Jessica Jones thinks you should go f*ck yourself (aka_snarkybitch) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2018-10-09 14:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | jessica jones (aka_snarkybitch), serena cooper (army-tech) |
Her Greatest Battle Yet
Who: Jessica and Serena
Where: Jessica's Apartment
When: Backdated to during the great power outage
What: Jess without her powers
Rating: Low
Jessica Jones had woken up on her bed, flat on her stomach and groggy from the night before. She was even still dressed in her street clothes. Feeling the first signs of hunger pains she grumbled and rolled out of bed to inspect the contents of her fridge. She had an expired carton of milk and a jar of pickles in there. Hardly the breakfast of champions, but it'd do for now. She pulled the jar out and went to twist it open. Normally a woman of her strength there'd be no problem, but that morning? No give. She tried again. Same result.
What the...
Twenty minutes later, Jess sat on her sofa with her laptop on one part of the coffee table and that jar sitting right in front of her. She glowered at it. Setting aside the fact that she has a strong craving for pickles right now, what the fuck was going on? Why couldn't she open the damn thing? She had half a mind to throw the jar against the wall.
While Jessica was being aggravated by the jar, Serena had been trying to call her. So, when the woman didn't pick up, obviously Serena hurried over to her lover's home, Not exactly taking the time to doll herself up, she rushed over with her hair a mess, and wearing cut-off jeans and a tattered black tanktop. "Jess? Hon? Are you in there?" She called out, knocking at the door and trying not to let on how freaked out she was.
"It's open!" Jess called, not even bothering to get up and open the door. She was annoyed as all get out. Why the fuck couldn't she open the jar? It was almost enough to make her want to hit something!
Serena walked in, blinking in disbelief as she saw the normally powerful woman struggling with a damn jar. Ok, she couldn't even pretend this wasn't hilarious. "Jess? What in the blue hell are you doing?"
"Getting... really fucking angry," Jessica replied, trying to twist the lid off with a cute little grunt of exertion. She growled, stood up and made to throw the jar against the wall... before stopping and sighing with what can only be described as shame and humiliation. "Will you please open this for me? I want a goddamn pickle."
"This. This right here." Serena said teasingly, as she held up the jar, and (quite easily, thank you) unscrewed the lid. "Might be the single funniest moment of my entire life, Jessica Jones."
Jessica narrowed her eyes and took the jar from Serena, fishing her fingers inside and picking out a pickle. She bit it in half and chewed. "I am totally okay withholding sex from you if you laugh. I swear, I'll do it."
"You say that, but somehow I think if I break out the lingerie, your resolve will crumble pretty quickly." Serena retorted, before feeling the need to add: "Did you need anything else while I'm here? Like.... a piece of paper torn, or a bottle of soda taken out of the fridge?"
Jessica continued narrowing her eyes at Serena. "You're very lucky that you chose to mention lingerie," she grumbled. She munched on the last of that pickle and started on another, sitting down on the sofa with a hilariously adorable huff. "Thanks, by the way."
Serena sighed, walking over to plop down next to Jessica. "You're welcome. And hey... all jokes aside, I know this has to be weird for you. Can I do anything to make it a little easier on you?"
Jessica set the pickle jar aside and thought for a moment. What kind of person was she without her strength? Where did she put her anger now? "No. If anything just... don't put up with my shit." Which was her way of saying she was going to pout a lot.
"Oh, no worries there. I love sarcastic, ballsy, take-no-shit Jessica Jones." Serena said, nodding emphatically. "So I'm not about to have ANY patience for sad-sack, pouty Jessica."
Jessica looked at Serena and gave her a small appreciative smile and a little shoulder-check. "So... If you have any questions I guess now's the time to ask them."
"You know... the ridiculous part is that I don't." Serena laughed, giving a slightly-embarrassed shrug. "I guess all I really care about is that you care about me. Nothing else really matters to me. I figure anything else, you can share with me when you want."
