He doesn't remember falling asleep, but he supposes that tracks. He'd been exhausted when he came over here to start with, mentally and otherwise. He'd twisted around her some even unconscious, like she was something precious to be protected, and he comes to with a cramp in his leg. Honestly, he didn't even know he got those anymore - Surprise! Luke lets out a tiny grunt into her ear as he tries to subtly rearrange himself without waking her. Though maybe he should... what time is it? They need water and probably that pizza, for real.
"Jess? You up?" It's a stage whisper, preparing himself in case she startles.
The last thing Jessica remembered was leaning against him with a splitting headache and a heavy weight in her heart. "No," It's a groan, and she settles into him more, still not all fully there. It isn't she realizes she's not in her bed, and she's leaning against a man that her eyes, still closed, squint before breaking open.
"Jesus!" Her body leaps into the air as she stands up, brain still processing everything. It's the first time she's woken up with someone... With him, in particular, in quite some time. It all feels hazy, like a dream. "Luke?" She questions, hand coming up to push her messy bed head out of her face. It's all coming back to her--him, their conversation, the spilled alcohol with it's scent still lingering in the air. Luke, she thinks, reassuring herself. Sheepishly she rubs the side of her face, her expression still just as confused.
Once she calms down a little she sits on the corner of her coffee table, facing the window. "Did I have a nightmare about you not having sex with me or was that all true?" She's kidding, of course, but looks in his direction anyway.
He lets go of her so she can have her freakout, not seeming surprised in the least that he startled her. "It's me," he confirms, soft, swinging his legs off the couch to try and recirculate them. The "joke" gets a laugh, or more of a bemused croak. God, he feels like hell, but he still doesn't regret coming over here.
Her face leans into her palm and she rubs her eye with it slowly, recalling little details from last night each second she's awake. Ugh, where was the alcohol?
"I think the last time I laid with you and nothing happened was when I shot you in the face with a shot gun."
Standing up, she walks past him and picks up her phone to check the time. It was somewhere between 'it's too fucking early' and 'who functions at this hour?' which only causes her to groan again before sitting down and leaning back against the couch beside him.
"Does Harlem have you on this obnoxious sleeping schedule?"
Luke leans back with her, smooshing his shoulder comfortably against hers just in time for her to surge up off the couch. He watches her go appreciatively, a low raspy chuckle taking him over a second.
"I appreciate you skipping that part this time."
Then she's back and his head tilts to pillow on her bony shoulder. He's still exhausted, but if they sleep again he wants them to really earn it — and maybe do the whole thing in a bed? He's got lofty ideas, this one.
"Maybe we could just forget about Harlem's Paradise for a while." Or she could let him, anyway. He's burnt out, truthfully, and he'd come here for a reprieve as much as anything else. "And order that pizza." His tummy gives a timely growl at that.
Her eyes glance over towards him as he leans on her, and instinctively she leans back, smooshing her cheek up against the top of his head. Everything still feels really surreal to her, and aside from the fact this is Luke Cage she's snuggling with, human contact and comfort still makes her feel really uneasy, like a stray cat attempting to be more domestic.
"You don't have to ask me twice."
The mention of pizza causes her own stomach to churn, and she realizes that she can't remember the last time she ate. She doesn't even know of any pizza places open this early, but she does know of a few diners in the area.
"I need coffee or... Something," A pick me up, anything. "You like pancakes?" Who doesn't? She thinks to herself, shaking her head against him briefly. Okay, let's try that again. "I mean,.. Food. Like breakfast food. We could go get some, if you're up for it."
Morning afters don't usually involve her inviting them out for breakfast, it usually ends with her throwing their shit out the door and slamming it behind them as they exit, so she doesn't really fault herself for not being the best at this whole interaction.
He laughs, another warm if crackly sound. Pizza means the night isn't yet over, but breakfast puts them squarely on The Morning After's shoulders. Luke supposes he can live with that even if it is the morning after Nothing, technically. With anyone else, he'd just take off, and with anyone else, he's sure she wouldn't force herself through that awkward invite. The thing is, right now? He really appreciates it, and not in a joking way this time.
"What, like being seen together, in actual daylight?" His hand shifts to the couch next to her so he can pull back enough to meet her eyes. His own prickle with warm amusement despite all the... everything they've discussed.
"Something like that," Jessica replies to him. "We should get moving, because the more you give me shit after waking me up this goddamn early, the more I'm starting to reconsider."
With that, she gives him a playful nudge of the shoulder, hard enough to shake him off of her. Her boots are parked on the side of the couch and as she puts them on, she glances around the room until she spots her jacket. For once, she was actually responsible and managed to take it off and put it on the back of her desk chair. As she stands up to go for it, her voice calls back at him.
