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Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the 'Jessica Jones' characters (and this is sad) And I'm not making money out of it.

Chapter List
- 1-I: AKA I've had worse
- 2-Chapter II: AKA A nice evening
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Chapter II: AKA A nice evening
Jessica didn’t talk, she pushed herself against his mouth, she sought his kisses, willingly.
She commenced new battles with his tongue, she bit new spots of his soft lips, but it wasn’t enough.
She craved more.
She traced a path of wet kisses that went from his sculpted cheekbones down towards his chin and further down, until she reached the upper part of his throat.
Too bad that there were the shirt and jacket he still wore that obstructed her goal.

“Kevin?” she purred.

He stared at her, stunned, because he had felt something that had never been there before, not even when he had laid his eyes on her from the very first time.
Jessica’s tone of voice was honeyed with desire.

“Yeah?” he confined himself to answering.
“I guess it’s time for you to make me feel less awkward!” she urged him, recalling his previous sexy innuendo.

He smiled, taking his jacket off and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Oh, the last thing I want to do is to make you feel awkward!” he winked at her, reaching even the last button.
He was about to take it off, but she stopped him.
“No, wait, keep it on, opened- I prefer this way!” she smirked.

He obeyed and then he stared at her, sort of puzzled.
“Wait a minute. So now it’s you giving orders to me?”
“Oh, please! As if you were really complaining about it!” she struck back, stealing a smile from him.
And then she kissed him again.

If she went on kissing him in such an eager, insatiable, greedy way; Kevin felt that he could have obeyed at any of her orders.
He would be very pleased to oblige the girl’s every whim.
“It’s not enough yet. I still feel very, very awkward. Pants. Take off them too!” she commanded.

Kevin granted that wish, too.

“Just do it?” she said sarcastically, pointing at the pink, light blue and -of course - purple writing on those soft, black boxers that covered his thigh.

“So, are you subliminal even in intimacy?” she mocked him.
“Well, I found them fitting.” he smirked. “And it seems they’re working their magic on you, Princess!” he teased her, noticing the way he was gazing at him.

Jessica may have even temporarily lost her super powers, but she had kept her usual agility, which she used to suddenly lift both of her legs, but only in order to harpoon his waist and pull him even closer.
“Come here, Mr. Just-do-it!” she almost growled, squeezing him between her legs, until she had his crotch grinding against her panties, rubbing herself against him again and again, rather insistently.

She was just driving him crazy.
“Jeessssicaaa… whaat are you doooing?” he gasped for air, struggling to keep his composure.
She had never been so horny, not even when she was under his mental control.

“I’m spending a nice evening…” she murmured, lifting up with a quick leap, to seek his lips for the unpteenth time, giving him a quick yet intense kiss, before biting into his neck, now that she finally had the access she craved.
It was not a tender nibble at all, oh no, she used her teeth...she knew how he liked it
“Oh, bloody fuck!” he moaned, feeling precum leaking from his cock.

Maybe his boxer briefs had been irremediably spoilt, but in that moment Kevin couldn’t care any less.
“Oh, god, Jess!” his head arched back, a slave to the pleasure, as the girl mercilessly tortured his left nipple, the most sensitive one. She remembered it very well.
She alternated hard sucking to tender nibbling and then there was that special thing she did with her tongue around his dark areola that tore him up.
Jessica moved further down, placing kisses on his abs; and becoming increasingly annoyed with the cuffs that bound her.
“I’m sorry, I can’t do more than this…” she whined, acting woeful and hoping he could take the hint.
But he didn’t, or rather he pretended not to take it.

“Oh, it doesn’t matter, my darling, there’s so much I can do for you!” he whispered, before kissing her so ardently to almost leave her breathless.

At the cost of dying of asphyxiation, Jessica desperately wished he could never stop.
Killgrave could even be a violent, cruel, wicked sociopath; but he also was a fantastic kisser, and Jessica recalled it even too well.

He straddled her, her breasts, still trapped in lace, filling his skilled hands.
He rolled her left nipple between his thumb and index, as he softly pinched her right breast.

