Jessica Jones wasn't the relationship type unless it was strictly of the physical variety. However, upon meeting Ten, something was different. It was true that being attracted to him certainly set off alarm bells. He did resemble Kilgrave after all, but the brunette couldn't shake how much she was drawn to this version of the Doctor.
Hence why she currently lay passed out in his bed after a night of way too much whiskey and cheap Chinese food. Jessica didn't really do affection. In fact, such a tender gesture as a kiss on the cheek normally made her cringe, but because it was from Ten, someone she trusted, she didn't pull away. Instead, she grumbled and turned, brown eyes flickering open to meet his gaze.
"You realize you woke me from my wonderful drunk oblivion, right?" She said, voice laced with her trademark sarcasm.