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Jessica was in no mood. She stayed silent, ignoring Kilgraves constant banter. She hadn't slept as much as she would have liked; Kilgrave only explained the bare minimum.
"Foreign beauty" and "gorgeous views" were among the phrases proclaimed when describing their destination.
Jessica didn't have anything to say.
The morning was chilly. There were a few private jets stored in the facility, glowing yellow with the early sun. Theirs was already ready.
It only took a few commands for the pilots to be ready, the hostesses and flight attendees waiting on their requests.
Kilgrave was tempted to guide her up the metal stairs, but thought othewise. He wasn't going to rush this.
Jessica was dressed in a dark satin dress, showing off her toned arms. Much to her disgust, she looked gorgeous; just what He wanted.
They soon boarded the exclusive jet, probably belonging to one of the many millionaires in New York. The inside was coated in wood, the seats made out of the finest leather.
They had had their breakfast at the hotel, but Kilgrave went ahead and ordered fresh mimosas for Jessica. He promised her it could make her feel ready for their 'adventure.'
The blonde stewardess had the drinks ready quickly, serving them with poise. Jessica held hers as Kilgrave sipped his with pleasure.
She was seated in front of him, eyeing him through the glass of her morning drink. Foam accumulated on the thin rim.
There were a thousand different thoughts in her head, and simultaneously, not one at all. She couldn't think anymore; if she did, Jessica's rage wouldn't have an end. If she didn't think, she could stay, fulfill what she had promised.
She looked out the clean window, the jet accumulating speed. Jessica watched the New York skyline becoming smaller and smaller as their transport ascended into the sky.
Trish was safe. Luke was safe. Malcolm could get his life together. Life could continue now.
She took a sip, as if she had never drunk before, calmly. Jessica was used to hard liquor; this tasted like refreshing juice more than anything.
Liftoff was smooth. They were hitting 10,000 feet in a matter of minutes. The New York skyline disappeared.
Kilgrave hadn't stopped looking at her. This was too good to be actually true. He was cautious, but he would enjoy this.
Jessica could feel her eyes slowly closing; the hum of airplane was lulling her body to sleep.
The night before, it had taken her a while to finally catch some sleep. She could use some more.
"Oh, I'm certain you'll enjoy it. Actually, I guarantee it, Jessica. The best little cafe is near the cathedral. One of the most scrumptious paella I've taste-
"I'd like to go to sleep. Until we get to...wherever."
Kilgrave, surprised by her suddenness, was silent. His charisma returned in seconds.
"Oh, of course, dear. You can rest, it'll be quite a while till we land. "
At this, Kilgrave called for the blonde stewardess and spoke lowly in her ear.
"Follow me, ma'am."
Jessica finished the last bit of her mimosa.
She followed the stewardess toward the back of the plane. A thin curtain covered the right side of the back.
A small twin sided cot was waiting for Jessica, Egyptian cotton sheets coating the comfortable bed.
Jessica fell on the bed, not giving a damn about changing. She heard the stewardess grumble in disapproval but Jessica was too exhausted to care.
She needed rest; perhaps she would be tired forever.
Her eyes closed to the soft vibration of the jet. Besides the hum, there was silence in the cabin.
She went to sleep, finding some peace knowing that the few Jessica loved were safe.
A few tears fell down her cheeks.
Regret was painful.
....
It didn't take long for Jessica to fall into a deep slumber. Kilgrave watched the clouds darken as the last rays of sun reached the jet.
He paced around the cabin, his usually relaxed mind running quickly with analysis.
Jessica had been sleeping the entire flight; she hadn't even stirred in her sleep.
Kilgraves dark eyes found her relaxed body, slightly moving with her slow breathing.
He walked closer, catching a faint whiff of her natural scent.
He could have sworn he saw a faint smile on her full lips.
Kilgrave felt his hand reach toward her, gently touching Jessica's head.
She did not move.
The tall man walked away, pacing away toward his seat.
The sky was dark, a few stars emerging from the clouds.
They would be arriving soon.