"And shouldn't it be the other way around? You're the one who just got out of a relationship, not me."
"Already forgot about the super?" he asks as he pitches forward, scrubbing a hand over his face as he reaches for his own boots that had fallen under the table. He doesn't sound too broken up about it either way as he laces his shoes then pushes to his feet and starts hunting down his own coat. It's on the floor behind the couch and it smells like scotch, but he dons it anyway, putting up his hoodie so he can zip it up. "Lead the way before one of us comes to our senses." Luke follows close behind her, hands folded into his pockets.
Well, shit. Maybe she did, she thought to herself while wincing an eye. "Shut up, I'm still half asleep," Rubbing her cheeks with one hand, she sighed before stepping over to the door and holding it open for him.
"If you're worried I can always carry you out the window."
He chuckles lowly, ducking out into the hall after her and nudging the door shut with his boot. Do you lock a door like that? Probably not, but he'll wait a beat just in case.
"I didn't realize that was on the table. Can I change my answer?"
"Funny," Turning her back on him, heavy footsteps began carrying her down the hallway. "I never took you as the type to run away from an uncomfortable situation."
When they get to the end of it, she presses the call button for the elevator before shoving her hands in her jacket pockets. "That's usually my thing."
"How am I supposed to run away while you're carrying me? Unless it was more of a toss out- in which case, that's just mean-spirited."
He climbs into the car and hits the ground floor button with his elbow, making sure she's inside before hitting the close door button in quick succession.
He laughs, a hearty and unrestrained sound as he leans up against the opposite wall of the car. It comes out a bit hoarse, but just picturing her trying to get the momentum to toss him is funny enough that he has to wipe his eyes from mirth before long.
"I forgot how hostile you are in the morning." Apparently, it's enough to distinguish from her baseline hostile the rest of the time.
"No, you're just used to getting my morning hostility in other ways."
There's a ding and then the doors open, and she steps out into the building while working her way outside. There's a brisk and cold air that definitely woke her up some more causing her hair to fly behind her. She hunkers down into her pockets as best she can.
"Shit," she murmurs to herself. "Forgot my scarf."
Luke smiles lopsidedly at that, hustling to keep up with her. He throws a glance back at her apartment, they could go back up for it... But she's already grumpy so he decides to walk sideways next to her with his chest pressed against her arm.
"I'll be your scarf," he offers sweetly, though it's hardly accurate. He's more like a brick wall protecting her from the wind. It bounces off the back of his Carhart jacket as ineffectually as anything else would if it tried to hit him.
She smiles and side eyes the hell out him while taking a hand out of her pocket and pushing it against his chest. "Would you stop? You're not flowy and soft. You're hard and... Massive."
She knows as soon as she's done how bad it sounds, but her mouth seems to be running faster than her brain. Closing her eyes tightly she groans slightly, trying to get in before he has a chance to say anything. "You're going to make me trip and fall on my ass if you keep standing so close to me like that."
There's a moment where he just stares at her, eyebrows lifted, but then he bursts out laughing because he only has so much restraint okay. He does turn around to walk next to her like a more normal person, but he keeps their elbows locked so he's still keeping her warm to the best of his ability.
He should have seen that one coming, but as it is he just goes on smiling and ducks his head. He's sure he shouldn't find that charming, and yet...
"Could've fooled me," he admits, thinking of how they fell asleep, and even getting there had been an emotional journey of discovery for them both. Neither of them are good at hearty emotions, but maybe they can get some in over a hearty breakfast? Or Jess could just keep looking at him grumpily as he holds the door open for her, that works too.
She stops after he opens the door and gives him that 'Don't give me that' look, and even continues it after passing him by to go into the diner. There's a spot over in the corner that looks good, and she just goes for it without even bothering to take note of any "please wait to be seated" signs if there were any.
Once she takes a seat in the booth she looks up to see him trailing behind her, and it hits her how fucking surreal this is. That, or she's finally waking up. Either way, she motions to the waitress for coffee, already wishing she had something to spike it with.
"If someone would have told me I'd be having breakfast with you this morning, I probably would have punched them in the face."
What? Like he's vaguely nauseous and torn between that and his bemusement of her? Because he'll give it to her: it sure is a lot of look. Luke holds up two fingers for two coffees and mouths a 'please' but he's perfectly content with their server hating them if that's her prerogative. As usual, he's unflapped by Jessica's grumpy antics.
