1964-03-18 - Worst Proposal
Summary: Matt told Jessica to not see Remy. Jessica makes her own rules.
Related: Jailbird Jessica
Theme Song: None
gambit jessica 


Jessica had gotten out and instructed Remy via third parties to meet at a given time atop one of the many rooftops of the New York skyline. She hasn't been home yet — not since getting out of holding. She sits on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the night sky, and admiring the reflection of light present towards the Financial District. It really is the city that never sleeps.

Her feet dangle and her head cants to the side, curious. Considerate. Unsure. A case closed, and lingering thoughts remain.

Just the same, her arms draw around herself and she sinks further into her jacket before she lays back, allowing her back to rest against the rooftop and her eyes to hone in on the night sky.

*

"Chere." The familiar voice comes from the shadows with only it and the orange glow of a cigarette to show that someone is there. The smell of smoke comes soon after. "Ah be interested in givin' you a lil snuggle to warm ya'up, but ya lookin' so darn cute dere all huddled." He gives an upwards nod, "Much as you an-I end up in de joint, ya think we'd start wearin' orange jus ta save dem de time."

*

The voice has Jessica pressing up to a sit. She slides away from the edge of the building, and treads towards him. She reaches for the cigarette in his lips and brings it to her own, taking a long puff from it. She returns it to his lips and she shoots him a quirk of a smile.

"I never look cute," she asserts as her chin lifts in an effort to meet his gaze. It'd been two days. And, despite herself, she had felt it acutely. Her lips purse lightly and she reaches up to tug his glasses from his face. She aims to fold it and clip their arm to the neck of her shirt. And then, instead of saying any of her real thoughts aloud, she manages a soft, yet oddly sentimental, "Hey." Her fingertips lift to graze his cheek.

*

Remy murmurs like a cat as she shows him such affection. Idly he thinks back to when they first met and how they were. Far different, suffice to say. "Hey, yoself, good lookin'," he replies, matching her grin. His black and red eyes peer over the rooftop as his almond colored eyebrow raises. "Been tinkin ah goin' back to de Jewel days, chere? Y'aint ever met wit me on de rooftop be-fo. 'Cept for dat bowlin' ting."

*

The remark earns Remy a vague lift of Jessica's eyebrows. The smile subdues. But her hand doesn't just drop. Her jaw tightens and for the first time in days, her eyes give away that hint of fatigue from the song and dance she'd maintained. Her cheeks puff out with an exasperated sigh. "No," she offers resolutely. "I'm not a hero." It's truer today than it was the first time she'd said to him.

Her hand finally falls to her side and her chin drops. "The cops." And then with a faint lidding of her eyes, beneath a dark fan of lashes, she forces her gaze to match his again. "They asked whether I'm a mutant freedom fighter. My lawyer advised we take a breather." Her chin lifts and she studies him carefully, but her own thoughts on the matter remain veiled behind that pokerface. "SO we don't get arrested. For being mutant freedom fighters."

*

Remy gives a hurt look when she says she's not a hero. He would beg to differ, but he doesn't now, as he becomes too intrigued in what she has to say neck. "Cops say all sorts a bad tings, chere. Tink I remember you gettin' all mad for me holdin' one down while ole Raven had her way wit one, non?" He sighs. "Your lawyer ain't know shit."

*

"There's a process for that," Jessica murmurs softly about the police officer who got a beating. "We need that process — that's how justice works." Warmth reflects in her eyes despite how aloof she's trying to be. "My lawyer isn't wrong. I don't want you getting arrested. Or for some asshole to try to get me to testify against you." She shrugs. "I wouldn't, you know."

*

5r"Well, I got m'own opinions 'bout justice. You know dat," Remy says as he flicks his cigarette away. "I'm tinkin' yo lawyer be verreh wrong. But also know you good 'nuff to undah-stand dat you already made up yo' mind."

*

Amusement tugs at the corners of Jessica's eyes. "Oh? And what have I decided?" There's vague consideration there. "What do you want?" her lips purse lightly as she takes a step closer to him, stepping into his space as she does so.

*

Remy tilts his head arrogantly and defiantly. He is a revolutionary in his own mind, after all. "I'm tinkin we tell errybody to go to hell, same as we always do. Roll de dice, like we always do. And do shit our own way, like we always do. Don't need know pansy-boy wit a tie tellin' me I can't see my lady."

*

At this close range, unless Remy steps away, Jessica's arms easily wrap around his neck. Her eyes study his. Her jaw tightens. And as she continues to take in each fleck of colour in his eyes. That careful study and her consideration of his eyes wins a very vague flicker of a smile. She swallows hard. There's something in her mind; something she's obviously weighing. And then she vocalizes it — the conclusion she came to over the last twenty-four hours: "Marry me." Her chin drops. It's not likely what Matt Murdock had in mind.

*

"Yeah alright," Remy says as if she just mentioned that she would be picking up Chinese takeout for dinner. Crab Rangoons are great, by the way. "You tinkin' Vegas or you wanna do it in some church? Or get real romantic and head down to de ole courthouse."

*

The reply has Jessica's chin lifting. She nods evenly, giving each of the locations some consideration. "I was thinking courthouse." Her lips quirk slightly. "We get married, we never have to testify against each other. Not even a question."

*

"You tinkin you wanna marry ole Remy just because of some court proceedin? Dahlin, it ain't ever gettin' dat far. Dey ain't gonna catch me and if dey do, Imma break out right quick." Remy smiles at her. "You gun get my hand in marriage, you bettah be doin' it for de right reason."

*

"It was the first motivation," Jessica replies as she studies his face. She's just a little prickly as she notes, "But two days away and," she shrugs. Sentiment is not her strength. "I want to. Or something." She actually stiffens. "So. You want to marry me?" She inhales a long breath. "I know you've done this before. I get it if you don't want to do it again."

*

"Already answered de question, chere," Remy reasons as he looks at her with a tilted head and lopsided grin. "Might as well t'ank yo' lucky stahs and jus' be t'ankful for yo good fortune."

*

"Alright," Jessica replies coolly. She finally lowers her hands from around his neck, and lets her palms linger on his chest a moment. "When?" She studies his eyes again. "I should probably invite Trish or something." She shrugs.

*

Remy shrugs as he laces his thumbs in the loops of her pants. "I dun give a shit. Tomorra?" He considers and adds, "Trish knowin' will prolly be a good ting, non? Seem like it important or whatever."

*

"Tomorrow works for me," Jessica slides closer to him. "She's the only family I have left. Besides you." Her hands follow his, resting over top his. "The last two nights were the first time we weren't in the same bed in two months," she says blandly. "Trish would call it bad luck or something, but I want you in our bed. All night." She smirks. "I want to," she leans forward and plants a light kiss at the base of his neck, "make," she trails down his neck with her breath warm and soft against his skin, "love," she kisses him again, "to you."

*

Remy closes his eyes as she begins to kiss him, "Well, y'ain't gotta ask me twice chere. Dun tink we need to wait any more, unless you be one of dem superstitious types." His hands slide up on her sides. "I ain't."

*

Jessica leans back slightly at the notion of being superstitious. "Do I strike you as superstitious?" She arches a single wry eyebrow. "Want to go home?" his cheeks puff out lightly.

*

"I do tink dat be de best idea, chere. An' Imma let you do dat ting you been talkin' bout, and den Imma take over and show ya how it be done," Remy says with a laugh as he pinches her side lightly.

*

With the pinch at her side, Jessica lifts both her eyebrows and shakes her head lightly before drawing her arms around Remy. She kicks off the rooftop and the pair set flight back towards the Kitchen. Homeward bound.

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