A/N: Here's a little contribution to Smut Sunday... I hope you all enjoy.

Corinne, Thank you for giving me a much needed kick in "da fa tass" when I started dragging my feet with this chapter. I can always count on you to hold my feet to the fire. I pinkie promised you that I'd get this chapter out today and well... looks like I get to keep my pinkies for another week. xx

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Chapter 16
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Beca noticed that Jesse seemed to be pretty far away, locked in his own little world, on the ride home. He was intent on looking out of the window the entire ride, while he tapped his fingers to the beat of the music coming from the radio. While not banned, watching television and listening to the radio was discouraged at Passages to allow the individuals in the program the time and space to concentrate on themselves rather than focusing on news reports or the latest chart downloads. Despite Jesse only being away for six weeks, there had been a few songs coming from the speakers that he'd not heard before and he was enjoying the new music.

Beca was a little confused. Jesse had looked extremely happy as he'd approached her outside the rehab center and then, as he was about to get in the car, she watched as he shut down in front of her. She'd tried to make idle conversation as she drove but was starting to wonder if picking him up had been a bad idea. She was struggling to understand her own feelings and needed the only other person that was involved within those thoughts to be there for her to talk to and so far, he was painfully silent.

She had to poke his leg several times to get his attention. This was not normal. Sure, the circumstances weren't exactly what they were used to, after all it wasn't every day that he left rehab after being all but locked up for six weeks. The last time she reached over to poke his leg, he'd subconsciously covered her hand with his so she relaxed and let her fingers linger for a minute on his knee. It wasn't long before she was rubbing his leg and hoping that the gesture would calm him enough to let her in.

Jesse continued to stare out the window. He knew that Beca knew something was up and as always, she was right. Reaching down, he gripped her hand tightly in his and brought it to his lips. He kissed each knuckle hoping it was just enough to distract her from the fact that he was hiding something. Beca grinned back at him but the smile didn't quite reach her eyes as she touched the button on the dash to open the gates to her house.

When they arrived home Jesse could smell the makings of a traditional Sunday dinner as soon as he walked through the door. He continued to inhale, trying to figure out what Beca was making. It didn't take long to realize that she was cooking a pot roast, one of his favorite meals. He put his bag down and walked straight to the kitchen. Taking the lid off the slow cooker, Jesse waved his hand to waft the smell closer to his nasal passages.

"I hope you don't mind pot roast for dinner." Beca said as she placed her purse on the counter. It occurred to her she hadn't asked what he'd like, just hoped he'd be happy with his favorite.

Lowering the lid back down onto the pot, Jesse turned around and smiled. "It's perfect. Thank you. It smells delicious."

Beca smiled politely, feeling the uneasy tension sitting like a thin layer of sweat on them both. "It won't be ready for awhile. We can get you settled in the guest house and then hang out by the pool for a bit if you like."

"I'd like that."

The familiar sounds and smells of Beca's house were welcoming and Jesse felt better than he had in such a long time. His time in rehab had worked wonders for him but there'd been nothing like the feeling of walking through Beca's front door. It was the first place that he had ever really felt at home and if he hadn't been such a dick, it would still be his home.

He looked around the well appointed kitchen, taking in the shiny stainless steel appliances and the little whimsical touches such as the music note towels and treble clef cookbook holder. He spotted a new kitchen table and was about to comment on it when he quickly closed his mouth, remembering that Dale had used the glass top to cut a few lines at the second party that he and Casey had thrown. A wave of regret washed over him but Beca didn't seem to notice as she was pleasantly telling Jesse about a few of the acts she'd recently signed at Warner, She seemed unfazed by the changes but he wondered what else would be different if he was accepted back into her life.

While the main house wasn't his home anymore, the guest house was and it was more than adequate for him. It had everything he needed; a bed, shower, small kitchen and somewhere to store his things. Beca had sent him to rehab with a bunch of new clothes and shoes and he was beyond grateful. After being at rehab for a month, she'd sent him a new phone and iPod with a sweet handwritten note that said she was proud of him. He kept the note in his wallet at all times and looked at it often when no one was looking.

