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Teach me how to never mind	By : JessiKillyLover Category: Marvel Verse TV > no category yet Views: 958 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the 'Jessica Jones' characters (and this is sad) And I'm not making money out of it.

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Summary:
hot passion, meaningful dreams and not so appreciated awakenings
Notes:
thank you so much for reading <3

Chapter II (I): AKA I want to play a game

Jessica has gained total control: she’s standing over Kevin, straddling his pelvis, pressing his body with hers, cupping his face as she kisses him, as if her own life depended on that.

There are still too many layers of clothing between them.

Her hands lowers from his face to his neck, pulling at his tie, almost using it as if it was a pair of reins. She pulls him to herself, eagerly, she tries to loosen it a little bit, enough to take it off from his head, she lifts it from his chin but it gets stuck in his mouth, almost like a horse bit.

Despite the obstruction, Kevin manages to laugh, amused by the girl’s irruence, as he stares at her with his big, dark eyes burning with desire.

With his hands, he loosens the tie enough to make it pass over his mouth and nose and then she makes it slide to his forehead and takes it off.

She resumes kissing him, ready to get rid even of the second impediment.

That’s when, thanks to the lights still on and the dry stains she can trace with her hands, Jessica notices that Kevin’s shirt is smeared with blood in many spots.

“You should have had that bath as well…”

“I had to take care of you, first. I don’t even give damn to this shirt.” he shrugs. “You can rip it off, if you want.”

“Oohh, I do like this game!” she sneers, making all the buttons jump, before ripping the expensive fabric off.

“I was just talking about the shirt!” he points out, a little shocked. “I care about my trousers... and even more about what’s inside them!”

Jessica challenges him with her look.

“What’s wrong? The feared and oh-so-powerful Killgrave is afraid of little fiery girls?” she teases him, getting rid of her bathrobe in a quick gesture, laying down on him, utterly naked, chest against chest, hips against hips, eye to eye.

“Just of the ones I can’t control anymore.” he replies, keeping eye contact and challenging her as well.

“Oh, that’s right, you’re completely at my mercy right now, I could do anything to you,” she murmurs, wrapping her hands around his neck. “Just a quick move and I could snap your neck, I could kill you right here, right now.”

“It would be the sweetest death ever.” he smiles at her, thrilled. “But I already know you won’t do that.”

“Won’t I? Why are you so sure?” she keeps teasing him, tightening her grip around him, as if she wanted to suffocate him, but in his eyes she can’t see not even a shadow of fear.

Just excitement, even more excitement than before, matched by what she can feel under his trousers.

“Because… you...want… me.” he strikes back, a bit laboriously

Jessica instantly loosens her grip and her hands move from his neck to his shoulders.

“Oh, god, I do want you so fucking badly, Kevin!” she growls, rolling on the bed with him, in order to reverse the roles.

Kevin cups her breasts, now finally exposed, taking every advantage of that. He gropes them, kisses them, sucks them, nibbles them, softly at first and then harder, pinching her nipples.

Jessica wiggles under his ministrations, urging him to go on.

“Yes, just like this. Please, Killgrave, don’t make me think. I don’t want to think of anything anymore!”

She’s almost begging him, her eyes are full of tears again.

“I’m going to make you stop thinking of anything, baby.” he whispers at her ear, flicking his tongue inside it, making her arch her back, even more when he starts kissing her neck.

He can’t resist the temptation of leaving teeth marks on it, as he eagerly sucks the sensitive skin, repeating the process in many other spots.

He rests his hands on the girl’s hips and grabs them, yeah, even the bandaged one, because he knows that even pain is a very excellent way not to think about anything.

Jessica must think the same, because she hisses for the pain at first, but then she pushes against him even more.
Kevin’s hands still press her hips as he traces her body with a long lick, from her lower abdomen, playing with her belly for a while, before climbing up to the stomach and the sensible space between her breasts, one of the few spots without teeth marks.
He reaches her neck once more and his lips land on hers, as he hungrily kisses her again, again and again.

Jessica lets that oh-so-craved oblivion overwhelm her.

Killgrave has been waiting for this moment for months. He wasn’t even that sure that moment would come, although he has never lost his hope.
To be aware that it’s not happening because he managed to control her again, which he actually can’t, but that she’s there, in his arms, with such surrender, on her free will, to him is the most powerful aphrodisiac ever.

