WARNING: Fluff. Lots of fluff.
Seriously, I think this is the fluffiest J/K story I wrote so far 3 I can't resist with those two...
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 ;)
AKA Never gonna leave this sofa
Jessica struggles to wake up that morning.
It's one of those cold days of late November that make you just want to stay warm, under the covers.
Besides, it's Sunday.
She gets out of bed, puts on her sweatshirt and opens the window. The sky is leaden and the air is so cold that it threatens snow.
"Fuck, it's so cold!" Jessica swears and immediately closes the window, rubbing her forearms.
-I could go to Kevin's room and jump on his bed and let him warm me up a bit… wait. And where the fuck do these unhealthy thoughts come from?- the detective is stunned by herself, as she goes back to bed, looking for warmth under the blanket.
- One thing is to kiss him, to appreciate him when he does something good and commendable, to have slept a night with him ... Shit, no, on second thought, Jessica, even that is not good at all. But wanting some cuddles from Killgrave ?! Cuddles, some fucking cuddles, I never want fucking cuddles, it's serious, it would mean that ... Holy shit, why can't I just want a healthy shag with him? Oh well, not that I don't want it ...- she bites her lip in confusion. - From bad to worse, let's go take a shower, so I get these dangerous thoughts out of my head ... and given the sick nature of these thoughts, fuck, let's take it cold!-
In the middle of November.
-
If the shower has had some effect, when, after breakfast, she finds Killgrave in the living room, Jessica is in deep trouble again.
The persuader is sitting on the large anthracite-colored corner sofa, with his long legs stretched out on a pouf, while reading the newspaper.
First the New York Times and then the London Times, of which a copy is always brought.
He likes to know what happens in his native country.
The problem is not so much what he is doing, but how he is dressed.
He wears a sumptuous blue velvet chamber jacket, a cross between midnight blue and dark purple, loosely tied with a belt at the waist. The lapels are in silk, with an oriental pattern on a wisteria background edged in ocher yellow, also used on the cuffs.
In all of this, however, Jessica sees one thing only.
-Fuck! He looks so warm, soft and cuddly.-
Meanwhile, her presence is noticed.
"Jessica, good morning." he greets her cordially.
She just responds with a nervous snap of her hand.
"Can I?" she asks, a minute later, pointing to the sofa.
"It's not like you to ask me for permission. I expected you to slouch here, unceremoniously; to tell the truth, I also expected you to chase me away, in a bad way. " he mumbles.
Jessica, as a matter of fact, comfortably spreads out on the opposite side of the sofa, the one with the corner, and then speaks to him.
"Nahhh, you can stay." she shrugs.
"On my sofa in my house? Oh, I'm quite amazed at your generosity, Jessica! " Kevin retorts sarcastically.
" Your home, of course! At the very least you will have asked the former owner to cross the street with his eyes closed! " she teases him, glaring at him.
Kevin throws the newspaper on the poof, in a gesture of annoyance.
"Here's the sodding hero who always thinks badly of me. Have these months meant nothing? " he looks at her hurt, but Jessica remains impassive.
"What does it have to do with that? This was a pre-journey towards redemption! " she points out.
"Well, if you really want to know, this house is new, so no old owners, and I've bought it regularly, as I did with your old house!" Kevin surprises her, but the detective doesn't show it.
"Oh, please! I'm already cold, if you mention that nightmare house to me you will give me shivers! " she blurts out.
"Anyway, okay, you may have bought it regularly, but is the money you used just as regular?" she returns to the topic, after a few minutes of silence between both of them.
"I don't talk with sanctimonious people!" Kevin crosses his arms, annoyed, with his back to her, before resuming reading the newspaper.
Jessica takes her cell phone out of her sweatshirt pocket and spends the time like this and they both persist in not speaking until lunchtime.
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"I am more and more grateful to you for choosing a chef with Italian origins Italians, "says Jessica, as both she and Killgrave return to the sofa. "That roast with baked potatoes was finger-licking good."
"Which you actually did," Killgrave never fails to point out as they both relax. "Not that it wasn't a welcome sight." he winks in her direction.
"Shut up, I don't have the energy to handle your flirtations!" she snorts. "I don't want to do a damn thing!"
"So you're not going to retire to your office to work on your cases?"
"Not today."
"And you won't even go out hunting bad guys?"
"I have not the slightest intention, and then I'm already here to hold off the worst bad guy of all." She makes him smile.