Jesse sat on one of the bar stools and they chatted while Beca sliced potatoes before putting the pot on the stove. It felt like no time had passed and as the conversation turned to laughter, Jesse finally began to relax and forget about his discovery that morning. He put it to the side in an effort to concentrate on moving forward. It felt, dare he think it, normal to be so close to the girl he loved. When Beca was finished with the food prep, she suggested that they head out to the back yard. Jesse got his bag and they walked out of the back door.

Blinking against the bright afternoon sun, Jesse was temporarily blinded; he'd lost his sunglasses many weeks before and had spent the last few weeks mostly indoors. He put his hand up to shield his eyes from the glare just as a vision of pink flesh entered into his eyeline.

"AMY!" Beca screeched causing Jesse to jump a foot in the air.

Amy waved casually from her spot on an overly large blow up chair, in the middle of Beca's pool. "Hello slut!"

Amy wasn't exactly known for her tact or subtlety. She had a key to Beca's house that was to be used for emergencies and when Beca was out of town, Amy would house sit. Beca really didn't mind her staying at the house especially after everything Jesse and his band of losers had done, she felt better knowing someone who respected her and her home was keeping an eye on the place. She didn't mind Amy making herself at home; but this… this was over the line.

Covering Jesse's eyes with one hand and her own eyes with the other, Beca asked "What are you doing here and where is your bathing suit?"

"You skinny dip in your pool so I thought it would be ok if I chunky dunk!" Amy explained as Jesse turned his back toward the pool.

"Gross!" Beca pointed at the nekkid male form in her pool. "And him?"

"Oh Bumper… well, he's uhh… you know… he's takin' care of business… down under." Amy explained as she wagged her eyebrows at Beca who almost gagged at the thought. For a fleeting moment, she sympathized with Aubrey.

"Amy… we're going back in the house. You have exactly thirty one seconds to get your nekkid ass out of my fucking pool."

"Well… I was getting fucked when you rudely interrupted."

"Thirty one seconds Amy." Beca said as she and Jesse walked back in the house. "Remind me to call the pool guy in the morning." She whispered as she elbowed Jesse in the ribs.

With eyes practically bulging out of his head, Jesse said, "With pleasure!"

"I'm sorry you had to see that."

Jesse laughed. "Not exactly the naked girl I wanted to see." He said with a smirk.

Beca laughed and smacked his arm, "Shut up jerk!" she said as she flopped down on the couch.

The two sat in companionable silence for a few minutes; it was nice and while Jesse's homecoming wasn't going exactly according to plan, it wasn't terrible either as they began to giggle about what just happened. There was still plenty of time to turn the day around, after all, they couldn't let Amy's little stunt ruin their day but at least they were laughing about it together.

When Amy barreled into the house six minutes later, she did so loudly and with inappropriate gusto. She had a way of making her presence known everywhere she went.

"Alright toothpick, why are you so angry?"

Beca stood up and folded her arms across her chest. "Amy, why are you here?"

"You said I was always welcome here." Amy breathed out, throwing her hands around for good measure.

"And you are, but you can't just show up unannounced when you know I wasn't going away this weekend." Beca told her. "So, I'll ask again, why are you here?"

"Well, I thought that was pretty obvious." She said pointing her thumb over her shoulder at Bumper who was surreptitiously trying to close the French doors and look cool while wrapped in Amy's illuminous pink towel.

Beca shook her head. "Amy, you know I don't mind you using the pool… to swim, but what you and Tailpipe were doing was inappropriate."

"Bumper. His name is Bumper."

"Tailpipe is more appropriate."

"Oh?" Amy asked, raising an eyebrow in Beca's direction.

"Yeah, he sure does blow out a lot of hot air."

"Really Beca?!" Amy asked.

"Well… I do blow..." Bumper mumbled. "... myself."

Amy, ignoring Bumper's quip, pointed to Jesse and said. "Well, he talks so much crap that it's hard to know whether to hand him a roll of toilet paper or a pack of breath mints!"

"Amy, that's really unfair." Beca said raising her voice slightly. "You hardly know Jesse."

