[ Maybe he's sensed that he's running out of time to drink her in like he is. His gaze is blunt and solid, it doesn't drip all over her like the eyes Kilgrave watches her through. That doesn't make it shallow, unfortunately. Some of him is searching her for an order to follow. Jess only just left Reims so she wouldn't have to keep giving them, and god knows she'll be testing him that way later. What she has the energy for now is leaning towards him as his grip implores, accepting the pace he puts forward instead of streamrolling over it with her own.
She puts her palm to the ground for balance as her knee falls slowly to rest against his leg. Her cheekbone touches his, her eyelashes curling up against his skin when she shuts her eyes. For once, Jess is content to linger a moment as his breath pours over her mouth and she listens to the rhythm of her lungs: shallow, silent breaths, crucial for day to day survival. Carefully, she inhales deeply and purposefully for the first time in longer than she can remember. It feels like the red dust settled into damp clay at the bottom of her ribs, gently cracking and falling away as she breathes. ]
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She puts her palm to the ground for balance as her knee falls slowly to rest against his leg. Her cheekbone touches his, her eyelashes curling up against his skin when she shuts her eyes. For once, Jess is content to linger a moment as his breath pours over her mouth and she listens to the rhythm of her lungs: shallow, silent breaths, crucial for day to day survival. Carefully, she inhales deeply and purposefully for the first time in longer than she can remember. It feels like the red dust settled into damp clay at the bottom of her ribs, gently cracking and falling away as she breathes. ]