It was Jessica now who wasn’t capable of thinking anymore. She gasped at the soft touches oh his scottish wool shirt on her bared skin. He still wore it, just as she asked.
It became even harder for the girl to resist when his hand crawled over her snowy, silky thigh and slipped under her babydoll.

“Keeeeviiiiin…” she moaned, but she was practically begging him.

A finger. It took just a finger to shut her up, an index that had moved quickly, passing through the fringed barrier of her black panties and sneaking through her pussy, already pleasantly wet for him.
He smiled, very proud of himself for that.

He had already found one of her most erogenous zones. After all, her body had been a map of pure pleasure for him so many times before. He still remembered pretty well where and how to move.
That index pushing back and forth inside her so frantically was driving her crazy.

Kevin could figure it out by her astounded expression,messy hair covering half of her face, her eyes half-closed, as she bit into her lower lip so hard that she drew blood.

He licked away that ruby-red drop on the right corner of her mouth, as if he was drinking from the holy grail.
One finger became two fingers and Jessica was even more shocked when he abruptly twisted them, inside her.

“Oh, fuck, yes, yeessss!” she moaned, waiting for his third finger, but it never came.

Quite the contrary, she felt the two fingers slip away from her and she opened her eyes, only to face her Nemesis’ cheeky and pleased smirk.
He was definitely enjoying her confused and unsatisfied expression.

“You’re such a bastard! You’re still the same old, sadistic torturer!”
“Some things never change, my darling!” he sneered, placing a tender peck on her lips.

He laid down beside her, placing his head on her shoulder, as he caressed the babydoll reverently, along all its extremely short length.
Maybe that tender interlude was necessary to diminish, at least for a while, the fire that blazed between them.
“You know, I paid a maniacal attention to choose this babydoll properly and I found it perfect: purple and black. The colors that identify us better. It’s just us.” he murmured into her hair and she nodded without even realizing it.

“Coming back to what happened before… do you remember? I have no control over you. I didn’t order your nipples to harden, I didn’t order your pussy to get wet, I didn’t suggest your breathing to turn into panting, I didn’t ask your kisses to be more demanding. “ he recapitulated.

Still no verbal answer from the girl, blushing furiously and nodding her head.

“All of these were beautiful and natural reactions you had towards me. It’s chemistry. Our chemistry, Jessica.” he beamed. She listened intently, wide-eyed and with rapt attention.

“So, it’s not rape… is it?” he pleaded his cause.
“Nope, it isn’t.” Jessica admitted,gravely serious.
He rewarded her with the sweetest and most grateful smile, and reached out to caress her hair.

“This is just what I needed you to say.” he murmured, before getting up from the bed.

“So, what, are we already done?”
That’s the question that escaped from the girl’s mouth.

After all, she had to spend still twenty-one hours and the perspective of spending them there wasn’t so horrible anymore to her.

Kevin burst out laughing.

“Done?! Honey, we’ve just begun.” he reassured her, reaching the mini bar fridge.
“I was just thinking… why settle for just a nice evening when you could have an amazing one?” he added, coming back to her with a bowl full of strawberries,beautiful and ripe, and an aerosol whipped cream. In his other hand he held champagne in a bucket with ice and two flutes.
“Wow, now champagne can come to play!” she grinned, even more pleased when Kevin sat on the bed again.
He shook the aerosol whipped cream, taking the lid off.

“Oh, c’mon… gross aerosol whipped cream that you can buy in any cheap supermarket? That’s so not like you!” she teased. She remembered how to make him laugh, too.

There had been moments like that between them, when he set her free from his control, when the situation was quiet. The same old playfulness of those special moments in the previous months of their sort of relationship was coming back. All Kevin had to do was humor it.

“You know, the prospect of ordering the finest whipped cream from the best French pastry shop actually crossed my mind… but then I recall that someone likes it loutish.” he teased her.
“Hell yeah, baby, big fan of loutish, here. C’mon, shoot it!” she invited him, opening her mouth.
He approached her, pressing the button to spray a generous amount in her mouth, following it with an assault of kisses

“C’mon, confess, you’re re-evaluating loutish, aren’t you?” she smirked.
“You’ve always opened my eyes to a world of possibilities, Jessica.” he rumbled into his kiss.

