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Kurt looked down at Jane sleeping with a loving smile. When they'd first gotten together, he'd woken up in the middle of the night to find her curled into a little ball on the edge of the mattress. She seemed to be protecting herself even in sleep. It had broken his heart. He had eased her into his arms and taken over protection duty. She seemed to sleep better after that. He had too.

Now he looked at the way she was sprawled across him and the entire mattress in satisfaction. She clearly started feeling safe somewhere along the way and the loss of most the bed and all the covers was worth it. She kept him warm enough with her slight body. He rubbed his cheek against the top of her head with a little smile. She crinkled her nose and burrowed deeper into his arms and he loved her more. Everyday this happened. He went to bed thinking he couldn't love her any more…only to wake up and realize he could.

She'd moved in a week after Sandstorm fell. That was only a technicality. Once he knew that she loved him just as much as he loved her…he'd insisted she stay with him. It took a week to convince her to make it official. She'd given up the safe house and he'd claimed her for his own.

For a while very little had changed. The apartment was his and she was like a quiet visitor that he hoped would never leave. They'd begun doing little things together after work on the weekend…and slowly the apartment had become theirs.

It started innocently enough at the flea market. She'd come across a stand of oriental fans. They were bright and colorful. Beautiful little works of art. She'd been enthralled, opening one after another. He'd expected her to choose one, but after she'd opened them all, she smiled up at him and turned away. He'd been confused. She clearly loved them…why wasn't she getting one? He puzzled over it while they browsed the other stalls and when the truth had hit him…it had been gut wrenching. She'd moved in with a single half empty bag of clothes. He'd teased her about finding room for all her stuff, but she'd just smiled it off.

He remembered all of the little things she'd acquired in the safe house before he'd arrested her. They'd taken it all in for processing…and…he didn't know what happened to it. When she'd come back, she'd been so different…so broken. She clearly hadn't seen any point to making a life for herself after that. She'd been simply existing… and it had been his fault. He was determined to change that.

Jane had waited in line for their drinks at the flea market, looking around for Kurt in confusion. He'd said he'd be right back…and then she saw him. He walked up to her with a serious expression and a rather large bag.

"What'd you get?" She asked him.

"You'll see," He told her cryptically.

She shook her head and smiled, passing him his drink.

When they'd gotten back to the apartment he had handed her the bag and watched her attempt to contain her emotions when she looked inside.

"You bought them all?" She said with a trembling smile, pulling out one of the fans.

"We have to put your stamp on the place," Kurt insisted.

She'd kissed him and spent the next hour opening them all back up and trying to decide on which was her favorite. He knew what his favorite was and there was no doubt it was her.

After that he'd been on a mission and before long his apartment began to come to life. Pillows on the couch, two novelty coffee cups with each other's pictures on them. Photos of their adventures graced the walls and tables. She'd even bought a new rug for the kitchen floor that really brightened up the place.

He'd loved the changes…they reminded him of her. Just like her brush on the counter or soap in the shower...every little piece of her made him smile.

He looked over at the nightstand and saw her sketch book resting there and smiled. He loved to look through her drawings. It had been a huge milestone when she'd offered to let him see it. Her soul was in there. He'd spent hours attempting to find her original book and his heart had broken when he finally had. The picture she'd done of him was now framed on her nightstand. He couldn't help but see the difference in her style from before and after her time with the CIA. It had changed her…it had changed him. They were slowing letting those months of separation and suffering go. He'd looked in her sketch book just last night and seen a drawing of a flower. It had been the first whimsical thing she'd drawn…since…before. He blinked away the moisture in his eyes.

When her stamp on their place hadn't been going fast enough, he'd begun buying things that reminded him of her. Her surprised pleasure had spurred him on. This was now their place, there could be no mistake.

