[ Maybe a part of Jesse is a glutton for punishment. It would explain why he's stuck around Mr. White for so long, anyway. Being around Jessica doesn't feel like punishment, though, and he sees her attempt to keep everyone at arm's length as a challenge more than a deterrent.
His tongue peeks out to moisten his lips briefly. The thought of tasting her is enough to make him salivate. He takes her smirk and arched brow as an invitation, so he closes the gap between them (as if he needs an excuse). His hand presses against her lower back to pull her closer to him before sliding further south, gripping the globe of her asscheek firmly in his hand. It pulls a low rumble from him, something between a purr and a growl. ]
[ The fact that she lets him in so close is telling. She lets him take the lead with her instead of calling all the shots. There's a slight crinkle of amusement and perhaps fondness at the corners of her eyes when he tugs her closer. Jesse is warm. He smells so fucking good, and he has a mouth made for sin. She already feels herself getting wet with anticipation.
She closes the rest of the gap and kisses him fiercely. It's teeth and tongue and hungry filth. She nips and sucks on his bottom lip. ]
[ Jesse's spent enough time around her to know that being let into her personal space is a privilege, but he tries not to read into it too much. Call it self-preservation, if you like. Jesse has a big heart and has a hard time not wearing it on his sleeve, but he's aware that doing so also makes him vulnerable. So he pushes aside any thoughts of feelings that might be starting to bloom inside of him. It's easier than it usually is right now, as the lust clouds his brain and makes his breath hitch.
He exhales shakily, already feeling the throbs of arousal pulse through his groin, certain they're close enough for her to feel how hard he is already. The kiss catches him off guard, but it's a pleasant surprise as Jessica's lips meet his. It's all teeth and tongue, heated breaths and raspy groans. It nearly takes his breath away and he looks a little dazed as she pulls back to speak.
Jesse nods, not even finding his voice to answer, but he doesn't need it to respond. He slides his hands up under her shirt, tracing the silhouette of her torso as he frees her from it, his mouth finding her neck to bite down. Not hard enough to hurt, but not that gently either, a groan soothing the ache he's left behind as he lets her shirt fall to the floor. His hands slide back down the curves of her sides, needing to take a half-step back but not wanting to, so he can work at getting her pants off too. ]
[ She likes having that effect on him. For all he tries to hide it, she can see how plainly he wears his heart on his sleeve. It makes her wonder how's he gotten so far in life without turning jagged and jaded like she has. If she and Trish were still talking, her sister would tell her that trauma affects everyone differently.
But she puts those thoughts out of her head. There's no room for that now. Right now, she wants to focus on how badly Jesse wants her. He's already hard for her. He starts undressing her with a hunger that never fails to get her hot. She tosses her shirt aside and tangles her dress in his hair. She gives it a sharp little tug of encouragement. She pushes him down to his knees because she knows he'll look gorgeous gazing up at her with those bright eyes. ]
You starved for me, Jesse? [ She teases in a purr. She grabs the bottle of Maker's and opens it for a swig while she smirks down at him. ] How long have you been thinking about eating me out?
[ Jesse's just one of those people who tries to stay optimistic--tries to see the beauty in things even when his world is dim and ugly. He clings to whatever he can find--those last slivers of sunshine cutting through the darkness. His life isn't easy, but he's under the impression that nobody's is, so he takes what he can get out of it and tries not to take much for granted. He's been through a lot, but somehow it hasn't yet been enough to make him believe there's no good left in the world.
Like meeting Jessica. Yeah, she's a little rough around the edges, but getting to see her or talk to her is starting to feel like the highlight of his week or month. He gets to just be himself and not worry about being judged for it, even if she doesn't know what exactly he gets up to when he's not with her. It's nice to forget for a while.
Jesse sinks easily to his knees at the slightest guidance from her, sitting back on his heels, knees spread slightly apart. ]
Hell yeah I am...I been thinking about it since the last time I saw you.
[ He admits it readily, unable to keep his hands off of her as he curls his fingers into her panties to tug them down also. His eyes grow dark, pupils blown open as he watches her take a swig from the bottle he brought. He wastes no more time with talk, urging Jessica back against the nearest wall, nudging her legs apart with his hands and his face. He nuzzles up between her legs, tongue flattening to lick a wide, long stripe up between her folds. He moans at her taste, the vibrations surging through her slick flesh.
Jesse gets to work quickly and easily. They could've just as well moved to the couch or nearest surface, but he's impatient at best. He can't keep his mouth off of her. He gathers saliva at the front of his mouth to slicken her up further, encircling her clit with his soft lips and sucking gently at her skin before he starts flicking the tip of his tongue against it. ]
[ They're both keeping things from each other. She's smart enough to know that Jesse is involved in some shady shit, but it's not her business to ask. It's not like he owes her anything. Not really. It's just companionship and good sex. He's one of the few people that she can stand. His optimism and playfulness doesn't grate on her. She actually finds it a little endearing.
But he doesn't know what she can do. He doesn't know anything about Kilgrave since he's missed that entire news cycle. To him, she's just a surly private investigation with a drinking problem. She kind of likes that's all she is to him. She hires her trauma and panic attacks and past.
