This was supposed to be posted for the Flufftober but I stopped since I saw that no one, I mean, NO ONE cared and I really hadn't time to spend even on this platform , uselessly, in just one month.

I'm doing it now, but still have zero expectations

Summary:

Another Missing Moment of 'Best Intentions, Wrong Ways!' probable sequel of 'AKA Never gonna leave this sofa'
Take Jessica, Killgrave, a night together, one not playing fair, the other not easily forgiving.
The result? It's inside this (extra fluffy) one shot!
Written for the 'Flufftober 2021' Prompt 10: Pillow fight

Notes:

WARNING: Fluff. Lots of fluff. Seriously, I can't resist with those two...

IMPORTANT: if you like those stories where Killgrave is pictured 1000000 times worse than he appeared in the series, stay the hell away from my fics, especially this series... because I strongly believe in his better version (it's something I REALLY saw in him), blame me for this.

This story belongs to 'Best intentions, Wrong Ways!' universe, but I preferred not to post it as a chapter there because more or less there's a chronological order and this moment happens ahead in the future, but there's no spoiler about what I still have to post as future chapters ;)

I really couldn't wait for this prompt to come, those two were simply perfect for this XD

AKA Fucking Cheater, Drown in Feathers!

If Kevin has already been happy to have dinner with Jessica and find her in such a good mood, inclined to chat more than usual, and not just about work, when he sees her following him into his bedroom he almost doesn't believe in his luck.

"Are you trying to tell me something, my darling?" He smiles at her as he opens the door, takes off his shoes and changes his wisteria shirt for a more comfortable purple T-shirt, also wearing his silky pinstripe white and blu pajama pants, before laying down on the bed.

"Only that today you were pretty good with that investigation and therefore, as a reward, I will spend the evening with you ... and I mean just the evening, before you get strange ideas." she points out, imitating his actions, save for the fact she doesn't have pajamas to wear, so she keeps her clothes on.

"Spend the evening together as a couple?" he raises his right eyebrow, looking sexy.

"Spend an evening together like two who can stand each other long enough not to kill each other!" Jessica corrects him.

"I see no difference, my darling."

Kevin must always have the last word.

"So, what do you want to do?" he asks her.

"I don't know, let's just watch some TV." She makes herself comfortable, taking advantage of all the cushions at her disposal.

In every shade and pattern of purple, of course, as well as the bedspread, but Jessica tries to get over it.
At least the sheets are white.

Kevin turns on the TV on the start of a romantic film, but Jessica immediately grimaces in disgust, steals the remote and lands on a channel where there is a horror movie, in the midst of a gory scene, which stirs the enthusiasm of the girl, but certainly not his, which turns channel quickly.

After a little more zapping that does not reconcile the tastes of both, they tune in to a channel where there is a prize quiz with questions of general knowledge.

"If I remember correctly, you like quizzes." Kevin comments.

"You remember well. Leave it here, indeed, let's make a competition to see who answers the most questions. " she challenges him.

"Oooh I like it, but let's make it more interesting: what's at stake?" he asks, intrigued.

"If I win, you will clean the house and cook tomorrow, instead of Ingrid and Daniel," she suggests.

"And if I win, you give me another one of those turkey before going to oven-style massages!" he suggests.

"Deal!" she approves, shaking the hand he held out to seal the bet.

The first question is about capitals in the world, there is no multiple choice, you have to answer on the spot.

"The Capital of Australia," the host asks as time goes by.

"Sidney!" Jessica falls into the classic trap, as does the competitor.

"Canberra." Kevin answers correctly, at the same time.

"Fuck, that's right!" Jessica swears, making him laugh.

With the questions about directors and cinema both are doing quite well, beyond one that has to do with a peculiarity so rare that only Kevin seems to know the answer, then confirmed by the host.

"It's not that the last injection your father gave you also gave you Super Intelligence, right?" the detective looks at him worriedly.

"Oh my love, you offend me this way. I've always had a brilliant mind! " he replies proudly as she just rolls her eyes.

The questions go on, we talk about animals, in particular the habitat of a not very common one.

"You want to answer B, which in my opinion is the correct one, but upon confirmation just change your mind and opt for C." he addresses the contestant Killgrave, as if he could communicate with him from the screen.

"I say A and add 'Stop being a fucking clown!'" Jessica teases him, but despite herself she has to change her mind when things go exactly like this.

The game goes on and the new competitor proves to be pretty good, until a question about 80s music that puts him in serious trouble.

"The answer is 'The Proclaimers' but you don't know. You would like to leave and save the prize pool, but in the end you tell yourself that you are there to play and risk everything. "

Jessica is almost terrified when she sees the contestant behave exactly like that, with those exact words.

"Shit, Killgrave, the power-up is fine but… you can't fucking control people on TV too… can you?" she pales as she asks, gulping down some saliva.

Killgrave purposely extends the moment before his answer, but after a few seconds of exhausting silence he pleases her.

"No, Jess, I can't do this. Also because this program is certainly not live. " he decides to reveal once and for all.

Jessica looks at him first, then at the television, then at him again and everything becomes clear to her.

"But then this is a replica!" she declares.

"You finally got there, dear my witty detective!" the handsome persuader makes fun of her. "I saw it just yesterday and, as you saw, I have a very good memory."