"Did you already forget inviting me?" This was 100% her idea!! And not just breakfast, literally... all of it. Even if he misunderstood like a dummy and they ended up feelings jamming instead of boning. That was his bad. "Because that was like, five minutes ago." Luke cracks open his menu and frowns at the pictures. Menus with pictures should be banned when you have a 'hangover.' Not like he remembers what those are like, but one can have an emotional hangover, right? If so, that's him. He has that.
She gives him another annoyed look because damn, Luke, can you get off her nuts for a minute, though? Like, at least let her have a drink of her coffee first. Thank God their server was at least on her way now, but that doesn't stop her from rolling her eyes at him.
"It's all just weird, alright? I didn't see you or have any kind of relationship with you after Kilgrave and now we're sleeping together and getting coffee," Jessica's eyes motion up to the waitress and she offers a small nod and a, 'thank you' before resuming her conversation. "So, yeah. Sometimes drunk Jessica makes decisions that makes unfortunately sober Jessica reflect. Is that okay with you?"
Her hand reaches for the coffee and she brings it to her lips and sips before making a frustrated annoyed face and setting back down. Even the fact the coffee is hot is pissing her off, so. Safe to say she is not a morning person.
He's literally trying not to smile too hard, because he knows it will just make her madder. But like, she's adorable. This whole situation is amusing as hell. Their waitress gets a little wave and a nod in thanks as he starts shaking sugar packets and dumping cream in his coffee to cool it down, one knee bouncing up and down under the table. Not nervously, he's literally just... chillin'. Sorry. He's not a morning person, but he is up and ready to talk or not talk about whatever there is to talk or not talk about!!!
"It is, actually." That's all he'd been trying to say. But he's also not upset about... any of this. Still super amused, he takes a first sip and leans back. Yeah, that's good. Or kind of mediocre, really, but he needed it even if coffee isn't his usual thing. The caffeine will help his head. "We're not... sleeping together." Wait. "Are we?"
Is that what they...? He tips his head, sliding his coffee away from himself and looking at her face. She's still grumpy, but that's not what strikes him.
"You texted me and asked me to come over, yeah? I did. So, just... tell me how you expected that to go, I guess. You thought us having sex would be any less complicated than us not having sex?" Because he seriously doesn't think so, personally. He takes another sip and makes another face, then laughs. "I don't know why I ordered this, I really don't like coffee."
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He doesn't remember falling asleep, but he supposes that tracks. He'd been exhausted when he came over here to start with, mentally and otherwise. He'd twisted around her some even unconscious, like she was something precious to be protected, and he comes to with a cramp in his leg. Honestly, he didn't even know he got those anymore - Surprise! Luke lets out a tiny grunt into her ear as he tries to subtly rearrange himself without waking her. Though maybe he should... what time is it? They need water and probably that pizza, for real.
"Jess? You up?" It's a stage whisper, preparing himself in case she startles.
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"Jesus!" Her body leaps into the air as she stands up, brain still processing everything. It's the first time she's woken up with someone... With him, in particular, in quite some time. It all feels hazy, like a dream. "Luke?" She questions, hand coming up to push her messy bed head out of her face. It's all coming back to her--him, their conversation, the spilled alcohol with it's scent still lingering in the air. Luke, she thinks, reassuring herself. Sheepishly she rubs the side of her face, her expression still just as confused.
Once she calms down a little she sits on the corner of her coffee table, facing the window. "Did I have a nightmare about you not having sex with me or was that all true?" She's kidding, of course, but looks in his direction anyway.
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"That's not the way I remember it."
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"I think the last time I laid with you and nothing happened was when I shot you in the face with a shot gun."
Standing up, she walks past him and picks up her phone to check the time. It was somewhere between 'it's too fucking early' and 'who functions at this hour?' which only causes her to groan again before sitting down and leaning back against the couch beside him.
"Does Harlem have you on this obnoxious sleeping schedule?"
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"I appreciate you skipping that part this time."
Then she's back and his head tilts to pillow on her bony shoulder. He's still exhausted, but if they sleep again he wants them to really earn it — and maybe do the whole thing in a bed? He's got lofty ideas, this one.
"Maybe we could just forget about Harlem's Paradise for a while." Or she could let him, anyway. He's burnt out, truthfully, and he'd come here for a reprieve as much as anything else. "And order that pizza." His tummy gives a timely growl at that.
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"You don't have to ask me twice."
The mention of pizza causes her own stomach to churn, and she realizes that she can't remember the last time she ate. She doesn't even know of any pizza places open this early, but she does know of a few diners in the area.
"I need coffee or... Something," A pick me up, anything. "You like pancakes?" Who doesn't? She thinks to herself, shaking her head against him briefly. Okay, let's try that again. "I mean,.. Food. Like breakfast food. We could go get some, if you're up for it."
