Author's Note: Sooooo... here's some smut. I tried to get as much of what Kurt was feeling into it as possible, but it might be a little too much gratuitous sex. Or maybe I'm overthinking it. And next chapter, I promise they'll finally be saying three little words...after some more smut. :D

That was probably a huge mistake. God, Jane, what were you thinking?

She'd berated Weller for coming onto her at work, and here she was doing the exact same thing, only a couple of weeks later. Not that he'd seemed to mind—but their relationship was nothing if not contradictory.

He'd told her that they wouldn't be sleeping together again, right before he'd invited her over to stay the night at his place. And then that kiss after he'd arrested Rich…that confused her every time she thought about it. She'd given up trying to predict what was going to happen next for them.

Kurt had had her pinned in the gym, and the euphoric adrenaline coursing through her blood had made her reckless. She'd given him a brief, teasing kiss almost out of instinct—something he could ignore if he was serious about really putting distance between them—and he'd kissed her back almost immediately, deeper, all heat and want.

She'd reversed their positions with no trouble, taking advantage of his distraction, but she'd been unable to resist grinding against his hard-on a little as she'd kissed him again. It had taken all of her willpower to leave him there, but her worry about his reputation with his subordinates had made her break away, though her body had protested the whole way into the locker room.

As she set up a fresh pot of coffee in the break area outside Zero Division, she wondered if his shower had been as cold as hers. Or maybe he'd just jerked off instead.

So not thinking about that.

Except that now she was, her imagination running wild and undoing all the good the cold shower had done. Jane sighed, brushing strands of damp hair away from her face as she waited for the coffee to percolate. What was wrong with her today? Maybe the exercise was screwing with her hormones.

Or maybe it was just Weller.

She'd been thinking a lot about Rich's words over the past week, though the entire situation was so ridiculous that she wanted to laugh. How was she even considering the advice of someone as aggravating and inappropriately sexual as Rich Dotcom? But he'd made more sense than she'd expected.

She couldn't ignore that Kurt had strong feelings for her, not anymore. She hadn't wanted to face that particular complication, but now that she had, she was ashamed of the way she'd been using him as stress relief and neglecting how he felt about her.

And how did she feel about him?

To own the feeling, you have to name it, Jane. Borden's words again.

She felt…a lot of things. He'd won back her trust little by little, and she could only hope she'd done the same for him. She no longer felt that deep sting of betrayal when she thought of the test results he'd concealed from her, though her thoughts still spun into turmoil when she tried to imagine what would have been different if he hadn't. And every time her brain replayed his harsh words from the night of her arrest, she buried them under more recent memories of his concern for her safety, the way he'd always offered to listen after her nightmares and how he'd vowed to protect her from the CIA, no matter what.

It wasn't always successful. Sometimes she was still wracked by doubt, his icy words in her memory cutting to the core of her being. But she reminded herself what he'd been through that night, and how much pain he'd been in, and the way he'd explained that he'd needed a target, any target. It didn't make the way he'd treated her fair or right, but it reminded her that he was human. It helped, a little more each time.

She was afraid to think of the future. She was afraid to let down her guard. But if she could bear to do those things at some point, Kurt Weller would be the one she'd trust.

And in the meantime, sticking around for some pillow talk after sex was the least she could do. Assuming that he wanted to collect on that orgasm she owed him, that was.

Coffee in hand, she went into Zero Division and picked up the sketchbook and pencils she kept at the office. Patterson wasn't likely to arrive early for work while she was on her happy cloud with Borden, so a tattoo breakthrough wasn't likely until after eight a.m., and Jane had already debriefed with Nas about her most recent Sandstorm meeting. Until everyone else got here, her time was her own.

Turning to a blank page, she considered dropping by Weller's office, but she knew that as Mayfair's replacement, he had a lot of desk work to get through. She didn't want to distract him more than she already had.

By the time the rest of the team began to arrive, Jane had sketched from memory each of the rooms she'd visited in Shepherd's stronghold. Her ZIP-induced amnesia had blanked out her past, but thankfully, her memory for the things she'd encountered since she'd woken up in the bag was excellent, especially when it came to faces and things like the placement of objects on a desk. Jane wasn't sure how much training she might have received to hone those skills at an early age, but she was loath to ask Roman about it, in case he didn't realise how good her memory was. Any advantage she could keep was worth having.

