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Chapter IV: When past surfaces
Jessica's POV
I get up from the table, about to reach the stairs, but he stops me.
"Where are you going?"
"It seems obvious to me: in my room, waiting for dinner time." I turn to look at him.
That adorable pout again. Mine.
"But… I thought we were going to wait together," he mumbles, moving into the living room. "Even just to read a book, you had a pretty well-stocked library." he continues, taking one at random and putting himself on the red sofa.
"Okay, pain in the ass, I may as well stay with you, but, hell nope, I'm not going to follow your example, I can do something more stimulating ... or at least I think, it's up to you."
Oh, shit, I'm only now realizing the ambiguous way this fucking sentence came out of me.
As a matter of fact, Killgrave looks at me in amazement, before throwing the book on the floor and lying down on the sofa, with a wink.
Fuck, I really am a sex bomb when I am in a horny mood!
"Oh, my darling, but if you want to do certain things with me, just ask ..." he murmurs in a flirty tone that I haven't used in a long time.
I smile and move towards him slowly, my eyes, chained to his, okay, that is the opposite ... oh for fuck's sake!
When I reach him, I also lean towards him, as if to want to kiss him and he falls into my trap with both feet, leaning towards me ... poor delusional boy… girl, whatever.
I step back in time and continue on my way, going to collect the book, the real goal I was aiming for, while he looks at me confused and embittered.
"Idiot!" I roll my eyes, throwing the book at him badly, hitting him in the side. "I didn't mean that! Keep reading your book… " I say, opening the cabinet under the TV.
Oh, Killgrave, I could almost hug you! I said 'almost'.
"Alright! There's the PS2 console and a handful of video games as well! " I rejoice, turning towards him, who finally understands.
"It was the early 2000s and you were two brothers ... so either that or Nintendo, I guessed!" he shrugs.
"To tell you the truth, neither of us, we only had a ramshackle game boy, just one in two to share!"
I'd better not think about what that damn gameboy brought to or I might burst into tears in front of him.
"Glad I let my instincts do it, then," I hear his reply, as I turn my back to connect the console to the TV.
"Let's see," I browse through the proposals that are presented to me. "A boring game of chess, football," I snort, "A stupid space shootout or a really cool bloody battle, what could I possibly want?"
"There was also a game about Disney Princesses, you know?" he informs me.
I turn back in his direction.
"I would have made you eat it if you had bought it for me!" I reduce my eyes to two slits.
Come to think of it, Killgrave also wanted to feed the cell phone to the policeman who dared to disturb him at the police station.
Oh fuck, not even a day in his body and I act like him? No, fuck no.
"I know you wouldn't like it," he takes me away from my thoughts. "Well, then indulge in unbridled fun with the bloody battle."
"Are you not going to play?" I ask him and at the same time I wonder why, why should I care?
The way he looks at me makes me figure out he must be as amazed as I am.
"I could never spend my free time in such inelegant activities ... I'm going back to my book!" he shrugs, with a snobbish air that I have never shown in my life.
Yet there is something, it is as if he wanted to do me a favor by staying aside.
Okay, I must have gotten drunk on that very little whiskey I drank: Killgrave caring for me? Oh, let's not say bullshit!
I sit on the floor, pulling cushions from the sofa at me.
"Look, so as not to disturb you, I'll put the headphones on!" I plug in the earphones before starting the game.
What's this? Now am I being nice to him, too?
Let's play, which is better.
Time seems to fly, this game is just as exciting as I remembered.
Judging by the level I have reached, at least forty minutes must have passed already.
Another hour and we'll have dinner.
"You're having fun aren't you?" I hear him ask me from behind.
I pause and turn to the ruin of my life.
He too devoured a good number of pages from that book.
"Oh yes, practically there are American troops sent to the Middle East to guarantee peace, but China does not take it well and sends their men and then it is a declared war," I begin to explain to him all excited and I notice a certain interest also from his part. I also go on to explain to him the various functionalities and specializations of the soldiers.
"Come on, why don't you try? Keeping the peace can be very elegant and it takes me only a moment to change the number of players, " I explain, fumbling with the settings and handing him the second Joystick.
He curls up gracefully on one of the pillows, legs tightly together.
He will never admit it but he must find that dress very uncomfortable.
"Obviously, only if you like, I would never want to make you nervous and find myself with the joystick crumbling as if it were made of polystyrene." I'm going to make sure.
"You see I didn't destroy the book, right? I'm very relaxed. " he confirms.
He learns the rules and commands pretty quickly, and within half an hour he is trapped in my own vortex.
We are a very well-knit team, but I'd swallow my tongue rather than tell him.
"But… that's not fair! That enemy was already dead, I killed him two minutes ago, why didn't he stay dead? " he complains.
"Tell me, I know someone who should have been fucking dead after being hit by a bus but didn't seem to think so!" I can't stop myself from telling him.
In response, he stops covering my back and the enemy on the screen takes advantage of it to kill me.
"Hey!" I give him a fiery glare.
"Oops, sorry!" he replies, with all the sarcasm of which he is… of which I am capable. "It hurts, right, Jessi? And think that that's just a game! "
He definitely didn't take it well, while we declare the game officially in game over.
"If you expect me to apologize for what happened that night you can die of old age, although I hope you do it in your fucking body!" I snort, impassive, but he just seems amused.
"I don't want excuses. Rather, let's change the game? A quick game of Pro Evolution Soccer? " he suggests to me.
Why not?
"United States versus England?" I agree, inserting the relative box. "Get ready, I'll kick your ass with stars and stripes!"
