their tongues tangling in the heat of the moment. She pushes him off her, rolling them on their sides before she kneels on the mattress and straddles his hips. She's pinning his wrists to the bed, and she knows if he wants he could easily move, but he's still, his eyes wide as he looks up at her.
Damn baby, you frustrate me
I know you're mine, all mine, all mine
But you look so good, it hurts sometimes
Never breaking eye contact with him, she slowly reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, letting it fall down her arms before removing and spiking it to the floor beside them.
"Much better," she says triumphantly, her eyes sparkling as she rotates her hips, eliciting a moan from him.
"God I love you," he breathes as she lowers herself onto him, and they move together in a dance that they have long since perfected.
Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder, I'll use my hands
Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonderland, oh no
And later, when they're lying there wrapped in each other, his face only inches from hers on the pillow, she laughs to herself when she thinks about the guys she was attracted to before she met Jesse. The aloof, tattooed Luke kind of guys that would've given her a one night stand and nothing more, the kind that wouldn't have taken the time to get to know the complex person she is, and the kind that wouldn't have been able to handle her passionate side.
She looks at her nerd, tucked into her bed, his eyes fluttering as he sleeps, and she smiles. She may not have been the one to notice him first, but she's so happy that he noticed her.
"I love you, weirdo," she whispers to him, and his mouth curves into a smile even in his sleep.
It's cheesy, and sappy, and so un-Beca-like, but she thinks for a moment that they must belong together, if only for the fact that they may be the only two people on the planet who can make the word "weirdo" a term of endearment.
When she first meets him, she has no idea that they could be this way together. If she had, she wouldn't have waited all freshman year to kiss him.
A/N: The song is Your Body Is a Wonderland by John Mayer. Although I love writing these, I will probably not be able to maintain this crazy fast updating pace much longer. I'll do my best to keep adding to the story, but my real life circumstances are about to change, making it more difficult for me to write. I'll explain in an upcoming chapter. I know this is a bit more sexy than usual, but the idea of Jesse and this song would not leave my brain.