A/N-this story will be two parts, and takes place just a few weeks after Kurt and Jane started dating. This story is a bit heavier on the M-rated content than some of my other fics. This is a sort of prompt combo, including requests for early relationship and some work action.

Wounded will (hopefully) update this weekend.

Kurt and Jane, like so many new, initially slow-burning couples, got a little crazy once they were finally together. It had taken them forever to get there, to a point where touches could linger and kisses were shared without fear or hesitation. Those first three weeks were a blur of passion, sex, and emotion, interrupted only by those annoying times where the outside world crept in and interrupted their private lives.

He wasn't sure how long they could go on in this hot and heavy honeymoon stage, but he was hoping it would last for quite a long time.

Then Keaton showed up at the NYO, asking for a favor. There were teens, seven in all, from countries all around the world, who needed protection while they traveled. They were witnesses who had provided very important information to the CIA, and they all had to be transported across the country to a safe location until it was time for them to testify. They needed to be protected, and Keaton said the first person to come to mind was Jane. The case was a jurisdictional grey area, involving the CIA and FBI, so Keaton felt justified in asking for her help. Jane was a seasoned field operative, who could protect the witnesses if attacked, communicate with all of them without an interpreter, and she had a reputation for being good at dealing with victims. Of course Keaton mentioned that if she could get any more useful intel out of them, it would be appreciated.

After some hesitation, Jane agreed. She told Kurt she wasn't doing it for Keaton or to build alliances with the CIA, but because she knew how it felt to be lost and scared, and she knew she could treat those young victims the way they deserved to be treated. After all, she knew all too well the methods some members of the CIA employed to get information.

Kurt didn't like the thought of Jane on an assignment without him, especially not with Keaton. Keaton had developed a deep respect and appreciation for Jane, but it still made Kurt nervous. He would have no way to back her up, and she would be out of reach for four days. He wasn't really sure how to act regarding this separation. In truth, in any other relationship before this one, he wouldn't have moved things along so quickly. She was at his apartment every night, and woke there every morning. And it had all seemed so natural. If anything, it almost felt like things weren't moving fast enough.

But she seemed to be so adamant about going, and he knew how stubborn she could be when it came to helping someone in need. He also didn't know how much or how little he should say in this situation. Technically they'd only been dating a few weeks.

That night, she had to go back to the safe house to pack a few things, and Kurt went along when she'd invited. "About time you gave me some space," he teased.

"It was hard to tell you wanted space," she smirked as she glanced up from her bag. "Especially since you kept asking me to stay over."

"Nothing a man likes better than space," he mused.

She shook her head, "You sure about that?"

"Well," he raised his eyebrows, "there are some things."

"Like what?"

He replied, returning her suggestive overtones, "Well, there's good beer. Movies with massive explosions. And…a rare steak. I think that's about it—" he chuckled as Jane threw a balled up sweatshirt at him before he ran after her, listening to her squeal when his fingers dug into the ticklish spot at the bottom of her ribs. He lifted her over her bag and dropped her onto the bed before he flopped down beside her.

"I see how it is," she said between gasps of laughter. "From now on, I'll start coming back here at night after I get what I want."

"Oh? What is it you want?"

She leaned close to his lips, "At night I like to enjoy your huge…" she brushed his lips with her own, "hot…" she nipped his lip between her teeth, "satisfying…" she snaked down toward his ear and throatily whispered, "home cooked meal."

He flipped her over, grinning even harder when she laughed breathlessly at her own joke. "So that's why you've been hanging around!" he accused.

"Well yea," she answered, trying to look both serious and innocent. "What else could I possibly want from you?"

As things constantly did at that time, the playfulness turned to tenderness as they kissed and caressed on her bed. When he finally began to pull her shirt up high enough that her stomach was exposed, she put her hand over his and said, "If you wanted some time to yourself, you'd tell me, right?"

He paused and shook his head, trying to redirect some blood back to his brain so he could focus on her words. "Why would you say that? I'm the one who asks you to stay…every single night."

