Author's Note: Here's the next chapter! A little bit of naughtiness, a little bit of realisation and a little bit of angst. :) If you're wondering, Bulgaria comes next!

Together, they'd dozed off after their late-morning sex, and Jane was the first to wake. Turning over to watch Kurt's face, so relaxed and peaceful in sleep, she couldn't help but smile a little; he was so much more than she deserved, but all she wanted.

And bafflingly, he seemed to want her just as much. It didn't make sense, but she sure as hell was going to hold on as tightly as she could for as long as this lasted.

How had she gotten so lucky? She'd assumed that their relationship was something he'd want to keep just between them, now that her true identity had been revealed and her origins explained. But he wanted people to know they were seeing each other.

They'd moved from the bed to the couch not long after that first mischievous kiss had become heated and intense. After he'd laid her down on the bed, Kurt had pushed up her shirt and trailed kisses across her stomach and along the waistband of her pants. Then he'd looked up at her, his lips an inch from her skin, and said, "I want the world to know that you're mine, Jane Doe."

His feelings couldn't have been clearer if he'd said it straight out. He loved her, and he was staking his claim.

Seeing it so plainly on his face had both elated and terrified her.

Overwhelmed, she'd pulled him up on top of her to kiss him, forceful and emotional and needy all at once. Time had passed in a blur, and afterwards, when they lay satisfied and gasping for breath in each other's arms, Kurt had murmured, "Wake me up if I fall asleep, okay?"

Jane had hummed some kind of non-verbal agreement, then they'd both succumbed to sleep.

Now she had a choice: let him doze a little longer, to catch up on the rest she'd deprived him of with her nightmare last night, or wake him the way he'd asked?

If she didn't wake him, she might fall asleep again, too—and another nightmare might ruin the rest of their day. Plus, there were a few creative methods she could use to bring him back to consciousness—methods she was sure he would have no objection to.

She slid her hand down his abs—not as firm and smooth as Oscar's, but somehow more satisfying under her fingers. She'd once thought she would never be able to be with him this way, but now she had carte blanche to touch him, kiss him, excite him. Kurt stirred in his sleep as she lightly wrapped her hand around his resting cock and stroked upward towards the tip. He began to harden almost immediately, though he didn't wake.

After a few more strokes, he groaned. Sensing he was about to find his way back to consciousness, Jane decided to help him along, slipping down under the sheet to trail kisses over his chest and abdomen, lower and lower.

When she took the head of his cock into her mouth and flicked her tongue against what she knew was the most sensitive spot, Kurt's hips shifted involuntarily as he tried to push deeper. He rested a hand on her head, a low rumble of pleasure conveying his approval.

Jane tried not to smile as she continued to tease him, sucking gently, then easing off. If he wasn't fully awake by now, he was almost there, his guiding hand threading through her messy hair and pulling just a little.

"Fuck me, that feels good."

She always felt a thrill when she could break through his defences enough to make him curse. Stroking with her hand and teasing with her mouth, she waited for him to get impatient enough to wrest control from her.

"Jane…"

She never got tired of hearing him say her name like that—half warning, half plea, all desperate sexual frustration. She stopped teasing and began to please him in earnest, her head bobbing beneath the sheet. Kurt slowly took her mouth, testing her limits, speeding up a little when she squeezed his thigh in encouragement.

He pushed down the sheet to watch her, cupping her face in his hand as their eyes met. The heat and the need in his gaze ignited her determination, and she sucked harder, provoking him without saying a word.

His head fell back onto the pillow as he moaned, too caught up in the sensation to take in the show she was giving him. He was so sexy like this, completely off guard and unrestrained. His thighs shook as he drew close to the edge, his breathing hard and unsteady as he thrust as deep into her mouth as she would allow.

"Jane—" he managed, a warning that if she didn't want him to finish where he was, she'd better stop now.

She ignored it, continuing to pleasure him in every way she could, willing him over the edge. As if her thoughts had made it happen, he growled his satisfaction as he came in hot, strong pulses, flooding her mouth.

Jane remained where she was as the tension left his body, trailing light kisses over his cock before transferring her attention to his lower abdomen, letting him come down from the high of his climax. After a few more moments, he reached down to her.

"C'mere."

She crawled up into his breathless embrace, smiling.

"That wasn't what I was expecting when I said 'wake me up', but I'm definitely not gonna complain." He gave her a brief, hard kiss.

Enjoying how much she'd shaken his composure, she wrapped her arm and leg around him and snuggled close. "You did it for me Friday night, so I figured I'd return the favour."

"I'm very, very grateful." He kissed her forehead. "Give me a few minutes, and I'll show you exactly how grateful."

"Really? You're gonna make me lunch?" Jane gave him an entreating look.

"Hmm, am I insulted that you're turning down my sexual advances, or glad that you want to eat a proper meal?"

Jane rolled her eyes, amused. "If you want me to accept your advances later, I'm gonna need to keep my strength up. Want me to order something in?"

"Nah. Just give me a minute and I'll make us something." He tightened his arms around her, and they were quiet for a moment, almost contented.

While Kurt made them both grilled cheese sandwiches, Jane sat at the table and sketched on a piece of scrap paper, using a ballpoint pen. By the time Kurt placed food in front of her, she had drawn a rough sketch of him standing with his back to her, shirtless and cooking. Was there a sexier sight in the world?

"Are you objectifying me, Ms. Doe?" he teased, sitting down opposite her.

Jane set the sketch aside, a little embarrassed. "You caught me."

"If I tried to draw you, it would look like one of Sawyer's drawings from when he was about three years old. You should be proud of what you can do. Wish I had a talent like that."

"You can cook," Jane pointed out. "I'm useless in the kitchen, so I'll always be impressed that you can make things that actually taste better than mediocre."