"Oohh, you don't know how much I love being kept at bay by you."
"The return of Mr. Flirt!" she grumbles, before stretching. "Aaah, I'm never gonna leave this sofa again!"
Maybe she spoke too soon.
Jessica sits up again.
"Fuck, am I wrong or is it colder than usual today?" she moans, tapping her shoulders and arms.
"Yes, there must have been a sharp drop in temperatures. That's why I dressed heavier than usual, of course, just to stay indoors, it's a basic outfit," Kevin admits, tying his belt better at his waist.
Jessica makes a quick overview of his bedroom jacket, probably of Italian haute couture, with a white shirt underneath, with the tie of the same ocher color of the oriental embroideries, as well as the handkerchief.
-Oh yeah, typical home wear. And no, Jessica, you don't want to open that jacket and snuggle in while you hug him!- she warns herself.
"Would that be basic clothing? But if dressed like this, you could very well go and collect an award? By the way, are there any Super Villain nominations? ``That's what she actually tells him.
"For sure I'd win the one for 'Best Super Villain in love'" he murmurs, reaching out to her and making goo-goo eyes at her.
"What the fuck did we say about flirting?" she backs away, getting up from the sofa. "This is basic clothing!" she continues, pointing to her sweatshirt and ripped black jeans, but above all she does it to mislead the flirting topic.
"That may be the reason why you're so cold… why don't you wear less ripped jeans? A slightly more consistent sweatshirt? We should go do some shopping for you… "he suggests.
"Yeah," she approves. "But not today. Anyway, I know what to do, "she informs him, mysteriously, before running up the stairs.
- If the solution is to go and slip under the blanket in her bedroom, alone, well, I don't like it at all.- the handsome persuader reflects disconsolately, watching her go away.
- I know what to do to warm her up.- he decides, getting up from the sofa.
When Jessica returns she is the disconsolate one, no longer finding him on the sofa.
Attracted by a delicious orange scent, she heads for the kitchen.
"Daniel, may you happen to know where Killg ..."
It's hard to say which of the two is more stunned.
Jessica, discovering that it is Kevin, indeed, the one in the kitchen.
Kevin, realizing that Jessica's method of not feeling cold is to have gone to his bedroom to retrieve the hideous red and black striped Christmas sweater that she had given him out of spite the previous year.
That hideous sweater that seems to swim on her.
That hideous sweater inside which she is a heavenly vision to his eyes.
However, he manages to stay concentrated enough so that the orange flavored milk doesn't burn.
"You've arrived just in time to help me cut the chocolate, if you like." he tells her, in a relaxed tone, pointing to the thick bar of dark chocolate on the cutting board.
Jessica agrees, breaking the chocolate with her hands alone, without even using a knife. She can.
"This is a recipe that Daniel taught me, you'll see how it warms you up, if my sweater isn't doing it already, you little thief." he smiles at her, bringing the milk to the right degree of boiling, before turning off the heat.
"Oh well, you would never wear it again, it still amazes me that you have it and that it was so easy to find, displayed in plain sight as it was, as soon as you open your closet," she mutters, squeezing more in that sweater.
"I told you, it's a gift from you, so even if I hate it, I keep it like a treasure," he reiterates, as she hands him the roughly chopped chocolate and he cooks it in a bain-marie. "Although I must say that I'm starting to hate him a lot less," he murmurs, looking at her, mesmerized.
"So you continued the cooking lessons?" Jessica changes topic immediately.
By now she has become Olympic champion in that.
"Yes, after seeing what you did at Easter, the desire returned." he smiles at the memory.
"Oh well, as long as you don't let me take lessons on how to become a perfect housemaid, with Ingrid, I'm fine with it!" She makes him laugh as she tries not to think about how sexy he is so engrossed in making hot chocolate.
-Daniel would be sexy too; it's the chocolate itself, not whoever is making it! - she tries to convince herself.
When the melted chocolate reaches the right creaminess, Kevin takes the orange peel from the saucepan where he heated the milk, then he adds the melted chocolate to bring it to the boil again, mixing everything well with a whisk, to avoid the formation of lumps.
The result is a perfect chocolate, as smooth as the silk of his lapels and as thick as the layers of the sweater that Jessica stole from him.
Only the final touch is missing: pouring it into the two cups he has placed on the table, Kevin also adds the cream he previously whipped, the orange peel left aside, a sprinkle of cinnamon and, to make sure nothing is missing, a drop of rum.