"Well, I could say the same thing to you, Miss-Move-Him-In-After-Only-Six-Months!"

"Enough Amy! What I do with my life is up to me. Not you, not my Mom and Dad, not Lu-"

"-Does he know what he did to you? Does he know that you didn't see the light of day for weeks? Does he know that you stopped eating and that you were damn near skeletal? Does he know that you were slipping into depression? Does he know that Sawyer almost fired you due to your lack of commitment? Does he know how much it cost to fix this damn house after he trashed it? Does he-" Amy asked loudly.

"-That's enough Amy." Jesse said stepping in between the girls. "Enough!"

"Dude… are you stupid or looking to get killed? Just stay out of it." Bumper told Jesse.

"It's only enough when I say it's enough." Amy told him.

"Amy." Jesse said, calmly. "I understand that you're upset because I'm here and I'm feeling a lot of resentment and anger coming from you. If you need to, take a moment to think about how your words are affecting Beca right now, it would help to calm and neutralize the situation and then we can all begin again. I can sense stress levels in your voice and-"

"-Too bloody right. You can't go quoting all that rehab crap at me when-"

"-That's the thing Amy. You're angry at me." Jesse continued, interrupting Amy just as she had to him. "You have all these things you want to say and get off your chest-"

"-She does have a lovely chest." Bumper interjected, but quickly shut his mouth again when he realized that his feeble attempt at a joke hadn't been appreciated.

"... and they need to be aimed at me... the guy that ruined your best friends life." Jesse said, ignoring Bumper's comment and speaking directly to Amy. "You aren't mad at Beca so why don't you just speak to me and leave her out of it."

Amy blinked a few times before turning and addressing Beca. "Answer the questions Beca. Does he know?"

Beca couldn't even look at Amy. She was right. Her break-up with Jesse had been bad. If she was being honest, she thought breaking up with Ryan was hard but not having Jesse around was the worst time of her life and she never wanted to go through it again. She realized Amy was still talking when she looked over to Jesse who had cast his eyes towards the ceiling.

"You've got not no room to talk about Bumper when you're screwing around with this no good, rotten son of bitch who sent you into a tailspin and almost caused you to lose your job."

"He's been through a lot since we broke up and today is his first day home from rehab." Beca pointed out. "Do you really have to start bashing him?"

"Home?"

"Yeah… home!"

"That's just fucking awesome Beca!"

"Amy, you need to leave."

"Why? Because I just called both of you out on your shit? Well guess what Beca? If it smells like bullshit and it looks like bullshit, then it's bullshit! Putting sugar on it doesn't make it a fucking brownie!"

"Get out Amy! What I do in my home is up to me. I can water my potted plants, run around naked, go skinny dipping or cover myself in whipped cream if I damn well want to. It has absolutely nothing to do with anyone else."

"Don't make me call Luke and Aubrey!" Amy threatened as she pulled out her phone.

Beca gritted her teeth. "Keep them out of this!" She yelled. "GET OUT!"

"FINE! I'll get out but just know that I'll be by on Monday morning to pick up what's left after Mr. Fuck'em-And-Leave'em breaks your heart again." Amy said before she signaled to Bumper that it was time to go and headed straight out of the kitchen without a single word. The resounding bang echoed through the house as she slammed the front door.

"Well…" Beca said turning to Jesse. "Welcome home."

"Come here." Jesse said, holding out his hand towards Beca. She hesitated for a second before allowing herself to be pulled into one of Jesse's hugs. She immediately felt the anger dissipate. He kissed the top of her head. "So, skinny dipping… huh?"

"Is that all you took from what just happened?"

Jesse laughed. "Well…"

"You're a pig!" Beca said as she tried pushing away from him.

Jesse squeezed her a little tighter and could once again feel the tension leave her body. He liked this, no take that back, he loved this. He loved holding her and he'd missed it so much over the last few months. He made a silent vow to himself to do anything and everything possible to earn back her trust.

Beca was really enjoying the fact that they were just standing there in silence. It felt good, he felt good. She was listening to the rhythm of his heart and wishing that the moment wasn't so fleeting.

