~Notes from the author~
It took me a while to get the bit with Jessica to sound right. I'm still not sure if I like it.
Thanks for reading regardless. ✌
You awoke to a bed all to yourself. Rubbing your eyes, you sit up to yawn and stretch then slide out from the warmth of the duvet. You scan the room trying to find something to wear for now until you find your own clothes. You couldn't see your dress anywhere. You slide open the large mirrored wardrobe door to reveal Kilgrave's clothes. Different shades of purple suits hung on the rails. He must have a thing with purple. You push some aside to try and find something less formal and fitted to his physique. You come across a dark navy blue v neck jumper. It was long enough because it was Kilgrave's so it sat slightly lower than your bottom. If you'd stretch or reach up for something it would definitely expose your area. You throw it on as you scour the room for something to wear on your bottom half. Your brain hasn't woken up yet so you forget your panties are still by the pool. You continue to hunt the room for them, looking behind bedside tables and lampshades. You grow increasingly frustrated and tuck your hair behind your ears. You're startled by someone clearing their throat making you to spin around out of fright. It's Kilgrave. He's leaning in the doorway and spinning your lacy underwear on his finger.
"Looking for these?" He flirts. He stood there wearing some silky grey pyjama bottoms.
"Give them here" You demand with a defeated tone. You reached your hand out flat. The sleeve covered most of your hand from the length of the arms.
"Manners" He tutts. Kilgrave stops spinning the underwear. "Come here." You approach him and approve of his out of place bed hair.
"That's my jumper" He remarks pulling at the material. He hands you your underwear.
"Thanks." Kilgrave watches you slip them on then pinches the jumper pulling you closer to him. His height means you're always looking up at his face. Kilgrave's dark eyes examine yours and he inhales deeply. You do the same.
"Good morning" He smiles breaking the silence.
"Good morning" You yawn and smile up at him shyly.
"Do you want some breakfast?"
"Not right now. What time is it?" You're still staring at each other until Kilgrave turns to find his (probably) expensive watch he's put down somewhere. You watch him hunt it down after following him into the huge living room.
"Ah! Here it is you little devil. It's uh, noon." He looks back at but you don't say anything. You're still not fully awake, so your social skills haven't caught up yet. Kilgrave walks over to the kitchen area and fills the kettle, he sets it down and clicks the button. His long arm is now hanging onto the fridge door handle and he curves his body to face you again.
"D'you want a cuppa?"
"No thanks." You wouldn't say no to some OJ though. You approach the breakfast bar and take a seat on one of the barstools. Your bottom fits snugly in the curve of the cold plastic from the stool. Kilgrave's face is back in the fridge.
"How about some orange juice?"
"Yes please." You perk up before pondering to yourself. That's weird. Twice that's happened now, where I've thought something in my head and Kilgrave's said it...
"What's that look for?" Kilgrave was referring to your focused frown as you thought. He placed the glass of orange juice in front of you.
"Just... thinking" You took a glug of the sweet orange liquid.
"About?"
"Whether I can predict thoughts or read minds."
"What's brought you to that conclusion?" He asks as he leans on the counter separating you, making his biceps flex.
You're still wondering and paused before answering him. "When we went to that dress shop-"
"That one with the incredibly creative name?"
"Yes! You said that then too and before you even said it I was thinking the same thing." You said looking up at Kilgrave. He paused.
"From that one coincidence, you've come to the conclusion you can read people's minds?" Kilgrave wasn't convinced and turned to prepare his cup of tea.
"Not just one. Unless it is a coincidence and I'm reading way too into it..."
"What were the others?" Kilgrave stirs his tea. When the teaspoon hit the sides of the cup it made little tinkly noises. He faces you.
"Just now, before. You offered me some orange juice, I was thinking I could really go for some orange juice right about now." You look Kilgrave in the eye. He takes a sip from his cup and raises a brow. "I don't know. I'm probably just over thinking things. I have no idea what I'm capable of." You rest your elbow on the counter and your head in your hand. You let out a huff. Kilgrave sips his tea unsure what to say.