Once she'd exhausted her work-related memories, she'd begun sketching a rabbit, hardly realising why at first. The markings of the black and white bunny came to her automatically, but when Reade looked over her shoulder with an, "Aww, cute," she gained enough awareness of the present to put the picture in context.

"I think this might have been my pet rabbit when I was a kid," she told him uneasily.

Reade winced. "The one they made you kill?"

"I can't think of any other reason I'd be drawing it."

Reade put his hand on her shoulder, the first overtly friendly gesture he'd made towards her since she'd come back from the CIA. "Don't feel bad, Jane. It wasn't your fault."

"Thanks," she said, meaning the gesture as much as his words.

Reade sat down opposite her. "Kids…they feel responsible for things they have no control over. You ever find out who made you kill that bunny, I wouldn't blame you if you snapped their neck." Thinking back over his words, he gave her a sheepish look. "Sorry. That sounded more comforting in my head."

"It's okay. I get it." Jane darkened the shading under the rabbit's ear, then tore out the page and folded it. "I should probably show it to Roman. He might open up more if he sees that I'm remembering things from our past."

Before Reade could answer, Zapata joined them, crowing about some sports results from the night before. Patterson and Nas were next into Zero Division, deep in conversation about metadata.

Weller was the last to arrive, and Patterson took that as her cue to begin briefing them on the tattoo alert that had come in overnight. As they all gathered around the monitor, Weller stood beside Jane, his arm brushing hers for a moment before he shifted his weight away. Jane chanced a look across at him; he was paying attention to Patterson, but there was a slight smile at the corners of his lips.

Once they had a lead to follow, the day kicked into high gear. Zapata and Reade rode along with Jane and Weller for most of the case, so it wasn't until later in the day that they had a moment alone. They'd split up to track down different suspects, and Kurt and Jane were the first ones back to the car.

"What are you doing tonight?" he asked, leaning against the driver's door.

Jane stopped by the hood of the car, keeping out of temptation's reach. "No concrete plans," she said lightly, giving him an innocent look.

"Wrong answer," he said, his predatory expression making her breath catch.

Jane continued her journey around the car to the passenger door. "Your place?"

He raised an eyebrow in momentary surprise, then smiled. "Works for me."

It was the first time since before the black site that Jane had been in his apartment. Not that she had any time to look around at what had changed. The instant the door clicked shut behind them, Kurt pulled her into his arms, claiming her lips the way he'd been longing to since she'd left him in the gym.

"Was that the longest day ever, or was that just me?" he asked when they came up for air.

"Definitely not just you," Jane agreed, letting him tug her shirt up over her head.

Kurt nuzzled her neck, lavishing attention on the bird tattoo and enjoying the way she shivered in response. "Gonna finish what you started?"

"Hmm…" She unbuttoned his shirt with unsteady fingers, distracted by his kisses just below her ear. "Think we can actually make it to a bed this time?"

In response, Kurt slid his hands down to her ass and lifted her. Jane wrapped her legs around his waist and clutched his shoulders as he carried her into his bedroom. When he lowered her to his bed, she didn't let go, bringing him down on top of her.

"This is familiar," she murmured. "Isn't this where we left off this morning?"

"Almost." He flipped them over and groaned appreciatively as Jane shifted down to straddle his hips, friction and heat right where he needed it.

Instead of pinning his arms this time, Jane pulled off her sports bra and discarded it, then took off her boots and socks before leaning down to kiss him. Kurt lost himself in the moment, in the rocking motion she made as she ground against his cock, in the brush of her nipples against his chest, in the warm enthusiasm of her kisses.

Jane sat up again slowly, gazing down at him through heavy-lidded eyes. Kurt ran his hands down her breasts, watching her move, catching her nipples between his fingers as she leaned into his touch.

"I left you hanging earlier, so it's your call. How do you want me?"