It's easier that way.
She leans back against the wall. She lets him peel off her clothes. Jesse widens her legs, tosses her panties aside somewhere. She's got whiskey lingering on her tongue, and she has his licking at her. She groans at the first velvety against her. She knows she's wet, practically dripping for this, but he licks up every drop with a hunger she finds extremely hot.
She cries out as he sucks against her swollen clit. Her hips start to roll against his face. She drinks more from the bottle while her other hands tugs his dirty blond hair. ]
[ Jesse makes a point of not outright lying to Jessica, but he definitely avoids talking about how he makes money and what he does when he isn't with her. If she asks, he probably won't have the heart to be dishonest even though he knows it would involve the risk of her cutting ties with him. She doesn't seem judgmental, though. At least not about that. He can relate to trauma and post-traumatic stress, but those are dark subjects. There's never really a right time to bring any of that up. Definitely not in times like this, where it's likely to kill the mood.
Killing the mood is not what he wants to do right now, not by a long shot. So he focuses on what he's doing--lapping and sucking at her eagerly like he's been poisoned and her pussy is the antidote. He pushes himself up, guiding her leg to rest over his shoulder so she's better exposed for him. Jesse moans against her flesh at the sounds she makes and the way her hips buck against his face. The tug to his hair sends a shiver through him and he feels his dick press up more insistently against his jeans.
Jesse slides his hand up between her legs, tracing her folds gently with his fingertips to slick them up, groaning at how wet she is for him. She's soaked, and he'll gladly lap up every last drop. he focuses his lips and tongue on her clit, wanting to pull more sounds from her as he presses two fingers inside of her, curling them and aiming towards her abdomen as he tries to find that spot that makes her legs shake. His free hand drops to his lap, pressing his palm against the bulge beneath the denim fabric, trying to ease the ache a little. ]
[ Her slender leg slips over his shoulder. She presses her heel into his back to draw him closer. It opens her up to him, spread her wide open, for him to lick to his heart's content. She's hooked on the way it sounds. It's obscene and wet and loud thanks to his enthusiasm. Jessica rocks against him and uses the wall as leverage.
She keeps playing with his hair. She alternates between stroking her fingers through it and giving it little tugs to guide him where she wants him. She takes another pull of the bottle and lets herself float on the pleasure and the liquor. ]
Fuck! [ His fingers curl and find that perfect spot in her that makes her knees weak. She feels herself getting closer, but she sees him palming his erection. The order is barked out of her authoritatively before she thinks twice. ]
No. You don't get to touch yourself. That's for me.
[ Jesse almost flinches at the sudden change in her tone, but the way she orders him to stop makes the pit of his stomach twist, a sick sort of pleasure swirling through it like the way your stomach drops on a rollercoaster barreling over the crest of a hill. He moans, a low and involuntary sound before he finally listens, the hint of a whimper leaving him as he pulls his hand away from his aching cock. It pulses against his jeans and boxers, protesting the confines of the unforgiving restraints of the fabric. ]
Fuck, please. I want you so bad.
[ Jesse breathes the words, almost a whisper, a pained expression coming over his face. He listens, though, and leans back in obediently to get back to work. He licks and sucks at Jessica's clit, alternating between deep and slow movements and quick flickers of the tip of his tongue. All the while he's thrusting his fingers in and out of her, trying to keep hitting that spot inside of her. He wants her to come riding his fingers and his tongue, making a mess of his face as he trembles beneath her, so weak at the knees with lust that he would sink to them if he wasn't already on the ground. He's so hard it hurts, but he'll wait for her to grant him her touch. ]
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Date: 2023-10-10 04:47 pm (UTC)[ Maybe a part of Jesse is a glutton for punishment. It would explain why he's stuck around Mr. White for so long, anyway. Being around Jessica doesn't feel like punishment, though, and he sees her attempt to keep everyone at arm's length as a challenge more than a deterrent.
His tongue peeks out to moisten his lips briefly. The thought of tasting her is enough to make him salivate. He takes her smirk and arched brow as an invitation, so he closes the gap between them (as if he needs an excuse). His hand presses against her lower back to pull her closer to him before sliding further south, gripping the globe of her asscheek firmly in his hand. It pulls a low rumble from him, something between a purr and a growl. ]
Starving. You gonna be a good host and feed me?
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Date: 2023-10-11 01:33 pm (UTC)She closes the rest of the gap and kisses him fiercely. It's teeth and tongue and hungry filth. She nips and sucks on his bottom lip. ]
Take off my clothes and I will.
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Date: 2023-10-11 11:34 pm (UTC)He exhales shakily, already feeling the throbs of arousal pulse through his groin, certain they're close enough for her to feel how hard he is already. The kiss catches him off guard, but it's a pleasant surprise as Jessica's lips meet his. It's all teeth and tongue, heated breaths and raspy groans. It nearly takes his breath away and he looks a little dazed as she pulls back to speak.