"Maybe you feel obligated to. I don't want you to feel obligated. Things have happened kinda fast."

He thought for a moment about trying to tease her, to joke and turn this into something lighter. She was leaving in a few hours, and he didn't want things to be strained or awkward between them, and at the same time, he didn't want to her to leave without knowing what he really thought. He braced his weight on his hands before he rolled, pulling her on top of him. With a look of complete sobriety, he replied, "Believe me, I asked because I wanted you to stay. And I want you to keep staying…if that's what you want, too."

"You sure?"

"Absolutely. Actually, I might miss having you around tomorrow night. Just a little."

But he missed her a lot. The team had a case while she'd been gone, but even though he'd been busy, he still missed her. He sat at the conference room table after closing a case with Reade, Zapata and Patterson. They'd long since finished their meeting, but were discussing a few minor outstanding issues. Mostly Kurt was just wasting time until Jane returned.

The second she stepped off the elevator and came into his line of sight, he stood up, tapping the table with both hands before he said, "Anything else that can't wait?"

Zapata immediately said, "Yea, just a few things before we wrap up…"

Tasha was talking, but Kurt didn't hear any of it. He knew as the Assistant Director he should have been paying attention, but the only thing he could seem to focus on was Jane. She peered through the window from across the room, offering a little quirky smile accompanied by a half wave as she waited for him to join her.

"Hey boss, you listening?" Tasha said a bit more loudly.

"What?" Weller asked, turning to her and realizing that he'd ignored almost every word she'd said.

"Cut the man a break," Reade admonished, and Patterson gave a wide-eyed but silent agreement.

"We can talk later," Zapata finally admitted.

Kurt didn't even answer, hurrying out of the room and reminding himself that he did have to monitor his behavior somewhat while at work. She grinned more broadly as he approached, and all intentions for appropriate behavior were slipping from his mind.

He was almost half way to her when Hirst stepped between them, extending a hand to Jane in congratulations. Kurt hadn't heard how the assignment had gone yet, but it appeared to have gone pretty well, he thought, as a few more people came over to greet her. He tried to navigate his way over to her, but Keaton stepped right in front of Kurt's path.

"I need a minute," Keaton demanded.

Kurt looked toward Jane, then back at Keaton, and knowing their contentious past, Kurt wondered how much the two had fought in recent days. Hirst was already leading Jane away in the other direction, so Kurt answered, "Fine," nodding toward his office.

As soon as they walked in, Kurt was prepared to remind Keaton that Jane had every right to hate him, and the CIA, but the moment the door was closed, Keaton said, "She's amazing."

"What?" Kurt asked, not stunned by the statement, but definitely surprised about who was saying it.

"That woman. Jane. I've never seen anything like it. Do you have any idea what a tremendous asset she is?"

"I know. Better than anyone else," Kurt agreed. "I told you that when you questioned why we let her work cases, if you remember."

"I already knew she's excellent in combat situations, a really talented shot, and about the languages…but the way she talked that kid down. Not a single casualty, Weller!" Keaton said, sitting down and shaking his head. "It could have been one of our worst failures in years, and instead it was one of the biggest successes of my career."

"What the hell happened out there?"

"I'll let Jane fill you in on the details."

"Then why are you here?"

"We want her."

Weller laughed, then paused when Keaton's face remained stoic. "What?" Weller questioned, a bit nervously.

"The CIA needs her. Our country…needs her. We're willing to do whatever it takes to get her."

"I can't speak for Jane, but I really doubt everything that's transpired between her and the CIA is water under the bridge."

"As you said, you can't speak for her. I'm just letting you know. Professional courtesy. And—"

The door swung open, and Hirst said, "Excuse me, gentlemen. Keaton, we're ready when you are."

Keaton smiled unnervingly, and Kurt felt certain his reaction was being expertly dissected. Keaton nodded goodbye and followed Hirst, and Kurt was suddenly alone again with his thoughts.