As long as you're here, I don't even care. He bit back the words and focused on the lust pulsing through his body.

"First off, take off these pants."

Jane gave him a quick kiss that ended with a teasing nip of his bottom lip, then reluctantly got up off the bed to comply with his wishes. Watching her strip down to nothing, he took off what remained of his own clothing, then tugged her into another kiss as they knelt together on the bed.

"Now what?" she asked, sliding her hand provocatively down his abs.

He stopped her before she could take hold of his cock, knowing if she got her hands on him, he'd be done within a minute.

"Turn around."

Jane tilted her head, curious, but didn't say anything as she did what he asked. When she was sitting on her heels, facing away from him, Kurt moved closer, kissing the nape of her neck as he slid his arms around her waist. Knowing how sensitive she was to neck kisses, he picked up right where he'd left off in the locker room the other week, this time with the tattooed side of her neck.

Jane relaxed back against him, giving a wordless murmur of approval as he moved his hands up to cup her breasts, the way he'd longed to when he'd done this at work. Her nipples were hard against his palms, and she pressed into his touch when he began to pull and tease them. When her breath began to shake and her hips were shifting of their own accord, Kurt dipped one hand down below her navel, stopping just above where she wanted him to go.

Jane parted her knees, encouraging him to continue, and tried to sneak her hand around behind her to find his erect cock. He batted her arm away and laughed at her frustrated growl.

"I want to make you feel as good as I feel."

"I'm getting plenty out of this, trust me." He distracted her by slipping his hand between her parted thighs, enjoying the quiver that ran through her body as he found her clit.

Jane moaned as he resumed his kisses across her neck and shoulder. She was so wet that his hand was soon soaked, and she writhed against him, her head falling back against his shoulder as he found just the right way to touch her. He didn't push his fingers inside her, teasing but never actually carrying out the action. Soon she was almost sobbing with frustration in his arms. "Kurt…"

Fuck, yeah. The sound of his name was more erotic than anything else she could have said. He increased the pressure of his fingers over her clit, letting her rub against them, putting her in control of her own climax while he kissed and nipped her neck and ear. She was tense and shaking in his arms, so close to falling apart.

"Let go, Jane. I got you."

A couple of seconds later, she cried out her release, bucking against his hand as the tension trembled out of her. She gasped for breath as the aftershocks ebbed through her, and he tilted his head to catch sight of her blissed out expression.

She opened her eyes slowly to notice him watching her, and tilted her head back for a lazy, lingering kiss. "Now you," she murmured against his lips.

He'd been ignoring his own desire, too fascinated by her responses and focused on her pleasure up until now. But when she leaned forward, putting her weight on her hands and knees before smiling back over her shoulder at him… He whispered a curse as he imagined how it would feel to take her from behind.

"Hold that thought," he told her, and began to reach over to the nightstand for a condom.

"You don't need protection. I saw my doctor last week."

Kurt leaned over her back, masking his stunned disbelief by kissing his way down her spine. He hadn't dared hope that she might consider sleeping with him regularly enough that it would be worth her taking care of birth control. He might be reading too much into it, but he didn't think so.

"In that case…" He moved his hand between her legs, making sure she was still wet enough to take him in. She spurred him on with a soft moan as he slid in a finger, pushing her ass up and arching her breasts down towards the bed.

He considered pleasuring her that way for a while, but didn't think he could stand it. Withdrawing his hand, he took hold of his cock and guided himself into her, biting back a groan as he sank into her tight heat. Without a condom, the sensations were more intense, and he had to take a moment to compose himself once he was all the way inside her.

"You good?" he asked, laying his hand on the small of Jane's back.

"Mmmm…"

Encouraged by her satisfied hum, he began to take her slowly, drawing almost all the way out of her before pressing back in. Jane tilted her hips to control the angle, but let him do the moving for now. "More."

He lost himself in the quickening pace of their coupling, holding onto her hips to steady them both as they found their rhythm. Jane began to meet him halfway, urging him silently to take her harder, faster, deeper. The tattoos on her back rippled with her sinuous movements, and seeing his name there on her skin gave him a deep, possessive satisfaction. Mine. She's mine.

