“Mmm.” Jessica's wakes with a deep sigh, consciousness filtering in slowly, and god she can't remember the last time she's felt this good. Warm and drowsy, it's the first time in forever she's woken with out the dull discomfort of last night's hangover pounding in her head and a stiffness in her muscles.
“Am I dead?” There's a solid chest beneath her cheek and she knows it immediately, along with the warm scent of Luke's cologne and the steady thrum of his heart. She opens her eyes to the sun streaming in through the window over her bed, then closes them again as she feels more than hears Luke's rumbling chuckle.
“No.”
“Did I get laid?” She can be hopeful right? Though she'd definitely know if they'd slept together, there's no way she'd be feeling this good. Good, but not with out some sort of tell-tale ache of a romp in the sheets with Luke Cage would leave.
Luke laughs again, and she lets the warm sound roll through her.
“Afraid not.”
“Oh, damn.” She should probably be worried about how she'd ended up like this, but with as often as her nights end with at bottom of a Jack Daniels bottle, she's no stranger to blacking out. Right now she doesn't really care, as long as she can stay like this just a little longer, cuddled against Luke's chest, feeling too good to remember just how unhappy she's supposed to be.
“Are we going to sleep all day?” Luke's finally brakes the silence after some time and she groans out a protest, burying her face against his shirt with a muffled 'yes' before exhaling another pleased sigh.
“Alright.” Fine. Jessica stretches languidly and rolls over-- and nearly ends up with a mouthful of messy blond hair.
“Eeesh!” She jerks back, bumping into Luke's unmovable mass. “Uh, no.”
Danny Rand is asleep beside her, undisturbed by her surprised backpedaling, curled around one of her pillows like some over grown kid with a teddy bear.
“Okay what sort of crazy shit did I miss?”
Luke gives her arm a squeeze and sits up with a yawn and a powerful stretch of his own.
“Besides a pleasant night at the bar before some punks decided to shoot the place up, not much.”
Jessica squints before it comes rushing back, well, more or less. “Holy shit!” her hands fly to her chest, feeling for the ghost of an injury that isn't there. Her shirt's warm and clean, but not the one she went out in last night.
“What--?” She looks to Luke, then back down to Danny.
“Don't tell me I got magic-fingered.”
“You got magic-fingered.” Luke wraps an arm around her shoulders and she sinks back against him, still watching Danny, dead to the world.
“He probably saved your life.” Luke adds quietly and she scoffs, but allows for the warm feeling that swells in her chest. Okay, it's fondness, she'll admit to it-- not out-loud, but to herself at least. Besides, he's kinda sweet when he's asleep and you know, not talking.
“Guess that explains why I feel so-- I don't know...” She makes a helpless gesture.
“Good?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.” Luke agrees with a chuckle, reaching past her to ruffle Danny's hair, the kid stirs a little, but doesn't wake.
She sighs again and reaches down to pull the blanket further up over him.
“I guess getting magic-fingered is better than getting iron fisted.” She has to make the joke, ok? Besides it makes Luke laugh.
“I'm telling him he gave you the best orgasm of your life.”
Jessica hits him with a pillow. “Don't you dare!”
“Come on, you're practically glowing.”
“Hey, he magic fingered you first. Jerkhole.”
Luke chortles again, tugging the pillow away before she can hit him with it again.
Then, behind them, Danny's voice rumbles out low and groggy. “Are we really calling it that?”
Fill: 5+1 | Healing touch (part 3)
“Mmm.” Jessica's wakes with a deep sigh, consciousness filtering in slowly, and god she can't remember the last time she's felt this good. Warm and drowsy, it's the first time in forever she's woken with out the dull discomfort of last night's hangover pounding in her head and a stiffness in her muscles.
“Am I dead?” There's a solid chest beneath her cheek and she knows it immediately, along with the warm scent of Luke's cologne and the steady thrum of his heart. She opens her eyes to the sun streaming in through the window over her bed, then closes them again as she feels more than hears Luke's rumbling chuckle.
“No.”
“Did I get laid?” She can be hopeful right? Though she'd definitely know if they'd slept together, there's no way she'd be feeling this good. Good, but not with out some sort of tell-tale ache of a romp in the sheets with Luke Cage would leave.
Luke laughs again, and she lets the warm sound roll through her.
“Afraid not.”
“Oh, damn.” She should probably be worried about how she'd ended up like this, but with as often as her nights end with at bottom of a Jack Daniels bottle, she's no stranger to blacking out. Right now she doesn't really care, as long as she can stay like this just a little longer, cuddled against Luke's chest, feeling too good to remember just how unhappy she's supposed to be.
“Are we going to sleep all day?” Luke's finally brakes the silence after some time and she groans out a protest, burying her face against his shirt with a muffled 'yes' before exhaling another pleased sigh.
“Alright.” Fine. Jessica stretches languidly and rolls over-- and nearly ends up with a mouthful of messy blond hair.
“Eeesh!” She jerks back, bumping into Luke's unmovable mass. “Uh, no.”
Danny Rand is asleep beside her, undisturbed by her surprised backpedaling, curled around one of her pillows like some over grown kid with a teddy bear.
“Okay what sort of crazy shit did I miss?”
Luke gives her arm a squeeze and sits up with a yawn and a powerful stretch of his own.
“Besides a pleasant night at the bar before some punks decided to shoot the place up, not much.”
Jessica squints before it comes rushing back, well, more or less. “Holy shit!” her hands fly to her chest, feeling for the ghost of an injury that isn't there. Her shirt's warm and clean, but not the one she went out in last night.
“What--?” She looks to Luke, then back down to Danny.
“Don't tell me I got magic-fingered.”
“You got magic-fingered.” Luke wraps an arm around her shoulders and she sinks back against him, still watching Danny, dead to the world.
“He probably saved your life.” Luke adds quietly and she scoffs, but allows for the warm feeling that swells in her chest. Okay, it's fondness, she'll admit to it-- not out-loud, but to herself at least. Besides, he's kinda sweet when he's asleep and you know, not talking.
“Guess that explains why I feel so-- I don't know...” She makes a helpless gesture.
“Good?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.” Luke agrees with a chuckle, reaching past her to ruffle Danny's hair, the kid stirs a little, but doesn't wake.
She sighs again and reaches down to pull the blanket further up over him.
“I guess getting magic-fingered is better than getting iron fisted.” She has to make the joke, ok? Besides it makes Luke laugh.
“I'm telling him he gave you the best orgasm of your life.”
Jessica hits him with a pillow. “Don't you dare!”
“Come on, you're practically glowing.”
“Hey, he magic fingered you first. Jerkhole.”
Luke chortles again, tugging the pillow away before she can hit him with it again.
Then, behind them, Danny's voice rumbles out low and groggy. “Are we really calling it that?”
Jessica can only laugh.