Hi guys!
This little plot bunny kept hopping around in my brain until I caught it and wrote down what it was saying. Nothing but a fluffy Jeller snapshot. Enjoy! S4 but post 4x12.
A Quiet Morning
The first thing Jane noticed was the feeling of warmth on her shoulder as she made her way back to wakefulness. A small sliver of sunlight had made its way through a tiny gap in the curtains and was now warming her.
It must be closer to noon, she figured. It had been another grueling and long day for the team. It had been past three in the morning before she and Kurt had made it home. They had been tracking some of Madeline's hired muscle, hoping to get a hint of what her next move would be. Muscle was the right word. Why couldn't they just give up on occasion, instead of always putting up a fight?
Jane wasn't hurt, but she had her share of bruises and her muscles ached. She still wasn't as fit as she had been before the ZIP almost killed her. She was frustrated, but Kurt had reassured her that she'd regain her strength; it would just take time and she needed to be patient.
After the warming sun, she became aware of Kurt's touch. His fingertips were gently caressing the nape of her neck as he held her close. His other hand was softly tracing the tattoos of her side and her lower back.
"Morning." Kurt whispered, as he noticed she was awake.
"Morning," she mumbled against him, wincing as she moved and her aching muscles protested.
His hand stilled. "Did I hurt you?" He asked, his tone concerned.
"No, just my muscles acting up." she spoke into his chest, snuggling closer. "Please keep going."
"Okay," he murmured into her hair, his fingers resuming their soothing pattern on the back of her neck.
With his tender touches, Jane was starting to fall back asleep again. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this content and relaxed. Kurt's other hand was running slowly up and down her back, his loving caress almost ticklish, but not quite. Instead, it made her melt into his touch, like she was boneless. She moaned contentedly as he started to gently massage muscles at the base of her skull.
She nuzzled him, sinking deeper into his embrace. "I don't want to get up today."
Kurt's lips brushed her temple. "You don't have to if you don't want to. It's Saturday today and we have the day off."
She wrapped her arm across him lazily and entwined her legs with his. "Mmmhhh, good. I don't want to lose my pillow."
He chuckled at that, pressing a kiss into her hair. "You're going to need to eat at some point."
"Yeah, but not yet," she mumbled sleepily.
"No, not yet." He confirmed, perfectly content with where he was, in their bed and holding his wife in his arms.