Jessica Jones (no relation to Rick) (roughjewel) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-09-19 12:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, jessica jones (616), kaine parker / scarlet spider (616) |
Who: Jessica Jones & Kaine Parker
When: Friday the 13th, pretty late.
Where: Jessica's apartment, #1603
What: Kaine brings Jessica some cereal he owed her. They start yelling at each other. Someone gets kissed?? Whaaat?
Rating: If this were a movie, it'd be rated R for Jessica's goshdarn dirty mouth.
Jessica felt like a dumb teenager again. The one that wrote her name with someone else’s last name all over her notebook. All because Friday night, she left her window open. She didn’t want to seem like she was expecting him, but she did put on pants. You can thank her later, Kaine. That was a tough one, considering she was having a hard time finding pants that fit her. Jess sat on the couch with her legs crossed under her, her belly sticking out from under a men’s tank top. She looked completely miserable and held a copy of My Mother Wears Combat Boots. She muttered to her stomach, “I hope I don’t cease to be punk rock when you’re born.” Suddenly, there was a crack of thunder. Jess dropped her book and went to the open window, wondering if she should close it. It was windy and little specks of water hit the glass. Another crack and Jess let out a shout. Not a scared sound, more angry. Fuck you, rain! Another window in the living room crept open, and water began to drip in. Then a red and black figure dropped soundlessly onto the carpet in a crouch before stretching to its full height. Kaine's back unknotted mercilessly with several loud cracks. His mask was dragged across his face and then tossed onto the coffee table before he so much as looked in Jessica's direction. "Yelling at the rain's not gonna make it stop, y'know." Months spent in Houston, Texas had given him a slight accent. It couldn't erase the years of traveling everywhere and nowhere, but it was noticeable on the word y'know. If he wasn't careful, he might start using the word y'all. Or reckon. Or fixin' to. With a mental shake, Kaine pulled his wet gloves off and dropped them down with his mask. The webbed backpack he sported was then shifted off his broad shoulders. Inside were a few things: the peanut butter Captain Crunch he'd promised, orange juice, and a bottle of milk. Better safe than sorry. Jess had one hand on the windowsill. It was a few moments before she realized she was watching with her jaw dropped open. His back cracked and she wrinkled her nose, half grossed out, half concerned. She slammed the window and folded her arms (made easier by her giant belly), suddenly defensive. “It scared me, but that was before I realized I should be more scared of intruders with groceries.” She walked over to him with the intent to take the items from him. She didn’t get too close, in case he decided to shake like a dog. “What else do you deliver?” "Disappointment." Kaine paused, then gave a one-shouldered shrug. "And beat-downs." Parker's sense of humor may have been bred out of him, but only to be replaced with a much darker, much more sinister one. He scrubbed a hand over his face then hair. Flecks of water splattered in all directions. Then he was struck with one more thing in the backpack. Grabbing it, he stuck his nose into it, peering inside of it. Night vision came in handy even in a backpack. "Fuck. Either they fell out or I left them at the store." The bag was tossed onto the ground with a growl. He glanced over his massive shoulder and exhaled. Fuck it. He wasn't going back out in that rain. Jessica held up one finger as if she was about to prove a very good point. But then she closed her mouth. No no, going forward with this question, “You went into a store in that?” She tilted her head like a confused dog and walked past him to the fridge. She swung the door open, “I’m sure there wasn’t a beat-down in there for me, you already insisted you weren’t going to hit me, which I found suspicious. Load it up, Rosey.” In a very silly decision, Jessica leaned against the counter. She intended on hopping up there but definitely not in this state. She made an ‘oof’ sound and tried to look casual. "Disappointment it is then," Kaine muttered under his breath. He snatched the milk and orange juice off the table and followed her. When everything was stowed away, he watched her struggle with the counter. That was definitely not the hint of a smile on his face when he turned around hurriedly so she couldn't see it. He scratched the side of his face as if he was trying to remember something. "Yeah, I went in this? Something wrong with that?" “Nothing wrong with it. You guys like your costumes, they’re comfortable and all that?” Her get-up was more like a failed attempt at a prom dress. Jess gnawed on her lip for a second, feeling very out of place in her own damn apartment. “What did you drop, Kaine? Oh no, was it a kitten? Were you bringing me a kitten?” It came to her attention that she was subconsciously pulling her tank top down, as if to hide ...you know, all o’that. No, sorry, Jess, can’t put that Pringle back in the can. "Peanut butter cups." That was all he said. He'd bought a big bag of them as an apology for being such an asshole all of the time. He genuinely liked Jessica Jones - pregnant or not - but Kaine was mentally stunted when it came to expressing his emotions. Usually, the harder he fought back against you, the more he liked you. Then again, sometimes, he really just wanted to kill someone when he fought back hard. He was hard to read, and he knew it. He showed his feelings in other ways. Like Reese's peanut butter cups, and now he had none to give her. That was a bust. Maybe that's what the guy back at the store had been yelling at him about? "Want me to go back and get 'em?" When Kaine turned away, Jessica was struck with a terrible choice. Look at his rain-soaked costumed-bum or be a decent person. But the words peanut butter cups caught her and she let out a little sound from the back of her throat. In attempts to erase all this embarrassing behaviour, she reached up over the fridge and grabbed a roll of paper towel. “...well, that means you’d have to leave… I was going to fix you up a seat on my sofa. Look, Kaine, they’re quilted!” "You're fucking strange sometimes, you know that?" What did he care about paper towels? If they worked, that's all he cared about. Quilted? Why would that matter? And why was he even thinking about it? He walked past her to the living room. He'd have to use the whole roll for just his ass. Without letting