"Hey, why don't we go sit out by the pool?"

Beca lifted her head from Jesse's chest so she could look him in the eye. "You wanna sit out there knowing what Amy and Dashboard were just doing in the water?"

"We don't have to go outside. I was just thinking that it might help you relax if you got some fresh air. I could give you a shoulder massage in the hot tub."

"The hot tub does sound nice."

"Good." Jesse said patting her butt. "Go get your suit on."

Beca went up to her bedroom to change while Jesse went out to the guest house. As she changed she questioned what she was doing. The situation was absolutely crazy. What was she thinking? Should she be letting her guard down around Jesse again so soon? Amy was right. She needed to keep a clear head around Jesse and not fall for his good looks and charm.

Beca grabbed a bikini from her chest of drawers and walked into the bathroom. After putting her suit on, she applied sunscreen and looked herself in the mirror. Wiping the excess sunscreen from her hands on her face she started talking to herself, "What are you doing?" "You've lost your fucking mind, haven't you?" "The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. And so is talking to yourself. You've gone mad."

She shook her head. She really didn't have time for this right now. Jesse was going to be expecting her downstairs soon. She washed her hands and pulled her hair up in a bun. Giving herself a once over, she grabbed a towel and walked back into her room. She was about to walk downstairs when Amy's ringtone came blaring through the speaker. "Shorty get down, good Lord…"

"Hey Amy." She answered curtly and braced herself for a fresh onslaught.

"Hey… I'm sorry about what happened earlier." Amy said quickly. Beca felt the tension leave her shoulders as Amy apologized.

"I'm sorry too."

"I have to admit, Jesse deserves props for having your back the way he did." Amy said honestly. "I was quite impressed. Took me a while to think about it but I wanted to clear the air between us. I hate when we fight."

"Ames, he's changed. He's been through a lot."

"I can tell. Just… just be careful. I know you love him but he hurt you so badly. I can't watch that again. Seeing you like that broke my heart."

"I appreciate that, more than you know. Just so you know, I've never stopped loving Jesse. The pain faded to a dull ache but the love never left."

"I can't imagine my life without Bumper..." Amy admitted, "... so, I get it. I really do."

"Look, I don't know what the future holds for me or Jesse but I promise to be careful."

"Well, I guess that's all I can ask." Amy took a deep breath. "I hate to cut this short but Bumper is shaking his junk at me."

"Gross!"

"You have no idea! It looks like a light brite peg!"

Beca laughed at the mental jpeg. "Yeah, well... he sure as hell lights you up!"

"That he does!"

"Bye Amy… I love you."

"I love you too Sassypants."

Beca smiled as she hung up. She had felt like shit after Amy left and hated when they fought. What she hated even more was the way they left things. Amy had stormed out and slammed the door, not that she didn't have reason to. She knew that the argument had gotten extremely heated because they were each so invested in not only their friendship but each other.

"Bec… you ready?" Jesse yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah, I'm coming." She called down to him. She could hear him muttering about the footprints that Amy left on the wall the night she slid down the stairs on a breakfast tray. Beca still had to get them painted over but they made her laugh every time she saw them so she wasn't in a big hurry to do it.

As she walked down the stairs in her bikini she heard Jesse's muffled "Wow!"

On a shopping trip a few weeks earlier, Amy had made her replace her old swimwear after she threw it all out after breaking up with Jesse and had taken her to the mall and stood guard until she bought new bikinis. Amy insisted she buy it in white and black because it had looked "so good" on her. Judging by the tent in Jesse's shorts, he also approved.

As she reached the last step Jesse took her hand and kissed her cheek. With that one small gesture, Beca could feel all of her willpower leaving her body. There was no way she was going to be able to resist him, not for any great length of time. She realized she was screwed, both literally and figuratively.

She wasn't sure if she subconsciously sashayed her hips or not as she walked to the kitchen to fetch a bottle of juice for them to enjoy outside. She was desperate for a drink to quell her nerves but was glad that she couldn't partake so she could keep a level head.

