Author's Note: Okay, so, if you're not a smut fan, this chapter can be summed up with the following description: 'and then they had angry sex'. You can skip it, because there's no plot here! For everyone else, I'll just let you get on with it. ;D
They shouldn't be doing this. Jane was too traumatised right now. He'd be taking advantage of her distress and they'd almost certainly regret this later.
None of that mattered as Kurt slid his hands into her hair and returned her kiss, matching her fervour with his own. She smelled of woodsmoke and traces of alcohol, with her own unique scent underlying it all. Her fingernails dug into his shirt as she attacked his lips with hers, and he realised she was shaking.
He tried to ease her down, de-escalate their embrace the way he'd tried to talk down the bomber earlier that day. Stroking the palm of his hand over the bird tattoo on her neck, he pulled back enough that they could breathe. "Jane…"
"No." She shook her head, her expression conveying total stubbornness. "I don't want slow. I need to fuck you. Hard. Fast. Dirty."
Had he ever heard her curse before? Not only that, but she was taking ownership of what she wanted. I need to fuck you instead of I need you to fuck me. She wanted that control, and his cock pulsed with arousal at the idea of letting her take it.
Kurt pressed his forehead to hers, breathing hard. "You sure? Your injuries—"
Jane closed her eyes. Whether she was overcome by emotion or just avoiding his gaze, he wasn't sure. "We do this my way, or not at all."
He should have stepped back, told her goodnight. But she'd already been damaged enough by his actions in this room. To reject her now, even if it was only because he didn't want to strain her healing body…he sensed it might break her spirit even more.
And damn it, he needed her. He'd spent the past couple of hours waiting, laden down by dread that he'd sent her off to her death, knowing he was powerless to help without blowing her cover. Now she was safely back with him, he was impatient to lose himself in her, to feel her heartbeat as he moved within her.
"You want it your way? Better be sure you can handle it, because I half convinced myself you were dead tonight, and I have some serious tension to work off."
Jane looked startled at his words, as if she hadn't even thought he'd be worried. "I—"
"What? You didn't think I cared? Or you didn't think you were worth it?" He gathered a fistful of her hair in his hand and tugged just hard enough to emphasise his point. "I have been out of my mind worrying about you tonight. So stop me if I go too far."
He kissed her roughly, rewarded by her husky moan. She wrapped her arms around his neck, seeking friction against her clit and finally standing on tiptoe to press forward against his cock. "Take me to bed."
Kurt slid his hands up under her shirt, exploring the smooth, warm skin of her back before tugging the fabric up and over her head. "No. Being in this room with me hurts you so much? We change that. Make a new memory, here and now. And if that doesn't work, we make another. And another. Until you understand—" He bit down on the rest of what he wanted to say, knowing now wasn't the time for it.
Jane faltered, her eyes softening for a moment at his words, but recovered quickly, the heat and fury returning as she reached for his belt. "Now. Right now."
Kurt carried her over to the breakfast bar and sat her on one of the stools. While she dug her fingers into his hair, he pulled down her sports bra to take one of her nipples in his mouth, bending low so that he could pull off her boots and socks at the same time. Jane arched her back, pushing her breast harder against his lips, and he bit down gently, startling a cry from her before soothing her nipple with his tongue.
Impatient, she pulled him up to meet her lips again, cupping his hard cock through his pants with one hand while undoing the rest of his shirt buttons with the other. Kurt shrugged out of the garment and reached for her again, trailing nips and kisses over her neck. Jane unzipped his pants and pushed them down over his hips, and he kicked them free with his shoes and socks.
His boxer-briefs were uncomfortably tight as she stroked his cock through the material. He needed to feel her hand on his flesh more than he needed his next breath, but she wriggled out of her sports bra first, giving only the slightest hint of discomfort at the way she had to contort her body to get free of it.
Weller longed to explore every tattoo from the bird on her neck downwards, spending time on each one, kissing and stroking, but she'd already made it clear that wasn't what she wanted. Instead, he pulled her off the stool by the hem of her pants, undoing the button at her waist and jerking down the zipper. Jane helped him, pushing down her cargo pants and stepping out of them, and in a lustful daze, he realised she'd taken her underwear off with them.
Needing to know how much she wanted this, he slid his hand between her thighs and groaned at the slick wetness there. She was so ready that he could push into her right now. Jane bucked against his hand, nipping the sensitive skin connecting his neck and shoulder, scratching down his back with her fingernails.
"Jane," he growled against her ear, gratified at the way her skin rippled into goosebumps beneath his touch. "Wait."
She gave a wordless murmur of complaint as he withdrew his hand, her neediness making him smile. While he reached across the breakfast bar to where he'd left his wallet and keys, she quickly worked his underwear down over his thighs until he was as naked as she was. Kurt tore open the condom packet with urgent fingers, swallowing a moan of appreciation as Jane rested her forehead on his shoulder and closed her fingers around his cock. She stroked up towards the tip experimentally, then more firmly, teasing the spot just underneath the head as he pressed into her touch.
He interrupted her to roll on the condom, capturing her lips again in a rough, demanding kiss. Then he lifted her off the ground, carried her back across the room to the couch, and dropped down onto it with her straddling his lap.
