Hello Lovelies – I have not written in ages and this little wooden ditty below is unbeta'd, so please feel free to critique and point out any distracting typos.
I have been battling my shame at my utter fascination with David Tenant's Kilgrave and have finally succumbed to my desire to fill the interwebz with more content investigating the what-ifs in Kilgrave and Jessica's complex relationship. The last thing I am is a rape apologist; do not mistake me on that. I am, however, exceedingly interested in the morality behind Kilgrave's powers and his supposed love/obsession for Jessica. I do also love a bit of Stockholm exploration, and mildly rough and reluctant (but ultimately consensual) sexiness. If that's not your particular brand of kink, you may want to turn back now.
My fic obviously takes inspiration from the Marvel/Netflix series, Jessica Jones, and picks up during the AKA: Sin Bin episode. I have never read the source material comics and have no intention of following canon – I hope you can relax and roll with the minor deviations. The POV of this may shift according to my mood.
Lastly, I have a nasty habit of leaving works unfinished and my early-2016 resolution is to actually complete this one. The fic will probably be 4-6 chapters long. That said, reviews are my delight and wonderful motivation to continue. Review away – good or bad - I love all feedback! Happy New Year!
The heavy echo of the antechamber door closing mixes with Jessica's splashing steps into the cold metal and glass box. Delicate hands belie the strength it must take to spin the wheel lock shut.
Kilgrave's surprise at her bravery in facing him gives way to a giddy excitement at sharing the same air again, the same cage. Looking her over with curiosity, he is the first to break the silence: "My feet are pruning," he offers simply. "What's that?" Kilgrave eyes the small white bag clenched in her fist.
"Food." She tosses the greasy bag lazily. It lands on the flimsy metal-frame bed with a dull thud. This is going to take some work…and patience.
"Smells fast." The wrinkle of disgust on his nose is real - still, he can't help but be mildly amused at her obvious attempt to insult his sense of taste.
"You're welcome," she chimes sarcastically, kicking little waves in the ankle deep water as she steps toward him, chin up and hips swaying.
"Are you not afraid that I'll touch you?" he whispers with a warning tone. The quickening of his breath and pulse is not lost on either of them.
"No. Afraid I'll touch you?" she counters, dropping her voice deliberately and tracing her finger along his collarbone. They are so close now. "I remember how you like to be touched".
"Isn't it bad enough to shock me? Now you want to toy with my emotions…?" His breathy pitch matches Jessica's and her proximity is absolutely intoxicating.
"You can have it," she taunts, "But I want you to beg for it". Before he has any time to process or prepare himself, Jessica's lightening fist crashes into his ear with deafening force. Kilgrave rounds on her out of instinct, shaking in anger.
"Arghhh!" he exclaims, "You will NOT –" the command falters and dies in his throat. He'd been dangerously close to revealing his hand, but recovers quickly with a sly smile. "That was foreplay," he mutters mischievously, "I'm all in."
"Then do something about it", she grunts, throwing him against the wall with ease. "Unless you can't compel yourself to get it up." Oh, she'll have to try much harder than that.
"After that performance," he beams with his arms wide and a nod to his trousers, "you have my full attention."
Jessica misses only a very short beat before sliding back into their banter, "Oh, you mean that Slim Jim in your pants…? You're pathetic, you disgust me – all that power and you're too afraid to use it." Jessica advances on him again. "Too scared, like a little mama's boy. Huh, Kevin?" She slips into a mocking, singsong English accent, "Be a big boy for Mummy and Daddy."
Remembering that they are not alone, Kilgrave throws a glance at their audience beyond the glass - the slack-jawed lawyer and rolling camera, "I don't know what you mean, you have all the power here," he purrs. Jessica grasps his shirt collar and thrusts him on to the metal cot.
"Make me stop!" she huffs desperately. Powers or none, she's where he wants her to be.
"I won't hit a woman," he heaves wholesomely for the camera.
"No - but you'd rape her. Destroy her mind. Make her a murderer – say the words!" There's that damned word again, at least her patience is wearing thin. The unpredictability is captivating.
"Jessica, enough!" The lawyer's voice rings incessantly through the microphone but it does nothing to quell the fire in Jessica's fists as she lunges for his shirt again.
"I loved you. I gave you whatever you wanted," he coos innocently stoking her fury.
"All you ever gave me was shame," SMACK! Her hand strikes his cheek over and over again, serving as percussion to her rage. "And remorse!" SMACK "And pain!" SMACK! Kilgrave's eyes are losing focus with each assault but the power she unwittingly gives him is delicious.
"Stop or I'm going to hit the switch!" the lesbian warns benignly over the speaker. God, why won't that whiny wretch, leave them be! It's just getting good.
"Come on, you cowardly piece of shit!" Jessica roars, "You don't have the balls to fight me?"
He looks up at her, delighting in her frantic energy. "This isn't you, Jess, we were happy. Whatever you think I did to hurt you, I'm sorry," he says with half-sincerity. Jessica is truly past control now as she lifts him easily into the air and hurls him into the corner of the room with a sickening crunch.
Perhaps it might be time to call it a day after all, he muses, eardrums now ringing. Blood pools in his mouth and nose as he struggles to crawl up onto his knees. A glance up at the lawyer shows that the sniveling Patsy has now also arrived. Great, like he needs any more distractions for Jessica – at least Patsy would likely induce Jessica to ease up a bit. In his best, wounded voice, he cries for camera and spectators -
"What's the matter with you people? Are you just going to let this happen?" Patsy doesn't move an inch from the desk but the lesbian appears to have had her fill and leaves without further protest. "Please, somebody help me!" Kilgrave pleads in a performance worthy of an Oscar, as Jessica easily hoists him up, pinning his back against the glass. God, she is a vision – hair wild, lips swollen and both of their bodies humming with energy. Their ragged breaths swirl in the small distance between their noses. Everything smells richly of iron, water and adrenaline.
"Feels good doesn't it-?" he prods, pleased when her brow furrows in confusion practically on cue. "-Being in control…" he murmurs conspiratorially, his viper's tongue poised just behind fangs.
He drinks in the way her fierce eyes cloud at the terror of her worst fears being spoken aloud. With that, she raises a shaking fist and aims one more blow at his jawline. The world goes black.