The hot tub was as nice as the weather. Beca rested the back of her head on her towel, feeling her body relax as the hot water enveloped her. She closed her eyes and got more comfortable. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel Jesse's eyes on her. He hadn't taken his eyes off of her since she walked downstairs and she knew what happened next depended on which one of them was stronger.

As she laid there she felt the water ripple and Jesse moving toward her. Shit was about to get real. Jesse decided that looking was no longer satisfying his need, so he reached out for her leg, right behind the knee and gently wrapped his hand under it. As he lifted it, he ran his hand down her calf to her foot.

He lifted her foot out of the water and kissed her instep then watched as goosebumps rose on her leg. As he began rubbing her foot she moaned as he worked his magic. His hands were amazing. It made him extremely happy to know that he still had what it took to get to her. He continued to rub her foot, gradually sliding his hands up to her calf, massaging the entire way. When he was finished with her calf, he moved his way to her thigh continuing to rub a series of circles into her skin occasionally tightening his grip and increasing the pressure he was applying with his fingertips.

He repeated the same process on her right leg. When he was finished, he stood between her legs and admired her every inch of her. He desperately missed worshipping her and hoped that it wouldn't be long before she allowed him full access again. Judging by the look in her eye, he hoped it wouldn't be too much longer and without a second thought, he lowered his lips to hers.

She tried desperately not to react to the feel of his hands on her skin or his mouth on hers. "You were supposed to rub my shoulders." She grumbled without moving.

"Are you really complaining about a full body massage?"

"No, just pointing out that you said my shoulders."

"Do you want your shoulders rubbed?" He asked between the kisses he placed along the column of her neck.

She took a deep breath. "Is the Pope Catholic?"

Jesse laughed. Beca was never at a loss for sarcasm. "If you want your shoulders rubbed you're gonna have to sit in another position." He whispered in her ear.

"Where do you want me?" She asked as she sat up.

Jesse sat down next to her and patted the spot in front of him.

Without hesitation, she sat between his thighs and prepared herself for what promised to be the best massage she'd ever had.

As Jesse rubbed, he could feel the knots and tension that had gathered in Beca's shoulders and neck. He had often rubbed her back as she fell asleep at night and knew the contours and angles well, knowing exactly where she liked to be touched and what spots were the most ticklish. She dropped her chin to her chest and allowed him the space he needed to work. Beca wiggled as she tried not to moan with the pure pleasure she was feeling as his hands made their way down her back.

He used his thumbs to rub along either side of her spine. When his hands reached her shoulders, he lowered them to rub her biceps. Jesse kneaded her muscles until his hands hurt and then he rubbed some more. When he was finished, he began kissing along her shoulders and neck.

As she gave Jesse better access to her neck, Beca told him, "We shouldn't be doing this."

"We can stop if you want to." He told her between kisses.

"Mmm…" Beca really couldn't verbalize what she wanted to do. As much as she didn't want it to, it felt right. She wanted this… she needed this. She needed him. Sighing heavily, she whispered. "No."

Jesse instantly froze. She had said 'no' and there was no way he was going to continue if she didn't want it. He was a lot of things but he was not someone who forced women to have sex against their will. If Beca said 'no' then that was it, no matter how badly he wanted and needed her.

"Why'd you stop?" She finally asked as she turned around to face him. He could see that she was flushed but couldn't tell if it was from the sun, the heat of the hot tub or if it was what had been going on between the two of them. It was then that he noticed that the sun was no longer out and dark clouds had started to roll in, so the sun was definitely not a factor.

"You said 'no'."

"You asked me if I wanted to stop." She said as she slid her arms around her back to remove her bikini top, dropping it in the hot tub. Jesse's eyes locked with hers and he never broke the connection even as she scooped up some of the water and ran the warmth over her aching nipples. He was completely and totally mesmerized by the woman standing in front of him.

She took a step toward him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him close. Jesse felt his breath hitch, the feel of her skin against his own after such a long time. He had longed for her touch and now that he was in the moment with her, he just wanted to remember every single second of it.

Without taking their eyes off of each other, Jesse slipped his board shorts down his legs while Beca hooked her thumbs into her bikini bottom and wiggled it off, casting the scrap of cloth aside in the water. Jesse reached up to cup her face and, leaning over, he kissed her gently but firmly before sitting back down on the step and pulling her onto his lap.

