What Killgrave did... and all the consequences.
Notes:be warned this is going to be hot... and purple! ;)
Chapter IV II: AKA Is it purple enough?
" The Junkie's recovery was not so bad at all, I found him really in good shape. But he tends to be way too nosey. " he added on purpose.
- Anything to see that fire in your eyes; Jess… -
And he saw it.
"What the fuck does that mean? If you've done something to Malcolm, I'll… "she growled.
"He's in his apartment staring at the wall, I told him to do it until he saw you again .. maybe you should stop by him." he advised her, shrugging.
Jessica ran out of her apartment, rushing to the neighbor's.
"At long last!" the boy sighed as soon as he saw her, moving away from the wall.
"What are you complaining about? At least he allowed you to blink! " she downplayed.
Malcolm's eyes went huge.
"Why, is there anyone to whom he has even prevented from doing that?" he was almost afraid to ask.
"Yes, but that day I pissed him off quite a bit." she brought up the memories.
"Jessica, he's in your apartment."
"I know. I don't know how long he's been there, but I know he's there. "
"What do you mean you know? Anyway, I think he arrived this morning. Do you remember what happened the last time he was there? "
Jessica knew that Malcolm was referring to when Killgrave had ordered poor Ruben to kill himself, but she associated Kevin's last visit with far more pleasant and hot memories.
- I am totally disgusting myself . - she denigrated herself.
"It's complicated, you wouldn't understand. Anyway ... he won't be a danger, not for you, not this time, at least I hope. " the girl muttered.
"You are not going to him alone, Jess." Malcolm was alarmed.
"He… he doesn't control me anymore, I can swear to you. As I told you, it's complicated. Trust me, please, and don't ask questions, but most of all don't come to my apartment or I'll ask him to make you stare at the wall until dawn!" she left, leaving him perplexed.
She returned to his apartment, finding Kevin exactly where she had left him.
"Speaking of the show you have prepared, when exactly is the time?" she asked, unable to suppress a yawn.
"Midnight, where it's supposed to happen, which means one in the morning here." he informed her, deliberately creating an aura of mystery.
"I don't know what you have in mind yet, but at least I have time to sleep for a few hours," she replied, walking to her room. "Stay, if you want to stay, or come back later, if you prefer ... the most important thing is that you stay the fuck away from my room!" she forced him, making him laugh.
And while she slept on the bed, settling back on the sofa, he chose to stay, taking the opportunity to continue reading.
At midnight and a half a fresh and rested Jessica came back to the room and found Kevin still on the sofa a step away from finishing the book.
"You look almost innocent like that." she murmured, stretching, before sitting down beside him.
He just smiled at her, continuing to read.
"I still have half an hour left before despairing over whatever horrible thing you've done, I might as well spend it under the illusion that everything is fine." she muttered. "What should I expect? Someone to knock on my door and kill themselves in front of my eyes? Or them trying to kill me? A box with pieces of bodies inside? "
"It's useless for you to insist, I won't reveal anything." he chuckled. "But you'd better keep your mobile close."
Jessica followed the advice and at one o'clock, she saw the display light up, with a request for a video call.
"But it's Hope!" the Detective exclaimed in awe, looking at Kevin who smiled slyly, before accepting the call.
It was Hope, yes, but she didn't look like her, she was much more smiling, beaming, but above all she was looking at her as if she didn't know her.
"Hope, how are you? Where are you?" Jessica asked worriedly.
"Are you Jessica Jones?" Hope asked and the brunette nodded, even more perplexed.
"I don't know who you are, but Killgrave wanted me to call you to tell you I'm fine." the blonde explained . "My brother Owen and I are going to get through the tragic death of our parents… that damn elevator that crashed with them inside. It still hurts to think about it, but it wasn't anyone's fault, it could have happened to anyone. " the girl continued.
Jessica looked questioningly at Kevin as she listened.
"Hope, but what?"