It seemed far too early in their romantic relationship to expect any long term answers from Jane, yet Kurt couldn't deny the sense of dread he felt at the thought of Jane joining the CIA and traveling the globe as an operative for a different agency. He'd worried about her departure only too recently, in the days before she confessed that she loved him, too, and made him happier than he'd even thought possible. And the only thing he'd wanted in recent days was her. Still, Kurt wasn't sure if this was the type of opportunity Jane had been waiting for, the type of thing that could change her life.

All Jane had wanted to do from the moment she'd returned was go home with Kurt. The accolades were nice, although in her mind unwarranted since she'd been hired to do a job and simply did that job to the best of her ability. She'd met with several people from the CIA, then Hirst, then Hirst and Keaton, and she hadn't even had the chance to talk to Kurt yet.

By the time the meeting with Hirst and Keaton had ended, it was after midnight. Kurt wasn't in his office, but she knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't have left without her. On the edge of his desk was a post-it note with the word 'gym' scrawled across in his almost illegible handwriting. He wasn't in the gym either, though, so Jane went to the locker room.

When she strode back to his locker, she finally saw him. His shirt was soaked, and he looked completely worn out. She knew immediately that whatever workout he'd put himself through must have grueling. Often that was a sign that he was under a lot of stress. "Hey," she said, wishing to hell they were home where she could peel those clothes off and drag him to bed. She had a lot of built up tension she was dying to work off with him. After just a few weeks, she'd grown happily accustomed to having a satisfying sex life.

"Hey," he answered, somewhat tersely adding, "Give me five to grab a shower. Then we'll go."

"Wait," she argued with mounting irritation, wondering why he was playing it cool. "I missed you! I've been dying to see you, and all I get is 'I'm gonna grab a shower,'" she said in her best imitation of his voice.

"I missed you more," he answered with a fleeting smile, "but I'm really sweaty."

"I don't care," she countered, coming closer, fisting his shirt so he couldn't pull away.

"I'll get you all messed up."

"God," she said, her eyes skating suggestively over him, "I hope so."

He couldn't seem to suppress the smirk in response, and his eyes met hers and held in this pleading way that made her knees feel a little wobbly. He opened his mouth, and she waited for his words, but either he couldn't find the ones he wanted, or he wasn't ready to share them. He leaned forward and kissed her gently, his lips just barely touching hers while he purposefully kept his body at a distance. Although she appreciated the sentiment, she didn't want any separation, and at this stage of their relationship saw no need for such niceties.

She hooked her arms behind his neck and propelled herself forward, his back crashing into the locker behind him and slamming the door shut with an abrupt, metallic clap. The moment he pulled away, she said, "I know, I know. You need a shower." She sucked his lower lip between hers, laving it with her tongue, something that she had almost accidentally discovered really made him crazy, and then she nipped his lip and said, "So let's get you that shower."

Jane grabbed his shirt over her shoulder and turned, pulling him behind her as she walked. He managed to kick his shoes off before they entered the showers, and she gave a quick look around the room, pleased not to find anyone else there. She waited for the calm, collected Kurt she knew to remind her that he had a position of authority here, and couldn't be caught with her in the showers, but he seemed content enough to be led by her. In fact, he was the one who tugged his shirt from his body before pushing her up against the shower room wall.

This was the welcome she'd been waiting for.

She guessed that some responsible part of him was still functioning, because he lifted her and stumbled back to the very last shower stall, farthest away should anyone choose to enter at this late hour. While it was unlikely, it was certainly possible, but at least they wouldn't be seen.

He certainly wasn't being gentle with her clothing or making any real attempt to appear nonchalant about this moment, and that was the passionate response she'd longed to receive. She was pretty sure one of her buttons had actually popped off in the fray. God, she'd missed this even though she'd only been away for a few days, but something about Kurt had always made her feel so desired.

That desire alone made being with him more exciting, but she had always had the feeling he was studying her, finding what she liked, and learning her responses. The whole process of exploration was just as arousing as the results. She wondered if he knew she'd been studying him as well.