He moaned as Beca began grinding down on him and as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders for leverage, he closed his eyes in ecstasy as her breasts flattened against his chest. Kissing her harder to control the noises escaping from his throat, he reached between them and started rubbing hard circles on her clit. She responded by biting his lip as she felt herself stirring for the first time in months. He felt a moan escape his lips as, despite the warm, bubbly water, he could feel just how ready she was for him. At that point she could have cared less about the foreplay, it had been a long time and she just wanted to feel him inside of her, sooner rather than later.

Pushing his fingers away, she took matters into her own hands, grabbing him with one hand and guiding him towards her entrance. They both audibly gasped as she lowered herself onto him and Beca felt a shiver run up her spine as she enveloped him. They began moving in unison, easily fitting together like pieces of a puzzle as Jesse's bountiful size filled her core.

Beca rode him hard and fast as Jesse clutched at her breasts he tried to stop himself from calling out her name in ecstasy. He was nuzzling Beca's neck as her knees gave out and she panted for him to switch positions with her because her knees were raw from kneeling on the step.

"Your love is like religion
A cross in Mexico
And your kiss is like the innocence
Of a prayer nailed to a door
Oh surrender in much sweeter
When we both let it go
Let the water wash our bodies clean
And love wash our souls"

When she started to slow down, Jesse, while still buried deep inside her, stood up and pumped in and out of her several times. He looked pleadingly at her as she nodded that she was close too. As they both found their sweet release and clawed at each others skin at the delectable agony, the skies chose that moment to open up and the rain began pelting down on them. It was like a much needed sign that God was washing away all the negative, awful, terrible things in their lives so they could start fresh and new.

With her arms around Jesse's neck and her legs still around his waist, Beca leaned back as far as she could and let the rain wash over her. As Jesse took in the sight of her naked body wrapped around his, he began slowly and needily kissing her chest and neck. Beca pulled herself up and greedily kissed him back.

Jesse wrapped one arm around her back to help support her and reaching down with the other, he rubbed her clit for several minutes before he began pumping in and out of her again. This time he took things a little more slowly. He wanted to savor every moment.

It felt good being inside of her. If he was honest, it was one of his favorite places to be. The rain was continuing to come down but neither seemed to mind, they were in their own little world as they reached and enjoyed their climaxes.

When Beca got the feeling back in her legs, she grabbed Jesse's hand as she got out of the hot tub. "Come on." She said, as she lead him quickly towards the house. Jesse pulled her closer with his free hand, spinning her around to plant a hard kiss on her lips. "Take me to bed." Beca mumbled through their mashed mouths. Jesse nodded his agreement. They managed to get as far as the morning porch when Jesse turned her around again and lifted her onto the table. He was desperate to have her again. He absolutely needed to be inside her and he couldn't wait another second.

"Here?" Beca whispered, motioning towards the house.

"Here." He repeated between kisses. "I need you now."

Beca didn't question him any further and wrapped her legs around his waist as he laid her back on the table. This time he took his time. The hot tub was great but here he had the ability to work his magic. Beca cried out a little as he thrust into her with one, long and very hard push. It didn't hurt her, at least not in a bad way, but the sensation of him filling her almost sent her over the edge.

He held himself still and waited for her to start grinding down against him as she needed taking further. Leaning down over her, droplets of warm water peppered her body as he put all of his weight onto his elbows and covered her. She began to kiss his shoulders and he responded by nipping at her neck and nibbling on her earlobe. Beca turned her head as best she could from her pinned position and kissed his biceps, remembering the contours of his muscles so easily.

Jesse began to move slowly and tentatively to begin with and enjoying the way he fit so perfectly inside Beca. As he began to pick up the pace, he raised himself up onto his arms for leverage and noticed that Beca's eyes began to roll slightly in the back of her head.

"Are you ok?" Jesse whispered into her ear as his hips jerked forward.

"I'm perfect." Beca replied.