"Owen and I will be each other's strength and we will make it." Hope said, hugging her brother, who then waved his hand in greeting, looking towards the camera, with her. "You don't have to worry about me, Jessica. I'll be fine, goodbye. " she ended the call.
"What does it mean?" the detective asked, still incredulous.
"Remember that thanks to the enhancements I made my alterations on the other people's memories have a perennial duration?" Killgrave gave her a clue.
"You made Hope forget you met me and then made her smile like that and tell me she's okay? And that… that was really his brother! " she muttered, more and more confused.
"Believe me or not, but the smiles and her good mood were genuine. And I wouldn't be so surprised, I took away from her the burden of having killed her parents. " he decided to reveal it to her.
Jessica's eyes widened beyond belief.
"What did you do?"
"You heard me. It certainly doesn't make sense to take that memory away from her if it remains in all the rest of the people, do you think so? " he winked at her.
"Do you mean that…"
"Why don't you call that nice friend of yours, the woman lawyer and ask her about Hope? I'll telI you what, I guess she is still awake and very active at this hour. " Kevin chuckled.
Jessica didn't let him repeat that and dialed that number.
"What do you want?" the Hogarth barked on the other side.
"Did you hear that Hope was released from prison?" Jessica tested her, with Kevin coming close to listen.
"Who?! Jessica, aren't you way too grown up to still make prank calls? If you have to disturb me, at least do it for serious reasons, not for silly stories you make up! " the woman snapped, hanging up.
"She didn't even know what I was talking about ..." Jessica muttered, staring at the now blank display.
"Certainly not anymore, after I spoke to her, just as all the editorial offices of the city, which I personally visited, from the main ones to the most useless one, you can never be too sure The Hope Shlottman case never existed. She has never committed any crime, nor has she ever been in prison. As for the rest of the people, they'll quickly forget something if it is no longer talked about or as soon as a new crime story arises, but those who should have forgotten, trust me, they have forgotten. Of course, the only exception I made was for Patsy, I know that she will keep her mouth shut and then I would say that I have messed with her mind enough. " he explained.
"She keeps making me extremely worried, but I will deal with her in other ways. Of course, when I tell her everything, maybe she'll be a little grateful to you for not tampering with her memories… that thing about the three days of serenity, she didn't take that very well, you know? " she told him, only to return to a question that was important to her. "So, in summary, you got Hope released, you erased the memory and evidence of what happened ... and you even took Hope back home?"
"Sure I did, and you have no idea of how she was the main topic was, on everyone's lips, this before I properly intervened." he grinned. "First I talked to her brother then ... well, a microphone in the middle of the square and all Omaha was listening to me!" he informed her, all smug.
"Have you controlled ... a whole town?" she asked, shivering.
"It's incredible, isn't it?" he showed a toothy smile.
"For fuck's sake, Kevin! I asked you to stop experimenting! " she snarled accusingly as she got up from the couch, but he immediately pulled her to him, grabbing her arm.
"And I did, believe me or not! But this is the consequence of the last injection I had, before you asked me. That substance must act over time. My range of action has definitely increased, I still don't know how to quantify it. " he informed her.
"One day you'll go on the radio and say 'Hey, New York, go to the tallest building and jump!'" she grow alarmed.
"Maybe it could be the 'Trish Talk', can you imagine the audienceI would make her get?" the persuader chuckled.
"Killgrave, I'm not kidding!" the detective snapped , though she didn't part from him.
"And neither do I." the man looked at her seriously.
"What you've done these days ... the way you've abused your power, the incalculable number of minds you've manipulated, your plan studied in every detail ..." she summarized, raising a hand to him.
He expected a slap, but was surprised when it turned out to be a caress, with a smile that softened the brunette's features, as it rarely happened. "And you did it just to make a girl happy."
He pushed his face further into her hand, stroking her wrist.
