Author's Note: Because apparently I don't have enough works in progress, here's basically my screen-to-fic rendering of that Jeller scene at the end of season 2 (before the time-skip that teases for season three). No annoying scene-flashes or fade-to-black, I promise. ;D And yes, this will be multi-chapter, partly because they have a lot of sex to have, and partly because they have a lot of talking to do, about Shepherd and Roman and their relationship and the future. :)

Kurt had been staring out into the night for pretty much forever. Sandstorm had been neutralised. The biggest case of his career was over, and with it, any obligation Jane Doe had to the FBI. She had her immunity for crimes past, granted in full. He'd drafted the document, and Hirst had signed it. Jane was officially a free woman—now, all that remained was for her to choose a new identity and relocate to California, if that was where she decided to go.

The stab wound in his leg protested as he shifted his weight. It had been thirty-four hours since he'd collapsed on the blacktop outside the ambulance in DC. Thirty-four hours since he'd seen Jane crouching over him, concerned and exhausted.

If there's something you want to say to her, I wouldn't put it off. Patterson's words replayed in his mind. Those last moments before he'd passed out were so hazy, blurred with pain, adrenaline and relief. Had he actually said the words he'd meant to say? Or had he passed out before they'd transferred from his brain to his mouth?

She hadn't called him. Hadn't been there for his speech in SIOC, where he'd thanked the wider team for their dedication to the case. When he'd gone down to medical to check on her, the personnel there had told him he'd just missed her.

He'd left her a voicemail inviting her to the celebration drinks at his place tonight—just the core team members. Patterson, Reade and Zapata were all already inside, laughing, joking and drinking. They'd all come out of this with scars, some deeper than others, and Weller knew he should be inside with his team, unwinding, reforging the bonds with them that had been stressed during the case. Patterson, especially, had been pushed to breaking point. She deserved all the support in the world after the miracle she'd pulled off with the help of NASA the other day.

But Jane wasn't here, and an illogical part of him was terrified that he'd never see her again. That in a few days, he'd get a postcard from California, thanking him for his friendship and the work he'd done on her case, and wishing him well.

Her mother was in a CIA black site—Jane had to suspect that, even if she didn't know it for sure. How would Kurt feel if his own father had been subject to that treatment? There was no doubt that both Shepherd and Bill had done unforgivable things, though their crimes differed in scale. In Jane's place, Kurt would be devastated, even as he knew the punishment fit the crime.

Was she mourning the loss of her family ties at her safehouse, alone? Should he go over there? He couldn't. His team needed him tonight. But he needed to see her, needed to hold her, even if it was the short embrace of a friend.

What if she just wanted to forget the last two years had ever happened? Remove the tattoos, cut all ties with New York, and get on with her new life? He couldn't begrudge her that. She'd been through hell.

Later. He'd think about it later.

Patterson's laughter rang out inside, and Kurt finally went back indoors.

"What are you guys laughing about?" he asked, reaching for a glass.

Behind him, the sound of the door opening made his heart skip. He turned, forgetting about everything else, to watch Jane step in with a tiny, awkward wave and sheepish smile.

He crossed the room towards her, knowing the rest of the team were watching, but not giving a damn. Jane's face was covered in bruises, and he resisted the instinct to cup her face in his hands and examine her more closely. If medical had discharged her, she was fine.

"I didn't think you were coming," he said, trying to read her expression.

"Can I talk to you for just a second? Outside?" She seemed nervous. That made two of them.

He nodded and followed her out into the hall, shutting out the curious gazes of their friends.

"Uh…" Jane hesitated with a light laugh, though her smile gave him butterflies. Whatever she was about to say, at least she was happy. That was the most important thing.

Then she looked down, her nerves clearly getting the better of her, before forcing herself to look up at him once more. "So… They said I could go anywhere."

She looked so serious now. He couldn't breathe, couldn't say anything to spur her on. All he could do was wait, leaning against the wall, and hope his world wasn't about to fall apart.

"But this is where I want to be."

He gave her a tiny smile, relief stealing the strength from his limbs for a moment. At least, if nothing else, she'd still be in his life. But she had more to say.

"I love you too, Kurt," she half-whispered, then exhaled as though saying the words had released a huge burden.

He still couldn't speak, but now it was because there were no more words to be said. He let his actions speak for him, everything else fading from his consciousness as he stepped forward.

"And I… And I just, I—" Flustered by his lack of response, she tried to fill the silence until he slid his hand to the back of her neck and silenced her with a kiss.