He wants to treat his Princess the best he can.

Without even a little warning he grabs her thighs, brutally parting them.

Jessica jolts, staring at him, full of expectations and he smiles at her with self-confidence, before his head disappears between her thighs for all the necessary time.

If she already was so excited when Kevin’s tongue was into her ear, now he’s definitely taking her to another planet.
It had already happened, before, the only difference is that this time Jessica knows she wants it.

As she recovers from the powerful orgasm that devastated her, with his name, both of his names, on her lips, Jessica watches him get up from the bed.

“I know another way to keep your mind busy,” he smirks at her as he unfasten his belt and takes his trousers off, to save them from her clutches, and then he comes back to her.

“What other way?” she plays dumb, but truth is that she already understood what he means.

“Take care of me,” Killgrave murmurs, resting his forehead against hers. “Focus on me,” he goes on, taking her right hand and loosening his boxes with his free hand, enough to make her hand slip inside.

“You’re the same opportunist, aren’t you?” she pretends to protest, but she doesn’t remove her hand.

“Don’t I deserve it, not even a tiny bit?” he insists, resorting to his most irresistible pout. “You said you remember how I like to be touched. Prove me that.”

Jessica smiles, kissing him, biting and sucking his lips, then his skin, it depends where her mouth lands.
Her hand shamelessly moves inside his boxers, making the gorgeous persuader ecstatic .

Her other hand caresses, then slaps and scratches him, on his shoulders, chest, arms, hips and back Sometimes her nails dig into the skin, drawing blood, just like her teeth does, as she nibbles, sucks and bites him in several spots of his neck and chest.

Oh, yes, Jessica does remember how he likes to be touched.

She soon figures out that one hand in his boxer is not enough anymore, so she adds the second one, but she knows it’s only a temporary solution.
She lowers his boxers , taking them off from his ankles and then she lays him down, beneath her.

Killgrave looks surrendering, with his arms stretched over his head, displaying his throbbing, almost aching full erection.

She bends over him, taking his full length in her mouth gradually, in a slow and hot pleasant torture.

When she’s done dealing with him, she kisses him, making Killgrave taste himself.

“Jessica, to me it’s enough, we can stop here, you’re not forced to do even the rest, if you have changed your mind..” he explains, although there’s nothing he desires more than being inside her again.

He misses that so badly. He missed her so badly.

However, Jessica couldn’t be more ready for him, nor more determined. She prefers to send him that message only with her gestures. She grabs his cock, placing it at her wet entrance.
His cock instantly regains new hardness and vitality and he proves to her that with every push, more and more powerful, encouraged by her moans, in a long amplexus that leaves them both extremely satisfied.

He slides off her after a while and they remain silent, until Jessica decides to speak.

“You know, Killgrave, I guess neither do I give a damn to the rest of the world anymore…” she says, coldly, wearing her bathrobe again, as he collects his boxers.

He confines himself to smiling at her as he makes her rest her head on his shoulder.

“I mean it. For example, I rescue a good person. Who can guarantee to me that this person is good for real? Maybe they could be worse than the one I rescued them from! I don’t want to be a fucking hero anymore. I just want to punish who deserves it.” she grumbles, as he caresses her hair.

“Jess, you and I are the only things that matter in this world,” he murmurs, turning the light off, since she has already fallen asleep on his chest.

// Jessica is walking along a wide park full of trees, animals, a huge variety of flowers, but mostly an incredible quiet.

It never seems to end, until she reaches a gazebo, where she sees someone she would never expect to see again.

“Trish!” she runs towards her, even more incredule when she manages to hug her.

“Before calling it a miracle, let me explain, I’m dead, for real, and this is…”

“Heaven?” Jessica dares to guess.
“Purgatory. I’m not as pure and innocent as you think I am, Jessica.” she chuckles, before both of them sit on a bench.

Trish looks so peaceful and serene, even more in the white cocktail dress with yellow flowers she is wearing.

“This is one of those dream/not dream where I can really talk with you. There won’t be others anymore actually I wasn’t even supposed to have this one, not so soon at least, but, hey VIP here, they spoiled me!!” the blonde makes her smile.

