It was well into the afternoon when Jessica regained consciousness. The bed was exceptionally warm and cozy and someone was tracing warm patterns into her back so Jessica figured that Trish was there too. She certainly hopped it was Trish. Staying in bed until 3pm was one of the undeniable pleasures of both of them being self employed. Jessica would have to take full advantage of that in the future, starting now.
Trish was obviously awake but doing some work on her phone. Jessica crawled up Trish's body from where she had been pillowed on Trish's stomach. She took her time, touching every bit of exposed skin she found along the way. Trish wasn't naked but she wasn't wearing a whole lot either which Jessica appreciated. Trish very admirably did not respond to her and kept working on her phone.
"What are you doing?" Jessica breathed into Trish's ear. Trish shivered a little but otherwise continued to focus on her phone.
"I'm putting your apartment up for sale." Trish said like it was a perfectly acceptable thing for her to be doing. Jessica was definitely awake now.
"You're what?!" It may be afternoon but it was still too early to be dealing with this.
"I'm putting your apartment up for sale." Trish repeated, unperturbed by Jessica's shock. When Trish did finally look up from her phone she looked like the cat that got the canary, and the cream, and anything else she had ever wanted.
"If you sell my apartment where will I live?" Jessica asked. Trish gave her a look that said she was being very slow. Which was very possible considering that she just woke up and large part of her brain was devoted to the fact that she was in bed with a mostly naked Trish.
"You will live here, with me, in my apartment." Trish had put her phone down and was now was facing Jessica fully, daring her to argue.
"Were you going to inform me about your plans for my future?" Jessica never could resist a challenge.
"Did I make an important life decision without consulting you? That must be very upsetting" Trish's tone positively dripped sarcasm and she shifted her body until she was curled around Jessica like a snake.
It was a sharply pointed jab but Jessica smiled despite herself. There was still a lot of dead space between to them, wounds left to fester for months but Trish was joking, however pointed, which meant they were on the mend.
"I don't imagine that I need to order a moving truck to transport all of the one pair of jeans and the two shirts you own." Trish dead panned. Well, Jessica had planned on giving in easily, nursing their still healing relationship but now it was war.
"What about my work?" Jessica challenged, trying to ignore Trish's mostly naked body wrapped around her. "You can't expect me to just drop everything and fall at your feet."
Trish's grin turned positively wolfish. "that is exactly what I expect." Trish purring thumbing the hem of Jessica's night shirt. "I even have some plans for you while you are there." Trish's hand was fully in her shirt now and wow this had escalated quickly.
Not that Jessica was complaining but it was fast becoming a little too much. Trish seemed to sense her concerns before Jessica could voice them. She removed every point of contact she had with Jessica without going very far. Jessica could still feel the warmth radiating off her skin, still feel her breath on her neck. It was intimate without being intrusive.
"Besides," Trish continued like nothing had happened and Jessica fell that much more in love with her for it. "You place is such a wreck that the most fiscally responsible thing to do would be sell it as a fixer upper and cut your losses."
That was probably true. Jessica had tried to deluded herself into thinking that she could convince her landlord that the huge hole in her wall was a hip, new decor choice but she knew it was a lost cause. She knew in the same way that she knew that if she she actually wanted to live in that shit hole on the bad side of what was already a bad neighborhood that Trish would let her go. Even help her patch the hole. Trish was not selling her apartment as a way of trying to run Jessica's life for her, she was doing because it was what they both wanted but what Jessica could never bring herself to ask for.
"Maybe I'll take a break." Jessica sighed, shifting around until she had pull Trish into an embrace, front to front this time so that she could see who was touching her. "Hell's Kitchen's got that satanist reject with the two sticks defending it's honor now, the people don't need me."
Trish snorted, she pretended not to be a die hard Daredevil fan but Jessica knew her secrets.
"Or, we could get you an actual office in the city with an indestructible door." Trish countered, using a soft hand to brush Jessica's hair back, having gathered from their embrace that it was ok to touch the brunet again.
Jessica took Trish's other hand and pressed it to her lips. "As nice as that sounds it would involve a commute which would mean leaving this bed." Jessica breathed across Trish's knuckles.
Trish's eyes sparkled with mischief and delight in the afternoon sun. "Jessica Jones you are a genius." Trish said through a peel of laughter.
They would have to get up soon. There was a great, wide, scary world to face and Jessica couldn't hide in Trish's blankets forever. She knew that, she wasn't going to try; but she could probably get away with it for a few more minutes.
Jessica has not felt this good in a long time. It's not perfect, Trish helps but she is not a wizard, she can't cast a magic spell to make it all better, but it is good. Jessica held the woman she loved secure in the knowledge that she was loved in return.
Killgrave had never loved her, despite what he may have said. He had desired her power. He had taken her off the street, made her his slave, raped her mind and her body over and over again in an attempt to hold his power over hers, but he had never known true power.
If he had he would have known there was no power in Jessica's strength. A desperate, raging thing, lashing out at everything around it. Uncontrolled, unruly. It did not make Jessica powerful. It never had. It made her weak. A woman out of control, unable to keep from destroying those she cared for, driving pain and chaos into their lives. Too weak to keep herself from hurting them. Her gifts did not make Jessica strong. That ... wasn't what power felt like.
This, though. This. Holding Trish in her arms, holding this powerful, beautiful, fragile thing in her grasp. Holding tight to a woman who knew her, who had seen her, who knew her monster. Who trusted her regardless. Holding a life inside her that knew, exactly, what Jessica could do to destroy it, feeling it bleed, feeling it break, holding it true regardless. That was something Killgrave had never understood. That ... was power. That was ... more strength than Jessica had ever known.