I fell in love with the purple devil

Part 47

~Anna's point of view~

It felt...good, better than I wanted to admit, better than I was willing to admit. His hands against my skin, on my hips, sides, the faces, sounds he made, Hell that I was making. In the moment, it was, bliss. There was no other way to describe it really. We made sure to leave marks on one another, hickies scattered against my pale throat as my nails dig into his chest and shoulders, leaving slight, long red marks, guiding my hips forward and down with his help. It was less, rough than I had originally intended. Something had shifted when he called me that name, looked at me like that. I hadn't meant it to, but it had. I wanted to take the pain away from his features, and the loneliness away from his eyes. I...I wanted my own loneliness to go away. I felt warm with him, complete again, more together than I had in years without even thinking. It was one perfect moment. Maybe that's why we went slowly, I don't think either of us really wanted to break out of it. We wanted to hide there, just there for a little while longer. But, we couldn't. His head pushed back and his hands tighten around my waist as our bodies started to fall out of rhythm. Not yet, please. This was too good, too perfect, not yet. To my dismay, we both unraveled into each other. After a moment I crumble down on his chest. We where both slight sweaty. His heart was beating so fast and neither of us had been able to catch up to our breath yet as we parted, his arms around my lower back. A small part of me wanted to stay, wanted to curl up on him and cuddle and sleep and wake to find everything okay and perfect. But it wasn't...the moment was gone. I slide off him onto the bed and blush covering myself quickly with the soft sheet as my shame finally tracks me down and captures me once more.

~Kilgrave's point of view~
She was so quick to move away from me when it was all over. I mean, I hadn't even truly come down from my high before she was curled up in a sheet beside me instead of in my arms. She was looking down, thinking again, which was never a good thing I found. I watched her gently, silently as not to intrude until I look back up at the ceiling, "...I meant it," I said quietly and could feel her look over, "just..please. Don't make me say it again," I request staring at the ceiling as she turned on her side, 'say what?' She presses, not even attempting to play coy as I look over and frown, thinking she was reviling in my discomfort but stopping for a moment, her eyes more desperate than smug as I would have assumed. I hate when she looked like that, it made me feel...weak, like I needed to make her feel better, like I needed to care. "You know what," I huff deciding to ignore it as she looked down, playing with the sheet, 'please...Kevin...just...say it, say it....so I can stay,' she whispers and my eyes widen looking over at him, panic rising in my chest slightly. She couldn't leave again, I just couldn't let that happen. It took a good few moments of silence in the dark, she even sighed starting to shift closer to the edge of the bed. "I missed you...please...don't go," I request quietly and look down not moving, showing I wouldn't physically try and stop her from doing so. I couldn't watch her, I didn't want to see her leave after the incredible fullness, closeness we had experienced. I heard shuffling of covers and the bed dipped once more and I look over. She had climbed back firmly in the center of her side, her back to me. I frown at first before realizing what she was doing. I gently shift over a bit, hesitantly reaching an arm around her mid-section as she tenses, all movement stopping for a moment before I gently pull her more to the middle, meeting her there in the middle on my side, curling around her, one of my legs slipping between hers. She said nothing, did nothing to show discomfort or signs of wanting me to more away. I curl around her until she was cocooned to me, closing my eyes with my chin on her shoulder. I open my mouth to say something but it was if she sensed it, 'shut up and go to sleep,' she mumbles, gently laying a hand over mine around her stomach. I look at her for a moment, her arm over mine before closing both my mouth and eyes, willingly obeying as I squeeze her, both of us drifting to sleep.

*hey! I'm back! I don't know if anyone's even still interested in this book but in honor of JJ season 2, here you go :3*