I know, probably you're wondering (esp. if you take a look on my profile):
Why the hell does this girl keep posting new stories if she has tons of WIPs to complete?
I've quit asking myself this question a loooong time ago lol

I know I have stories to update and I will, but this one kept insisting for coming out... and here we go.
I've been thinking about this since few weeks after writing the story about New Year's Eve.
It's just that I missed those funny and fluffy version of them (I know you must be wondering 'WTF? What Tv series did she watch?' but, trust me, I see this comedy potential in them, probably I'm crazy, lol)

To understand it all better I suggest you to read in this order 'Stupid Mistletoe!' 'Stupid Traditions!' and 'Stupid New Year!'
If you already know these fics or think you don't need to read them.... let's go! ^^

p.s. English is not my native language and I have no beta :/
Please, be kind ^^'

(See the end of the work for .)

Chapter Management
: AKA Breakfast in bed Chapter Text

AKA Breakfast in bed

Jessica doesn't know what is more comfortable.
The ergonomic mattress that can even memorize her positions while she slept.
The very soft pillow in goose down where she sank her face in.
The warm and overwhelming chenelle scarlet bedspread with a geometrical pattern.

Jessica appreciates mostly the colour of that bedspread.
Scarlet.
Not purple.
A good compromise.

Jessica is not ready yet to have that colour upon her body.
Jessica is not ready yet to have who loves that colour way too much upon her body.

She still has trouble to believe that Kevin made his staff set a guest room up for her.

They have been back from London from three days and when they were leaving the JFK airport she inadvertently confessed she was too tired to go back to her apartment.
Kevin did what he had to do without blinking an eye.
He took her to his house, but he tried his best to give Jessica her space, not to make her feel trapped, nor stifled, in any way.

- I have to say It's definitely different from all those fucking mornings when I used to wake up with his damn hand inside me! - Jessica muses, while she stretches. - Maybe is he changing for real? He has been flawless during these Christmas Holidays, but they're just holidays, they last as long as a charade. This is real life, this is the real challenge.-

The first day it was the jet-lag to make her stay.
The second day it was the realization it was still holiday time, after all.
Why should she have to bother herself already returning to work?
And that's what brought her to the beginning of that third day that probably will lead her to a fourth day there, too.

- After all, if I accepted to help him be a better man I have to constantly keep an eye on him. A hit-and-run from my house to his house once in a while wouldn't be enough and... shit, Jessica, you could be honest, at least with yourself. The truth is that you do like staying here. You do like this house... and maybe not only the house.-

The previous former days with Killgrave have been just like when he had kidnapped her, but with a tiny, not irrelevant difference: there had been no abuse. Of any kind.

And not only because he can't control her anymore.

Kevin didn't even attempt to make any unwanted advances to her, he didn't shift his expectations, raising the bar, he didn't try to take their relationship to another step.

- Wait. We do not have a relationship!-

Her thoughts drift to the kiss she gave him without the mistletoe, the one under the mistletoe and the ones on that terrace at New Year's Eve. There had been some kisses even in those two days at his house, without her being necessarily the one who started.

- Kisses mean nothing. That son of a bitch knows his fucking stuff when he kisses and I'm just taking advantage of that!- The detective kicks nervously the sheets aside, in order to get up.

Also because she keeps hearing an insistent noise of crockery coming from downstairs.

"What the hell is his staff doing?" she wonders out loud, as she wears her strapped ice blue jeans and a black tank top.

As she goes downstairs and intense and irresistible dark chocolate scent overwhelms her.

When she reaches the kitchen she realises that it's not Kevin's staff the cause of that frantic activity.
At least, not only the staff.

In the kitchen there's the chef and Kevin. The persuader is leaning against the counter and he's dealing with something he has spread on it.

He has managed to be elegant even in such an ordinary occasion, wearing a charcoal shirt. He must be not very affectionate to it, since he didn't even trying to cover it with an apron.

On his right there's a cheesecake with perfect edges and a white chocolate ganache so glossy you can see yourself in it. On the top of the cake there's some fruit, cutted flawlessly, scattered in such a peculiar way it seems a painting.

On his left there's a pale imitation of said cheesecake, the only thing they have in common is the round shape. The edge are a little burnt and discontinuous, the ganache has more than one patch and there are spots where it's too liquid.
The fruit is cutted randomly and thrown on the top without any geometrical idea.

After all, Jessica finds even that cake rather inviting, probably even more that the too perfect one.

- Is he really taking cooking classes? Well, that's new!- the girl muses, astonished, leaning against the door to observe them and especially Kevin.

He has a very concentrated expression, since he's trying to follow all the cook's instructions.

- Isn't it ironic? For once, he's the one obeying others' orders!- she ponders amused.

"Alright, Mr. Killgrave, now that the chocolate perfectly solidified, we can go on. Let's take a knife, sharp and big enough." the cook goes on with his class, but something or rather someone is distracting his student.

"Jessica!" Kevin finally notices she is in the room and casts a bright, oh-so-genuine smile her way.

After all, Kevin has done nothing but smiling at her in such unselfish, grateful way, as if he just couldn't still believe the chance she granted to him.
A chance he absolutely doesn't mean to waste.

He's smiling at her, just like that night at the dock, before she kicked the shit out of him... and Jessica hasn't gotten used to that smile yet.

"I didn't wake you up, did I?" he wonders, walking towards her.