"Add it to the list and if it's a reoccurring thing, we'll reconsider it." His gorgeous English accent made you feel much better. You thought you'd be over that by now. "So!" Kilgrave said with a high pitched tone, then going back to normal. "What's the plan for today?"
"I was thinking we start on developing my abilities." You finish the glass of orange juice.
"Great! Any ideas?"
"Nope." You hop off the barstool and head toward the bathroom. You remove Kilgrave's jumper you were wearing and hoped he watched you walk away. He did, and he growled into his cup. You shower quickly then cocoon your body with a soft towel. You gave your teeth a good go over with some toothpaste and the extra toothbrush Kilgrave kindly provided for you. He jumped in the shower not long after you. While you waited you used your finger to draw a small heart on the steamed up mirror. You listened to him sing and hum a song to himself whilst showering. He sang every note out of tune but you didn't care. He wasn't in there for long and stepped out in a cloud of steam. It faded away revealing his naked lanky figure. Kilgrave ran his fingers through his soaking hair to stop it dripping in his face. You stood in awe of him, your eyes slowly creeping down.
"Can I help you?" He says with a sly grin as he stood there casually.
"I was uh..." You couldn't focus on your words. You cleared your throat as he wrapped a towel around himself. "I was... gonna go in a minute. Maybe do some research on my abilities."
"Why can't you do that here?" Kilgrave started approaching you. You noticed the hair on his head had a slight kink in it when it was wet. He stood in front of you and pulled at your towel gently to bring you just that little bit closer to his body. Your heart began beating faster as your hands made their way up his fore arms. You looked into his eyes.
"Because there's too many distractions here" You breathe. You could feel yourself getting worked up again and decided to pull away from him. "Don't get me wrong, last night. I enjoyed myself."
"I could tell." He flirted with a look which made it that much harder to resist pulling his towel from him and pushing him against the wall to plant your lips on his.
"I need a change of clothes." You weren't sure if this reason was to convince him or yourself.
"I have no problem with you wearing the bare minimum." Kilgrave leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips were still hot from the shower. He pulled away slowly and you sighed. You floated away with a grin on your face and into the bedroom to change into your dress and knickers. You went to find your shoes and clutch and headed for the door.
"Come back here Y/N." Kilgrave ordered with a stern tone. You obeyed of course and walked back to him stood not far behind you. "I don't get a goodbye?"
"I'll see you soon." You leaned in to peck him on the lips but it wasn't enough for Kilgrave and he pulled you in for one that lasted longer. Your hands pressed up against his warm naked chest. Kilgrave held your hand after you pulled away. It slipped from his as you inched yourself away. Both his and your stretched out arms eventually swung back to their separate bodies after you let go.
You made your way back to your apartment building. When you got in you removed your shoes and opened your laptop on your double bed but before you could turn it on there was a loud and rather aggressive banging on your door. You were confused and frankly a little scared. You applied the chain latch and spoke through the door.
"What do you want? Who is it?"
"It's Jessica. Open up!" She banged her fist on the door again in her impatience. The door rattled and you were worried it would fall off its hinges.
"Stop! I'm tired ok." You lied.
"Just do it Y/N." She sounded serious. Maybe she needed your help? You undid the latch and opened the door. You were greeted with an angry yet worried expression on Jessica's fair face. You admired the loose curls in her dark hair. "Did that bastard hurt you?" She spat, clenching her fists either side of her.
"What? Who?"
"Kilgrave! I saw him walk off with you in the park yesterday after you shouted at him. What did that asshole make you do?" Jessica's rage was building. You tried to change the subject.
"What were you doing watching him?"
"None of your business."
"Ok." You were going to shut the door in her rude face before she held up her arm and kept the door open. No matter how hard you tried, the door wouldn't budge.
"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what he did to you."
"I'm fine. He didn't hurt me if that's what you think" You plead. Jessica's strength on the door lessened and she broke eye contact.
"Pretty dress. Looks expensive." Jessica's comment referred to the dress Kilgrave's credit card bought for you that you were still wearing. Her hazel eyes stared you down for a while waiting for a reply.