Her breath caught, and she kissed him back, swaying a little into his embrace. Their last kiss had been tinged with sorrow and shock, so soon after Shepherd's assault on SIOC that it had been mostly about comfort and connection, not sexual desire. This moment had been building up for months, through heartache, danger and terror, not to mention the jealousy of watching her get close to another man. To have her here now was almost overwhelming, and he drank her in, pulling her closer as she wound her arms around his neck.

Yes, Jane. Yes. This was where she wanted to be. This was where she was meant to be. And he wasn't letting her go.

As if by unspoken agreement, they drew back enough to look at each other, and finally, he could breathe again, smile again.

She loves me. He couldn't help but press another kiss to her lips, swift and sure.

"We should probably go inside, huh?" Jane's voice was husky with emotion, her eyelids heavy with desire.

"Yeah. The team are waiting." And god, he wanted to throw them all out into the street right now. It would almost be worth the teasing they'd get for the rest of their lives.

Jane didn't step back, and neither did he. For a long moment, they just gazed at each other, unwilling to leave this perfect moment behind.

Then a scuffle behind one of the doors down the hall signified someone was about to leave their apartment, and with a sigh, Kurt made himself move. "Come on. Let's go grab a drink."

She smiled and glanced up into his face when he touched the small of her back, and he fought the urge to kiss her again.

Later.

Jane cleared her throat, flustered, as she opened the apartment door again. She was pretty sure everyone inside knew exactly what had just been going on out in the hall—in fact, if eavesdropping had been involved, she wouldn't be surprised.

Before she could apologise to the team for not saying hello sooner, Reade got up from his seat with a nonchalance that was completely unconvincing. "Hey—sorry, my boy called. Gotta bail."

Zapata chipped in, "And he is my ride, so I'm going too…" She left the apartment in Reade's wake, unable to suppress her smile.

Oh, god. Jane tried to keep a straight face, hoping the bruises on her face would hide her blush. They all totally knew.

Patterson didn't even bother with tact as she completed the sudden mass exodus from Weller's apartment. "Yeah, I'm gonna go to, uh, not here." She clapped each of them on the shoulder as she passed. "Have fun. I'll see you guys when I see you."

Kurt pushed the door shut before any of them could change their minds. "And goodbye."

Jane couldn't help but laugh before she turned back to Kurt, anticipation tingling down her spine as she bit her lip. The look he gave her was pure, mischievous lust.

"So," Jane said, still trying to keep a straight face, "what do you want to do now?"

The way their relationship had gone so far, she wouldn't have been surprised if he'd immediately backed off and offered to get her a drink. But their confessions of love had broken down the final wall between them, and there was no room for doubt amidst the rubble that remained.

"I have a few ideas," he said, taking a step towards her.

It seemed like the weight of the world had fallen from his shoulders in just a few short minutes. Had he really thought she could leave after hearing that he loved her? She shouldn't have waited so long to come over.

They shouldn't have waited so long to do this.

"Tell me again," she murmured, sliding her palms up the front of his shirt as she moved closer.

He didn't have to ask what she meant, his expression fading to seriousness as he cupped her face in one hand. "I love you, Jane. More than anything."

"I love you." It felt so much less terrifying to say it a second time, the certainty that he returned her feelings—that he hadn't regretted his words in DC—lifting her spirit and lightening her heart.

He rested his forehead against hers gently, mindful of her bruises as his smile re-emerged. "Think we should go to bed?"

She didn't waste time on a verbal reply, surging forward to kiss him the way she'd always wanted to—fiercely, heatedly, a promise and a plea for more, now, right now. Kurt gave the barest hint of a groan as he responded, his tongue teasing hers as he stroked his palms up her lower back, beneath her shirt.

This was more skin-to-skin contact than they'd ever shared, and yet, still not enough. He seemed to reach the same conclusion, spinning her to face the wall and driving her up against it, shielding her body from the impact with his arms before pressing against her.

Oh, god, he was hard for her, and she couldn't help but arch closer, rubbing her clit over the ridge in his jeans. The friction was perfect, even through their clothing, and he gave a soft, appreciative curse at the slow, hard rhythm of her grind against him.

He pulled at her shirt, somehow managing the buttons, though his movements were uncoordinated, rushed. Jane wanted to help, but she couldn't stop kissing him, every glide of his lips over hers satisfying a craving deeper than sex. When he pushed the shirt off her shoulders, she could hardly bear to unwind her arms enough to get rid of it, but made herself break the kiss, just for a moment.

