[ Slight wasn't a word that ever came to mind about Jessica Jones to Shadow. Not just because of her strength or attitude or tenacity. The first impression she gave was anything but diminutive in how she'd ordered him around. Yet there was something definitively hidden. Vulnerable.
It was possible he projected that onto her. No, he hadn't forgotten how Jess woke from a nightmare. She had super strength but wasn't invincible. He'd put a lot on her doorstep. At the end of the day, she was human. He needed her, and just maybe, she needed him too.
She felt feminine and strong, intelligent and mysterious, sassy and subsequently sexy. Shadow didn't need her to wear silk or lace, just how she tucked into him when they sat on the couch or laid in bed. How she'd slip in the shower when he was in it.
He might possibly never learn. Sex shouldn't lead into having feelings for someone but Shadow would be a liar to even think otherwise. He'd fallen again. What other reason would he have to go from buying furniture she didn't ask for to packing his things?
Whatever bad dream she had, he hoped it was a distant memory as his mouth moved with hers. More than a press of lips or stroke of one tongue to the other. Their breaths moved rhythmically. As her hands moved over his torso, he held up his frame over her by an elbow as the other tugged down their respective underwear.
Shadow moved slow enough for her to redirect or stop him entirely if she didn't want him proceeding. They weren't new to this dance but something did feel new about it, more than him taking the lead. His face lifted to catch his breath and read her expression. ]
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It was possible he projected that onto her. No, he hadn't forgotten how Jess woke from a nightmare. She had super strength but wasn't invincible. He'd put a lot on her doorstep. At the end of the day, she was human. He needed her, and just maybe, she needed him too.
She felt feminine and strong, intelligent and mysterious, sassy and subsequently sexy. Shadow didn't need her to wear silk or lace, just how she tucked into him when they sat on the couch or laid in bed. How she'd slip in the shower when he was in it.
He might possibly never learn. Sex shouldn't lead into having feelings for someone but Shadow would be a liar to even think otherwise. He'd fallen again. What other reason would he have to go from buying furniture she didn't ask for to packing his things?
Whatever bad dream she had, he hoped it was a distant memory as his mouth moved with hers. More than a press of lips or stroke of one tongue to the other. Their breaths moved rhythmically. As her hands moved over his torso, he held up his frame over her by an elbow as the other tugged down their respective underwear.
Shadow moved slow enough for her to redirect or stop him entirely if she didn't want him proceeding. They weren't new to this dance but something did feel new about it, more than him taking the lead. His face lifted to catch his breath and read her expression. ]