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𝓜𝓻. 𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓸𝓻

𝖙𝖊𝖝𝖙, 𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖔 (𝔲𝔫;𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖉𝖔𝖌)

𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 (𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖋𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊)

𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖇 𝖛𝖕 (𝔰𝔞𝔣𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢)

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𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖗 (𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔫, 𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔠, 𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔩)

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[underachievement]

[ Safe is all it can be and this is still all she can give. If Kilgrave finds out she slept with someone, he might have them mutilate or kill themselves, but if he knows she has legitimate feelings for them, he'll do what he did to Luke. If he can't influence them directly, it will motivate him to get more creative. But Jess hasn't gotten that careless since Luke (rightfully) left and she doesn't see the Punisher breaking her streak. The safeguard against a relationship is just another way in which he's her best bet.

She topples him softly, letting him fool her into thinking respite can be this easy for as long as it takes him to come to senses. Not long enough. She supports herself on her forearm but their chests barely part. ]

It doesn't have to be complicated. [ Jess strains not to sound annoyed, slinking her hand around the back of his neck. Her body drinks up the heat of his skin through their clothes, she's been so parched for contact. He is too or he would have shoved her off immediately. ]

[oorah]

[ it isn't that safe isn't enough. safe is good, he knows. near impossible for her in the past. but he worries about that too, about not measuring up. the second she touches him, he leans in and effectively closes the distance he'd just put between them. it's obvious he wants this -- that he wants her, but it can't be so simple for him. he doesn't know how it can be for her. his thumb rubs against her hipbone idly and he bites into his lip as he regards her, words caught in his throat. she's practically throwing herself at him, a woman he'd admired and perhaps even coveted from the moment he saw her; but what she says makes his heart drop into his toes. ]

Pretty sure that ship sailed. [ an instant rejoinder, and if he sounds a little hurt, well. he is, even if he doesn't want to put that on her. none of this has ever been her fault, least of all his feelings for her. those had crept up on him as it was, but when his gaze falls to her full lips again he knows he can't reject her. at least, not now. he'd have to work up to it, and that, apparently, starts with a kiss. the way he kisses her is much more deliberate, firm but gentle. his eyes shut again as he leans into the lines of their bodies and tries not to count how long it's been since he was with someone (his wife) this way. ]

[underachievement]

[ He sounds a little hurt, but then he often looks a little hurt, and that glances right off her armour too. Frank gets hurt, it's what he does. If he's willing to be her whetstone, he knows her well enough not to expect her to save him from himself. He's as clearheaded as he's ever been and she's livably drunk, like always. It's not her problem if he's learning as he goes to compartmentalize his kind of obvious and very, very ill-advised feelings for her. Acting in cruel ignorance of them may just drive the point home that they'd be better directed literally anywhere else.

As they slide to the top of his spine, his hair curls around her fingers. It suited him when it was shorter, in their first month, but regardless of how it looks, it feels soft as hell pooling against her palm. Her nails are blunted to the rounds of her fingertips from constant construction work; the callouses on her thumbs, chipping away in dry layers, are likely to scratch him deeper than them, when she rakes them carefully against his scalp. He tastes like coffee, which she ran out of not long ago, and she sinks her teeth shallowly into his bottom lip, bidding him to open up for more. Bitch is tired. ]

[oorah]

[ frank has always been good at getting hurt, especially if it meant saving others from the trouble. is it any surprise that holds true now even when he's getting what he wanted? or, what he didn't even know he wanted until he was getting it, more accurately. she tastes like bourbon and try though he might to stifle the sound against her mouth, he issues a low moan at the way her fingers catch against his scalp. it doesn't have to be complicated. it echoes in his mind even as he knows every word to be a lie. his fingers work under her shirt anyway, his own callouses sliding over the base of her spine while he opens his mouth to her. it's easy to lose himself here, and to forget why he'd been trying to stop it.

a sharp intake of breath can be heard over the din of the rain as she bites into his lip and his mouth opens even wider in invitation, his other hand finding her shoulder and roughly holding on. his tongue darts out to meet hers willingly and active thoughts about feelings or relationships are easily pushed aside. maybe they can just stay like this a while, and it can be uncomplicated. that doesn't make either of them a bad person; but maybe everything else they've done does. those things don't have room in this space either, he's decided without thinking about it. ]