Author's Note: Hello, it's me! I'm not dead! My brain just had an extended period of do-not-want when it came to writing, and anything I did write ended up feeling wrong, so it took me until today to get here. I have no idea if I'll be writing any faster now, but I hope so. Anyway, thank you for waiting and being lovely. I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint!

If Kurt had believed in the supernatural, he would have sworn Patterson had some kind of sixth sense for when he and Jane were having their deepest moments of connection—and that she'd decided to interrupt them every time she sensed it. They weren't even two minutes into their walk back to the hotel when Jane's phone began to vibrate, and she pulled her hand from his to answer it, murmuring a quiet apology.

At least this is happening now, and not ten minutes from now, when we're back in our room, he mentally consoled himself, and fought the urge to switch off his own phone entirely. Only his sense of unease about Shepherd stopped him from doing so—he'd probably be more distracted with the phone off, wondering if he'd irresponsibly made himself unaware of a Sandstorm emergency, than if the phone was on. And he wanted as little distraction from Jane as possible tonight.

Jane talked with Patterson about Roman—from what Kurt could gather, they were having a fun evening, and Jane had nothing to worry about—then exchanged a couple of text messages with her brother. Meanwhile, Kurt felt his responsible side begin to prickle his conscience. None of the reasons he'd given himself for not acting on his attraction to Jane had gone away, after all. As loath as he was to give her a reason to back away from him again, he knew he had to at least bring up the subject.

Jane sighed, returning her phone to her pocket, then laced her fingers back through his. "Sorry about that. I figured that if I said goodnight to both of them, at least I wouldn't have to worry about either of them interrupting us later."

He nodded, squeezing her hand. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah." She gave him a shy smile as they entered the hotel lobby. "I'm all yours now."

He smiled down at her, her phrasing awakening a territorial instinct within him. "Good."

Their room was on the seventh floor, so they made for the elevator. As the doors began to close behind them, someone called, "Hold the elevator!"

Jane lifted her hand, about to hit the button to keep the doors from closing, but before he'd even had time to consider what he was doing, Kurt caught her wrist. While she turned her surprised gaze on him, the elevator doors closed, and they began to move upwards.

"That's not like you," Jane said.

He stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and meeting her eyes in their reflection on the mirrored wall. "I don't wanna share you any more tonight. Not even with a random stranger, even for a minute."

Jane leaned back against him, smiling. "I think that's fair."

He allowed his fingers to wander up under her shirt, brushing the warm, smooth skin of her abdomen. The shiver that passed through her tugged at his self-control, and he fought to remain relatively civilised, even as his cock began to respond to her. "I just need to…check my boundaries for tonight. You know you can say no to me, right? Since I'm your boss, and all."

She stared at his reflection, incredulous. "Since when have I ever had trouble saying no to you, Kurt?"

That made him smile, and he kissed her bird tattoo lightly, still watching her in the mirror. "You raise a good point."

"Mmm… Feels like I'm raising more than that," Jane said, pressing her ass back against his growing hard-on. Her body melted back against his like they were meant to fit together.

He wanted to drop the issue, to coax the glowing embers between them into sparks, then flames—but he couldn't. "I need to say this. Because you don't have the option of getting another room tonight, and because you're depending on the taskforce for an immunity deal. If there's any part of you that wants to wait, or to turn me down—"

She turned in his arms, covering his lips with her palm and holding his gaze steadily, heat and certainty in her eyes. "No. You're not taking advantage of me, Kurt. I want this. I always have."

He nodded, relieved, his conscience finally silent. However, doubt began to bloom on Jane's face, and he realised his words had consequences. She brought her hand down from his mouth to rest on his shoulder, and watched him, her guard slightly raised.

"You started this discussion. Are you sure it's not you whose heart isn't in this?"

He hated that he'd ever given her cause to doubt how strongly he felt about her, but he pushed the guilt aside, knowing it wasn't what she needed to see. As the elevator began to slow, he cupped her face in his hand, hoping that, on some level, she could sense how deeply he loved her. "My heart knows what it wants."

Jane traced her fingers over his face, the movement and her intense focus reminding him of the night they'd met. The silence almost shredded his nerves, stretching on a second too long before she replied quietly, "So does mine."

He leaned in to kiss her just as the elevator doors opened with a chime, and they moved apart reflexively, though there was no one waiting on the other side of the doors.

"Even inanimate objects are interrupting us now?" Jane said, with a rueful laugh.

He put his arm around her waist, kissed her temple softly. "At least Patterson's not standing there. Come on. Let's go lock ourselves away for the night."