"That's why you answered right to everything, you, fucking cheater! Not to mention the fucking heart attack you almost gave me " she blurts out and her subsequent reaction can only be one.

She grabs one of the cushions, colour of Lambrusco, and slams it repeatedly against his face.

"Fucking Cheater, drown in feathers!" she keeps hitting him relentlessly, opening a gash in the fabric and seeing the first feathers flutter over him and onto the bedspread which she pulls away, leaving only the sheets.

"If anything, 'choke on ether, story-teller'!" Kevin corrects her, spitting out a few feathers as he tries to free himself.

A bit difficult, with her already straddling him and holding him between her marble thighs.

"Fuck Kevin, I knew you were a masochist, but not up to this point. Would you seriously prefer me asphyxiating you? Look, it would take me very little to satisfy you… "she mumbles, but at least she stops hitting him.

"No, I meant the rhyme ... this doesn't work!"

"Huh?" she frowns.

"Chater and feather are written the same, but the pronounciation is quite different, so it can't be a real rhyme." he he specifies, catching some breath.

That's before a new pillow arrives on him.

"So besides being a cheater, you're also a fucking fussy!" she growls, hitting him harder than before.

Kevin locks her wrists, but, of course, only because she's the one who lets him.

"I don't find it right," he protests. "If you still want to hit me, at least find a proper rhyme!"

Jessica pauses, but only for the time it takes her to think.

"You, nothing but a fucikng cheater, too bad I can't hit you with … sneakers!"

"Yes, much better!" he approves, before he gets a new dose of cushions, this time from a wisteria pillow with diagonal lines.

With difficulty he too manages to grab a pillow, dark purple with a pattern of flames.

"Anyway, nothing prevents me from defending myself," he replies.

"But first you have to pay the duty." she informs him.

"Huh?" he frowns.

"Before you can hit me, you have to find a suitable rhyme too." she puts him in trouble, or so he thinks.

It takes Kevin very little to develop one.

"Even if you are my Princess, I'm not going to leave you featherless!"

"Fuck! You're even better than me! " she recognizes, letting herself be hit by the pillow, so compliant that she even allows him to overturn roles.

The room is now a pile of feathers that still flutter as the two laugh like teenagers on a first date.

"Anyway ... I didn't want to play 'Rhyme and hit', in fact, I didn't even know it was a fucking game!" she protests, as they both lay down on the mattress, face-up, to catch their breath.

"Look, you've started it first." Kevin reminds her.

"Said the eternal ten-year-old boy!" counters the beautiful detective.

"Anyway, I won." Kevin declares.

"What?"

"The quiz, I answered right more times than you."

"Right answers, my ass! You already knew everything. '' she accuses him.

"The fact remains that I would have answered correctly to everything anyway," he struts.

Jessica grabs another of the left pillows, this time half purple, half black.

"No please, anything but not that pillow, I love it too much, it reminds me of us," he murmurs, and despite her intentions, she softens.

"Okay," she pleases him, leaving that pillow intact and grabbing a damasked purple one.

He nods in approval and she attacks him once more, hitting him over and over again.

"Cheater, liar, pompous ass, I don't believe you!"

"Okay, okay, maybe I would have got some answer wrong ..." he mutters, half buried by the pillows, before resurfacing with his head, looking for air.

"Some?" she cornered him.

"Alright then. Most of the answers. More or less like you. No, I sure would have done better than you. So come on, give me a turkey treat, "he winks.

"Sure, I'll put you into an oven at one hundred and eighty degrees, whenever you want!" she growls. "It's you who should clean up the house and wash the dishes!"

"I don't bloody think so, until proven otherwise I didn't lose."

"But you haven't even won!"

"Neither have you, my darling."

A few moments of silence follow, where they can still see a few feathers fluttering in midair.

"How about we declare equality and you stay here with me tonight?" he relaunches, turning off the TV.

"Okay, but just and only to sleep!" she specifies, slipping under the sheets.

Since being in that house, Jessica has already done it once.
She will never admit it, even under torture, but she liked it.
What is certain is that she can do it again.
She wants to do it again.

"As you wish, but ... are sure that it's only to sleep, without even a ..." the persuader pushes his luck.

"Come here, cuddly cheater!" Jessica pulls him to her, for a long kiss that she knows how to put an end to before things get too hot.

"I would say this far exceeds the goodnight kiss." Kevin chuckles, satisfied.

"Fuck, no! By now I learned to appreciate them, so give it to me! " she comes closer and he kisses her forehead.

"Goodnight, Jess!" he is about to turn off the light.

"I don't envy poor Ingrid who will have to clean up this mess tomorrow!" Jessica pretends to regret.

This is before breaking and shaking even the second Lambrusco coloured pillow to its last feather.

Kevin looks at her questioningly.

"Well, it was a set of two, wasn't it? Could I have left that poor pillow orphaned? " she justifies himself, getting back under the sheets and turning off the light.

"Sometimes I wonder which of us really is the heinous super villain ..."

"Goodnight, Kevin!" Jessica cuts short, hearing him laugh in the dark.

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THE END

Notes:

In the question about music, 'The Proclaimers' are David's favourite band, so I just had to put this tiny Easter Egg ;)

LOL, the more I write about those two, the more I find everuthing SO canon, although is 2000 miles away from the dark atmosphere of the TV series, lol why? ^^'

Feel free to throw stones at me... even if I would prefer feathers ;P