He takes one cup and hands the other to Jessica, who has watched him, mesmerized in every step of the preparation.
"Shall we sit there?" he invites her and she follows him.
They're sitting on the couch again, but this time closer, she's always settled on the corner, it's Kevin who's approached, but Jessica doesn't seem to have anything to complain about, even more so when she tastes the chocolate.
"Oh my God, it's great!" she compliments, making him gloat.
"Yes, it's very good, but we can do better," Kevin sips his hot chocolate for a while, then reaches out to her, without warning, and a minute later they are involved in a doubly participating and passionate kiss that tastes of chocolate, orange, cinnamon, rum and… inevitable.
"Now it definitely has a taste that I like most," he smiles, against her lips, before deepening the kiss, with her nodding and pulling him closer with one hand around his nape and the other in his hair.
His hands first cup Jessica's face, then descend on her shoulders until they surround her waist, brushing her breasts along the way, which gives her shivers and this time not due to the cold.
"You haven't entered my room since the reward day, do you remember? The one back from Chicago… " Kevin points out when, reluctantly, they part from each other.
"I remember every moment of it, including breakfast the next day." she admits, with a smile.
"Nothing prevents you from going back."
"I know ..." she replies, tracing the edge of her cup with a finger.
"And to stop there, indefinitely." he pushes his luck, perhaps it is the addition of Rum to the chocolate that they are still enjoying that gives him courage.
"Are you asking me, after we already practically live in the same house, to go and live in the same room?" she looks at him in amazement.
"But not today, it's a day too lazy to pack up and move to my bedroom" he steals a smile from her, before she becomes more serious.
"Kevin ..."
"You don't need to say anything else." he anticipates her, since he has already understood.
"Yes, it is useful instead: it's true that we have grown very close, or rather, I have grown closer to you, it's true that you have improved significantly, it's true that we are an excellent anti-crime team, despite the fact that you have committed many crimes , and it's true that I like kissing you or when you kiss me. and don't make that surprised face, I already know you know, "she reveals. "And I guess you remember the speech we made about not rushing things."
"But it's been almost a year since then, Jess!" he can't help pointing that out.
After all, he is a man and has certain needs, for her he is really putting himself to the test.
"Exactly, it was just before Christmas that it all started, right? And then who knows, if you keep being so good, maybe this year Santa Claus will bring you what you want." she winks, stroking his face with one hand, while the other brings the cup to her mouth, drinking a little more chocolate.
No other words are needed between them and in fact they remain close, but in silence, not one of the embarrassing silences, but those silences that make you feel good because you don't need to fill it with words and it happens when two people are really in tune with each other.
The past vicissitudes are many and certainly not the most pleasant, but what matters is the present and in that present Jessica feels really good.
She puts the cup on the coffee table and lies down on her side of the sofa, perhaps to be more comfortable, perhaps to rest her eyes for a few seconds, but between the satiety and the sense of peace she feels, Jessica ends up falling asleep and Kevin allows himself only the luxury of looking at her.
-
Jessica hears noises in the distance: people who scream, some whistles, someone who talks all the time.
-I'm not at home anymore and they threw me out? No, but I still feel so warm…- she tries to make up her mind, even if she hasn't even opened her eyes yet.
She decides to do so and realizes that the source of all that noise is the television Kevin is watching.
"Oh, forgive me, I didn't want to wake you up ..." the persuader turns fleetingly to her, before returning to focus on the game.
"I didn't even mean to fall asleep, for that matter." she rubs her eyes, sitting up.
"What time is it? Half past four in the afternoon, "she answers herself, eyeing the wall clock. "Let's see if ..." she quickly steals Kevin's remote before he can even figure it out. "Yeah, there's ' Border Security: America's Front Line ' marathon!" she cheers, but Kevin is quicker than her to restore the situation.
"Jessica, I love you and all, but Chelsea is playing and Chelsea is sacred!" he intimates, heartened not to have missed any important action, given that the score is still zero to zero. "I certainly don't forbid you to watch what you want, just not here. You do have a television in your room or, since you like going there so much, I have one in my room too, or there is one in the kitchen or ... "
" No, okay, I'll watch the game here with you. "
Kevin opens his eyes wide.
"What? I want to see the difference between watching a game because you ordered it to me and watching it because I choose to do it. " she justifies herself.