Kurt gazed down at her exposed torso as though he wanted to devour her, reverence and heat all in one look. Her breasts were still hidden by her sports bra, but she might as well have been naked, his face was so appreciative.

"Not really a surprise, right?" she said, her voice emerging breathless. "I know you've seen pretty much my entire body already in the casefiles."

"This is different," he said, stroking his hand down her throat, all the way to where her bra began. "This is you. It's real. And you want me to see it."

Jane nodded, unexpectedly emotional at the simple way he'd described it. When she'd come out of the bag, she'd been too stunned and shaken to protest as Patterson had digitally scanned her entire body. The images had been edited to preserve as much of her modesty as possible, but the tattoos covered so much of her, it was easy to fill in the blanks, except for in the extreme close-up images of each inked design. She'd grown used to the idea that the team all knew her body almost as intimately as she did. But this was different. The consent she gave Kurt to view her body now was given out of joy and desire, not necessity. And the fact that he was appreciating the difference made it all the more erotic.

She pulled him into another kiss, trying to convey just how much she felt in this moment. He tangled his fingers in her hair, tilted her head back to kiss her more deeply, his breath shaking as she reached for his belt.

He broke the kiss just as she managed to get the buckle undone, shaking his head. "If we don't move now, we're gonna end up doing this right here."

"I don't care where, as long as we do."

The next thing she knew, Kurt lifted her off her feet. With a cry of startled laughter, Jane wrapped her legs around his waist and let him carry her to the bedroom, embracing the feeling of being out of control for the first time in her remembered life.

She was still laughing as he stopped at the foot of the bed, and she slid down his body to regain her footing, then lower to sit down on the bed.

Kurt leaned down to kiss her before she could act on any of the possibilities her new position suggested to her, his fingertips slipping under the hem of her sports bra in a wordless question. Jane lifted her arms and let him pull it up over her head, then leaned back on her hands as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down her neck, over the newly revealed tattoos, to circle one of her nipples with his tongue.

His hands and lips on her body sent shivers of pleasure through her, but she wanted more; wanted to even things up between them and take a first taste of the body of the man she loved. Before he could continue downwards to her navel, she sat up again, reaching for his shirt buttons as she reclaimed his lips.

He shrugged out of his shirt distractedly, his focus completely on kissing her, on teasing her nipples until her hips shifted of their own accord, her body desperate for more contact between them. She stood up again, catching her breath as she pressed herself against his warm, solid chest.

Kurt cupped her ass in his hands, and she rocked against his hard-on again, torn between the equally attractive options of tearing off his pants, or staying this close to him. The need to have him inside her won out, and their lips met yet again as she drew back to find his zipper.

She got distracted with her hand inside his pants, teasing his cock through his underwear. Somehow, he kept his composure enough to strip her down first, his kisses becoming rough and desperate as she dipped her hand inside his boxer-briefs to close her hand around his erection. As she stroked slowly up towards the head, he finished the job she'd started, pushing down his jeans and underwear to make her movements easier.

When his touch slipped down between her thighs, Jane cried out into his kiss, widening her stance in wordless encouragement and tilting against the delicious pressure of his fingers. Kurt breathed a curse against her lips, his cock pulsing in her hand, and Jane's control gave out.

They'd spent too long hesitating. Even though this was just foreplay that would lead to the inevitable, she didn't want to waste any more time. Later, they could spend forever driving each other crazy, but now she just needed him over her, inside her.

Jane pulled him backwards onto the bed, conscious of the bandages obscuring his stab wound as she stretched out on her back, with him over her. "Your leg—" she started, but he shook his head with a small smile.

"My leg is the last thing I'm thinking about right now."

She opened her mouth to suggest that maybe he should be more careful, but he cut off her words with a hot, insistent kiss as he lowered his naked body onto hers, and all of a sudden his leg was the last thing she was thinking about, either.

They rocked together, his hard shaft giving provocative friction against her clit, making her sigh with pleasure. "Now," she whispered, reaching down between them to take him in her hand. "I don't want to wait any longer."

He nodded, breathing hard, but hesitated. "Birth control?"

"I have an implant." She tilted up her hips, moving him right where she needed him. "Take me, Kurt."

"Yes, ma'am."

The look he gave her, amusement and need and love all at once, melted her deep inside. And then he was driving inside her, careful but demanding, making her gasp and arch and close her eyes as he filled her. When he'd stopped moving, his thick cock fully buried within her, she opened her eyes to find him gazing down at her, gauging her response.

