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Purple Rain	By : InevitablePurpleRain Category: Marvel Verse TV > no category yet Views: 1336 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary:
Jessica deals with her new found husband and Kilgrave discovers new feelings.

Chapter II (II): Kiss me!

The evening of the last day of hospitalization finally arrived. Kevin had received several calls from the developer and the company he had hired for the move and everything was finished. The house he had chosen for him and Jessica was ready.
Now all that remained was to spend one last night, one night and then finally he would sleep in a real bed and have a worthy meal. Ever since Jessica had had that accident, he had been eating prepackaged foods, salty crackers and other junk. He was just nibbling on a snack when he absent-mindedly heard a voice coming from the TV down the hall.

// "Patricia, it's a real honor to have you as a guest on our show!” // the host greeted her.

Patricia ?!
An alarm bell rang in the persuader's head.
Naah, it must be a coincidence, there are millions of Patricia in the showbiz ...

// "Your radio show ' Trish Talk ' is doing great and keeping millions of viewers company every day, and the number is growing more and more… ”// continued the presenter.

Oh shit, that's her!

Running was out of his style, but the situation demanded it: when he arrived in front of the television, the blonde Patricia Walker, the Jessca’s adoptive sister, probably one of the guests of that talk show, was about to answer.

"Change channel!" he immediately shouted to the old woman who was watching the broadcast. She changed the channel with a disappointed look.
"I liked that program, young man," he protested.
"Oh, shut up!" Kilgrave shushed her badly, then returned to Jessica's room. He didn't want to risk Jessica seeing that Trish , as she used to call her herself.

When he entered, he found her lying with her head in the place of the feet and bare feet in the place of the head. She seemed like a lioness in a cage.
More like a pantheress.

"I want a snack too," Jessica grumbled as soon as she saw him.
"Not until you feel better," he replied, amused.

Then he looked at her, her bare legs showing off and her nightgown almost looked like a veil ready to be torn. Kilgrave sighed through his nose and sat down in his usual chair, crossed his legs. Something inside him suggested that Jessica wasn't wearing her knickers.

"So" she resumed, completely unaware of his emotions "I was hit by a bus and I have lost my memory?"
"Yes, darling," he nodded.
"And before that, I didn't have a job," she looked at him sideways.
"Exactly."
"Neither a family."
"Alas."
"Only you."
"Precisely" Kevin smiled at her. "Just me."

Jessica stopped looking at him and sat up, cross-legged under her hospital nightgown. He instinctively pulled his back from the chair and gave her a vibrant, meaningful look.

"What made you fall in love with me?" she asked, ignoring the electric shock his eyes had sent her "I don't feel so much the kind of woman a tea-drainer like you might like."

Kevin smiled at her.
"You're exactly the kind of woman I like" he corrected, getting up and sitting next to her on the mattress. Jessica felt an intense emotion, fear and lust joined together. She didn't flinch.
"I had tons of girls in my life,” he resumed, and he was sincere “But none, none of them is even remotely comparable to you, Jessica Jones."

Without stopping to look into her eyes, he slipped his right hand under her robe, between her warm thighs.
"You are everything I have ever wanted," he continued in a soft voice, full of excitement "You are everything I love."

Jessica spread her legs slightly apart, full of pleasant expectation, but as he pushed further, she jumped. An infinitesimal flash of her past flashed in front of her eyes and left her frozen, scared.

"No!" Jessica blurted out unconsciously, pulling away from him and breaking the magic. "Sorry, but I can't ... I can't do it, I don't know why."
"Sure" he reassured her, hiding an enormous disappointment "Don't worry."

He stood up, depressed.
"I'm going to find a more comfortable chair, my back deserves better."
"Wait," Jessica stopped him. "Kevin."

He whirled around and looked at her with two big eyes. Bloody hell, no one had called him that for ... For centuries. Even Jessica seemed dazed by that name.

"Tell me what I can do for you," he answered immediately, curious.
"This bed is big,” she murmured, blushing slightly. “If you want to lie down, it’s okay for me. "
"Do you mean near to you?" he asked, more and more amazed.
She smiled.
"I'll have to start getting used to it, sooner or later ..."

Kilgrave could not believe his ears, but when he saw her making room for him ans slide closer to the wall, he realized she was not joking.
He took off his Italian shoes, put his fashioned jacket on the chair and then sat down next to her, on top of the bedspread. He couldn't believe what was happening.
"Are you really sure?"
Jessica turned away and gave him her back like a mischievous child.
"I'm in a hospital, with no memory and with an English husband I don't remember having. Can I be sure of anything, in your opinion?" she asked, but with her adorable wry smile on her lips. He returned to her and decided to take advantage of it. He lay down beside her, his aching back immediately thanking him for such a relief, and his right arm encircled her waist above the blanket. He pushed closer, until he was in the same position in which she was lying, as if he were a shell of armor that protected it.
So is that how it feels to be a real husband?
He wondered as he watched their rings.

"Good night, Jessi" He kissed her quickly on the cheek.
She smiled to herself.
"Good night, Kevin." she answered softly, closing her eyes, intoxicated by his perfume.
No , Jessica told herself, he’s not a monster .

