Because most of you liked the French and some of you didn't, I'll make a few changes without taking the language out completely. Mostly because I like having it in there and because I'm going somewhere with it. The changes will be: when she says something French, she will repeat it in English. And it won't be often, I'll cut down on usage. By the way, for those of you who speak a little French and recognize some of the words I use, keep in mind: I'm using phrases. They're not always literal.
Jesse turned off the movie as the credits rolled. Beca liked the movie more than she expected to. It may have had something to do with whoever played Jake, but it may also have been the music. Surprisingly, she had found the music more moving than many parts of the film itself. The alien language was guttural and sensual, the music was extremely beautiful. All in all, it was definitely not wasted time, especially when Jesse played with her hair and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
"Did you like it?" Jesse asked her.
"Surprisingly," She stretched, "yes."
He looked taken aback. "You didn't think it was too long?"
"Surprisingly no." She smiled at his stupid expression.
He glanced at the clock. "It's 10:10, make a wish!" Then gave her the goofiest grin she'd ever seen on a human being.
"Hmm," She said thoughtfully. She reached her hands behind her head and under a pillow, Jesse was over her and got a very good view when her breasts strained against her shirt. Noticing his distracted expression, Beca took the opportunity to pull the pillow out from underneath her head and whack him in the face with it. "No peaking." She teased.
Jesse began tickling her, and unfortunately, Beca was incredibly ticklish. She squirmed and gasped and kicked and squealed, but Jesse proved impossible to escape. Eventually she began hitting him with the pillow until he gave in. They both sat back and caught their breaths, giggling at each other's attempted grumpy-faces. Neither succeeded.
When Beca's lungs had regained their normal pace, she walked over to Jesse's stereo. She kept a few of her favorite CDs here so they could listen to her music. She looked through, selected one that made her smile mischievously, and stuck it in the player. She skipped to track six and pressed play.
You've been on my mind. I grow fonder every day,
Lose myself in time just thinking of your face
God only knows why it's taken me so long
To let my doubts go. You're the only one that I want.
Jesse laughed as Beca began a slow dance along with the beat. She mouthed the words at him and swayed her hips enticingly until the chorus came around and she sang along with Adele.
"Dare you to let me be! Your, your one and only!" She sang to him. "Promise I'm worthy to hold in your arms." Adele went on without her and she walked over to Jesse.
"Voulez-vous danser avec moi?" She purred. "Do you want to dance with me?"
Jesse gulped, "Uhh, yeah." He ran his hand along her waist and pulled in close to her. Her arms snaked around his neck and hung securely. She mouthed the words to him as they danced. They were simply swaying back and forth, so Jesse took things into his own hands. He grasped her right hand with his and spun her slowly, making sure she realized what he was doing. Her face looked nervous, but she went with it.
Jesse brought their hands together, pushing their bodies apart. Then pulled their hands out wide and brought them chest to chest. Beca was spun out and back in, her arms crossed over each other and her back pressed against his chest. He placed a kiss to her neck as the song ended.
"I like this position." She whispered. Jesse laughed again and went to turn off the music. "I didn't know you could dance."
"There's much to learn, young padawan." He said, bowing to her.
"Shut up, nerd." She threw a pillow at him again and turned away in mock-embarrassment. When she turned back toward him, he was there. How he had moved so quietly, Beca didn't know. She didn't care to figure it out, however. He had a predatory look in his eyes. His hand twined in her hair and his lips landed on hers in a surprisingly soft kiss. Of course, it didn't stay gentle. The intensity literally pushed them backwards until they were kneeling on Jesse's bed. Beca lay on her back and Jesse followed her.
Beca was actually quite surprised. Jesse was normally quite tentative when it came to new territory. She would have expected him to stop and ask her if she was okay by now, but he seemed quite confident now. Beca went with it; she was not going to complain when it was such a turn on. Her stomach felt like it had been set to vibrate. Her heart pounded steadily in her fingers and her throat.
When Jesse pulled back to pepper kisses down her throat, it gave her a moment to breathe and realize what position they were in. Beca was reclining on the fuckton of pillows Jesse kept on his bed, and he was between her legs. His weight was on his hands, but he was low enough to rub against her provocatively. She groaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to bring him closer. Her hands landed on the small of his back and inched under his shirt, slowly lifting it up. Eventually he sat up and tore it off himself. Her pout was erased by another searing kiss.
Beca's fingers traced the ridges of muscles in his arms and the planes of his stomach. He shivered under the wake of her fingers, and began an attack of his own. After a brief look for permission, he slowly removed her shirt. His eyes were lustful as he looked at her breasts clad in white cloth and black lace. He scooted backward on his bed—which was, thankfully, quite large—and began mouthing from the edge of her pants to the bottom of her bra.
Again, he suckled on her fair flesh, and the red marks blossomed across her stomach. Beca whimpered and ran her fingers through his hair. He looked up at her and chuckled at her needy expression. His tongue ran in patterns upwards once again, avoiding her breasts, to her clavicle. She caught a glance of his evil smile before he attacked the sensitive part of her collarbone. Her back arched and she grabbed his mouth, pulling him into a kiss. His tongue delved in to tease the inside of her bottom lip before pulling away. He hovered over her breasts, asking for permission. Beca nodded and guided his hands to the clasp, which was in the front.