Morning afters don't usually involve her inviting them out for breakfast, it usually ends with her throwing their shit out the door and slamming it behind them as they exit, so she doesn't really fault herself for not being the best at this whole interaction.
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"What, like being seen together, in actual daylight?" His hand shifts to the couch next to her so he can pull back enough to meet her eyes. His own prickle with warm amusement despite all the... everything they've discussed.
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With that, she gives him a playful nudge of the shoulder, hard enough to shake him off of her. Her boots are parked on the side of the couch and as she puts them on, she glances around the room until she spots her jacket. For once, she was actually responsible and managed to take it off and put it on the back of her desk chair. As she stands up to go for it, her voice calls back at him.
"And shouldn't it be the other way around? You're the one who just got out of a relationship, not me."
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"If you're worried I can always carry you out the window."
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"I didn't realize that was on the table. Can I change my answer?"
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When they get to the end of it, she presses the call button for the elevator before shoving her hands in her jacket pockets. "That's usually my thing."
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He climbs into the car and hits the ground floor button with his elbow, making sure she's inside before hitting the close door button in quick succession.
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After stepping in, she leaned herself up against the wall opposite from him, still questioning how he managed to get her moving at this hour.
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"I forgot how hostile you are in the morning." Apparently, it's enough to distinguish from her baseline hostile the rest of the time.
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There's a ding and then the doors open, and she steps out into the building while working her way outside. There's a brisk and cold air that definitely woke her up some more causing her hair to fly behind her. She hunkers down into her pockets as best she can.
"Shit," she murmurs to herself. "Forgot my scarf."
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"I'll be your scarf," he offers sweetly, though it's hardly accurate. He's more like a brick wall protecting her from the wind. It bounces off the back of his Carhart jacket as ineffectually as anything else would if it tried to hit him.
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She knows as soon as she's done how bad it sounds, but her mouth seems to be running faster than her brain. Closing her eyes tightly she groans slightly, trying to get in before he has a chance to say anything. "You're going to make me trip and fall on my ass if you keep standing so close to me like that."
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"What, you don't trust me to catch you?"
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"Nope," She shoves her hand back in her pocket now, hunkering back into her jacket. "You know me better than that, Luke. I don't trust anyone."
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"Could've fooled me," he admits, thinking of how they fell asleep, and even getting there had been an emotional journey of discovery for them both. Neither of them are good at hearty emotions, but maybe they can get some in over a hearty breakfast? Or Jess could just keep looking at him grumpily as he holds the door open for her, that works too.
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Once she takes a seat in the booth she looks up to see him trailing behind her, and it hits her how fucking surreal this is. That, or she's finally waking up. Either way, she motions to the waitress for coffee, already wishing she had something to spike it with.
"If someone would have told me I'd be having breakfast with you this morning, I probably would have punched them in the face."
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"Did you already forget inviting me?" This was 100% her idea!! And not just breakfast, literally... all of it. Even if he misunderstood like a dummy and they ended up feelings jamming instead of boning. That was his bad. "Because that was like, five minutes ago." Luke cracks open his menu and frowns at the pictures. Menus with pictures should be banned when you have a 'hangover.' Not like he remembers what those are like, but one can have an emotional hangover, right? If so, that's him. He has that.
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"It's all just weird, alright? I didn't see you or have any kind of relationship with you after Kilgrave and now we're sleeping together and getting coffee," Jessica's eyes motion up to the waitress and she offers a small nod and a, 'thank you' before resuming her conversation. "So, yeah. Sometimes drunk Jessica makes decisions that makes unfortunately sober Jessica reflect. Is that okay with you?"
Her hand reaches for the coffee and she brings it to her lips and sips before making a frustrated annoyed face and setting back down. Even the fact the coffee is hot is pissing her off, so. Safe to say she is not a morning person.
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"It is, actually." That's all he'd been trying to say. But he's also not upset about... any of this. Still super amused, he takes a first sip and leans back. Yeah, that's good. Or kind of mediocre, really, but he needed it even if coffee isn't his usual thing. The caffeine will help his head. "We're not... sleeping together." Wait. "Are we?"
Is that what they...? He tips his head, sliding his coffee away from himself and looking at her face. She's still grumpy, but that's not what strikes him.
"You texted me and asked me to come over, yeah? I did. So, just... tell me how you expected that to go, I guess. You thought us having sex would be any less complicated than us not having sex?" Because he seriously doesn't think so, personally. He takes another sip and makes another face, then laughs. "I don't know why I ordered this, I really don't like coffee."
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now it's my turn to play the 15 icon game
LMAO SEE IT'S THE WORST /looks at karen
looks at her too & sighs
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