A/N: This is by all means a first for me, so please excuse any mistakes. If anyone ever reads this and if by chance you happen to like it, please let me know?


Making New Memories

"Why are you so tense?" he wondered as his hands met the muscles of her back.

He'd started massaging her neck and shoulders on a daily basis, to help her sooth the ZIP-poisoning headaches and spasms. Now that her body was under control again, he simply couldn't think of any reasons why he should stop his method.

She was leaning on the wooden rail at the cabin's porch, someplace lost inside her thoughts, being slightly surprised by the unexpected touch. He kept applying gentle pressure on the tight spots around her spine, letting her process whatever dark memory had visited her again.

"I think I'll have a quick shower before dinner" she told him untangling her body from his embrace, clearly needing some space to deal with whatever was making her feel guilty.

"It's just that…" she stopped moving at his worried, yet unspoken OK. "Remember that last time… we had sex?" she blurted lowering her eyes.

"Yeah…?" he tried to follow her train of thought, almost relieved it wasn't some violent mistake that the forest had reminded her of.

"That wasn't me though…" she trailed out of breath, playing nervously with his jacket's zipper. "That night in our couch… You were with Remi, not me" she finally admitted pouring a desperate stare of guilt into his eyes.

"And? She didn't like it?" he teased her, trying to hide how many times he had thought of that in the past himself.

Her laugh lighted the mood, forcing him to bury her deep inside his arms. "It's just that…" she continued, hearing her voice echo in his chest, "out of all the lies I told you when I was her, this is the one I can't forgive myself for".

"Jane, I don't care", only then realizing how true that was. "All I care is that I have you here, with me. And that I will also have you here tomorrow and the day after that for the rest of our lives" he confessed, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Plus, there was some part of you in Remi's style that night, if I remember correctly…" his thumb moved meaningfully to her chin, parting her mouth for his to easily capture the lower lip.

He only stopped kissing her when he felt her smiling. "Go grab that shower, I'll finish up dinner and we'll talk about anything you want over those choco-bunnies" he promised in her ear.


"I thought you were making dinner" she mentioned when she felt him sharing the shower spray behind her, trying to sound as unexcited as her voice would allow her.

"I remembered my New Year's resolution", he justified his change of plans, pushing confidently the shower bench in the middle of the rectangular space.

"To start a diet?" she playfully finished his sentence, placing the shampoo she was holding back on the shelf and reaching immediately for his frame.

"To prioritize my intentions" he turned her to face away from him again, signaling her to sit at the edge of the bench.

"Which are…?" she wondered laughing when he straddled the wooden stool to sit right behind her.

"Making new memories" he promised as his hands were already back to their massaging position on her shoulders.

He kept his pressure focused on the muscles of her back for a while, using the shower gel that was covering her body as a lotion; feeling her relax more and more under his touch.

"Hmmm… this is nice" she hummed, melting against his torso.

His hands left her scalp, starting to slide slowly on the outer part of her thighs, down until her knees. He cupped the hard joints and gently forced them to part, pulling her legs back -towards his own- as his hands continued with their upward retreat, this time from the inside of her thighs.

She tried to grab the back of his neck, but his moves where faster than hers. He used his body to push her just an inch forward, making the water spray land rhythmically at the spot he'd just revealed. The surprising tingly pressure right at the core stole a sigh from her throat, as her head fell heavily on his shoulder.

"Better?" he asked, kissing the neck that landed next to his mouth.

She turned her head to find his mouth, unwilling and unable at the same time for any verbal reply.

He let the water run unstoppable over her sensitive flesh, while his hands were patiently roaming over the rest of her body. Kisses and strokes. He was spending most of his time on her torso, feeling her ribs, leaving foamy patterns on her stomach, cupping her breasts to claim his territory and rubbing steadily against their picks to please her. Kissing and stroking, always.

She tried to move again, but he kept her right where she was with a firm grip between her neck and jaw, tilting her head and capturing her lips once more; his other hand continuing its steamy exploration. He moved lower, giving the inside of her thighs their fair share of massaging, while blocking the water's flow with his forearm. A gesture well designed, allowing him to control and even hinder the overwhelming vibration, but also compete against the water's arousing abilities with his own arm-made stimulation whenever he wanted.

He could feel her heart-beating rising as her body allowed more of its weight back to his chest and his arms snaked tighter around her. He'd say he was in absolute control, right when she reached for the faucet and turned it decisively off, needing his touch to be her only distraction. Her legs spread wider, being in total contact with his thighs behind them; an invitation she underlined with her hands, hooking them in his knees and pushing her body back, towards his stomach and his own growing built-up.

"I like it when you're bossy" he confessed with a voice heavier than usual, pressing his palm all the way down her parted folds, using the foam on his hand to help him slide repeatedly up and down her flesh.

His fingertip circled her clit for a while and then moved lower to find her entrance, only to softly trace her opening and feel the sucking pulse before returning back to her hardening nub. His other hand had already left her nipples and was now holding her firmly against his torso -not that she was going anywhere, but just in case- while the luckier fingers kept their back and forth traveling on the slick core between her thighs.

He drew a straight line from the picking of her clit to the warmth of her insides, forcing his finger to finally enter the only part of her body he hadn't yet explored. Her sounds were no longer that quiet and her body was now pushing hard against his, her legs already trembling under the inner muscles' grinding he was offering. A second finger joined soon to add more friction in her hidden depths, while his wrist was leaving thoughtful strokes on her clit at the same time.

"Kurt…" she panted out of breath, trying to leave her seat and reach behind her to touch him.

"Not yet." He kept her firmly in position, making sure her legs would stay parted enough for him to keep his rhythmical massaging.

"I want you" she gathered her strength to explain, when his hand refused to stop the caresses that were driving her crazy.

"I will be… your bonus" he noted securely. "But not just yet..." he added meaningfully, sucking her earlobe in sync with his fingers' thrusts.

Her breath was coming out short and fast, her fingers grasping on his thighs, trying to maintain some kind of composure, but she was more than ready… oh, he knew she was.

"Don't hold it, baby" he whispered kissing her neck softly, as his thumb added some extra tension to her swollen clit; giving her the final push she needed to go over the edge.

He held her firmly against his torso when she did, making sure the pressure on her pulsing flesh wasn't over before her orgasm had completed its circle.

Only then he removed his fingers. Hugging tightly her exhausted form, pressing hot kisses on any spot he could find access to; his unspoken love for her implied with every stroke both his lips and eyes were leaving on her body.