It might have only been wishful thinking, a fantasy, but it was powerfully erotic. When Jane moaned and gripped the bedcovers for purchase, he groaned her name in response. "Fuck, Jane…"

They moved in frantic harmony, drawing apart, slamming back together, desperate, panting and writhing until finally, her orgasm broke around his cock in delicious waves, gripping him from the inside. He lost all control, his thrusts fast and forceful as he dug his fingers into her hips. Jane cried out again, and dimly he realised she was pressing her own hand against her clit as she came again. It was too much for him to handle, and he fell forward over her as he followed her into oblivious bliss.

When he could think straight again, he realised they'd collapsed sideways so they were spooned together. Kurt wrapped his arms around her, pulling her more securely into his embrace.

"The bed was a good plan," Jane said, her voice carrying the kind of lazy satisfaction that gave every post-coital man an ego-boost.

"Agreed. Though I'm pretty sure we could have made the couch work, if we had to."

"Or the kitchen counter."

Kurt added that to his mental 'to-do' list. "Or the shower."

"Ever tried your balcony?" Even though she was facing away from him, he could just about tell from the way her cheek curved that she was smiling.

"That's a little more exhibitionism than I usually go in for."

Kurt buried his nose in her hair and drifted, enjoying the scent of her, her warmth in his arms. And most importantly, the way she didn't seem inclined to get up and leave him there alone.

After a couple of minutes, Jane tensed a little. "I just wanted to say…" Her words faltered, then strengthened again. "I'm not just here for sex. I… I know it's probably not that easy to tell, and I've been, um...using sex to escape from my issues. I haven't been that considerate of your feelings, and I'm sorry."

Kurt rose up on one elbow, encouraging Jane to roll over so he could see her face. "Hey, it's not like I've been complaining."

"You didn't need to." She reached up to run her hand down his face, and it reminded him of the first night they'd met. "I'll try not to be so…skittish."

"Just be you, Jane. That's all I want from you."

She nodded, turning her head, but not before he saw the tears his words had brought to her eyes.

Kurt backed away from the conversation, not wanting to push her any further. It had probably taken a lot for her to admit what was on her mind. He lay back down and guided her to rest her head on his chest. "So if you're not just here for sex… You want me to cook you breakfast in bed tomorrow, right? That's the whole reason you wanted to come over here."

Jane laughed under her breath. "You figured it out, huh?"

For a moment, he almost thought he had her. But then she lifted her head to give him a regretful look. "I don't know if I should stay over. It's the weekend."

Kurt traced her jawline with his fingertips. "Why does that matter?"

She sighed and laid her head back down. "My weekdays belong to the FBI. My weekends belong to Sandstorm, if they have things they want from me. I can't just relax."

The sadness and resignation in her voice made him want to track down Shepherd and kill her on the spot. It enraged him that she had to consider what Sandstorm wanted even now, when she was naked in his bed. "What about you, Jane?" he asked, keeping his emotions out of his voice. "What time do you get for yourself?"

She didn't answer, and that was an answer in itself.

"It won't always be this way. I know it's hard for you to imagine a life without Sandstorm, but we will stop them. Before they manage to pull off phase two."

"Then we all live happily ever after?" Jane asked wryly.

He thought about lying to her, but neither of them would be fooled. "Then we move on to a case that's a little less personal, and try to pick up the pieces of our lives."

"Sounds good." She began to sit up. "But until then…"

Weller sat up with her, taking both of her hands in his. "Stay here tonight. Leave your pager on the nightstand. If Sandstorm contact you, I promise I'll drive you back to your safehouse right away. But if they don't, you get breakfast in bed."

Jane glanced towards the door, then back at him. "I don't know, Kurt…"

If not for the subtle longing he saw in her eyes, he would have let her go. But she wanted to stay, so he was determined to persuade her. "I don't care about your nightmares. If I need more sleep, I'll nap during the day." He leaned forward and brushed his lips over her forehead, willing her to give in. "Stay with me."

After another long moment's hesitation, Jane nodded, her eyes closed. "Okay."

Kurt gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Let me grab you a spare toothbrush."