Author's Note: Surprisingly enough, everyone voted for smut. Sooooo... here is smut - this chapter is totally skippable if you're not into it. Not really much to add except that your reviews and messages mean a lot to me, so thank you for taking a moment out of your day to reach out. Seriously. Thank you!

The lock finally obeyed, and she towed Weller into the apartment by his belt buckle, stepping out of range of his kisses until he shut the door behind them. She released him and walked backwards slowly, making him prowl after her, drinking in the lust in his body language.

"Stop there," she said softly, when he reached the spot where he'd made her kneel to arrest her.

Weller did, awareness sparking in his eyes along with the beginnings of concern. "You okay?"

Jane ignored the words. Stepping in closer, she took his wrists in her hands and guided them behind his back, then murmured, "Stay."

He swallowed hard. "Jane…"

She undid his belt, popped the button at his waistband and slid her fingers down into his pants, taking the zipper down with her other hand. He was already hard, only becoming more so as she closed her fist around his cock.

Weller leaned in, tried to kiss her, but she tilted her head to dissuade him. With a low growl of frustration, he straightened again, hands still behind his back, and watched her face as she stroked him slowly, teasingly.

Knowing he could turn the tables on her at any moment, but was restraining himself for her sake…his respect for her boundaries was erotic on its own. The sense of power she got when she dropped to her knees in front of him and heard his breath catch, though—that was even better.

"New memories, huh?" he said, his voice barely audible.

She didn't want to talk about it. "Take your shirt off."

While he began to obey, never taking his eyes off her, Jane tugged his suit pants down off his hips. They pooled around his ankles, and she tapped his feet one by one, getting him to kick off his shoes and divesting him of all of his clothing except his underwear.

Remembering how he'd teased her in the locker room, Jane nuzzled his hard-on through the fabric, drawing things out, enjoying his frustration. When she finally tugged down his boxer-briefs and kissed her way slowly up the hot, hard length of him, he closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them as if he couldn't bear to shut out the sight.

Jane took the head of his cock into her mouth, teasing with her tongue and watching the way his abdomen shifted as he reacted to the warmth and wetness. His hips pressed forward as he tried to rush her, but she resisted, withdrawing completely. He accepted her control over the situation with a wordless growl that was half-amused, half-despairing.

Once she was sure he'd behave himself, Jane took him further into her mouth, applying suction for the first time and trying not to smile at the way he reached a hand out to the wall for support. Right now, she was in complete control, in stark contrast to the night of her arrest. It was intoxicating to have so much power over someone. And when that someone was Kurt Weller…

She continued to tease, only sucking for a moment before flicking her tongue against the underside of his cock again. After a couple of minutes, he couldn't stand to keep his silence anymore.

"Thought I was supposed to be the one pleasing you?"

Jane just gave a non-committal hum, knowing the vibrations would drive him even further into frustration. Weller groaned, and she took pity on him, taking him as far into her mouth as she could, curling her hand around the base of his cock to make sure he didn't thrust in farther than she was willing to let him go.

"Jane…" His eyes were full of heated intensity.

He took her mouth slowly as she sucked and licked him, the effort of restraining himself plain in every tense muscle of his naked body. She knew it was his fear that she'd stop that made him so considerate, but it was still gratifying to watch him try.

"Fuck, you feel good…"

Jane pressed her thighs together, wriggling slightly to ease her own desire. It didn't work.

She increased the pace and intensity of her movements, watching him through her lashes, waiting for her moment. When his eyes closed and his head fell back, she drew away with one last, teasing kiss. Getting to her feet, she moved backwards, out of reach, and watched him struggle for equilibrium.

"What…?"

He took a step forward. She took one backward. Weller stopped, understanding finally dawning.

"Revenge for earlier?"

"With interest," Jane said, unable to keep the smile from her face. The first time might also be the last time, but working him up had been fun.

He grinned, running a hand through his hair and trying to collect himself a little. "I still owe you."

Jane crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm still mad at you."

"You're smiling." He took a step forward, smaller than before. Testing her resistance.

"I like tormenting you." She stepped back, knowing she wasn't putting up much of a fight. "You deserve it."

"For leaving you hanging? Yeah, I guess I do." He took another step.

Jane moved backwards again, surprised when her ass hit the breakfast bar. She'd thought she had another couple of steps before she'd run out of room. "And for acting like a caveman in the museum. In fact, maybe you should just get dressed and go."

Instead of pressing his advantage, Weller stopped. His self-control was seriously impressive. "You don't mean that." He was still fairly relaxed, not believing she was about to throw him out, but his guard was slightly raised now.

"Promise me you won't muscle in when I'm talking to other men again."

"You don't think that guy actually believed I'm your brother, do you?"

Jane took a small step to the side, looking for a way out of her 'predicament'. "I didn't say it for his benefit. I said it to piss you off."

"It worked." He moved sideways too, blocking her off.

"I noticed." She moved the other way, not seriously trying to escape, but enjoying the interplay between them. Even if she was still a little annoyed by his territorial act, and she'd provoked him back into irritation too.