"I just got in. I'm knackered." You tried getting rid of her. Jessica didn't utter a word and didn't move a muscle. "It was a gift ok? I haven't changed yet."
"From Kilgrave?"
"Yes." You say defeated, still holding onto the door.
Jessica sighed. "You're either an idiot in love, or you're being conned. Which amount to pretty much the same thing."
"You wanna come in? My arm's getting tired." You walk away leaving Jessica in the doorway. She steps in and closes the door. You go to your bedroom and change into some sweatpants a comfy sports bra and pull on a loose fitting shirt. You emerge from your room and begin to tie your hair up.
"You want something to drink?" You offer politely, walking to the kitchen area.
"What you got?"
"Not much. Uh water, juice, leftover champagne?" You say looking in the fridge.
"I'm fine thanks." Jessica shoved her hands in her jacket pockets and she watched you scour your empty kitchen cupboards. Maybe someone who lived here before you left something better behind. You see a bottle at the back of the cupboard and pull it out. It was half a bottle of scotch. You blow on it.
"Does scotch go off?" You ask eyeing the faded sticker. You look up at Jessica and she shrugs.
"Never had a bottle last long enough to find out." She replies. You poured two glasses of the golden liquid and slid hers across your breakfast bar. She caught it, looked at you and took a mouthful.
"Why don't you want me seeing him?" You finally blurt out.
"He'll destroy you just like everything else he comes into contact with." Jessica's answer was vague. You sipped the scotch and coughed as it burned your throat. "Look, you don't know him like I do." Jessica's dark eyes shifted from yours then to the floor.
"So tell me!" You were becoming more and more frustrated. She wouldn't tell you why but she was pretty adamant you end whatever relationship you had with Kilgrave. Jessica finished her drink and shifted her jaw.
"You've probably worked out by now that he ... controls people-" Jessica went to take another gulp of her drink before being surprised by your reply.
"Yeah. He's like me."
"What?" Jessica's glass hit the table.
"I've never met anyone else in my life that's gifted like me."
"You're gifted?" Jessica's finger points at you in disbelief.
"I see things."
"What like a psychic?"
"Not exactly, I don't know. I haven't quite got the hang of it yet."
"And you've never met anyone else gifted? You think you and Kilgrave are the only ones with gifts?"
"Well, yeah..."
"The last time I counted, I had 99 gifted friends in this borough alone." Jessica broke eye contact and walked into the living room. She crossed her arms and glanced out the large windows of your apartment.
"What, really? 99? That's awesome! How did you meet them?" Jessica's information, if it was true, made you very happy.
"We have our own chat room; thosegiftedfreaks dot com" She remarked sarcastically. You rolled your eyes. We? Does that mean Jessica is gifted too?
"You don't have to be rude."
"I'm rude to everyone." She was staring out the window.
"What do you want Jessica?" You exhaled. Her attitude was boring you. She turned and gave you a serious look.
"I'm here to tell you, again, stay the hell away from Kilgrave. If you know what's good for you you'll listen to me this time." You didn't say anything. You weren't sure what to say. Jessica was waiting. "You have no idea do you?"
"No I don't. It would probably make more sense if you'd give me more information to work with!" You raised your voice in your impatience.
"I don't know you well enough to start braiding each other's hair and swap stories about the twisted history I share with that prick... Plus you don't have near enough whiskey." Jessica slid her empty glass back to you and began to leave. Her boots stopped at your door and she looked over her shoulder. "Don't say I didn't warn you." She pulled the door hard and it shut with a thump. You stood there for a few minutes before being startled by a vibrating feeling in your sweatpants. It was your phone you'd forgotten slipping it into your pocket earlier. You read the screen; it said one unread message from Kilgrave. You tap it and it opens.
"You forgot something at my place. You'll have to come back right now to get it." You're confused and think hard about what it was that was so urgent. It wasn't too long until he sent another text message, this time a picture. It was of your bra on his bed. It made you smile.