Jess reached over and smoothed the tangles out of Serena's hair. For a second it looked like she was about to kiss her, but stopped. Pickle breath. She stood and made her way to the bathroom, intending on brushing her teeth. "And how are things going with you? Is your family okay?"
"Yeah. They're dealing." Serena nodded, watching Jessica as she walked away. She had never thought of herself as more than "a little curious" when it came to women, and truthfully, she still didn't. Jessica was simply the person she had fallen in love with, gender be damned. Everything about the woman, from her personality to every inch of her body, was exactly what Serena needed in her life. "You know... I feel like I don't tell you enough how much you've healed me."
After being out of view for a few seconds, Jessica appeared in the doorway to the living room with a toothbrush in her mouth. "Maybe not with words." Brush, brush, brush. "But I see how you've changed." Hell, Jessica had changed in a lot of ways too. Mostly for the better.
"Literally every time one of us sleeps over, I don't have my nightmares." Serena said with a smile, admiring the woman. "I think maybe even subconsciously, I feel safe when you're with me. Like nothing and nobody can hurt me."
"Well, even like this I wouldn't let anyone or anything hurt you," Jess replied with true sincerity in her voice. Their relationship might have started as a booty call but something deep and meaningful had developed out of it. She finished brushing her teeth, rinsed, and returned to the living room. Rather than sitting beside Serena, she pushed her back by the shoulders and straddled her lap. Huh. She didn't have to worry then about hurting Serena, her strength was always something that she had to hold back. Today she didn't have to. What a weird feeling.
"I believe you." Serena said, without having to even think about that. "It's not your power that makes me feel safe. It's... knowing how much I mean to you. You're very passionate about anything you truly care about. Now that I think about it... any chance we could do a sleepover tonight? I could do with a peaceful sleep."
"Sure," Jess nodded. She brushed her fingers through Serena's hair. "We'd have to order in if you get hungry," she admitted with a husky laugh. She was still getting used to feeling vulnerable, but in moments like this she felt human. Not like some kind of monster.
"Thank you." Serena told her, such gratitude in her voice that it was almost heartbreaking. Her nightmares were crippling at times, with some bad enough that would call Liz in the middle of the night in tears over them. "You're so amazing, Jess... you don't even know."
"I'm not really," Jess replied. Sometimes she thought that being with Serena had made her much more tender, kinder, even more patient with others. But did that make Jessica a good person? Or was it that being around Serena that brought out the best in her? She still came and went on that. "You are, though," she said with a brief smile as she continued to brush her fingers through Serena's hair.
"I shot my fiance point blank in the face. I think that kinda takes me out of the running for things like "amazing" or "good person", you know?" She asked, laughing to make a joke of it, although it did truly still bother her on a deep level.
Jess frowned in concern. "You're a good person." She wouldn't hear anything else on the matter, frankly. "You made a difficult decision for the right reasons. I believe that. And you should too." It wasn't anger that backed up her words, it was conviction.
Serena just nodded, honestly surprised she was even able to say THAT much. Typically she couldn't even mention that, not even around Liz and the others. "Thank you, Jess. I mean it. Thank you for... well... just being you."
It was a topic that Serena had mentioned once or twice, but not one that they'd had a deep and meaningful conversation about. Maybe given time it was something they could talk about, much the same as Jessica could talk about Kilgrave. Given time. "Well, you're welcome," she said dryly. Sensing a shift in Serena's mood, she slid out of her lap and sat on the sofa beside her, curling one leg under the other as she turned to face her. "C'mere," she said, opening her arms to the other woman. Comfort was not something that she offered freely, or often, but when it was her best girl? Well. Those rules just didn't seem to apply.
A visible look of utter gratitude formed on Serena's face as she slid over, melting into Jessica's arms. Maybe it was because of the bond they shared. Maybe it was just because each of them were every bit as damaged as the other. Regardless of reason... Jessica just seemed to know exactly what Serena needed, even when she herself didn't.