"It's almost midday. It's about time I woke up!" she shrugs, grabbing from a bowl a leftover piece of mango.

She bites into it and then she offers to Kevin the other half.
He gladly accepts it, taking it directly from her fingers with his mouth.

Jessica notices that the chef behind them is glaring at them with a stern expression.

Probably he doesn't like his classes to be interrupted.

"Someone here should better come back to his class..." she chuckles, without resisting the temptation to give him a quick kiss that tastes exotic.

Satisfied, Kevin goes back to his counter.

"Daniel is teaching me how to make chocolate curls." he proudly informs her.

- The hell with the chocolate curls, the hell with Daniel. I wish I could take you right here, right now and make love to you on this counter, Jessica!- Kevin loses himself in his hot fantasies, trying to curb his impulses.

And she just gave him an innocent kiss.

- I can barely bake a cake that has the decency not to get burned and he's already dealing with such complicated decorations? - Jessica ponders, slightly envious of the results he has already achieved.

"Fine, Mr. Killgrave, now place the blade of the knife at the edge of the chocolate plaque, just as I'm doing," the chef shows him the task, working at the other counter. "And then, pull the knife towards you, scraping the surface, in order to create the curls. The pressure decides how thick the will be."

Kevin tries to do that, but all he gets are scattered chocolate snippets, the longest one is about two centimeters, while Daniel creates flawless chocolate curls, long and coiled.

Jessica can't suffocate a laughter and Killgrave notices that.

- My Jessica is watching us, I can't look bad. I must knock Daniel off. Damn me for hiring young, athletic, blond, tall and good looking chefs! Oh, well, she is watching me, not him. She kissed me, not him.- the mind controller muses, before taking action.

"Daniel, you're an amazing chef, but you're so clumsy sometimes and you end up cutting yourself easily!" he manages to give him his order in a very sneaky way.

It's only a matter of seconds before, for some reasons, the unlucky Daniel moves the knife too recklessly, gaining a deep and painful cut on his right thumb.

The poor guy rushes to the sink, leaving his aching thumb under the fresh rushing water, searching for some relief and some bandages, too.

"Killgrave!" Jessica resorts to her best reproaching tone, placing her hands on her hips and glaring at him.

"What? It's just a little cut on his finger... it's not that I asked him to chop it off!" the persuader defends with a fake innocent attitude. "Besides, he keeps doing stuff better than me, it can be bloody sickening and stressful after a while!"

"For Christ's sake, Kevin, he's your fucking teacher, of course he must be better than you!"

"Even the best ones can make some mistakes, you know... they're the hazards of his job!" he shrugs.
"Yeah, sure, especially when there's a fucking asshole who orders you to do that!" she snorts. "Anyway, why the hell are you taking cooking classes?" she grows curios.

"In order not to depend on other people anymore. It should be the first thing to do in order to become a better man, right?" he replies, with a crooked smile, so smug that is capable to draw both punches and kisses. "Besides, what if one day I decided to bring you breakfast in bed? I could do that without involving any intruder." he winks at her.

"Anyway, I hate you. You've been cooking just for two hours and you're already better than me and I have been trying for a lifetime!" she grumbles, rolling her eyes at the roof.

"Well, it doesn't take such a big effort to do better than you in a kitchen!" Kevin scoffs.
"Hey, I heard you!" she snarls at him, insulted.
"It was meant for you to hear that!" she challenges him with his look.

He can always stand up to her like nobody else.

"However, if you'd like, Daniel could give cooking classes to you as well." Kevin suggests.

- But I would be there, too. I would never leave you alone with him, not even for a coffee break!- he plots, extremely jealous.

Jessica seems to be tempted, but then she changes her mind.

"I don't think it would be a good idea," she shakes her head. "I know myself. Just like you became nervous and snapped, using your powers, I probably would do the same. Can you imagine your poor chef flying at the other side of the kitchen because he insisted way too much for me to cut the vegetables in a specific way?" she makes him laugh.
"Of course I can imagine that. You would be such an amazing show!" he insists.

"This is not going to happen." she sticks to her decisions. "Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I'm coming back home."

Kevin loses at all his cheerful attitude.

"Oh. I understand." he grieves, staring at the floor with a hangdog look.

- I enjoyed having you here. Even just to look at you. Even just to argue with you. - he mopes.

"Well, you know, so I can place my journey bags, take some new clothes and maybe I'll grab my laptop, too, so I can work here." she astonishes him with her answer.

A bright smile, full of hope, comes back on Kevin's handsome features.

"Are you telling me..."

"That this way I can control you better, that's what I'm telling you!" she anticipates him, hashly, not to give him too many expectations.

But he's already happy this way, that smile still on his face.

Jessica heads towards the stairs, to grab her stuff and go, but suddenly she goes back to him, with firm steps.

"I almost forgot. Kevin..." she murmurs, approaching to him with sinuous movements.

She deliberately rubs her breasts against his chest, and then she lazily stretches, her soft and full lips are just a inch from his.

"Yes?" he gasps for breath, clearly in trouble.

"If you want to bring me breakfast in bed," she whispers, playing with his brown hair and fluttering her big Bambi eyes.

Just when Kevin is about to reach for her, in order to kiss her, she backs off.

"First you have to get me into bed!" she teases him on purpose, before going upstairs, leaving a seduced, confused and yet happy Kevin.

- That girl will be the death of me! -



TBC