She lifted up immediately, guided him to her entrance and sank down almost all the way in one smooth motion, making his head fall back against the cushions in pleasure. With small, sensual bucks of her hips, she took him the rest of the way, clutching his shoulders for support.
He slid his hand between her thighs to where they were joined, seeking her clit as she kissed him again. She gasped into his mouth, her body rippling around his cock, and began to rise and fall in his lap with fast, controlled movements. Not drawing things out, but seeking the finish line, her eyes closed tightly and a frown creasing her forehead as she used his cock for her pleasure.
Breathing hard, the slick friction increasing his own desire, he took hold of her hips and helped her to move, bucking up to drive harder inside her, guiding her as she bounced in his lap. The closer she got to her orgasm, the more frenzied her motions became, and the harder she dug her nails into his shoulders.
The small points of pain across his skin stoked his frustration. She was hiding from him, disconnecting from their argument, from their feelings for each other, and he couldn't stand it. "This what you wanted?" he asked, changing the angle of his thrusts upwards and shocking a cry from her throat. "Fuck me harder. Fuck me, and remember that every time you put your life at risk, I go out of my mind. Remember that I searched for you for three goddamn months, that when I found out you wiped your own memory, I didn't stop looking. I didn't stop, Jane."
She opened her eyes, finally connected with him, and his breath caught at the sight of her sadness and anger and unbridled desire. Leaning down for one brief, yet violent kiss, she ordered, "Stop talking."
"Make me."
He should have thought it through before he let his mouth run away with him. Determination flashed through her eyes in response to his challenge, and before he could stop her, she got off his lap and sat on the arm of the couch, her legs spread.
Even before she could reach out to grab his head and direct him to where she wanted him, Kurt was moving in the same direction. He pressed a kiss to her clit, then took out his frustration on her by changing pace, tasting her in a long, slow lick.
"Weller," Jane warned breathlessly, tightening her grip on his head. "Give me what I want, or you don't get what you want."
You're assuming I don't want this. He had to content himself with thinking it, too intent on using his tongue for a different purpose. She wasn't in the mood for teasing, already close to orgasm from the way she'd been riding his cock, but he promised himself that next time she had him here, he'd spend forever learning everything that made her gasp and moan and press herself against his mouth.
For now, he stuck with the only thing she wanted. Wrapping one arm around the small of her back to draw her in tighter, he let her grind against his tongue while he eased a finger just barely inside her, then a second. Her sweet spot was easier to find than he'd hoped. He stroked her with his fingertips from within, and his tongue from without, following her unspoken cues to send her higher and higher. Barely a minute had passed when her thighs shook and she half-gasped, "Yes!", almost overbalancing from her precarious position.
Weller took advantage of her distraction to pull her back into the safer location of his lap, where she wasn't at risk of falling and giving herself a concussion. He cursed under his breath as she teased his cock, sliding it up and down her folds instead of letting him right back inside.
He caught her gaze and gave her a new challenge. "Thought you wanted to fuck me?"
Was it his imagination, or did he see the barest hint of a smile on her face just before she sank back down onto him?
Even though he'd just made her come, her appetite was undiminished. She rode him with seductive urgency, unashamed of seeking a second climax, chasing her own pleasure and trusting that he could hold out a little longer. Kurt lost himself in the hedonism of watching her move, unable to believe she was actually here with him. When she reached down to touch herself in the final, tense seconds before ecstasy overtook her, he almost lost control and had to close his eyes to block out the sight.
She clenched in waves around his cock, a sharp, relieved cry tearing from her throat, and he groaned in response, nuzzling her neck as she rode it out. Then, unable to ignore his body's desperation for release any longer, he rolled them over so she was laid out on the couch. Jane raked her nails down his back and over his ass, spurring him without words to take back control. He pounded into her in a harsh, primal rhythm until white-hot pleasure took over.
Jane held onto him tightly as his insistent thrusts became shuddering jerks of pleasure, her breath shaky on his neck as he slowed. He rolled them back over to avoid crushing her, somehow finding the strength to position them comfortably on the couch before collapsing back into a boneless heap.
Neither of them said a word, reality creeping back in around them as they calmed. Kurt ran his fingers gently up and down her spine, then lingered at the spot where his name was inked between her shoulder blades. Jane panted against his shoulder, one hand splayed over his heart, the other curled around the firm muscle of his upper arm.
After a minute more of silence, she tensed, and he knew he was about to lose her. Sure enough, she pushed herself up into a sitting position and slowly drew away, a tiny noise escaping her lips as his cock slipped free of her. She didn't look at him as she unsteadily stood up and turned away.
"Goodnight, Weller," she said softly.
"Jane—" He bit down on his request for her to come back to him, knowing she needed space. Though he longed to hold her through the night, he'd had no illusions when they'd started that the encounter would end any other way than this.
She headed into her bedroom—despite himself, he couldn't help but be satisfied at the way her legs trembled in the aftermath of their passion—and closed the door behind her, gently but firmly.
All he could do was lie there for a few more moments, gathering his strength and wondering if she'd ever look him in the eye again. When his thoughts became too dark for him to face, he dealt with the condom and got dressed, distracting himself from his fears. Then, ignoring the almost physical ache in his chest, he left her apartment.