Summary:

Another missing moment from 'Balance'
Jessica sets the rules of a game and Killgave never refuses a challenge.
Written for the 'Flufftober 2021' Prompt 21: Knuckles kiss

Notes:

Here I am with the umpteenth J/K story no one (but me) cares about ...
I'm not complianing, just stating the truth, have a look on my dashboard and prove me wrong... :'(

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 'Balance' universe, it's a sequel of 'AKA What Women Want' and 'AKA The Beauty in the Beast', but it's not so necessary to read those ones too (but please, do, I find them cute as well and no one has given me feedback about them so far :/ )

AKA Trigger me

"I shouldn't be here." Jessica muttered, but her feet were leading her to Killgrave's bedroom instead of the front door.

"Aren't you tired of this inner struggle of yours yet? You know you always lose it! " Killgrave chuckled as he led the way.

Not that she needed him to guide her.

Another fact that should have alarmed her not a little.

"I shouldn't be spending another night with you." Jessica continued as she took off her shoes before crawling under the covers.

"Some people count sheeps to fall asleep, I think it's enough for me to count all the times you've said so, chèrie." Kevin pointed out, who was already under the covers.

Jessica ignored his sharp joke and turned her head to his, facing his gaze.

"We absolutely shouldn't have sex tonight." she declared.

Kevin wondered for a few seconds if hers was an attempt at reverse psychology or if she was trying to test him.

"You're right, Jessica, we're not having sex tonight." he approved.

"What the fuck did you just say?" was the detective's calm reaction.

"You heard me. What could I ask for better than another opportunity to show you that I don't aim to be with you only on a sexual level? " he smiled at her.

- Why did he start acting like a fucking ascetic? Why just tonight? - Jessica wondered, frustrated.

"So we're not having sex tonight, are we? " she looked at him skeptically.

"Nope, absolutely." he affirmed, serious and resolute.

"Oh well, if that is the case ..." she muttered, getting up to undo her jeans, take them off and take off her T-shirt too. "Goodnight, Kevin!" Jessica came back under the covers, from where, seconds later, he saw her pull out an arm to throw her panties and bra to the floor as well.

She was completely naked, in the bed of a severely tested Kevin.

- Bloody Hell! What the hell did I think of?- he cursed himself, blocking her wrist, when she was one step away from turning off the light.

"Wait a minute! I said no sex, but we could do… other things. "

"Other things?" she looked at him intrigued, while remaining covered.

"I don't need sex to ignite you, I've already proved that to you once." he declared.

Jessica recalled one by one all the sensations he had made her feel on the sofa in her house that afternoon when he wanted to take her mind off what she had just discovered about Trish.
She had melted like snow in the sun, in his oh-so-skillful hands, but this time she would hold the reins of command.

"Okay, then let's play a game." she proposed.

"A game?" he arched an eyebrow.

"Yup. I am the bomb: trigger me. " she challenged him. "But there are rules, otherwise it would be too easy."

"I'm listening to you." Kevin looked at her, even more intrigued.

"You can't call me 'chèrie', that damned nickname is very dangerous. And no kisses on the mouth. My breasts are off limits as well and since you have openly declared that you want to practice fasting, "she continued, kicking off the covers and exposing herself to him in total nakedness, with her legs spread. "No main course."

Kevin was devouring her with his eyes, but he liked challenges and he certainly wouldn't hold back.

"As you want, Jessica." He accepted. "But it's nice to play on equal terms, don't you think?" he said, undoing his shirt and throwing it on the chair. "It's a Hugo Boss, you can't expect me to throw it on the floor." he stole a smile from her, but Jessica lost all desire to laugh when he also took off his boxers, remaining completely naked, like her.

"I like to play on equal terms." She tried to keep cool.

"So you too can see how much I'll like the things I'm about to do to you."

He approached her, kissing her right ear, because perhaps the left one would have brought up too many bad memories. After all, he was almost on the verge of having her cut it off.

He nibbled her earlobe, at first squeezing it only between his lips, without teeth, then sucking it, finally biting into it the soft way, while two fingers caressed her upper part.
If it already seemed to be a very sensitive part of Jessica, when he stuck his hot tongue inside her ear, she let out a moan.

- Ah-ah, dear my bomb: I started lighting your fuse.- He gloated internally, satisfied, determined to continue his business, but she pushed him away.

"Okay, I underestimated you. Even ears are banned, fuck, it's dangerous there too! " she recognized.

"Okay, then let's move on to something more innocent." he decided, walking back to his side of the bed. "Stretch me a foot." he said to her and she didn't let him repeat it, placing her right ankle on his lap.

Using his thumb and middle finger he began to gently massage her heel, forefoot and toes. He showed her that he was in no hurry, dedicating even more than five minutes to that activity.