“Please, just allow me to match loutish with elegance!” he corrected himself, freeing the bottle of champagne from the wire hood.
He uncorked it and poured the champagne in the flutes.
Jessica held her flute with some difficulty, thanks to the shackle that still hung around her wrist.However, in that position she had trouble to drink it.
“How about a toast?” he suggested, touching his flute to hers.
“A toast to what? And even more important, how the hell am I supposed to do it? Are you trifling with me?” she narrowed her eyes, but a thrilled grin spread across her face when she saw Kevin drawing out from the pocket of his shirt something she immediately recognized.
It was a small key, and she already knew what lock it fit.

“A toast to your imminent freedom.” he announced, taking both of their flutes and placing them on the floor.
As soon as Jessica heard the liberating clang of the finally opened handcuffs, the first thing she did was to massage her wrists; but they weren’t so sore after all.
The very next thing was to push Kevin down on the mattress, before straddling him and kissing him ravenously.
Her hands wandered everywhere, from his hair to his shoulder, from his chest to his stomach, toying with his belly.

“I knew I made the right choice!” he smiled, pleased.
“We’re still in ‘a nice evening’ zone!” she winked at him, before recalling that, finally, now she was free to do as she wished

She stretched her arm out to grab the aerosol whipped cream and a couple of strawberries from the bowl.
She sprayed the whipped cream on his bare stomach, placing a strawberry on top and she ate it directly from there, biting into the fruit and nibbling his soft skin, too, enjoying the sweetness whipped cream.
Kevin was in a state of pure bliss, his eyes closed, lost in his own world where she was the ruling queen.

“Oops, I could have spoiled your shirt!” she feigned concern.

This brought him back to Planet Earth.
Probably, anyone else guilty of such a crime would have unavoidably met a horrible death, planned in excruciating detail, but not Jessica. Never his Jessica.

“I don’t give a fuck about my shirt right now!” he growled, pushing against her and switching their positions.
She yelped excitedly, waiting for his next move.

“Unlike you, I care about nice things, so let me safeguard at least this,” he informed her, before sensuously sliding her babydoll off, now that he finally could.
The girl offered no resistance at all.

Kevin never knew what Jessica planned to do with the second strawberry, because he stole it from her hand, squeezing the juice into red rivulets that trickled thickly on her white skin; her bare breastsHe skimmed every segment, he licked, sucked and nibbled every inch of her skin.
She screamed in utter delight, certain that they were alone in that building. The more she screamed, the more aroused he became.
She could feel his virility pressed against her hip, although he was still wearing the boxers.
There was time for that.

Jessica grabbed the flute and poured part of it on Kevin’s chest. He jolted, amused by that icy, sparkling liquid over his body.
Jessica took care of that, warming the freezing sensation with her mouth, as hot as her tongue, as she lapped Kevin clean.
Kevin took his time with the whipped cream, creating a confection of her breasts and devouring them.
Jessica was burning up, when all of a sudden something sent a shiver down her spine.

Kevin had grabbed some ice cubes from the bucket, passing one over the girl’s nape, with the drops falling down the curve of her back. He rolled two ice cubes over her nipples, one for each side, hugging her from behind.
She arched her back, grabbed him by the nape and pulled him closer for a kiss she was already missing.
He kissed her ardently, before letting slip the remains of the ice cubes inside her panties.
“You, son of a bitch!” she gasped, with all those unexpected but pleasant shivers.
“I was only taming the fire...” he murmured against her lips.

There was a question Jessica was dying to ask him, something that gripped her insides something she absolutely needed to clarify.

“Did you do all those things with Hope, too?” she finally asked him, once for all.

“You’re jealous!”
He definitely didn't expect that.
Kevin was perfectly aware it couldn’t be love, but… that meant that Jessica felt something for him.