"It's in the front? Jesus, these things are confusing enough as it is. Now you're changing them?" He muttered. Beca giggled quietly at his frustration. He seemed to have little trouble, and soon his hands were on her supple flesh.
She hissed as his fingers came in contact with her nipples. She was sensitive, but his fingers were just a little cold, which was oddly amazing. She arched up into his hands and gasped as his cool keen digits made circles that gave her goose bumps. He rolled her nipples a few times, pinching once which caused an actual yelp to escape her.
"Tu me rends humide." She gasped. "You're making me wet."
"That's the idea." His voice rumbled.
This was such a shock that Beca's head dropped back onto the pillows. A mouth joined his fingers and the clash of warm and cold was fantastic. He rubbed and nibbled in all the right places at all the right times. One of his hands traveled down to her hips where he gripped hard enough to leave bruises. Her breathy moans are embarrassing at this point, but she doesn't care to stop. She's too far gone to even think of stopping. Then the decision is taken out of her hands. Jesse stops for her.
She looks up in protest, only to see him lurking at the top of her pants. His eyes search hers for any doubt or desire to stop, both hands skimming along the hem. Beca breathes hard, attempting to articulate her want—her need—to continue. Her need for relief.
"Jesse." She whines, fingers going for the buttons at the top of her jeans. He bats her hands away, opening them himself. He tugs them down over her hips and tosses them over the side of the bed. His hands slowly slide up her legs, spread wide, and back to her hips. His mouth floated above her panty line, she could feel his hot breath on her thighs. The anticipation was tangible as he paused there for a tense second. Then he had the nerve to come back up to her torso. He rained kisses on her nipples and swiped his tongue over the sweet spot on her neck. Beca, however, decided that's not what she wanted. She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back down.
He chuckled and removed her black underwear, tossing it away along with her other clothes. He kissed her thighs and avoided where she wanted him. She was squirming, practically eroding his bed away, so he held her hips still. He finally licked from bottom to top of her slit, and she released a gust she hadn't realized she was holding back. She grabbed onto his hair and moaned openly. He chuckled or groaned as well, because she could feel the vibrations pierce through her.
His tongue entered her and she began rocking subtly with his movements. A smouldering began to grow in her lower stomach. He sucked on her sensitive flesh and the groans he made told her he was having fun too. His tongue flicked across her clit once and she whimpered and tugged his hair sharply. He mouth was way too talented to be legal. It wasn't possible.
His lips latched onto her clit and suctioned softly, and his fingers were brought into play. They rubbed along her lips, teasing her. The smouldering was fanned into a flame. His long digits entered her slowly, twisting ever so slightly. Beca's mouth opened to elicit a scream that she couldn't let go of. Jesse pulled back, teasing her. His fingers thrusted shallowly, his breath ghosted over her clit. Beca grunted in frustration.
Suddenly Jesse's fingers slid all the way inside her, his palm lay down and cupped her. The heel of his hand stimulated her clit and he leaned upwards as he thrusted them deep and hard into her. She grabbed his forearm, fingers digging in as she rode his hand. Just as she started to lift off the bed, he slowed and returned to his position between her legs. This time his fingers crooked inside her. Spots exploded in front of her eyes, he sucked her clit and tongued it so savagely she thought she might die.
She grabbed his hair in a death grip as pure pleasure washed through her. Bright spots burst out across her vision, sweat beaded on her skin. All of her muscles clenched and unclenched repeatedly. She felt hot and cold as tremors and heat flashes raced through her body. She cried out his name as she pulsed against him, her fingers practically glued to his scalp, then collapsed.
She lay back against his pillows, afraid she might never get her breath back. She could barely raise her hand to beckon him towards her. When he finally got the message, he appeared quickly, and almost sheepishly.
"Wow." Beca eventually managed. "That was… wow." She was thoroughly exhausted, but she managed to pull his mouth down to hers. Bless that mouth. She could taste herself on his lips, and it gave her some energy back. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked at him fiercely. "How the—where the—oh my god! Why have you kept that ability from me?!" She cried, a little disgruntled.
He rumpled his hair, something he did often when he was nervous or shy. "I wanted to wait until you were comfortable before things moved to the next level. I didn't want you to feel pressured."
Beca smiled despite herself. He was so adorable to have thought of her that way. "Well, the wait was well, well worth it. Believe me." She scooted closer to him. "Shall I return the favor?" She asked imperially, reaching for his fly.
"No," he stopped her. "No, tonight was about you. Not that I wouldn't enjoy it, I would. Maybe some other time."
Beca smirked but conceded. They snuggled together, Jesse pulling the blankets up over their bodies. Beca appreciated that, her exposed skin was chilly now. Jesse was singing softly, Beca could barely make out the words.
"Borrow the moonlight until it is through. And know I'll be here holding you, as long you mine."
The note faded away and Beca struggled against how much she liked it when he sang to her. His voice was beautiful, but the things he said meant more to her than she cared to admit. "Quand il me prend dans les bras, il me parle tout bas, je vois la vie en rose." She whispered. "When he takes me in his arms and speaks to me softly, I see the world through rose-colored glass.
A/N: Songs used were One and Only by Adele and As Long As You're Mine from Wicked.