Their room wasn't too far from the elevator, and as Jane pulled the keycard from her pocket, Kurt stepped in close behind her, his anticipation mounting. No more interruptions. No more doubts. Just us.

"So, that's it? No more trying to persuade me that I don't want what I want?" Jane pushed her ass back against him as she inserted the keycard into the lock. Kurt stifled the urge to groan, tightening his arms around her waist and taking a deep, shaky breath against her neck. He'd never be able to get enough of her scent. This close, she was driving him crazy.

"No more. I swear." Even if his mind had still been hesitant, the rest of him—body, heart, his entire soul—had given up the struggle.

The door opened, and they stumbled inside together, Jane turning to him before he even had both feet in the room. The second the door closed, she pushed him up against it, her kiss as insistent as the hands that tugged at his belt buckle.

Jane… Oh, god, yes…

Part of him wanted to slow her, to spend more time drinking in her kisses before he lay her down to worship her body for hours. His own impatience had other ideas, his cock aching as she unzipped his jeans. His own frantic hands were busy with her pants, opening them and yanking them clumsily down over her hips.

Jane tore her lips from his as she freed his cock from his underwear. "I'm on the pill. Don't make me wait any longer, Kurt, please—"

He slid his fingers between her legs, checking he didn't need to turn her on more before he took her. A surprised curse of discovery fell from his lips as his touch slipped against her soaked skin, and she kissed him again, ravenous and demanding.

"Now. Please, now," she begged.

He pushed away from the door he was leaning against, pushing Jane up against the wall nearby and replacing his fingers with his cock. Her breath caught at the feel of him against her heat, and then he was driving into her for the first time, her slickness making it easy to press deep.

Oh, fuck…

She was hot and welcoming, tilting her hips forward to welcome him in, and his knees weakened for an instant as he pinned her to the wall.

"Yes," she breathed in his ear, her voice carrying a hint of a moan. "Perfect…"

Her pants still shackled her lower thighs, preventing him from spreading her further open or adjusting the angle of their joining, but just being inside her was enough for now. He kissed her again, withdrawing for a second thrust, and she distractedly began to kick off her boots, then work free of her lower clothing. Kurt continued to take her, slow and rough, grinding her against the wall and savouring her soft cries of encouragement.

Somehow, she freed one of her legs from her tight jeans, and braced her foot on the opposite wall of the small entry alcove they were standing in, allowing him to push deeper into her. Grabbing his ass with both hands, she rolled her hips urgently, encouraging him to pick up the pace.

Kurt pounded into her, groaning at the feel of her body clenching around him, wet and tight. Every thrust unravelled his self-control, and he reached down to find Jane's clit, wanting to make sure she was with him the whole way. Her breath left her in a ragged cry of encouragement, her internal muscles squeezing him tightly, and he gazed down at her, committing her expression of desperate lust to memory.

"More," she pleaded, canting her hips back and forth in a quick, frenzied counter to his every movement. "Take me, Kurt—I won't break…"

His own pleasure mounting with each of her breathless instructions, he freed himself from the last of his cautious restraint, plunging into her with deep, hard, rapid thrusts that jolted the breath from them both. Panting, gasping his name, Jane dug her fingernails into his ass, her body rigid and trembling.

"Don't stop, don't—oh, Kurt!"

He growled approval against his shoulder, slowing down to feel her undulations become languid and decadent. Her climax rippled around his cock, testing his control, and as she clutched his shoulders for support, he gave in to his most primal urges, slamming her back against the wall. The swell of pleasure became white-hot pulses that made him cry out, driving deep as he spilled within her.

Savouring the ebbing aftershocks, he lifted Jane off her feet, and she wound her arms and legs around him with an unintelligible murmur. His legs unsteady, he carried her the short distance over to the bed, laying her down on the mattress. Jane refused to let him go, so he wound up on top of her, their bodies still joined.

"So good," she whispered, nuzzling his neck.

"Understatement," he murmured back, rolling over so that he didn't crush her beneath him.

Jane lifted her head and smiled down into his eyes, satisfaction and mischief in her face. "And we didn't even need the bed."

He brushed her hair out of her eyes, laughing under his breath. "The night's still young."

She kissed him, slow and gentle, far more tender than any of the kisses they'd shared in the doorway. Kurt gathered her closer, relaxed and contented, his mind completely at peace for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime. They were still wearing most of their clothing—Kurt hadn't even gotten around to getting rid of his shoes or pants—but he couldn't bring himself to care about the rumpled, half-dressed state they were in. They were together, and the rest was just details.

Jane… I love you so much.