He closed the distance between them, backing her into the corner. Close enough to touch her, yet he didn't. They were both breathing shakily, the chemistry between them off the charts.

"I won't touch you without your permission." His blue eyes were intense, his gaze unwavering.

"Why not? Scared I'll hurt you?" Her bravado was diluted by desire, but she tried it anyway.

He smiled a little. "I can hold my own. Even naked."

If it wasn't for her arm, she'd test that theory. Sparring with Weller always turned her on.

"Then why—"

"I want you to feel safe with me."

Jane closed her eyes. "I'd rather you fucked with my body than my mind, Weller." Don't do this. Not again. Not when you've already said this is the last time.

Before she could open her eyes to check his reaction, he kissed his way across the bruise on her jaw, his lips light enough that it barely hurt. "Tell me how you want me."

She hesitated, torn between two extremes. Her need to hide won out. "Right here, against the wall."

"That's a start." He tugged at the hem of her shirt. "Take this off. I don't wanna hurt your arm."

Jane carefully shed her shirt. Instead of her usual sports bra, she'd worn a traditional one today, plain black, knowing it would be better with the formal dress. Not that she filled it out in a particularly impressive way, but Weller didn't seem to care. He nipped her neck, nuzzled her collarbone, then kissed his way down to the edge of one bra cup and pulled it away from her skin with his teeth.

Impatient, Jane unsnapped the clasp of the bra, thwarting his attempt to tease her. He laughed softly and pulled it down her arms, then dipped his head to take one of her nipples between his lips. She sighed, letting her head fall back against the wall, and let her fingertips run up and down his cock.

Kurt bit down lightly in response, cupping and squeezing her other breast, pushing his thigh in between hers to give her something to grind against. When he put his lips back to work on her neck, taking advantage of her bared shoulder to make the whole area his, Jane moaned, "More."

It didn't take him long to get her undressed, but before she could wrap her legs around his waist, he sank to his knees in front of her instead.

"Oh, no…"

He grinned and encouraged her to rest one of her legs on his shoulder, then turned his head to trail kisses up her inner thigh. "Oh, yeah."

She tried to bury her fingers in his hair, but it wasn't long enough. She had to settle for resting her hand on his head as he teased her folds apart with his tongue, seeking her clit but then drawing away from it the moment she gasped.

It took all of her willpower not to just drag him back upright and guide his cock inside her. After a few minutes of merciless teasing with his fingers and tongue, she might have given in to that urge, but then he began to suck on her clit in long, strong pulses, each one unravelling her a little further.

She gasped out profanities, instructions, pulling his head tighter against her as she tried desperately to reach her peak. Weller sped up, and Jane cried out encouragement, her body flushed and trembling and so, so tense…

Her inner muscles almost pushed out his fingers as she came hard, and his satisfied growl against her clit only intensified her climax. She had to brace her foot against Weller's shoulder to keep from sliding down the wall. He caught her around the waist before she fell, then gave her one final, lingering lick before he rose to his feet again.

Jane buried her face in his neck, panting. Weller held her, letting the wall take some of their weight but being careful not to crush her against it.

"Let me get you lying down and I bet I could give you a few more," he said, his voice husky.

She shivered, imagining what it would be like to be completely at his determined mercy. But she was already too emotional, knowing that tonight would be the last time they'd be together like this. If he got any further inside her defences, she was afraid she'd thank him for caring about her, or worse—cry.

"No," she told him, standing on tiptoe and rubbing her clit against his erection. "I want you inside me. Now."

He slipped a hand between them, cupping her so she was grinding against his palm instead. "Wait there."

Jane leaned back against the wall and watched him pull protection from his wallet. He turned to find her ogling his naked body and grinned. "You're not even trying to be subtle, are you?"

"Had enough subterfuge for one day," she said, meeting him halfway across the room and kissing him until the smile dropped from his lips, replaced by a look of pure sexual focus.

He lifted her off the floor and she instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around him, her pulse jumping at the uncertainty of trusting him to bear her weight. He moved one hand between their bodies, and suddenly the tip of his covered cock was pressing against her entrance, making her breath catch. Slowly, she let her body weight fall, impaling herself on him, and he groaned against her neck at the sensation.

She'd expected him to carry her through to her bedroom, but he went into the kitchen instead. The chair he'd waited in the night of her arrest was still in the same place against the wall. Weller pulled it out into the room a little, then lowered himself into it with her in his lap. As she settled onto him, he slipped a hand to the back of her neck to kiss her gently, then pressed his forehead to hers.

"This okay?"

She closed her eyes, shutting out his concerned gaze, and transferred her weight from his thighs onto her feet, rising almost all the way off his cock before lowering herself back down. She was in complete control, and the way he'd taken her needs into consideration made an intense ball of indescribable emotion rise into her chest. She willed it away, angling her hips just right as she began to take him, and let pure, primal want take over everything else.

"This is good."