The next morning, Kevin woke up early with his beloved still in his arms, his nose still buried in her hair. The fact that he had slept fully dressed but without even a blanket had made him numb from the cold, but he didn't even notice. He got up very gently and looked at her in disbelief.
Jessica was still asleep and as usual she appropriated herself for a good part of the bed. He gently stroked her hair and smiled.
He hadn't touched her, they hadn't even exchanged a kiss, but that night had undoubtedly been the most beautiful of his entire life. It had been intimate in its romanticism, sensual in its affection. Jessica had given him proof of trust and the next step was almost upon him. It would be wonderful. Kilgrave realized in that moment the difference between the before and the now. He had already slept many nights with Jessica, he had made love to her a lot of times, in all possible and imaginable ways but ... No orgasm, not even the very first one, could be compared to that prolonged embrace. Either he was getting soft, or the fact that she asked him on her own free will really made a difference.
In any case, he got up, put on his shoes and went to get both his jacket and overcoat, given the cold at the end of January and those mornings shrouded in frost.
Jessica was still sleeping like the dead, her lips parted on the pillow in a very inelegant way. She wasn't exactly a lady , but she was still beautiful to him, so genuine. And then, Kilgrave noted, as soon as he got up she turned to his side. Either it was a coincidence, or her beautiful body was looking for his ...
He smiled to himself and left the room.

"Bring me a coffee," he ordered the nurse with a snap of her fingers and she obeyed without even saying a word.
Now there was something else to think about, a blonde, hairy thing with a purple bow around her neck.

Jessica was soon released from the hospital. Her superhero body had regenerated quickly, but the same could not be said of her memory. She continued to remember nothing, only a few and rambling fragments of her past: a room similar to a shack, faces without names and words without a voice. And then there was the man who had saved her life.
Her husband.
When he had told her they were married, Jessica hadn't had any particular reactions, she had remained apathetic. She had genuinely wondered what on earth she'd found in such a man… Except for the obvious, of course. The night before she had been one step away from going to bed with him and when she felt his fingers brush against her thighs, her lower abdomen had liquefied.
But there was something about him that she couldn't explain. Something that kept her away, that made her restless and that mortified the attraction she felt for that charming and funny stranger.
But what?
The fact that she had no one else but him made her even more skeptical and alarmed. Was it possible that she didn't have a friend, a relative, anyone to ask for explanations or to confide in? It was as if he had dug a pit around her. Of course, he had told her that her parents had died in a car accident. He had told her that the issue of super strength had excluded and estranged her from the world, because people avoided that stuff, since superheroes are only beautiful on television, to repeat his exact words. Yet something about all of this didn't convince her, like wearing such unnecessarily uncomfortable ankle boots and such an excessively purple dress. Jessica understood by now that he liked purple a lot and it seemed that he had chosen her clothes for her. And if that was true… well, the fuck he could do it again.
And the fact that he looked so handsome and noble didn't help. Yeah, he was cool, he was perfect on the spot, but he wasn't exactly the kind of man she was going to marry. Evidently Kevin - as her husband was called- must have been a glaring exception. He couldn't have won her over with his glossy appearance or with his questionable kindness …

"Stop!" he shouted at the road, and immediately a large-displacement SUV crashed with a screech of brakes. And then he turned and gave her a playboy wink. Watch it , he mimed the words with his lips.

"Lend me the car, come on," Kevin spoke as if nothing had happened, and immediately the owner of the car, a distinguished gentleman in a suit and tie, got out and left him the keys.
"What the fuck ...?" Jessica exclaimed, stunned "Why did he leave his car to us?"
Kilgrave smiled gleefully. "You'll find out, Jessica Jones, that your soulmate has a certain influence on people." he explained cryptically, getting into the car “Come on, love! Get in. ”
Jessica obeyed and reluctantly sat down in the passenger seat.
"Did you know him?" she asked, trying to find the seat belt.
"Who, that guy?" Kevin asked as he started the car “Nope. Oh, bloody hell, there is no sodding automatic transmission! What kind of Mercedes is this!?"

Jessica stared at him with a grimace, Kilgrave looked at her.
“Can you believe that it is since… 2009 that I haven’t driven a car? The last time it happened to me in Oklahoma , after my driver was bitten by a water moccasin. " he smiled at her "But I think I remember how to do it."

And having said that, he gave a big revving on the accelerator and they took off so fast that Jessica had to grab the handle above.
"Fuck!" she cursed, scared “Watch out! Pedestrians! " She screamed.
"I saw them!" he minimized, narrowly missing them. He gave the throttle more gas and Jessica gripped the handle even tighter.
“Jerk, you're going to 180 km/h! Do you want to slow down !? " she yelled at him, but Kevin snorted and swerved so sharply that she ended up with her face against the glass. A cyclist, to avoid being run over, threw himself in the middle of a flower bed, thrilled.
“Kevin, fuck! Slow down!" she continued to shout for the whole trip, after the various red lights burned, the runs in the wrong direction and those in the preferential lanes. Despite perhaps breaking all the rules of the road, Kilgrave eventually proved to be a good driver and drove them both home to the Queens region, safe and sound.
"Here we are, love," he said smugly, while a disheveled Jessica breathed a sigh of relief "We're home."
Jessica immediately leaned out of the window and stared wide-eyed at the large, welcoming biscuit-colored cottage.
"Is that my house?" she asked, perplexed.
" Our house. Do you like it?" he asked, slightly worried.
"Yes," She replied.
I believe , she thought.

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