“Trish. I miss you so much. I’m so, so sorry.” the detective murmurs, her voice broken, her eyes teary.

“I miss you, too, Jess, but it wasn’t your fault, of course. After all here it’s not that bad, surely less boring than many pre show meetings I had to attend!” the former speaker shrugs. “We both know whose fault it is And that bastard must pay hard for this.” she suddenly changes tone, mood and her face darkens.

Jessica starts to figure out why Trish is not in Heaven. There’s a darker side in her that she hadn’t noticed before

After all Jessica knows there’s a dark side in every human being, she is also aware that she surrendered to her own dark side.

“I’ll avenge you, Trish, I can promise.” Jessica stares seriously at her, clenching her fists.

“I know you will. And I also know who will help you.” she hints.
“Oh yeah, sure. From this place I guess you can see everything, so… do you judge me?” the brunette asks her, a little fearful, but the other shakes her head negatively.

“I understand you. Besides, I don’t want you to remain alone, if he’s your choice, so be it. I just want you to be happy, Jess.” Trish hugs her. “Kill Simpson. Get rid of everyone getting in your way. Don’t show any mercy to anyone anymore. But mostly hurt that bastard, Jess. Very badly. Hurt him as much as you can.” she spurs her as she hugs her.

“I will.” Jessica swears, as everything starts fading away. //

Jessica startles awake.
She is still in Killgrave’s bedroom, in his bed, as he sleeps peacefully, on his side, turning towards her.

After all, Trish told her it was a dream. But with a background of truth. More than just a background.

The alarm clock on the night table informs her it’s half past seven in the morning, but she decides she has rested long enough.

She knows she can’t go downstairs wearing just that bathrobe and probably Killgrave’s men haven’t recovered her stuff yet.
She grabs her mobile, near the alarm clock and uses that to illuminate the path to Killgrave’s cupboards. She immediately finds the drawer of the underclothes and she steals a pair of tight boxers. She also selects a dark blue and purple damask shirt from the hanger.

Judging herself dressed enough, she leaves the bedroom, as silent as she can.

She easily finds the door window that leads to the terrace, where she spends some time, alone with her thoughts, clearing her mind, enjoying the fresh air of the spring mornings.
When she goes back, she recalls the way to reach the kitchen and, without disturbing anyone of Killgrave’s staff, she prepares her breakfast.
She’s making scrambled eggs - one of the very few dishes she can cook - when she hears someone going downstairs, slowly, very laboriously, as if there was something that prevents this person from doing that.

Reaching the last step and slapping his feet on the floor, Albert finally reaches her.

Jessica turns to see him, turning off the stove.

The old man looks very tired, with dark circles. Probably he hasn’t slept for days. He must haven’t eaten for days too, judging by his emaciated figure.

“I don’t have much time, I feel like I have to go back to work. For him.” he explains, clenching his teeth.

Upstairs, someone is moving in his sleep, stirring and stretching his hand out, to the other side of the mattress.
Empty. And cold.

That’s all it takes for Killgrave to wake up.

He switches the lights on and immediately notices the open cupboard and drawer, just like he notices the bathrobe Jessica left on the bed.

- She promised me she wouldn’t have gone away. She promised me she wouldn’t hate me.- he recalls, concerned, getting up.

And then his concern is replaced by his rage, as he stares at the mirror in the open cupboard his reflection with all the scratches, the bite marks and the hickeys.

- How can she give up all this? She asks for my help and I do everything I can to make her feel better. She seeks refuge in me and I offer that to her… and then she abandons me like this? - he shuts the cupboard close, furiously, choosing to wear only a T-shirt.

There’s no time to dress himself properly.

- I’m going to find her, wherever she hides and I’ll bring her back to me, even if I have to make dad give me the whole lot in just one injection! - he swears as he leaves the room.

(End I)
Notes:
Well, Killgrave will be happy to find out his Jessica is not that far, lol.

What can I say? If you are Albert’s fans, you won’t like the next part, not even a bit… even less if you are Simpson’s fans XD

Okay, this is probably the hottest scene I’ve ever written
Get ready for darker stuff from now on… those two are dangerous!
Hope you’ll like it, reviews are VERY appreciated ^^
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