She reached between them, unbuttoning and unzipping her pants and shoving them down to her knees before he stepped on them, pushing them down with his foot to try to rid her of her clothes without moving his lips from her neck. The pant legs stalled when they reached her still-laced boots. She heard her voice whispering his name without her permission, but when she ordered, "Quit messing around," her words had been intentional.

He leaned back, chuckling softly, "Did you miss me?"

Although his tone conveyed a joke, she grabbed his neck, locking his eyes with hers before she earnestly answered, "So much."

She waited for his response since it looked like he was formulating one, but instead he lifted her against him, crushing her back against the slippery tiles behind her while she shoved his shorts down. She pressed her hips forward toward him, and waited for the reaction she knew she'd hear. He growled with want, looking down to see that her pants were still around her ankles, and his want turned to something more like desperation. He put her down, pushing his hand to her stomach like he was propping her against the wall before he dropped to his knees and started unlacing her boots. She giggled at his haphazard and uncoordinated attempt to unlace them, and thought that he probably would have cut through the laces if he'd had his army knife with him.

"Want me to get that?" she asked.

"Ha," he declared victoriously when he got one boot unlaced and then worked on the other before they kicked her clothes out from under the showerhead.

His hands were around her waist before he was even fully standing. She felt him fumbling behind her back for the faucet and heard him hiss unhappily when the water that was just a bit too cold hit his shoulder. They soaped and washed each other, more as an excuse to touch and be touched than for the purpose of getting clean.

He dropped one knee to the ground and began soaping her legs. Although he didn't have a washcloth, he lathered his hands and then let them slip over her muscles, massaging and washing like he didn't have another purpose in the world. Growing impatient, she put her fingers beneath his chin to direct him back to his feet, but he lingered at the meeting of her thighs, leaning carefully closer until his tongue could find her flesh, darting forward and sliding slowly along her crevice, carefully sucking and teasing her clit with the amount of pressure his hours of research clearly dictated.

She tried to find a place to prop her foot because she wanted to give him unfettered access, but her foot slipped down the tiles almost immediately. He hooked her knee over his shoulder, leaving the other foot planted firmly on the ground, and he nestled comfortably between her thighs. His one hand wrapped around her hip, holding her up but tipping her forward in rhythmic pulses to meet his waiting mouth and probing tongue.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, hanging onto him like she feared he might actually disappear before the pressure shattered. And it did almost too quickly, the heightened arousal of her body cresting after hours of anticipation and imagination culminated in reality, with Kurt naked and attentive, lapping at her sex. "Damn," she sighed while she slid down the wall, her ass settling on his thighs while he knelt before her.

"Damn?" he asked, offering a self-satisfied smirk.

She bobbed her head and replied with a gentle giggle, "Didn't think I'd be done that fast."

"You're not done," he said, "not yet."

He lifted her higher, angling her toward him so he could plunge into her body without any unnecessary delay as he bit his lip with eager anticipation.

"No," she suddenly said, and he appeared to be thoroughly stunned.

"What?"

"I mean…wait a minute."

"Oh," he replied, nodding, "Too soon?"

"No," she answered, standing suddenly, her feet on either side of his knees before she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up, too.

As soon as he was standing, she began to drop down in front of him, and he moaned involuntarily as he watched. She shot a look at him, preemptively telling him to shut up before he suggested that reciprocation was unnecessary. He often did, even though she could hear the underlying hope that typically coated those words.

"I missed you so much," she sighed while she touched him, wrapping one finger at a time around his cock until thought evaporated from his eyes.

This was part of what she loved about being with him, taking a man who was constantly planning or preparing, looking for danger or clues, and making his brain shut down entirely. His amazing instincts and excellent split-second decisions were improved by the fact that he was always paying attention to the world around him and all of the players. He was, almost at every moment, an FBI agent. It was fun to make him forget that sometimes, to take someone so composed and focused, and completely destroy his concentration.

And she was going to do just that, making sure that the only thought he could possibly have was this moment shared between them. She knew what he liked enough by then to have him melting to the ground in moments, if that was what she really wanted. But she wasn't in any hurry.