Jesse nods, not even finding his voice to answer, but he doesn't need it to respond. He slides his hands up under her shirt, tracing the silhouette of her torso as he frees her from it, his mouth finding her neck to bite down. Not hard enough to hurt, but not that gently either, a groan soothing the ache he's left behind as he lets her shirt fall to the floor. His hands slide back down the curves of her sides, needing to take a half-step back but not wanting to, so he can work at getting her pants off too. ]
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Date: 2023-10-13 02:02 pm (UTC)But she puts those thoughts out of her head. There's no room for that now. Right now, she wants to focus on how badly Jesse wants her. He's already hard for her. He starts undressing her with a hunger that never fails to get her hot. She tosses her shirt aside and tangles her dress in his hair. She gives it a sharp little tug of encouragement. She pushes him down to his knees because she knows he'll look gorgeous gazing up at her with those bright eyes. ]
You starved for me, Jesse? [ She teases in a purr. She grabs the bottle of
Maker's and opens it for a swig while she smirks down at him. ] How long have you been thinking about eating me out?
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Date: 2023-10-15 04:36 am (UTC)Like meeting Jessica. Yeah, she's a little rough around the edges, but getting to see her or talk to her is starting to feel like the highlight of his week or month. He gets to just be himself and not worry about being judged for it, even if she doesn't know what exactly he gets up to when he's not with her. It's nice to forget for a while.
Jesse sinks easily to his knees at the slightest guidance from her, sitting back on his heels, knees spread slightly apart. ]
Hell yeah I am...I been thinking about it since the last time I saw you.
[ He admits it readily, unable to keep his hands off of her as he curls his fingers into her panties to tug them down also. His eyes grow dark, pupils blown open as he watches her take a swig from the bottle he brought. He wastes no more time with talk, urging Jessica back against the nearest wall, nudging her legs apart with his hands and his face. He nuzzles up between her legs, tongue flattening to lick a wide, long stripe up between her folds. He moans at her taste, the vibrations surging through her slick flesh.
Jesse gets to work quickly and easily. They could've just as well moved to the couch or nearest surface, but he's impatient at best. He can't keep his mouth off of her. He gathers saliva at the front of his mouth to slicken her up further, encircling her clit with his soft lips and sucking gently at her skin before he starts flicking the tip of his tongue against it. ]
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Date: 2023-10-19 01:14 pm (UTC)But he doesn't know what she can do. He doesn't know anything about Kilgrave since he's missed that entire news cycle. To him, she's just a surly private investigation with a drinking problem. She kind of likes that's all she is to him. She hires her trauma and panic attacks and past.
It's easier that way.
She leans back against the wall. She lets him peel off her clothes. Jesse widens her legs, tosses her panties aside somewhere. She's got whiskey lingering on her tongue, and she has his licking at her. She groans at the first velvety against her. She knows she's wet, practically dripping for this, but he licks up every drop with a hunger she finds extremely hot.
She cries out as he sucks against her swollen clit. Her hips start to roll against his face. She drinks more from the bottle while her other hands tugs his dirty blond hair. ]
Fuuuuuuuuck.
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Date: 2023-10-19 11:12 pm (UTC)Killing the mood is not what he wants to do right now, not by a long shot. So he focuses on what he's doing--lapping and sucking at her eagerly like he's been poisoned and her pussy is the antidote. He pushes himself up, guiding her leg to rest over his shoulder so she's better exposed for him. Jesse moans against her flesh at the sounds she makes and the way her hips buck against his face. The tug to his hair sends a shiver through him and he feels his dick press up more insistently against his jeans.
Jesse slides his hand up between her legs, tracing her folds gently with his fingertips to slick them up, groaning at how wet she is for him. She's soaked, and he'll gladly lap up every last drop. he focuses his lips and tongue on her clit, wanting to pull more sounds from her as he presses two fingers inside of her, curling them and aiming towards her abdomen as he tries to find that spot that makes her legs shake. His free hand drops to his lap, pressing his palm against the bulge beneath the denim fabric, trying to ease the ache a little. ]
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Date: 2023-10-26 01:50 pm (UTC)She keeps playing with his hair. She alternates between stroking her fingers through it and giving it little tugs to guide him where she wants him. She takes another pull of the bottle and lets herself float on the pleasure and the liquor. ]
Fuck! [ His fingers curl and find that perfect spot in her that makes her knees weak. She feels herself getting closer, but she sees him palming his erection. The order is barked out of her authoritatively before she thinks twice. ]
No. You don't get to touch yourself. That's for me.
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Date: 2023-10-27 05:17 am (UTC)Fuck, please. I want you so bad.
[ Jesse breathes the words, almost a whisper, a pained expression coming over his face. He listens, though, and leans back in obediently to get back to work. He licks and sucks at Jessica's clit, alternating between deep and slow movements and quick flickers of the tip of his tongue. All the while he's thrusting his fingers in and out of her, trying to keep hitting that spot inside of her. He wants her to come riding his fingers and his tongue, making a mess of his face as he trembles beneath her, so weak at the knees with lust that he would sink to them if he wasn't already on the ground. He's so hard it hurts, but he'll wait for her to grant him her touch. ]