Jessica Jones (thehword) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-09-02 18:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, jessica jones, yondu udonta |
Who: Jessica Jones and Yondu Udonta
What: Jessica comes over for some birthday celebrations
When: July 18th
Where: Yondu's house
Ratings/Warnings: Teenish for sexual situations
Status: Complete
Yondu stared at the yard crossly, the domed tent Peter had pitched in there the source of his frustration. For most of the week Peter had been avoiding him, popping in and out of the house at odd hours and working late. When he wasn't doing that he was randomly in the house or in that tent, only for Yondu to discover him as he was leaving for somewhere. True, the dreams Peter had recently dreamt had given them a sense of closure and emotional bonding which had been a bit intense. But was it reason for Peter to run off for this many days? It was annoying the hell out of Yondu. "Jackass." He muttered into his whiskey glass.
There was a knock at the front door and Kraglin barked twice as a warning. Yondu put down his glass with a sigh and headed to the door. Pulling it open revealed Jessica Jones. Yondu grinned. "Well hello there, birthday girl."
Birthday girl. Jessica couldn’t help but roll her eyes, but it lost some of its punch by the smile that she couldn’t quite hide. “Hello yourself,” she said, stepping into the house.
"Ah, ah. Wait a minute." Yondu said, blocking her path with an outstretched arm and a smirk twisting his lips. "I believe I owe you a birthday kiss."
Jessica did a poor job of hiding her smile. “That’s the door fee to this shindig?” she asked, reaching up so she could rest her forearms on Yondu’s shoulders. “I guess that isn’t so bad.” She leaned forward and pressed her lips up against Yondu’s. No, there were definitely worse ways to start her birthday.
Any excuse to kiss Jessica was a good one. Yondu had learned that quickly, especially when it led to more. She was the best sex he'd had in his life - well in this life anyway. She still ranked up there compared to his dream conquests.
Not that he would ever consider her a 'conquest'. He was still trying to sort out what exactly they were. What did Peter call it? Friends with benefits. Yeah. Maybe. But had he ever been this excited to see a woman to the point that he literally was willing to spend a whole night on a cramped fire escape on one of her jobs just to spend time with her? Did that count as friends or was it becoming more?
Yondu deepened the kiss, ignoring the rambling musings of his mind and choosing to focus on what his body wanted, slowly backing Jessica against the front door until it closed with a click, keeping her there against it as his lips trailed down her neck and his hands started to wander a little. She could be intoxicating. "Is birthday spanking still a thing?" He teased into her ear before pulling back to grin like a goof.
Jessica had been doing her best not to think about whatever it was between her and Yondu. She liked him alright, but Jessica had never been one to do close relationships, whether they were romantic or otherwise. At least, not since her last boyfriend was. So the fact that Jessica had never before let someone tag along on one of her jobs, or hadn’t intentionally spent her birthday with anyone in years, well… she tried very hard not to think of that.
She moaned into his kiss, and when he pulled away she grinned. “I don’t see why we couldn’t bring it back.”
Yondu's grin broadened, matching hers. Picking her up so that she could wrap her legs around him, Yondu carried her down the hall towards his room, stealing kisses along the way. Screw it if Peter was here. He had a lock on his bedroom door. And since he made the rules, Yondu had no problem breaking the one about no women staying over.
Entering the room, he kicked the door shut with his foot before hungrily giving in to another kiss. "So how many birthday spankins' am I givin' ya'?" He grinned wickedly. "Promise I'll be gentle." Which was a lie because he knew just how wild Jessica could get. He'd had bruises on his wrists to prove it.
“It’s one for every year, isn’t it?” Jessica asked. “Think 33 would be too many? Your arm might get tired by the end of it.”
Yondu chuckled, his lips forming a lopsided grin."Darlin' I ain't that ol-" he stopped himself short his brow furrowing, the smile suddenly vanishing. "Wait...did you say thirty-three?" Eyes widening the shock took hold and unintentionally he let her go, letting Jessica fall onto the bed. His hand went up to his mouth and stroked the beginning of stubble there - stubble he knew was gray. Because he was old.
Pacing away a bit he ran both hands over his bald head, avoiding the red fin in the middle. "Jesus." He whispered. How had he not seen how much younger she was than himself? How old had he thought she was?
Holy shit. He was just like Peter with Wanda.
“Yeah,” Jessica said, hesitating a little. She had always known that Yondu was older than her, though she didn’t know exactly by how much; she assumed that he was somewhere in his forties. But she had, likewise, assumed that Yondu had known how old she was in turn. “Is that a problem?” she asked, maybe a little rougher than she intended so that she could keep the uncertainty from her voice.
He heard the hard edge in her tone and looked over at her. "I jus'," he started then stopped. He put his hands on his hips and sighed. It was hard to focus on a proper answer when he was...well…hard. "I didn't realize." He went back over to her and reached out, threading his blue fingers through her dark hair and he looked into her eyes. "Jess, how old d'you think I am?" He knew he was sinking his chances of getting laid here, but Yondu was a man of principle. Deception with a lover was not his game. It was that notion that separated him significantly from his dream self.
Yondu’s age was never something Jessica had put much thought into, so she took a step back so she could get a better view of him. She let her gaze travel down his body and back up, trying not to look too amused at the slight tent in his pants.
“Late forties?” she guessed. “It’s kind of hard to tell with the whole blue alien thing.”
A sense of relief washed over him as she guessed accurately. Still…
"Yep. At least for the next few weeks." He looked down at his feet, scuffing at the hardwood floor with the toe of his shoe. "I'm forty-nine, darlin'. Turn the big five-oh next month." He looked up at her to gauge her reaction. Would she still be interested in him now that it was confirmed he was old as hell? Well, that's what Peter and Clint would have called him, anyway. The jokes had always been there but now Yondu was wondering how many of them were true.
Jessica hadn’t realized just how self-conscious Yondu was over his age, which, as far as Jessica was concerned, was kind of silly. “And here I thought you were just a big blue alien,” Jessica said, a hint of a smirk on her lips. “But a fifty year old blue alien, well, that’s a deal breaker.”
She was joking. He hoped. He searched her face and saw the slightest upturn of her lips. A smirk grew on his own features.
"Well that's a cryin' shame cuz then you'd be missin' out on all this." He gestured at himself. "And all that amazin' sex."
Jessica pretended to consider this for a moment. “Well, you’ve convinced me,” she said. “So, are we going to keep talking about what an old man you are, or are we going to get to that amazing sex you’re promising?”
Yondu chuckled and reached out, pulling Jessica to himself. Leaning down he kissed her lips and murmured, "Yes m'am." before giving her rear a quick spank.