"It is you. The girl I wanted to make happy is you, certainly not her. Everything I do, I do it for you, Jessica. " he murmured, looking at her in a way that made her feel her soul bared.
It was him who walked away first, getting up and picking up his blue jacket that he had left on a chair.
"I let you imagine what a waste of energy it was for me to do all this. As you slept before, I think I'll go to bed too, I definitely need some rest. " he yawned, stepping out and leaving her stunned.
However, Jessica couldn't ignore it: what Killgrave did would have consequences. Inevitable ones.
She waited for him to finish taking the elevator and then she went out as well.
She had work to do.
Kevin was for sure in the full rem phase of a fulfilling dream.
Obviously the protagonist could only be one.
Jessica was kissing his neck in that way that drove him crazy, alternating hickeys with light bites, before moving down his throat, chest, his hardly pronounced abs and then towards his stomach.
With each movement he felt the freshness of her hair touch him, but it wasn't just that. There was also a silky fabric that caressed his skin, perhaps satin.
Still keeping his eyes closed, he moaned happily as he felt her hand caress his manhood through his boxers, the only garment he wore.
"Kevin ..." he heard her whisper.
"Jessica ..." he replied in his sleep, arching his back, only to feel a pinch on his nipple.
The pain, while instantaneous, was so real that he opened his eyes.
"Ouch!" he moaned, trying to sit up, but it was as if there was a slight weight to prevent him.
He looked down, focusing on the cause of everything.
"Well, well, you're hard to wake up!" Jessica chuckled, then put her hand back between his thighs. "And I didn't use 'hard' just as a causal word!" she added mischievously.
"Jessica?" he asked, still a little dazed. "So ... it wasn't just a dream." he murmured. "And you're wearing that babydoll too." he did not fail to notice with a more elaborate look.
After all, it was now ten in the morning and daylight was filtering through the windows, giving him a sufficient view.
"I reserve it for special occasions, you should know." she answered, getting out of bed.
"So this would be a special occasion? Why?" he asked her, not understanding why she had gone away, then he saw her fiddling with her bag.
"Sure it is. I'm rewarding you, don't get used to it because it won't happen often. " she replied, walking back to him, holding some things in her hand. "You have no idea how many shops I checked to find one," she went on, showing him a bottle of violet liqueur.
"I didn't even know it existed!" Kevin laughed, taking that bottle of his favorite color in his hands and gazing at it.
"Neither did I, but I did some research and found that it does, I hope it tastes decent at least!" she rolled her eyes. "Then here we have blackberry jam and a bowl of blueberries. What do you say, is it purple enough? " she winked at him, putting everything down on the bed, before kissing him.
"Jessica, I… I don't know what to say." he murmured, ecstatic.
"Wait, I'm not done yet." she jumped out of bed again, this time to grab a video camera, place it on top of the television and switch it on.
It was probably the same one she'd used to try to get a confession out of him when she'd locked him up in that cage.
- Oh well, we're definitely going to use it now for something more fun!- he grinned.
"I owe you a sexy videotape, remember?" she explained. "Smile, for the camera!"
Having said that, she returned to him, as sinuous as a cat. She took a blueberry from the bowl and put it between her teeth, inviting him to take it away.
He bit into both the sweet fruit and those plump lips, grabbing another blueberry to drop it between her breasts.
He picked it up with her tongue as his slightly bristly chin rubbed against the precious black lace.
"I would say that blueberries have nothing to envy to stupid strawberries!" she moaned, and then laid him beneath her. "Wanna see if the jam is as good as the whipped cream?" she provoked him by taking the jar of jam and opening it.
She dipped two fingers in that purple jam, smearing his lips, before kissing them.
He repeated the process, this time spreading the jam over his chest and licking it off, her way.
"Oh, my god, Jessica ..." Kevin moaned, as he couldn't wait to try to do the same to her.
The girl seemed to sense this and got rid of the babydoll, saving it from any stains and remaining completely naked.