Killgrave's POV
It really was a fun hour.
Of course, I was used to doing many other things with my Jessica to entertain us, and for a moment she even made me believe it, but even so ... it was like being a child again, a happy child, I mean.
After all, who has ever played with me? When I had a family it was just strict discipline, warnings, tests and more that I'd rather forget.
Oh, Jess, you don't know the good that being around you does me.
Pausing too long to look at her, it costs me to have the ball stolen and watch a goal from the counterattack, but to see how she rejoices I think it was worth it.
My eye falls on the clock which indicates it's dinner time.
We put everything in order, we go to wash our hands and we go to the dining room.
I'm about to precede her, then I remember that it makes more sense for her to lead me, at least in the eyes of Alva and Laurent.
Oh well, it would make sense anyway, it's been Jessica's home for almost half of her life, she'll remember where the rooms are.
We sit down at the table.
Obviously there is a bottle of excellent red wine, but after the little misadventure she had with whiskey I don't think Jessica will honor it that much.
On the other hand, I gladly fill a glass, it's also in her character: Jessica doesn't like being served.
"That's exactly what I would have done," she whispers, proving me right.
Alva brings us the appetizers: foie gras canapés.
No doubt about it, Laurent has now learned to know me.
I'm sorry for you, dear Jessi: you were hoping to make a mistake by taking off the Amatriciana pasta, but you haven't reckoned with my Chef who has other alternatives to please me. And anyway, judging by how you're enjoying them, I'd say you appreciate them too.
Do I really have that ecstatic expression when I eat something I like?
"Can you fucking stop staring at me?" she protests, mouth full.
What an indecent sight.
"I couldn't help. Admit it, in those months with me I refined that discount food palate at least a little," I tease her, tasting the first canapé.
"Bullshits!" she mutters, taking the third. "The truth is I'm starving, I'd eat anything!"
She does everything to not give me satisfaction.
So typical of her.
"Super Strength and Mind Control in the same house ... even if reversed, we're still a pretty explosive mix, don't you think?" I start talking again, after the second canapé.
"We said dinner together, okay, we never mentioned that we had to talk! '" She snaps.
"Come on, Jess, a little conversation has never killed anyone!"
"But you, with your words ... you can't say the same!"
Pungent, as usual.
"Oh well, think about it, you have a chance to show me a better use of my power as long as we're in this situation!"
I would love to see you at work, Jess, I might as well learn from it.
"I hadn't thought about it… and in any case I hope to use your power as little as possible. As for you ... don't you dare use mine for evil things! " she threatens me with her fork reaching out to me.
"Oh, do you really have such a bad opinion of me? Do you think that now that I have your Super Strength I will aim to conquer the world? I could have done it with my power already, don't you think? I don't care about the world, Jessica. I only care about you. " I lean forward with one elbow on the table and the hand holding my chin, push the fork that she is still using as a weapon away from me and look deeply into her eyes, even if they are mine.
She doesn't say anything for a few seconds, then she steals a canapé from my plate and shoves it into my mouth.
"Chew more and do less fucking romance!" She looks at me grimly.
Play hard if you please, too bad for you that I know very well the expressions on my face, so I know that what I said has impressed you.
"Oooh, Filet Mignon de porc au Roquefort!" I rejoice as soon as the second course arrives on the table.
I haven't eaten one for a long time, I chose this Chef really well.
This time I realize it's Jessica staring at me as we cut the fillet.
"What's up?" I ask her. "Not to your liking?"
"No… that's not it. Could you repeat the name of the dish?" She urges me and I satisfy her.
"Damn. When and if I return to my body, I will have to take French lessons. I can't say half a word on my own and instead look now at what you're saying! " she admits.
"Do you like it when I speak French, ma petite?" I persuasively wink.
"I love it when I speak French!" she corrects me. "I would have one more card to play when I flirt with people in bars."
"As if you needed an extra card ... wait a minute!" I record all the information she gave me and I almost let my fork fall. "What is this story you flirt with people in bars ?!"
"I don't owe you any fucking explanation!" she replies sourly, but I seize the opportunity.
"Is that where you met Luke?"
From the way she starts and looks at me, I understand that I have hit a nerve.
"How the fuck do you know about Luke?" She frowns in a grim expression.
"Patsy has a long tongue. So it's true, you've been exchanging bodily fluids with another one lately. " I growl, squeezing the glass a little too hard, and it shatters in my hand, now bloodied.
Alva immediately rushes with disinfectant and gauze to medicate me.
"Thanks, but it's just a small scratch, a little hiccup."
"Did Mr. Killgrave make you angry, Miss? " the maid worries.
"As if it were the first time" Jessica rolls her eyes and Alva looks at us confused.
From her perspective she is seeing her employer acknowledging his faults.
Phew, as if I had any!
"Super Strength and anger is not a great match, you know by now," Jessica teases me as soon as Alva leaves us alone.
"Your closet and your kitchen know something about it..." I make her smile, but she immediately comes back frowning.
"Anyway, whatever I do with whoever I want is my fucking business!"
"You are mine." I affirm in a tone that does not allow for replies.
"Convince yourself that I am." She raises the third finger.
"More like convince yourself that you aren't." I counter.
My darling, the last word must always be mine, surrender.
(End I)
Notes:I want to clarify it: neither Sony nor Nintendo XD pay me, on the contrary, I would not even have expected to write one day about Jessica and Killgrave having fun with video games, but these characters have been doing everything on their own for more than two years ^^ '
Don't miss next part: some important events are coming ...
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