“You didn’t answer!” she hissed.
“I never gave a shit about Hope; I could have just taken any other bloody bimbo and I couldn’t have cared less anyway!” he answered, staring at Jessica, gravely serious“What I did to her, yeah, I’m the first to admit it was rape. There was never even a hint of love or any sort of feeling.. Everything I’ve done, it was only to draw your attention. Nothing more.”
“You could have drawn it with without hurting so many people!” she snapped.
“Really, Jessica?”
He pierced her soul with his eyes, already knowing he was right. “Despite everything we've been through been through… do you have the slightest idea about how much it hurts me when you reduce everything to that awful word you know I hate… at least when it’s about us?” he faced her.
“There’s no fucking ‘us’!” she growled.
“Says the girl I’m holding in my arms and who is melting like putty with my touch.” he pointed out, holding her in a tender hug.
She didn’t even try to break free… and not just because she was deprived of her powers.
As hard it was for her to admit it, she felt alright in those arms.

“It’s true, honey, I might have pushed you a little, but in a direction you were already going.” he paused a little, before going on, deciding that her silence was a positive thing. “Tell me, deep inside, you also wanted that, you wanted me.” he urged her; not with an order, not with a command. Only with a sincere plea, as he kept hugging her.
“Yeah. Deep inside, very deep inside, a part of me wanted it; but only a part!” she pointed out.

To Kevin it was more than enough.

“But at this moment, right here, all of me wants you, RIGHT NOW.” she added, a slave to the passion, breaking free from his hug, only to push him beneath her.
“Take me, then!” he croaked, his voice heavy with lust, his eyes burning.
It was too much for Jessica.
She rushed him, for the unpteenth hungry kiss, as her hands traced the edge of his boxers, before letting her thumbs slips inside and pull them down with a determined tug.
His full and pulsing erection welcomed her, ready to receive all her attention.

Jessica didn’t use whipped cream, nor strawberries nor champagne.
She wanted his taste to remain authentic.
Her hands, her tongue and her mouth sent wave of incredible pleasure to Kevin, before he exploded inside her mouth.
Jessica didn’t waste a single drop.

Still panting after his release, Kevin turned his ministrations to Jessica. He got rid of her panties and plunged his head between her thighs, with the sole intent of bringing her into oblivion, right before tasting her sweet nectar.

Their hair was a mess.Their lips swollen from kisses. Their breath turned into panting. They exchanged an understanding look.
The look of two people ready to give themselves to each other.
They had played enough.

Kevin kissed Jessica the entire time, gradually entering her, with calm and sweetness, like the most caring lover ever.
She welcomed every one of his pushes, inciting him to increase the rhythm, moving her pelvis in perfect synchrony with his.
They lost track of time in the haze of sex, but she reached the orgasm first.
He peaked shortly later, worn out but more pleased than ever.

They stayed like that, hugged to each other, naked and silent or an undetermined time; they allowed just their eyes to speak for them.

“My darling, I guess it must be three or four in the morning, give or take. What about getting some sleep?” he suggested, as he dressed himself.

She mirrored his actions with the very few clothes she had.
She was sure he was about to go back to his luxury bedroom.
After all, he’d already gotten what he wanted from her.
She was rather stunned when she saw him slipping under the sheets, inviting her to do the same.
“Okay, you can stay, but keep far away from me and don’t cross your side of the bed!” she summoned him, rudely.

He snickered.

“It’s you who will come to me.” he struck back, giving her one last peck on the lips, before rolling to his side.

“Goodnight, Jessy!” he said, turning the light off.
“‘Night, Kevvy…” she murmured, already half asleep.

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When she opened her eyes again, Jessica couldn’t say what time it was.
It could have been either seven o'clock in the morning or two o'clock in the afternoon. The room was overwhelmed by dark and there were no windows or clocks.
Despite the dark, she found herself taken by surprise.

It’s wasn't something Kevin had commanded her to do-he couldn't anyway, but apparently he'd had some notion of it happening. Tossing and turning in the bed, she had ended up crossing her side, with her head on Kevin’s chest.
And, as a sort of reflection, the man had wrapped an arm around her waist.
It would have been so easy to come back to her side. Just a quick movement, he wouldn’t have even noticed that.

“Oh, the hell with this!” Jessica grumbled, falling asleep again, exactly where she was, holding him a bit tighter despite herself
What she couldn’t know was that Kevin was awake, feeling her agitation and hearing her words before feeling her draw herself closer.

