Author's note:

This story is rated M.

Chapter Two: More than Friends

The bottle was empty.

It was just past two in the morning.

"Jess…" Kilgrave shakes her shoulders to try and wake her.

"Hmm." She hums with her eyes closed, pushing up against his stomach.

"Jessica." He says a little louder, the clear slur in his voice showing this time.

Her answer is groggy when she mumbles, "What?"

"I have to talk to you." It was nearly impossible for him to whisper now and he was closer to shouting, knowing that he needed to spit this out before he lost the courage.

"Fuck, okay!" Groaning, she sits up and rubs her eyes. Still sort of half out of it, she looks at him with fuzzy vision. "What is it?"

Before he can get any other words out, he starts to heave, on the edge of throwing up. His lips stay sealed, attempting to push through, but it makes it rather hard for him to speak.

Watching his behavior and seeing the empty bottle on the floor, Jessica slowly starts to laugh. "Holy shit… you're such a lightweight."

Swallowing the burning liquid in his mouth, he tries to shake his head. "N-no. No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are. You're so fucking wasted." She continues to chuckle, standing up. "Come on, let's go to bed." There was a painful crook in her neck from the way she had slept so it was probably best that he woke her up before long. She needed a proper pillow, and it was her job to take care of him while he was so drunk. Taking his hand, she pulls him to his feet with ease.

"No, seriously…" He's quick to pull his hand away, immediately wobbling with instability. "I have to… to tell you."

"Okay, then tell me." Impatiently waiting, she crosses her arms, ready to move fast if he started to fall.

"I -" It felt like he was going to vomit again. Not because of the alcohol, but because of what he was going to say.

Rolling her eyes, she grabs his arm and pulls him into the bedroom. "You can tell me in the morning as you suffer through the hangover you're going to have."

When they're in front of the bed, he steps away from her once more. There was no going back once these words escaped him mouth, and he prayed to god that he wouldn't regret it. "I-I love you, Jessica."

She smirks and nods, speaking to him as if speaking to a child. "Yes, and I love you too, asshole. Now lay down before you tip over." Beyond comfortable around him, she takes off her shirt and throws it in a pile on the ground.

"No." He growls in frustration, his temple beginning to throb, stopping her from continuing. "I… I'm still in love with y-you…"

She freezes for only a second before laughing a nervous, unconvincing laugh. "Yeah, okay." This wasn't the first time she was hearing this from him. Last time, he was exhausted, but sober, and tried to convince her that he had some sort of romantic interest in her. But she chalked it up to his fatigue and he was quick to let it go. She was hoping that she would never hear anything about it again.

Her lack of acceptance sets him on edge. "I'm serious…"

"No, you're drunk." She counters, trying to play it off and forget that this was happening. "You don't know what you're saying right now." The thought of living without him made her queasy, but she disagreed with the thought of him in an intimate way. It just felt… wrong. She thought of him more as a brother than anything else…

"Jess…" He whimpers almost, trying to keep himself from feeling overwhelmed. It was going to crush him if she rejected him completely.

"Kilgrave, just go to sleep, okay?" Avoiding his eyes, she works herself out of her jeans.

But as he starts to feel his heart break, the panic begins to settle in. The panic from the thought that he fucked it all up. That he wouldn't be able to have her. That he they'd both spend the rest of their lives dwelling on how this moment ruined everything. He couldn't handle the idea of it.

"Jessica." He tries again, is voice trembling with upset. "Please just -"

"No." At this point, she was as frustrated as him. Every time he spoke, it was making her feel sick. "Seriously. Drop it."

Instead of letting it go, he grabs her wrist, stopping her from laying down. There was no filter anymore, it was all just coming out. "I want… I need you."

Without much effort, she pulls away from his grip, almost knocking him over in the process. "Just fucking stop, okay?! You're not even going to remember this in the morning and I'm going to be left wishing I could forget! Don't -"

"Kiss me." He blurts out before he can even try and stop himself from giving her an order.

The angry expression on her face dissolves as she steps to him absentmindedly and cups his cheeks. Her eyelids flutter shut as she leans up and kisses him on the lips for the first time. A quick, yet ridiculously gentle kiss.

Kilgrave knew wholeheartedly that he should have regretted forcing her to do that. But the fact of the matter was, that in this moment, he didn't. She tasted like everything he wanted her to taste like.

When she fulfills the order, she steps back and looks at him with onsetting horror. "Why… why did you -"

His breathing hitches as he cuts her off, muttering, "Again… like you want me…"

Grabbing him back the jacket, she pulls him close to her and opens her lips against his immediately this time. Her tongue strokes his slowly but with force, trying to consume him. Being drunk, he kisses her back sloppily, moaning into her mouth. "Oh… Jessica." His hands cup her cheeks and he turns her around, pushing her back to the wall.

After a few seconds pass and the command starts to fade, her heart pounds and she pushes his arms down and away from her. "Stop… what are you doing?" Her voice trembles with fear for first time in her life. Fear of her best friend.

But the pause in contact makes him snap. He was at his breaking point for patience, and he couldn't wait any longer. "No…" He mumbles shaking his head, his sense blurred with alcohol. "Let me."

With her ability to protest taken away, he puts one of his hands back up to her cheek and kisses down the side of her neck. His breathing becomes more irregular with every passing second. This was his wildest fantasy come true.

The wet dreams of Jessica started with they were teenagers and he began going through puberty. It alarmed him at first, mostly because she wasn't his type at all. Stubborn, crude, and taller than him at the time. The longer this continued to happen and the more he fantasized about her body, the more normal it became to him. It was later, as they were growing into adults together that he begin to realize that it was more than just pure physical attraction. The fact of the matter remained that no matter who he slept with, he always wound up thinking of her.

And knowing that he had thought about this instant in time for so many years made him that much more animalistic in nature. His other hand slides up her stomach and under her bra, fondling her breast tenderly.

When he hears her whimper from his touch, he mutters something that he never intended to say to her out loud, "Love me, Jess. Love me like it hurts."

The sound of her whimpering remains as she draws him closer and rubs her hips to his. It did hurt, but in more than one way now.

Drawing her away from the wall, he motions for her to lay down, which she does without any allotted resistance, looking up at him with an impatient expression. He stumbles over her, giving one last command as he reaches to pull down her underwear, "Tell me you love me."

She instinctively reaches for his belt as she mumbles without choice, "I love you."

Author's note pt.2:

Maybe you thought this was poorly predictable, and I can't say you're wrong. I think about 200 words in, most everyone knew how this would go. That's one of the reasons I didn't write the full rape scene. I've written it before, and we don't need to see it all to understand what clearly happened.

There will probably be only one more short chapter to conclude this, and see what will happen. Anything is possible!

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