her do whatever it was she was going to do with the roll, he sprayed half of the couch with webbing. It'd dissolve in a few hours, and it was better than paper towels. "That'll work. No clean-up later." When he flopped down, he glanced at her. "You okay?" “Augh! What’re you--” Jessica’s shoulders slumped, whatever, do your funky spider-shit, Kaine. She threw the paper towels behind her. “Yeaaah, sure, this couch isn’t new, noooo.” Well, it was new to her, who knows who lived in this apartment before her. She eased herself down on the couch. This baby was far too big. Stupid fat baby. Jess left enough room between them so that she wouldn't be accused of being a perv. “You keep asking me that, Kaine. Do I not look okay?” "It's dissolves," was all he said, a large crease growing between his eyes. "It'll be gone before I am." Maybe it was just the tone in her voice, but his eyebrows rose as she grumbled about her couch. Did she think he'd just shoot this shit all over it if it didn't just disappear? Christ, he wasn't (exactly) a heathen. He scrubbed his hand over his face once more, as if he could rub away the obvious frustrations in the room. "You look..." He took a good look at her. This was fucking dangerous territory. "...fucking uncomfortable." "Gone before you? I like that implications of that." She wasn't exactly sure what they were, but she liked him. Looking at his face, lead to looking at his hand which jumped into thinking too much about his hands. Several not safe for work images popped into her head about those hands on her. Jess wanted to lift herself up and get into his lap, have him put one of those hand down her pants. The fact that she couldn’t do that-- because she couldn’t, and because she probably actually physically COULDN’T, "I am uncomfortable." God, he had big hands. The annoyed look on his face made her grin and she was doing so, stupidly, when there was another thunder crack. Jessica let out another shout, definitely startled and slightly angry. Almost immediately, she put her hands on her stomach. "Whoa there, gimmie your hand. She's kicking." Kaine's reaction was immediate; both arms and hands jerked as closed to his body as he could get them without coming off like a weirdo. He frowned and stared at Jessica as if she'd just sprouted caterpillars from her nose or something. What did he know about babies? Babies could sense things right? What if this one could sense what a bad person he was? What if his hands crushed the baby? What if? What if? Nope, he just wasn't going to do it. "That's nice." Maybe he should do something with his hands? Keep them occupied? He stood up abruptly. "Uh, I need to take a leak." Jessica frowned. Most people were crazy about touching her stupid belly. A stranger did it the other day and if she wasn’t so elderly, Jess would have drop kicked her. It hurt her feelings and she felt the urge to cry and all that combined made her mad. Stupid feelings and stupid hormones and stupid belly-- Stupid Kaine! “I didn’t ask you to deliver it!” Then she thought, oh, maybe he just doesn’t want to touch her. She was all puffy and desperate and it was gross to him. “Down the hall. And it’s not like I told you to bend me over the couch and fuck me, Jesus shitting Christ.” She eased herself up off the couch as fast as possible and headed to the kitchen. The fridge door was whipped open and she started to drink from the orange juice container. Okay, so he didn't really have to go to the bathroom, but Jessica's outburst made him mad. He didn't understand why she had to say things like that, because if she was smart, she wouldn't even want him here, in her apartment, let alone touching her still-cooking baby. Maybe she didn't really understand what he had done, and what kind of person - person being a loose term - he was. He usually sported a perpetually frowning expression, but it was exaggerated here and now, and the crease between his brows was almost comical in size. He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching her. "What the fuck is your problem? You know who I am, so why do you want me to fucking touch your baby?" Jessica did not like that tone (even if the expression was kind of hilarious). “I don’t have a problem. You do.” She put the orange juice back and advanced towards him. “I don’t know who you are, you won’t tell me. Peter started to but I didn’t really care?” She nearly said she trusted him to touch her baby, to touch her, to come into her apartment via a window, but she didn’t. “I was told you needed a friend. I need one too.” Mary Jane was wonderful, but there was something about Kaine that she needed, too. “And I’m sorry I yelled at you, I’m sensitive and I have a stupid crush on you and -- you know what, no one is twisting your arm to be here. Leave if you want to leave.” Kaine was stuck on several points. Peter had ratted him out? Of course, Peter had. Kaine would have wanted him to anyway, and it wasn't as if anything that Peter had to say was wrong or exaggerated. Kaine was all those things, and probably more. Peter probably softened the blow, left some things out even. Probably even told her that he could use a friend, too. Maybe he was right, that he did need a friend, but a pregnant woman didn't need the kind of burden that Kaine was. He was moody and angry all of the time, and he really didn't know how to communicate with people on any level at all. Except maybe to tell them to shut up. His emotions flip-flopped depending on what he was doing, but there was always one constant: he was never going to be able to make up for the shit he'd done. There was a moment, just a few instants, in which Kaine forgot about his whole I'm a monster speech, because she'd just said she had a crush on him. It surprised him, and the angry expression he sported fizzled into one of shock, surprise, even a little awe. He grabbed Jessica's arms, drew her to him (made more awkward by the belly), leaned down and kissed the hell out of her. One of his hands withdrew, only to rest against the back of her head. It only took one loud thunderclap outside for him to come back to his senses. He yanked himself away, mouth open in surprise. He had to get out of there, he couldn't bring himself to look at her face. She'd bared her soul, and what had he done? Took advantage of it. He wasn't nearly as graceful leaving as he was when he'd arrive. The coffee table didn't like his shin when he reached for his mask and gloves, and the window rebounded to whack him in the face as he leapt onto the ledge and gave her one last look. "I'm sorry," was all he said before he shot a web out and took off. |