What had transpired wasn't lost on him, and a large smile appeared on his features, as he fell asleep again, happy.

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When Kevin woke up again, the light was already turned on.
Most likely, getting up and groping in the dark, Jessica must have found the light switch.

And Jessica was there, sitting on the bed with her legs crossed. She was holding the bowl of strawberries in her lap, stuffing herself both with them and some sprayed whipped cream, directly in her mouth.

She was one thousand light years away from the sex kitten persona of the previous hot night they had shared… but after all Kevin liked her all the same, with her unsophisticated, rough and unrefined side.

“Finally you’re awake!” she snorted, throwing a strawberry at him. “Next time you decide to kidnap me, at least put it the room a 42 inch television with every possible streaming. I’m bored to death! You may be rich, but you’re stingier than Scrooge McDuck!” she ribbed.

He laughed and then approached the girl, stealing a strawberry from the bowl.
“Next time? Miss Jones, are you trying to tell me you enjoy being kidnapped by me?” he played with her, while he ate the tart.
“I’m just saying. Don’t get your hopes up, Mr. Thompson!” she played his same game.
“Kidnapped… such a big word. You know, the door is open. You could have walked away from here any time.” he shrugged, eating another strawberry.
“I lack just two things to go away from here: my clothes and my super powers!” she snapped. “At least, if I have back the second I could do even without the first!”

“Oh, I was sure you stayed here because you fancy watching me as I sleep!” he pretended to be disappointed.
“At least you could have taken your shirt off and slept on your stomach, so I could have counted the moles on your back to spend the time!” she snorted again.
“Am I wrong or you asked me to never take my shirt off?” he pointed out.
“You shouldn't take everything I say literally... I'm not you!” she struck back, stealing a smile from him, before gazing at his watch.

“Geez, it’s 6:30 p.m., how long have I slept? You wore me out pretty well!” he murmured, amused.
“You did your part too, it’s not that I woke up much earlier than you.” she admitted.

“We still have some hours left, any idea how to spend them properly?” he hinted sensually, raising his eyebrow.

“You’re right, I know how to spend these hours properly. Talking.” she decided.
“It’s not exactly what I was planning!” he rolled his eyes. “At least, couldn’t you take photos of yourself and then sent them to my mobile?” he hazarded, dusting off a not so old habit of his.
“No way, my dear stalker!” she replied, pulling his jacket towards her, since he was wearing only the shirt.
“That’s it, so you can’t be distracted.” she said, shrugging into it. “Now tell me something I don’t know!”
“I can’t be distracted, you say? My darling, this way you’re even more a vision!” he whispered, devouring her with his hungry eyes.

“Shut up and talk!” she snapped, wrapping herself even more around that jacket who smelled like him so much.
“What do you want to know?”
“Anything. A happy memory of your childhood, I know you must have at least one, before the experiments started. Or you can tell me about something that was extremely satisfying to do. Or again… tell me how it feels to have your power.” she urged him.
“And then will you do the same with me?” he wondered.
“Maybe.” she shrugged, before going towards the mini fridge bar. “And I guess this will make things easier for both of us!” she said, coming back with the bottle of champagne and taking a sip directly from the bottle, before handing it to Kevin.

And so they talked, for a long time, about anything, their memories, their feelings, some particular episodes of their existence.
Time flew, and Kevin realised it was 8:00 o'clock p.m.
More or less one hour left before she had her powers back.
It was better acting when he still had time for that.

“Tell me, darling, do you still want Chinese food?” he offered, casually.
“Nope, thanks, I’m fine.” she shrugged
“Such a pity, because, unlike yesterday, it would arrive perfectly in time.” he said, his tone turning darker. “Am I right, delivery guy?” he raised his voice, on purpose.

“Y-y-yes S-sir… d-do you wa-want any-thing el-else?” a male voice from the other side of the door answered, very laboriously.

Probably the owner of that voice hadn’t been sleeping, moving or even performing his biological needs since he had been there.
“Has he remained here… all this time long?” Jessica wondered, confused.
“Sure he has, because I ordered him so!” Kevin answered, menacingly.
“But.. if you did .. after ...then how…” Jessica mumbled incoherently, getting up from the bed and walking back and forth in the room.

