Hot. That was the first thing I thought as I came to. My eyes wandered to the back of my skull before my lids decided to open, greeting me to Kilgrave's torso wrapped around me.
Oh shit. We... we kissed.
As last night came back to me, I felt his body shift, a small groan escaping him as he rolled over, obviously too warm as well. I sighed in relief quietly, looking under the covers to see that I was in a vest and underwear, thank god.
Looking around the room I noticed our cases still standing in the corner of the room, unmoved from when Kilgrave and I... Shivering at the thought, I sat up, carefully siting on the edge of the bed. I did my best not to move the sheets, knowing that waking Kilgrave up now wouldn't be the best of ideas. As much as I hated to admit it, he was saving me. Granted, he kidnapped me, but he was also doing this because the men that were after Amanda are now after me.
Standing up I carefully laid my case on the floor and silently opened it, taking a fresh lot of clothes and underwear out- purple. I had to scoff, of course it would be purple, he packed it. Walking quietly to the bathroom I shut the door and turned the shower on, I needed to clear my head and a steaming hot shower was the way to go.
Rinsing off the conditioner, I turned the water off and sighed, much better. Grabbing two towels I wrapped my hair in one and the other around my body, sitting on the edge of the bath whilst the worst of the water absorbed itself into the towel before drying myself off and getting dressed. I had grabbed black skinny jeans and a purple shirt, which looked to be one of his. "Shit." I mumbled, hearing the curtains draw; he was awake. Rolling my head I put it on, pulling up the sleeves and tucking it into my waistband, I left the top two buttons undone. Looking in the mirror I sighed, great now I look like a dude.
Towel drying my hair I grabbed the shitty hotel hair dryer to roughly shape it, delaying the inevitable facing him.
"Joy?" I heard through the buzz of the hairdryer, along with three knocks. Turning it off I opened the door, seeing him in a maroon sweater and dark grey trousers, loungewear for him. "Good morning." He said, opening the door fully. "How did you sleep?" He was trying to tease me, really?
"Fine, thank you." I said, brushing passed him. "It's all yours."
"Is that my shirt?" Shit, of course he was going to notice.
"Yeah, I grabbed it accidentally." I looked away, sitting on the bed and grabbing a magazine, pretending not to notice the smirk plastered all over his face right now.
"It suits you." With that he disappeared into the bathroom, presumably to wash his face and teeth, considering we did shower last night.
Thoughts of last night kept popping into my head, making me shiver. Stop thinking about it! I scolded myself, reminding my brain that he was a psychotic murderer who has the power to control minds, and who is also kidnapping me. Despite the fact that he's doing that to save me...
"Shall we head down to breakfast? I'm famished." Kilgrave suddenly appeared from the bathroom, looking refreshed and clean shaven. The smell of his cologne hit me, a masculine scent that could only be described as intoxicating and powerful.
"Sure." I answered, hoping with all my might that I wasn't blushing, my body not wanting to show any sign of enjoyment around him. Just because we kissed it does not give him the right to treat me like we were something more than a kidnapper and victim!
Hopping off the bed I slipped my shoes on, ignoring the fact that Kilgrave was watching my every move.
"So, how far have we got left to go?" I asked, breaking the awkward silence between us.
"We're not far. But I can't tell you where we're going." He answered, curt.
"Okay then..." I said, rolling my eyes. Kilgrave called the lift and once we were inside pressed the lobby button, causing the doors to close.
"Last night." Kilgrave's eyesight to the doors didn't falter as I looked up at him, sighing as my eyes returned to the ground.
"Kilgrave..." I began, but I got cut off.
"Despite what you may think of me, it wasn't nothing." He paused, giving me time to finish.
"I can't. Not with you. Not when you..." I paused, seeing him look at me in the loft doors reflection. "I just can't, ok?" He knew why I felt that way, I mean he was the one to abuse me, the one that had controlled my life since the day that I had met him. He made me forget about the experiments we were held under. I was the lab rat for him and his parents, so much so that my mind was forced to create an alternate personality that knew nothing of my powers or what had gone on. She was emotionally numb at the start, and became a part of me that I will never truly be rid of.
Before Kilgrave could say anything else the doors to the lobby opened, our short journey to the breakfast buffet over. But before we could step out, two armed guards raised their guns at us.
"Do not say a word, and step out slowly! Hands where we can see them!" I looked at Kilgrave with panic as he nodded, raising his hands in surrender as I followed, stepping out of the lift and into a lobby filled with uniformed armed guards.
"Who are you?" I asked, knowing that if Kilgrave spoke they would shoot him.
"I said no talking!" Immediately after I was struck in the knee, making Kilgrave threaten the guard.
"Shoot yourselves!" He yelled, causing everyone in the room to raise a gun at their heads and pull the trigger. I screamed at the sound, but the guards that heard fell to the ground with tranquillisers in their heads. Grabbing a gun I tried to do the same.
"Kilgrave." I begged him, unable to resist his powers.
"Not you, stop." He said urgently, pulling me close as I began to breathe more rapidly, I was having a panic attack.
More guards arrived, these with helmets and headphones on, aiming their weapons at us once more.
"Just stop!" I said, seeing them fire darts at the both of us. Several hit me in the leg as Kilgrave attempted to shield me with his body, taking the majority of them in his back.
"Kilgrave." I slurred, his body limp on my own. As they neared more and more shot at me, my legs and arm covered in darts as I began to feel the effects. "He'll kill you all for this." I began, attempting to stand up, sliding into the floor. My body felt heavy, like someone was standing on me and preventing me from moving, and as the soldiers neared I saw them pick Kilgrave up, placing a muzzle on him before restraining me and picking me up.
"Sir, she's still conscious." A soldier said to a short haired man, one who was walking towards me.
"Take them both to containment cells. It won't be long before she's out anyway. Just make sure neither of them wake up before we reach the base."
A base? Who, who was he?
"Agent Coulson, we have a call for you. It's Stark."
That name, Stark. He was... He was part of the labs that experimented on me.
Stark Industries.
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Kilgrave's Joy
Fanfiction"Smile" Jessica pulled the sides of Kilgrave's mouth, turning his neck sharply to the left. *crack*. A new case sees Jessica in search of Amanda Rickman, an English woman who had been reported missing over a year ago. She was last seen arriving in...