Jesse smiled and pulled out of her, almost wanting to laugh at the shocked look on her face before he plunged back into her again and again. Beca clutched at the edges of the table for support and began to pant as the pressure built inside her. She was enjoying the feeling too much to allow herself to let go just yet. She could feel his balls banging against her backside as more water droplets flew from Jesse's wet hair.

They rocked together, each grunting loud, animalistic sounds as they chased their orgasms. Beca was so determined to last longer than Jesse and she would have succeeded if he hadn't dipped his head suddenly and draw one of her nipples into his mouth, scraping over it with his teeth before sucking hard. She cried out loud, loud enough to disturb the neighbors as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She clung onto his shoulders as her entire body began to shudder. Above her, Jesse's body went rigid and he stiffened as with one final plunge, he emptied his release inside her, stroking his hardness against her walls as she clamped down on him, milking his orgasm from him.

He collapsed on top of her. "Holy fuckballs." He said, after a few moments of nothing but their heavy breathing. "That was... I needed that. You... you are..." His words died away.

"Was it ok?" Beca asked unsure if he was satisfied.

"Baby, that was amazing!" Jesse laughed as his breathing finally returned to normal.

Beca began to shiver as the cool rain continued to splash all around them. "Can we please go inside now?" She laughed.

"Sure thing but, I haven't finished with you yet though." Jesse mumbled as he pulled out of her.

"We can continue to celebrate your homecoming upstairs." Beca purred as he helped her off of the table. She leaned up to kiss his lips as he squeezed her butt in response.

They held hands as they walked through into the kitchen and towards the stairs. As they climbed each step, Jesse squeezed, molded, pinched and kissed different parts of Beca's body. Despite feeling deliciously sore, she soon felt her insides turning to mush as they entered her bedroom.

Jesse moved quickly, shooting forward and grabbing her around the waist. He tumbled them both onto the soft, clean comforter so that Beca was lying across his chest. She nestled in between his legs and rested her arms on his chest, leaning down to initiate a deep kiss. Immediately, Jesse wrapped his hand around the back of her head, holding her in place so that she wouldn't break the kiss; not that Beca had any intention of going anywhere anytime soon.

Beca sighed. She'd forgotten how incredible his tongue was and the way it seemed to find all the secret spots inside her mouth. She could feel all her desire being unlocked, as if Jesse held an ancient, magical key. Their tongues twisted so fiercely together, so deep and hard into each other's mouths that soon they both had trouble knowing who's was who's. Beca slipped her fingers into Jesse's hair and he ran his fingers up her side, eliciting a series of goose bumps all over her body.

She wiggled against him, as a deep groan erupted from the back of his throat. His hands moved to cup her ass cheeks, pressing her even farther against him, grinding his throbbing erection against the pale soft skin that he had missed so much. She playfully wiggled some more, liking the way it felt to rub up against him.

Jesse groaned as Beca pulled herself up to straddle him. He caressed the inside of her thigh with his thumb, whispering to her about how silky smooth her skin felt against his. As his hands began to move higher, he slid them up over the contours of her waist all the way up to her breast, pinching her nipple lightly, rolling it between his fingers.

She cried out. The sensation was incredible as she began to rock her hips against him. Slipping his free hand down he found her clit and began pinching it between his fingers, teasing her as she jumped with each squeeze. As his other hand drifted away from her breast, she leaned down to kiss him, but he gently pushed her back and told her to lay back. His fingers found the edges of her entrance, slipping inside her wet and ready folds.

"Jesse." She whispered; her voice shaky and weak. Sitting up, she looked down at his hands working in and out of her body.

"Come for me, baby." He purred as his fingers began to move fast, sliding in and out, up and down. Beca bit down on her lip, leaned forward and grasped hold of his biceps. As the tension in her body started to mount, Jesse pulled his legs up so Beca could lean back, allowing her to move quicker, more frantic against his hand. He plunged three fingers inside her and crooked them forward, like he was motioning for her across a room.

And then his other hand, still tickling her clit, squeezed the little swollen bud, pulling on it gently. Beca erupted as her body convulsed violently atop of him. She threw her head back and moaned, her eyes going wide as she stared up at the ceiling, unable to look at him in the eye. Her body kept twitching as waves of pleasure overcame her and another orgasm tumbled out of her before she knew what was happening.

