76. Given an Offer You Can't Refuse – ft. Jessica Jones/Trish Walker, Matt Murdock, + Foggy Nelson & Claire Temple
Jessica choked on her drink, glass smashing in her hand – but she didn't even notice the scotch dripping off the table onto her jeans, only wiping her mouth before staring at Matt with wide eyes.
"You want me to what?"
He smirked, "Are you chicken?" Foggy hit his arm.
"Dude, they're sisters! That goes into weird, bad, wrong territory!"
Matt though, seemed suspiciously smug, "Jessica doesn't see it like that, and neither does she." Jessica could feel her heart racing in her chest, his words only making it increase in tempo. "I think Jessica would love to take part in my dare. I mean, after all, the price I pay in return is limitless – that means you can ask me to do one thing, and I'll do it, with the obvious exceptions or murder, suicide, drugs, etcetera, etcetera."
And now Jessica was spinning in a circle, not knowing what to do – she wanted to get that prize. Having Murdock, fuck, Daredevil under her thumb for however long she liked…that was big. Matt was notorious about never taking bets like this.
But why would he give up that kind of control, just to get her to kiss Trish?
"What's your motive?" She questioned. Matt didn't stop smirking, only motioning to where Trish sat at the bar with Claire, talking about their respective vigilantes. If she did this…it would be ironic, to say the least. Matt and Claire, Jessica and…me and Trish. Jessica swallowed, looking at Foggy, pointing her finger at him. "Don't you dare take a video." Foggy's eyes widened as she cleaned herself up a bit of the scotch, dropping a napkin on the puddle on the table before standing.
"You're actually going to do it? Jessie, she's your sister."
"No she isn't," Jessica said in an overly-dark tone, turning and confidently walking over. "Hey, Trish." Trish turned to face her, right in time for Jessica to grab her face and press their lips together, mentally starting the clock.
One.
Trish made a noise of surprise.
Two.
What was she doing? This wasn't worth Matt's favour, but oh fuck, she was already kissing her, it didn't even matter-
Three.
Trish's hands scrunched up in her jacket, pulling her closer, causing her to stumble, hands slipping down to her neck, getting caught in blonde hair-
Four.
From beside them, Claire muttered a low Christ before the first wolf whistle came from across the bar.
Five.
Trish slipped her tongue into her mouth.
Six.
Jessica pressed their bodies together, and why didn't I do this sooner-
She stopped counting the seconds.