[ Jess utters a token grumble, persuaded to shhh by his hands, finally touching her like he's not afraid her skin is going to betray them. she's been starving for some sort of contact ever since he left her bed, to the point that she contemplated fuelling up to black out and getting it from someone else. seemed too cumbersome, in the end. self-sabotage overkill. plus it's always good to have an ace up her sleeve.
when she feels herself drift off, she pulls herself back by moving her hand to his thigh. he's warmer than a radiator and rough in denim, like her. if she falls asleep, she can't have this anymore, unless it's contorted by her memories. the past few nights (or days or units of sleep, whenever they swarmed her side of the battlefield) she hasn't seen him, only knows he's there, through the window and far away, with his eye planted on a scope. watching Kilgrave fuck her, watching her like it, just like he tells her she does, and somehow she knows Frank can hear them too, her name spat onto her again and again as he shoves himself into her. at least if it's a different dream, she may not remember it so well. with how things have worked out, the rationale that helped bring her hear is no longer holding up. her fingers move gently over the fibres of his jeans, her other hand limply grasping at the hem of his leg.
oh, he's stopped shushing her. waning, Jess tips her head toward him to be heard, unable to raise her voice. ] Four hours. Wake me up.
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when she feels herself drift off, she pulls herself back by moving her hand to his thigh. he's warmer than a radiator and rough in denim, like her. if she falls asleep, she can't have this anymore, unless it's contorted by her memories. the past few nights (or days or units of sleep, whenever they swarmed her side of the battlefield) she hasn't seen him, only knows he's there, through the window and far away, with his eye planted on a scope. watching Kilgrave fuck her, watching her like it, just like he tells her she does, and somehow she knows Frank can hear them too, her name spat onto her again and again as he shoves himself into her. at least if it's a different dream, she may not remember it so well. with how things have worked out, the rationale that helped bring her hear is no longer holding up. her fingers move gently over the fibres of his jeans, her other hand limply grasping at the hem of his leg.
oh, he's stopped shushing her. waning, Jess tips her head toward him to be heard, unable to raise her voice. ] Four hours. Wake me up.