Jesse pulled his hands away and reached for her, pulling Beca down into his arms where she let out a huge contented sigh as finally her body quieted into a gentle, all over tremble.

"Jesse... I..."

"I know. I missed you too." He said, hugging her closer to him. "I love you."

Beca pulled herself up, off of his chest and looked, wide eyed, down at him. "What did you just say?"

"I said, I missed you too." Jesse said, cocking his head slightly to the side.

"The other thing."

"Oh. Um, I love you."

"You've never said that to me before."

Jesse laughed. "Yes, I have."

"No." Beca said quietly. "No, you haven't, not like that."

"Well, perhaps I didn't mean it before."

"And you do now?" Beca asked, slightly unsure.

"More than anything in the world. Beca, I love you." Jesse said, as clearly as he could.

"I love you too."

"I have nothing to give you. Nothing to offer." Jesse said. "I don't deserve your lo-"

"-Sssh," Beca said, putting her finger up to his lip to stop the rest of his sentence. "You love me and that's all I need right now."

They both grinned at each other until Beca laughed and collapsed against his chest once more. She slid her hand down between them, feeling him. He was rock hard and she knew his swollen junk needed attending to. He rolled them over quickly, pinning her into the mattress and pressing a kiss to her lips. Beca reached down again and wrapped her hand around him, tightening her grip and giving a little squeeze.

"I want you Beca. I want you so fucking bad right now."

"I'm yours."

Beca glided her hand up and down his shaft a few times until Jesse smacked her hand away and settled in between her legs. Unable to take anymore, he pressed a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh, and then slid up her body so his elbows rested on either side of her head. As he brushed the hair away from her face, he kissed her softly, slowly, as if he had all the time in the world and the blood wasn't pounding through his veins like he was running a marathon.

She could feel his heart beating. It thumped so rapidly against her chest that she smiled.

As he kissed her, he probed the entrance to her body, slipping inside easily as she took him all the way in to the hilt. She felt her eyes roll back in her head as her eyelids drifted closed and her head rolled to the side. He moved against her, slow, deliberate, alternating between shallow and deep strokes. She answered each one of his thrusts with her own until she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He hugged her tight, pulling her against him as he penetrated her over and over so deeply that her muscles clenched uselessly. His breathing became more labored, and she knew he was about to come when he pushed up onto his arm and reached down between them, once again finding the swollen bud that he knew drove her crazy when he rubbed it. He ground his fingers against it and her back arched in surprise as another orgasm flowed out of her without any warning. This one was more powerful than the last her body trembled as she called out his name. Jesse moaned, needing to hear her come as his own release burst forward. He shuddered as he emptied inside of her and stayed buried deep as they rocked together, completely spent in each other's arms.

It was only when Beca began to shiver and yawn, that Jesse thought about moving. "I'm sorry, I'll let you sleep." He said, as he pulled away from her.

"Where do you think you are going?"

"To the guest house." He said as he stood up. He looked back down as Beca curled up into a ball on the bed. He kissed her before turning and starting towards the door.

"No." She said, and he stopped in his tracks.

"No?" He asked.

"You aren't going anywhere." Beca said, patting the empty side of the bed. "You are here to stay."

"Pray that it's raining on Sunday
Stormin' like crazy
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon
Baby whatever comes Monday
Can take care of itself
'Cause we got better things that we could do
When it's raining on Sunday"

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After spending the rest of the afternoon and evening making up for lost time, Beca finally succumbed to sleep in the early hours of the next morning. As Jesse laid in bed, Beca asleep on his chest all he could think about was the wonderful homecoming he's received and the weird events of how the day had started.

Jesse wasn't asleep long when he heard his phone ringing. Recognizing the number, he glanced over at Beca who was still sleeping. He wiggled free of her and slipped out from under the sheets before he walked out of the bedroom to accept the call.

As he closed the door behind him, Jesse took a deep breath. "Dr. Campbell… what did you find out?"

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