His latest acquisition was resting in the drawer of the nightstand…he was waiting for her to wake up to give it to her. He would have to lie if he didn't admit he was nervous. It was for her, but he'd bought it for him. He found that for a man that had never been possessive before he was mostly Neanderthal about her. He wanted her for always and he wanted everyone to know she was his. Forever. He was afraid that he was rushing her…but he couldn't wait any longer. She was necessary to him in a way that was undeniable. Not that he'd been doing much denying. Tasha swore that he was giving her cavities watching them together.

Jane began to waken and he tightened his arm around her waist gently.

She turned her head to look at up his sleepily. Her smile was sweet, but he didn't smile back. He was too busy tracing her features with his eyes. He wanted to remember this moment…

She leaned down and kissed the center of his chest gently. "You okay?" She worried.

His eyes closed as her lips traced him. His heart was so full he thought it might burst out of his chest.

"Kurt?" Jane began to sit up, but his arm tightened around her holding her in place.

"I'm great," Kurt assured her, "Right where I want to be."

"Oh," Jane's eyebrows rose suggestively, "Right where you want to be?"

He loved their intimacy…it was…humbling. Even as overwhelming as it was, his love for her was more satisfying.

"Kurt," Jane was becoming concerned.

"I have something for you," He told her, looking down at her with a piercing expression.

"If you keep buying me things," Jane chided, "We're going to need a bigger place."

"It's not big," He assured her.

"You know all I really want is you…right?" Jane worried seriously.

Kurt was relieved to hear it. He was about to offer her all that he was…all that he'd ever be. He hoped she wanted it.

Jane waited while he reached for the nightstand drawer.

When he pulled out the jewelry box and she caught a glimpse of it she stiffened.

He ran a soothing hand down her back and looked deeply into her eyes.

"Kurt?" Jane asked in a small voice.

"I love you." He assured her, "You've enhanced every part of my life. You've made my apartment our home…You've broken down the walls around my heart and giving me so much more than I thought I'd ever have…"

Jane was watching him…holding her breath.

"Will you stay with me always? Will you marry me?" Kurt opened the box containing the ring.

She didn't even turn her head to look at it. Her tear washed eyes were glued to his.

This couldn't be happening. Jane thought in confusion. It was too good to be true. She'd loved him almost from the first…that he could ever love her back had been enough.

"Jane?" Kurt worried.

She realized that he was nervous! As if there would ever be any other answer…"Yes." She whispered, her smile transforming her face.

Kurt's relieved laugh transformed his. Their lips met, but their eyes remained open and fused.

When he pulled back he teased her, "Aren't you going to look at the ring?"

Jane belatedly realized she hadn't looked. The most precious thing to her was not the ring…it was the man giving it to her, but she forced her eyes away from his to look down into the box.

She gasped at how clearly he knew her. It was perfect. She would have hated ornate and he'd obviously known that. This ring was understated without the large stone found in so many rings. The carved flat surface was interspaced with small emeralds that she knew would match her eyes.

"It's beautiful," Jane felt a tear run down her cheek. She'd spent her life bottling up her emotions and every day she spent with Kurt that became harder. She knew he said she got inside his walls, but there could be no question he'd decimated hers. She practically didn't recognize herself any more.

He wiped the tear away with a worried frown. "If you don't like it…" He worried.

"I love it," She assured him, "I'm afraid."

That had him sitting up and pulling her between his legs. Resting against his chest, she was sheltered on all sides. His arms were firm bands around her, "Of what?"

"To wake up…" She admitted.

His arms tightened around her at that admission.

"This doesn't have to be a dream," He assured her, "Although you feature proximately in all my dreams for the future, what we have…right now…is enough."

"You won't change your mind?" Jane worried.

"Not ever," Kurt assured her confidently.

"I'm going to hold you to that," She warned him.

"Sounds good to me," Kurt agreed.

Jane watched as Kurt removed the ring from the box. She held out a trembling hand and he steadied her. His hands were rock solid. There was no question in him. This was right…this was forever and even that wouldn't be long enough.

She looked up from her finger to meet his eyes once more and he leaned down and claimed her lips reverently. Her arms came around him and he smiled against her lips. He was finally home…and so was she.