This one is a little different from my other chapters so far. Firstly, I think it's more introspective. I kind of wanted to get a glimpse into Jade's insecurities about their relationship without the big jealousy factor. This was originally longer, but then the second part got a little out of hand and became it's own piece, so you'll probably be seeing that one sometime as well. Also, this initially started off due to my slight disappointment at the lack of Bade in iParty With Victorious and my huge disappointment at the fact they didn't have alone time in the jacuzzi. I know my other stories mostly follow with what we've been shown, but I just felt that had to be corrected :P

Thank you all so much for the positive feedback. I know I repeat myself but it really is wonderful.

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They find a bathroom of the second floor and go inside to get changed. Incidentally, there are a couple red robes hanging from the floor. She drops her bag on the floor and reaches under her shirt to unhook her bra.

"Really?" Beck asks, watching her as she twists herself to take her bra off and replace it with her bikini. "It's nothing I haven't seen before."

She turns around, smirking, "Yeah, well, I'd like to actually get to the Jacuzzi this time."

Beck's eyes widen, but his mouth forms a grin. "Fine..." he concedes, turning around to let her get changed.

Jade pulls down her pants and puts on her bikini bottoms, tying the little blue skirt around her hips. As soon as she's done she feels a pair of hands on her waist, his fingers massage her skin for a moment before he leans forward to press a kiss to her bare collarbone. She closes her eyes, smiling. But a moment later his touch is gone and when she opens his eyes he's holding out a red robe towards her.

They make their way towards the terrace and as they're going down the stairs they see a couple of guys walking up the other side. Jade breathes a sigh of relief that there's no one else around. She's really not in the mood to be around people tonight. If this wasn't Kenan Thompson's house she'd probably have convinced Beck to skip the party altogether.

The water is painfully hot for a second, before she gets used to it. Beck gets in next to her, leaning against the edge, his hand playfully fingering her sloppy bun.

"So how long until Sikowitz gives up trying to scare you?" She asks, turning to him.

Beck grins at the thought. "No idea... that man is all kinds of crazy."

"Your unflinching cool isn't exactly normal you know?" She raises an eyebrow at him.

"I think I've built up a tolerance since dating y-"

"Seriously?" She moves in the water, so she's in front of him. That last thing she wanted to hear was how difficult she was.

He rolls his eyes, before reaching out and slipping a finger under the knot of her skirt, pulling her towards him. "You know what I mean. Besides I like it. Means I'm your Yin."

"That makes no sense."

"I'm Yin, you're Yang. We fit together." He lets go of her and intertwines his own fingers to demonstrate.

"Oh my god, you're such a sap." She rolls her eyes for effect.

"You love me," he says, his voice full of certainty.

She turned to him, eyes suddenly serious, "Do you love me?"

He stares at her for a second, before smiling and grabbing her wrist pulling her closer to him.

"What?" she says, her voice on edge because he hasn't answered yet.

He kisses her, softly but firmly. His hands are cupping her face and she's almost surprised that they aren't elsewhere on her body. But it's not that kind of kiss.

It's the kind of kiss that makes her feel foolish that she's ever felt jealous. It's the kind of kiss that makes her heart swell and feel too big for her chest. It's the kind of kiss that makes her realize that maybe this one love can be bigger than all her hates combined.

She's not a romantic person. She likes dead flowers better than fresh ones. She thinks Valentine's Day is for stupid people. She's too impatient for slow dancing and she'd probably punch someone if they tried to propose to her in front of an audience. She thinks chocolates are terrible presents and if you gave her a teddy bear she would cut it up then probably stab you.

But these are her favourite kisses.

He breaks the kiss, but his face stays within an inch of hers. He's looking at her in the eye and her lips are tingling. He loves her, he loves her, he loves her. It's not news, it's not a surprise. She doesn't doubt it. But it's a warm blanket wrapped around her on a chilly night, meaning that at any moment it could slip off.

How the hell do they work? How the hell do they fit together? Yin and Yang, he says but surely at some point the fire will melt the ice, and the water will put out the flame. How does he love her when she spreads hate like a virus? How does she love him when his cool is actually careless? She won't admit it, not even to him, but she's afraid of the day that it ends. Afraid that it won't be a blonde in a mini skirt, that it'll simply be her and him, but no them. That she'll look at him one day and not feel like something somewhere went right. That he'll look at her one day and not see underneath the make-up and anger.

"Hey," He says, noticing that she had zoned off. He turns her so that she's in his lap, her back against his chest. He wraps his arms around her and puts his hands together, her hands between his. He kisses her neck, then her collarbone, before lifting his lips to her ear.

"You know I love you," he whispers.

Jade was silent for a minute, "I know."

He smiles against her skin. "Good."