Disclaimer: I do not own Thor, Jessica Jones or anything to do with Marvel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Jessica Jones had another long, shitty day, following yet another guy cheating on his wife. And with his secretary, no less. God, what a painful cliché. He could have at least had the decency to try something more original, so she wouldn't be stuck watching the same bull-shit she'd taken pictures of thousands of times, and would probably take a thousand more before even the end of the year.
But at least it was the end of the day, and as always, when she closed the door to her apartment/place of business, she rested her back against the door, or the nearest wall, and let out a sigh of relief. Finally, back to her true love. Booze. Also, Trish Walker. However, it wasn't Trish's voice that greeted her...
"Hello Jessica Jones."
Jessica groaned tiredly, before calling out, "Before we start, can I at least have a drink?"
"I already poured you one, sweetie."
"Trish?" Jessica said softly, before quickly making her way through her apartment/place of business.
Hearing that second voice shouldn't be a surprise, as Trish pretty much lived here now, despite owning a much nicer place, in a much nicer part of the city. But the fact that it was coming from the same room as the first voice was extremely worrying, as it was pretty much one of Jessica's biggest fears come to life.
The infamous woman-breaker, simply known as Sif, apparently left alone with the one-person in this world which Jessica truly cared about. Which conjured up some truly horrific ideas about what she might find when she actually got to her office, which just had to be the place the voices were coming from. Although for better or for worse, it wasn't quite what she was expecting.
Instead of being in a compromising position, Trish was sitting behind Jessica's desk, casually sipping coffee. Which honestly, had become a very common power play her friend like to use on her. However, this time the infamous Sif was sitting right next to her, also sipping what she assumed was coffee, in a chair she had moved around so she could greet her this way.
Trish looked calm and casual, and while that could be an act, the former child star had never been that good an actress. So Jessica could at least take comfort in that. However, in her experience, things could turn south, very quickly. But, well, there was vodka there, just waiting for her, practically begging her to drink it. And who was she to resist?
So she didn't. No, Jessica Jones closed the distance between them, and lived up to her reputation, by initially ignoring the glass in favour of grabbing the bottle, and then beginning to down it in one. Something which caused Sif to laugh at her, but she didn't care. If she was going to deal with this shit, she at least had to have half a bottle of something in her system.
Which was exactly what this was, suggesting that they had started without her. Or was this simply one she hadn't finished? That wasn't like her. Either way, it got the job done, Jessica feeling properly buzzed when she finished the first bottle, and the glass which had been poured for her. Then she finally turned her attention to the still chuckling alien.
"What?" Jessica practically growled at the intruder.
"Now Jessica, honey, what did we say about your manners?" Trish scolded.
"That they were a lost cause?" Jessica quipped.
"That's before I went back to being your Mistress." Trish pointed out, "Now I think you just like to be spanked."
"Maybe." Jessica shrugged, before quickly adding, "But, you should know, I've never been afraid to take a hit for the greater good."
"Oh, I remember." Trish said, "Which is why I'm hoping that your sober and patient enough to at least hear us out."
"Fine." Jessica grumbled, before quipping, "But if you want me to be sober for this conversation, you better talk fast."
"We'll talk as long as we like, and you're going to sit down, and listen." Trish ordered firmly, even pushing, "Am I clear?"
For a few seconds, the two childhood friends just stared at each other, then Jessica slumped down in the nearest chair, and grumbled, "Fine!"
"And by that, you mean?" Trish pushed.
"Yes..." Jessica blushed, lowering her head as she forced out the next part, "Yes, Mistress."
"Sorry about that." Trish turned to Sif, "I wish I could tell you that I had her better trained than this. But, she's always been prickly around strangers. And most people, actually. And, well..."
"My reputation precedes me, I know, I know." Sif chuckled, before reassuring, "And it really is all right. Clearly, she's worried about you. Which is sweet. It shows she's a loyal and loving sub bitch, who would make a wonderful addition to my collection. Mmmmmmmm, especially given her special set of skills."
"That's not going to happen." Jessica said forcefully.
"Perhaps." Sif hummed, before admitting, "I heard about your experience with, emotional manipulation, and I'm sorry you had to go through that. But I assure you, I do not force anyone to do anything they don't want too. Fortunately, my Wanda believes you are now immune to my influence, and influence from those like me. But just in case, I arrange that part of my abilities to be disabled, just temporarily.
I'd even considered leaving you alone, given what you have been through. However, then my Wanda told me about your special relationship with Patsy, here. So obviously, you're not opposed to submitting to women, as long as it's of your own free will."
"Her!" Jessica cut in, indicating to her best friend turned so much more, "I submit to her, and only her. She is my world. And no one is taking her away from me. Or me away from her."