Killgrave sneered evilly, sitting comfortably on the bed.
“Now you can leave, delivery guy; but do that falling down the stairs really badly and, please, break your neck!” he commanded, mercilessly.

Jessica couldn’t do anything but wait, powerless, impotent and terrified, hearing the painful screams of the unlucky victim, before he inevitably died.

“Oh c’mon, he probably heard what we were up to in here.. lovemaking? Yeah, Jessica, that’s exactly what we did, whether you like it or not!” Kevin anticipated her, before she could speak. “And you wouldn’t want him to go around telling someone about it, would you? Besides, this will teach them better to be on time next time. You can’t write ‘Delivery in fifteen minutes’ on the flyer and actually take nineteen ones to do that!” he explained, as if he had just written a bad yelp review.
Jessica collected her thoughts, narrowed her eyes and glared at him, glacially.

“You didn’t change at all. You didn’t quit, not even for a second, having your powers!” she shouted.

“Oh, finally you got it! You know, I was afraid I had deprived you also from your intelligence, not just of your super powers!” he struck back, cockily.
“What did you inject in your arm, then?” she questioned him.
“A banal flu vaccine; you had guessed right from the very start!” he mocked her, even clapping his hands to her, in order to humiliate the girl.

Forgetting her current situation, Jessica hurtled towards him, who easily managed to stop her blows.

“Relax, Jess, after all, I’m giving you such good news, at least for you. Can’t you figure out what happened? That order I gave you and you didn’t obey? I knew you wouldn’t. I don’t have any control over you. Not anymore. At least for now.” he explained, as he pushed her towards the bed again, taking his jacket off her.

Jessica’s eyes went wide, the gravity dawning on her like ice water.

“Yep, you heard me right. Oh, c’mon, you would have found out sooner or later, anyway. So why not just tell you personally… having a bit of fun, before?” he smirked cheekily, clicking as he put the jacket on.

“You’re such a filthy, dirty worm!” the girl spat on him.
“A filthy, dirty worm you had extraordinary sex with!” he corrected her, wryly, taking off her babydoll and grabbing the handcuffs, quickly.

She immediately blushed, not for the things he had done, but for the things he had said.
It was simply the truth, no more and no less.

With the futility of resistance working against her, Jessica found herself cuffed to the bed again in ten seconds flat..

“You, fucking bastard, I swear that I’m going to…” she growled.

At least he hadn’t gagged her.

“However, I was damn serious about your vaccine. Your powers will be back in less than one hour… and I’ll already be far away from here!” he warned her.

She was somewhat relieved to hear that news.

“And I’m taking this away with me! After all, you said you wouldn’t care about your clothes, once your powers were back..I know for sure that if you met unpleasant people as you get back home, you would know how to defend!” he added, waving the babydoll in front of her eyes. “So, I’ll have two souvenirs of this oh so delightful experience.”

She narrowed her eyes.

“Why two souvenirs?”

Killgrave chuckled.

“You didn’t even notice the camera that has filmed us all this time. And I really mean every single second.” he informed her, walking closer to the door.

He paused for a beat, then turned back toward the girl.
“You know, that delivery guy could have stayed here until some minutes before ten o'clock p.m. Twenty four hours; no longer a meager twelve! This is the new extent of my power. I’m getting stronger and stronger, Jessica, sooner or later I’ll be able to control you again, baby!” he winked at the girl, blowing a kiss towards her, before leaving the room and fleeing.

His power could have lasted even forty eight hours, Jessica would have never allowed him to have control on her again.
Right then, she was pissed off as never before, just wishing for her powers to come back as soon as possible, so she could have rip those hateful handcuffs out, as they were made of paper, and left that room, walking down the street wearing only her panties, if she had to..
And then she would search for Killgrave everywhere, even to the ends of the Earth, with one goal only: revenge.
Her way.

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THE END
Notes:

Oh c’mon, did you really believe he was depriving himself of his powers? ;P I just hope you find him IC
I don’t know if you’re happy or not, but there’s going to be a series of (hot) sequels ;)
Whatever you think, good or bad stuff, please, let me know
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