They start watching the game and an interesting action begins by Chelsea who steals the ball from Middlesbrough and advances decisively with Diego Costa who does not waste his chance and scores the first goal in the forty-first time. "
"Yeees, alright!" Kevin exults, "Do you see that you're my Goddess of Luck, Jess?" he smiles at her.
However, she still has to implement her strategy.
"Well, all these men in shorts are such an enjoyable view ..." she comments with interest. "Look the one who just lifted his T-shirt, fuck,his abs! You envy him a little, don't you? Tell the truth ..." she provokes him.
"I'm fine with the body I have ..." Killgrave mutters, who has taken the blow a bit.
A Middlesbrough player badly lands a Chelsea striker.
"But have you seen it? I would have landed him like that on the lawn too, but to do something else with him! " Jessica licks her lips, leaning further forward towards the screen.
Killgrave likes less and less such lustful comments, not addressed to him.
"Ohh, that one, the African guy with that powerful physique, he reminds me of L .."
For Killgrave it's too much.
He turns off the television without thinking about it.
"Whom does he remind you?" he growls at her, but Jessica giggles.
"It always works!" She sticks her tongue out at him and he understands everything.
"Ah, little smart ass!" he tries to tickle her but she lands him on the couch with ease.
"You remind me of the player who committed a foul on my striker!" Killgrave chuckles.
"You're right. And even if this is not a soccer field, I can use my imagination and show you what I would have done after it, "she dominates him from above, straddling him, who looks at her adoringly.
"First of all, let's take this one off," she undoes the belt of his bedroom jacket, opening it to take it off, thus making an important discovery. "I don't believe it, it's yellow inside. You see? I was right the first night we got drunk together: you do like this color! " she teases him.
Kevin is about to argue, but then he sees her take off her sweater and remain only with her tank top and his salivation goes to zero.
Jessica leans over him, kissing him, as she takes off his tie, then unbuttoning his shirt, her hand greedily running across his chest.
In response, Kevin squeezes her breasts lightly, still trapped in the cotton of the tank top, which makes her moan.
Jessica goes down to kiss his neck and throat, while the other hand fiddles with his pants, unbuttoning them and unzipping them.
Kevin is very high, with his hand crossing the border of the tank top, caressing her toned, smooth and warm body.
Jessica leaves a hickey on his side, with her fingers she plays with the dimple he has near his navel. The other hand repeatedly strokes his member, through boxers, coming into contact with a noticeable hardness.
Just when two fingers are about to make their way under the elastic of his boxers, Jessica moves quickly towards the remote control and turns the TV on again, tuning to the program she likes so much.
"Since the game doesn't seem to interest you that much, let's watch what I want!" she grins victoriously, putting her sweater on.
Kevin tries to recover from that assault that stunned him, before getting dressed.
- Anyway the first half was ending and if I'm lucky maybe Jessica will let me see the second part, but even if she didn't… bugger Chelsea, what just happened is worth more than winning the Championship! - he thinks, sitting down next to her.
"This program is very cool, practically all customs checks are in place and you have no idea what you'll find out in each episode!" she explains, opening that fluffy jacket. "Oh well, sure, if it happened to you and you carried something suspicious, you would say to them 'Let me pass.' or 'You haven't seen anything.' and the program wouldn't even make sense to exist! " she continues, mocking him and imitating his English accent, with poor results.
However, this is not what draws Killgrave's attention, but the fact that as she talks to him Jessica has wrapped herself in half of his jacket, with her head resting against his chest.
Kevin smiles at her, softened.
- Correction: it's worth more than winning the Champions League! -
THE END
Notes:What can I say?
That match exists for real, happened in November 20th 2016, which was a Sunday afternoon, lol, the researches I don't do for the two.
It's canon that Killgrave loves baseball, rugby and football, too, there's no mention about what team he roots for and BAM, I decided that Chelsea gave me the right vibes, so now it's one of my 20000 headcanons about them, just like I'm sure Jessica will love those kind of Tv show lol
I really hope you'll like it, although I'm perfectly aware almost no one here likes my way to portrait Killgrave (and maybe also Jessica) , if you want to leave kudos or a tiny comment, I'll be the happiest girl 3
Jess and Kev will be back with this Universe ond others too (Sorry, I've just taken a break from what I was posting but my updates will be back by November, December at utmost) ;)
Huge hugs
Lu