She laid down on the mattress, submissive, letting him make her his canvas, sprinkling her with purple on her shoulder, along her arms, over her breasts, along one thigh.
He stopped for a moment to observe her, admiring his work of art with satisfaction, enriching it with a few blueberries scattered over her body.
He began to clean her up by licking her thigh, up to her groin, and then plunging his tongue between her breasts and every remaining area.
Jessica burned with desire and did nothing to hide it, even though she wouldn't give herself that easily.
"You're not playing this game correctly!" she lunged at him, yanking his boxers. "Naked for naked!" she said, tearing them off, which made him wince.
He watched her expectantly as she retrieved the jar of jam.
She sprinkled it all along its length, already erect, rigid and vibrating, before pouncing on it, hungry and eager, licking and sucking, with the specific intent to drive him crazy.
"I wanted to come inside you first, but I don't think you'll make it easy for me ..." he protested ... if that could be called a protest, but it was enough to make her stop.
"I'm afraid you will have to revise your plans!" she smiled at him treacherously before returning to her business, adding her skilled hands to what she was doing with her mouth, which gave him no escape.
As he recovered, she took the opportunity to turn her attention to the violet liqueur.
"Let's taste this shit!" she shrugged, taking a sip straight from the neck of the bottle.
"How is it?" he asked, looking at her in rapture.
"Nothing to do with my beloved whiskey, but it's better than a stupid beer for sure!" she grimaced, before pouring some on his chest.
"This is much better." she cleaned his skin out with her tongue.
"Let me try it too!" he sat up, snatching the bottle from her hand.
He spread her legs, letting her sit in the middle, then wrapped a hand around her neck, making her tilt her head.
He took the bottle and poured the warm, slightly sticky liquid over her collarbone, letting it run down her body.
He licked, kissed and bit every inch of skin he had traced.
"I don't think I've ever drunk anything better." he whispered, pulling her to him for a kiss.
It was time to surrender and Jessica laid down, wrapping Kevin's neck with one hand to pull him over her.
He looked at her with a maniacal expression before kissing her voraciously as he positioned himself at the center of her femininity.
He penetrated her with determination, sure that Jessica was more than ready for him.
She arched herself up, harpooning his back with her legs and pushing herself even further against him.
Kevin began to move in her at an increasingly frenetic pace, encouraged by the girl's moans.
Skin to skin, breath to breath, eye to eye.
They reached the orgam in the same, satisfying moment, holding hands.
They abandoned themselves on the mattress, remaining like that, one next to the other, without saying anything.
Kevin was afraid he would spoil the moment if he spoke and Jessica was afraid of saying something too hard to admit.
After a time that seemed interminable, she got up, just to be able to stop the camera.
"As soon as I download it, you will have your copy of our videotape." she said, starting to gather her things, before going to take a shower in the adjacent bathroom.
"Do you realize that you just violated one of your essential rules and we made lo... err, had sex, in a bedroom? Precisely mine! " he pointed out, with no intention of covering himself.
In response, Jessica threw a handful of blueberries at him.
"Oh, please shut up!"
TBC
Notes:See what Killy dear has done for his Jessy? He deserved his prize at all, what do you say? ;)
I don't like Hope, the sacrifice was made by both me and Killy, lol XD
Funny that the one who wants to redeem himself is the Killgrave in the fluffy series that has already done every possible damage, while this one is putting a patch everywhere, but I assure you that he does not want to change at all, even when you see him doing other cute things
some easter eggs from the first season:
- That command not to blink Killgrave really gives it in episode 1x8 'AKA WWJD?' , my favorite, I'll never stop repeating it 3
- The phrase that Jessica speculates that Killgrave could say on the radio is taken from the 1x12 'AKA Take a bloody number' and I have always seen an easter egg in it at the first Tenth Doctor's Christmas Special (Christmas Invasion), when very unpleasant aliens threaten to make the humans throw themselves off the buildings
I hope you liked it...