She carefully licked his shaft, like she was painting every centimeter with her tongue, studying every vein and ridge with equal attention. She expected him to direct her at some point, to encourage her to hurry up with a gesture, or maybe even a verbal command or plea, but he stood there, leaning one flat palm against the wall for balance.

When she looked up at his face, his head was tipped back slightly, his body displaying a combination of extreme tension and pleasured enjoyment. The hand that hung patiently at his side reached up and cupped her face as he said, "Babe, god, that… that feels really good." His voice was so heated yet so vulnerable, and he barely sounded like that FBI agent anymore.

"Hmmm," she hummed, acknowledging his words but unwilling to stop what she was doing for even a moment. She curled her lips around his sex and took him into her mouth as deeply as she could.

"Woah," he rumbled, and breathed in a sharp hiss as the vibrations from her hum and the warm, wet way her mouth surrounded him nearly tipped him over, his body so full of pleasured tension that it almost appeared painful.

She moved purposefully, allowing her mouth and hand to cover his entire sex, conforming to the shape of him with each stroke. His breath began to quicken, groans and stuttered breaths betraying any semblance of calm, and the next time she slid her lips along his length, moaning at the taste and feel of him, she heard him grunt her name in an obvious warning.

His warning only encouraged her, made her want to unravel him even harder, so she picked up her pace just slightly and felt his resistance shatter. He growled as he came, his whole body consumed by the building excitement that finally sprung free, his hand slapping the tile as he came.

If anyone had managed to enter the showers unnoticed by Jane, she knew they would have certainly figured out what had been going on. Kurt whispered an almost silent noise of appreciative relief as his pleasure receded, and for a moment, she thought he might actually drop to the ground.

She stood, tenderly wrapping her arms around him as his automatically curled around her and held her close. He buried his face between her neck and shoulder, pressing a kiss to her skin while he steadied himself.

He'd barely allowed himself to recover when he pulled her leg around him and began sliding his fingertips up her thigh. She shook her head and reassured him, "You don't need to do anything right now."

"I want to be inside you," he replied with determination, moving his hand toward her sex, making it clear that even if he wasn't fully recovered yet, at least his fingers could be inside her.

"Mmm," she moaned approvingly, "I want that, too." He resumed immediately, but she carefully took his wrist and stilled it, adding, "Take me home?"

"Right now?" he replied.

"I want to be with you. In our bed."

"I could do that," he smiled, clearly pleased by the suggestion, and she wondered if he'd noticed her intentional use of the words 'our bed' or if her meaning had escaped him.

"We can go home and fuck each other into oblivion without worrying that someone might walk in. Then I can sleep next to you, naked. We can wake up tomorrow and have lazy morning sex, sweet and slow like we don't have anywhere else to go, nothing to do."

"I could handle that," he said numbly, like his mind was already gearing up for the next round.

They finished up in the shower, and she felt him watching her, like he did so often, with a combination of attraction and adoration, but she had a feeling there were other thoughts rattling around in his head that he hadn't shared. After all, they really hadn't had much time to talk since she'd gotten back.

As they got dressed, she noticed that he was still quiet, and she wasn't sure if it was post-orgasmic brain fog or something more.

"Hey," she said, waiting for him to look at her. "Everything okay?" she asked.

"Of course," he practically scoffed while they walked to the elevator. As the doors shut, he added with a tone of deliberate casualness, "So…Keaton said you were great out there. Everything went okay?"

"Yea," she replied matter-of-factly. "It went fine."

"He, uhh…mentioned that the CIA is interested in hiring you."

"Yea," she chuckled, shaking her head.

"Well…are—are you thinking about it?"

She stalled, staring at him, trying to read him and feeling at a loss. Moments earlier, she felt like she knew him better than anyone, and now she couldn't even discern a tone in his words. Her mind flew in a thousand directions. Was he worried she might leave? Did he want her to go? Did he think it was a bad idea for them to work together now that they were in a relationship?

"I mean…" she started, finally answering, "I should at least think about it. Right?"