"Kurt," she whispered, tracing her fingertips down his cheek. Being this close to him, this intimate, made her feel something she couldn't possibly describe, but she felt like she couldn't pass the moment unmarked.

He nodded, a smile playing about his lips, completely focused on her. He could feel it too; she knew it instinctively.

"No more waiting," she whispered, and pulled his head down to kiss him.

He growled appreciatively against her lips as he began to move, slowly and steadily at first, but picking up the pace as she encouraged him on, dragging her nails down his back and over his ass. They found their rhythm in bed just as they'd formed an effective team in the field, reading each other's unspoken signals, working together to pursue a common goal.

Jane cried out with pleasure as he figured out exactly the right angle to hit her sweet spot, then opened her eyes when he laughed softly, finding him watching her with amusement, even as he drove her a little closer to climax with each tilt of his hips. He didn't need to explain his reaction—she'd take a bullet with hardly a sound, but he was unravelling her far faster with pleasure than pain would ever achieve. And they were both loving every second of it.

"More," she gasped out, bracing her feet against the bed so she could move up against him faster, harder. "I'm almost…"

Kurt met her plea with everything she needed, bracing himself on one arm to dip his fingers down to her clit with the other. Jane grabbed a fistful of the bedcovers as the glorious tension within her built even higher, so intense that she didn't think she could stand it. She called out his name just because she could, just because it was true; he was with her right now, pushing her to the brink.

"Kurt!"

The tidal-wave of sensation finally overwhelmed her, each strong pulse of her climax rippling around his cock. Just a few heartbeats later, Kurt slowed his movements, slamming into her with desperate, rhythmic jolts as he took his own release, then collapsing onto her, his strength giving out.

At first, she couldn't make out what he was breathlessly whispering against her hair, but then her brain put it together and her heart swelled. "Jane… Oh, god, Jane…"

"Mmmm…" She buried her face in his shoulder and inhaled his scent, stroking his hair as they lay together. "You feel so good like this."

Kurt rested his head beside hers, turning to press a kiss to the sensitive spot just behind her ear. "I'm gonna crush you if you don't let me up."

Jane hooked her feet around the back of his thighs and held on tighter. "I like it."

He smiled against her neck. "Yeah? What else do you like?"

"Kissing you."

As he lifted his head to do just that, Kurt reached for her hands and entwined their fingers, pinning her arms gently to the bed. She could have easily broken free, but had no desire to do so, enjoying the feel of him pinning her down.

Now that they'd slaked that initial, undeniable thirst for each other, some of the urgency had left them, replaced by a kind of languid certainty. They were together. They loved each other. And for the first time—maybe for the first time since he'd asked her to try to remember him, and she'd reached out hesitantly to touch his face—they were completely sure of where they stood.

Jane smiled against Kurt's lips, unable to stop herself. He returned the expression as he looked down at her, cocking his head a little and pretending to be confused. "You happy, or something?"

"Getting there. I do have a suggestion for making me even happier, though."

A man less secure in his masculinity would have taken it as criticism of his sexual performance. Kurt just grinned and rolled onto his back, bringing her with him. "Be my guest. Some things might have to wait until the leg is healed, though."

Jane immediately shifted her weight off him and sat up, intent on checking his dressings for blood. "Are you okay? I shouldn't have pushed you so hard."

"Yes," he said, so emphatically that she glanced over to see him smiling, but exasperated. "You should have."

Taking the hint to stop fussing over him, Jane slid up to lie in the crook of his arm. "What I have in mind will completely take the stress off your leg. I promise."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Now you have to tell me."

Mischievously, Jane leaned in and whispered two suggestive words in his ear. "Pizza delivery."

Before she could draw back, Kurt seized her and dragged her on top of him, laughing as he covered her face and neck with kisses. She gave in to her own laughter, enjoying the warmth of his skin and this new, intoxicating lack of inhibition between them.

"I love you so much," he told her, finally letting her sit up once more.

"Are you talking to me, or the pizza?" she teased, reaching for her discarded pants to retrieve her phone, so she could bring up the delivery app.

Kurt barely let her get the phone out of her pocket before he pulled her back into his arms. "Yep, you've discovered the real reason I've never been married. I'm too emotionally drawn to takeout."

Jane handed him the phone, the app called up on the screen. "You can pick the pizza. I will be right back."