If those particular attentions already triggered something inside her, the fact that he just got glimpses of her intrigued her not a little. Mostly he was intent on looking at her foot, but when she least expected it he would look up and chain his big dark eyes to her hazel green ones and she could read all his desire inside.
A sexy smile spread over his face as he watched her, adding fuel to the fire.

"More delicate or stronger?" he asked suddenly.

"You remember my powers, right? What's the matter? Are you afraid of breaking me?" She gave him the answer, in her own way.

When he increased the intensity, she had to bite her lip.

He really knew how to do it.

Then suddenly he groaned as he massaged her, another low blow for her.
Jessica's gaze slid across his lap, where his penis was starting to stand out.
He was definitely enjoying it too.

He took her ankle with both hands and brought her foot to his mouth, beginning to kiss her fingertips, kisses soft, dry, tongue-free, doing nothing that would make her uncomfortable.
He continued to place delicate and reverent kisses on the back of her foot as well, while his hand stroked her palm, alternating rhythm and pressure with skilful mastery.

"Holy shit!" Jessica moaned, feeling an all too pleasant warmth in her lower abdomen, a sign that Killgrave was winning.

"Where the fuck did you learn that? Have you watched a documentary on fetishists or something? " she asked, as he began to kiss her ankle, his kisses now a little wetter.

"Nope, but years before I met you I was with a masseuse and I learned ... things." he revealed to her, interrupting his activity, to look at her. "I can tell you, you won't be jealous, will you?" he provoked her further, kissing her ankle again, bringing her tongue into play as well.

"I-I don't give a fuck about you!" she barked, shaken by shudders.

"You're right, you don't give a fuck about me. You just want to fuck me!" he countered, amused, surprising her further.

He could tell by the way she was looking at him.

"What is it, you didn't expect it?"

"You talking dirty to me? Fuck, no… and it's hot too, shit! I should have put it on the forbidden list… "she bit her lip again.

"But you didn't!" Kevin chuckled. "Come on, give me the other foot too."

"No fucking way, one is already enough!" she declared.

They sat down facing each other and he took her hand in his, stroking the back, palm and fingers as he had done with her foot.

Something extremely relaxing.

He brought her hand to his mouth, but only to kiss her knuckles, one by one, lingering as much as possible on each of them.

"I finally found a zone that doesn't trigger me," Jessica chuckled. "But it's very sweet ... and maybe that's even worse." she admitted as she looked at him, taking advantage of the fact that he was focused on her fingers.

-Why the fuck did I set the rule that we can't kiss on the mouth?- she cursed herself.

"Kevin, can you explain to me why in those months between you and me there was never any of this but just a long and fucking nightmare, with your fucking Kingdom of Terror?" she asked him and he knew that the time for games was over.

"Because in those months I didn't know how to manage you, so I chose the worst way." he answered seriously, getting up to get dressed and she decided to do the same. "I was afraid of giving you too much freedom and losing you ... so I didn't give you any at all."

"There were times when you tried not to control me, when it was just you and me, when there was no risk… but it was still too little. And in those moments when I was out of control I just wanted to get away from you, before you went back to locking up my mind once more. "

"I know, I got it all wrong with you, but I'm learning now, will you give me a way to fix it?" he took her hands in his again, closing them in prayer and kissing her knuckles.

"Don't waste your one chance, Kevin." she looked at him seriously.

"I will not do that." he looked at her even more seriously, before letting go of her hands and moving away from her.

A long silence fell between them, a heavy one, and Kevin somehow tried to break it.

"Next time we will play another game: I will list all the things for which I have to apologize and for each of them you can insult me as you please." he suggested.

"Oh, I like it. And can I also hit you? " she reinforced the message, but in her heart she was happy that they had started talking again.

"I guess I deserve that, too." he sighed.

"You guess right." She did not take pity on him. "Do we want to play another game?" she asked a few moments later.

"Of course."

"Don't ever make me relive the past again."

Another kiss on the knuckles before she knew it.

"It's not a game, it's a promise I make to you for all my life, Jessica."

"It will be better for you." she looked at him suspiciously, narrowing her eyes.

Another silence, another need to undo it, this time on Jessica's part.

"And anyway it's fifty-five past eleven."

"I know how to look at the clock too, Jessica." Kevin played naive.

"I mean ... we had said: 'we're not having sex tonight.' Well, technically it will be midnight in five minutes, so… "she tried to be even more direct.

Killgrave chuckled and slid closer to her, but only to kiss her on the cheek.

"Bonne nuit, mon petite!" he whispered, turning off the light.

Jessica would fall asleep filled with the most Machiavellian plans for revenge.

Left like this, triggered and unsatisfied.

- And he gave me goodnight in French too, the bastard, because he knows very well the effect it has on me. But he'll pay for it, he's going to so fucking pay for it!-

THE END

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