"I could try to teach you," Kurt offered.

Jane thought about it, her mouth full of grilled cheese. "You could," she said, after chewing and swallowing, "But Shepherd tried and failed, so it'd probably be a waste of your time. No one can be good at everything, I guess."

Kurt's expression darkened a little at the mention of Shepherd, and Jane regretted bringing her into the conversation. Too late now.

"You and Nas still haven't figured out why she was watching you?" she asked softly.

He shook his head. "The more time goes by, the more worried about it I get. Phase two is gonna happen soon, right? What if I'm the catalyst that sets it all off, by doing something I don't even realise is gonna trigger it?"

"You'll make yourself crazy thinking like that. You can't second-guess everything you do."

"I'm the second-in-command of the NYO. That's a lot of responsibility, but none of it is on a national level. My decisions only affect the FBI's New York office, but from what Oscar said, putting me in Mayfair's place is critical to Shepherd's plan." He sighed. "The more I turn this over in my head, the more confused I get."

"I'm sorry." Jane reached out and took his hand over the table.

He shook his head. "Don't blame yourself. It's Shepherd I'm pissed at."

"If I thought there was even a tiny chance Shepherd would buy it, I'd suggest trying to make her believe I've turned you to their cause, so you could meet her." She shook her head. "From what Roman was saying, though…"

As Jane froze, chasing the idea that had almost dawned on her, Kurt squeezed her hand. "Jane?"

"I don't think you're part of phase two," she said slowly.

"What? But Oscar said—"

"Exactly," she interrupted. "Oscar said phase two was about burning it all to the ground. But he also said 'only from the ashes can we rise'. I think there's a phase three. Shepherd isn't just about mindless vengeance. She wants to fix things, too."

Kurt sat back, abandoning the last few bites of his sandwich. "So you think Shepherd hand-selected me to…what, exactly?"

"Be one of the ones who rebuilds." Jane shrugged. "I could be wrong. And I don't know why having you as the deputy director of the NYO helps that goal. But Shepherd has been monitoring you for half of your life, and Roman said you were honest and morally upstanding, which was why they sent me to you. I was meant to influence your decisions. This makes more sense than it doesn't."

"I don't get it, Jane. The NYO isn't the most senior-ranking FBI office; Headquarters in Washington, DC is. Wouldn't they pick someone from there?"

She shrugged again. "I have no idea. Like I said, this is all just a theory. Maybe I can ask Shepherd if there's a phase three…once she stops being mad at me."

Just the thought of Shepherd's icy demeanour sent a shiver down her spine.

As if he sensed her unease, Kurt backed away from the topic of conversation. "We can't do anything with this now. Let's bring Nas in on it tomorrow and see if she has any ideas."

"Okay." Jane put the last corner of her sandwich into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully. Once she'd finished her mouthful, she added, "I guess I'll need to tell Roman and Shepherd that we're seeing each other, too. If they find out from surveilling me, they'll want to know why I'm keeping it from them."

"At least I don't have to worry about meeting your parents," Kurt said wryly. "At least, not until we have her in cuffs, anyway."

Jane hesitated. "Do you think Shepherd will be suspicious? That I started seeing you so soon after Cade got free, when my mind should be on Oscar?"

"Maybe," Kurt said, his shoulders slumping. Obviously, he knew where this was going and he didn't like it.

"I should probably go back to my safehouse tonight. And… And we should keep quiet for a while longer. About us."

Kurt stood up, encouraging her to do the same. He guided her over to the couch, where they curled up together, needing physical closeness while they fended off their disappointment.

"For how long?" He asked the most important question first.

Jane closed her eyes. How long would they have to act like they were only friends?

"A-a month, maybe? If they've noticed that I've spent the last couple of nights here, I can say it's because you got a concussion on the job and you needed someone to stay with you. In a couple of weeks I can tell Roman that I'm…" She shook her head, disgusted at herself. "I don't know. Working on seducing you, just like in Remi's original plan."

In her peripheral vision, she saw Kurt nodding. "I hate this," he said, his voice barely a growl.

"I know."

"It's almost a year since you first kissed me, outside my apartment block. Since then, we've had so many things get in our way. Oscar. The CIA. Now Shepherd. When are things gonna start going right for us?"

"Things have felt pretty right this weekend," Jane pointed out. "Aside from what happened with Cade last night, I mean. But being here with you has been... It feels right."

Kurt kissed the top of her head. "I know we've been sleeping together for weeks, but that was different. We hadn't figured out where we stood with each other. Now we have, I don't want to let you go."

"What's one more month on top of everything we've been through already?" She meant the words to be optimistic, but they tasted bitter on her tongue.

"You can still come over here a couple times a week, right? As long as you go home to sleep?" His body was tense against hers, as though the answer to this question was of critical importance to him.

Jane shifted around so she could look into his face. "Yeah. Maybe just once for the first week, but twice the week after. And maybe we could get the team to come over here for drinks, too? So it doesn't look so weird that I'm here."

He visibly relaxed, smiling a little as he pulled her into a relieved kiss. When she pulled back, Jane searched his expression for answers. "What were you worried about?"

"That I wouldn't get to spend any time with you outside of work. I guess…" He sighed. "It's taken us so long to get here. I don't want you to start persuading yourself that it's better if we stay apart until we catch Sandstorm. Or…for good."

Jane smiled, leaned in closer. "I'm too selfish to give you up completely, even for the good of the mission."

He kissed her until she was breathless, his embrace possessive and intense. When they broke apart again, she'd almost forgotten what they'd been talking about.

"How long until you have to leave?" he asked, running his fingertips over her collarbones.

"About…six hours?"

"Any ideas how we should spend them?" The trace of melancholy in his eyes was quickly replaced by mischief.

Jane kissed him again, sweetly demanding. "Just like this."