Author's Note: Only one more chapter after this one! But first, Jeller finally get to enjoy sharing a bed without worrying about making each other uncomfortable or giving each other the wrong/right idea. Since it took them a little while to get there the night before... ;)

For the second morning in a row, Jane woke up with Kurt's arm around her, his comforting warmth at her back. I could get used to this.

This morning, things were different—they were both naked, for one thing. As Jane burrowed back deeper into his embrace, his morning wood brushed against her tailbone. Her imagination immediately sparked into life, suggesting a number of intriguing possibilities.

Kurt tightened his arm around her, nuzzling the back of her neck. "You awake?"

"No," Jane told him, not bothering to open her eyes or turn over. She was far too comfortable where she was.

She could hear the smile in his voice when he replied, "Me neither. But I'm having the best dream…"

Jane gave a soft murmur of approval as he kissed her neck. "Mmmm, me too."

They were quiet for a while, just breathing, relaxing, enjoying each other's presence. Jane was still half asleep, too lazy to do anything about the lust at the back of her mind, and it seemed as though Kurt was in a similar state.

She realised she was smiling, truly contented for the first time in longer than she could remember. Her life was far from perfect, and her worries and fears would return, but right now, she was peaceful, calm.

"I'm so glad we finally got here," she said softly. The words were inadequate to express how she was feeling, but so much less terrifying than I love you.

"Yeah?" Kurt slid his hand up from her stomach, pressing the heel of his hand against her heart as he cupped her left breast. "I was about to do this yesterday, when that damn alarm interrupted us."

The desire she'd been ignoring grew stronger, dispelling her sleepiness. Jane laid her hand over his, arching back against his body a little more firmly. "I was thinking up so many things I wanted to do. Wanted you to do…"

"Care to share?" He ground against her in return, his fingers teasing her nipple.

"This, for a start." She continued to shift her hips, enjoying the hitch in his breathing. "I couldn't tell if you were awake, in more ways than one."

He nipped her neck, then soothed her skin with his tongue. "I made sure there was enough blanket between us. Didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"I don't know if I could have kept still if I'd felt you yesterday," she confessed, then lost her train of thought as he slid his hand down her body, his fingers coming to a stop just above where she needed to feel him. "Kurt…"

"You did start to move, just for a moment." As she parted her thighs, encouraging him to touch her, he laughed under his breath. "I nearly went crazy, trying to stay put."

Impatient, she grabbed his wrist and dragged his hand lower. With a growl of appreciation for how wet she was, he cupped her sensitive mound and soaked his fingers, then stroked up to her clit. "And I wanted to do this."

"I wanted you to." She moaned under her breath at his perfect touches, reaching back behind her to find his cock. "I wondered what you'd do if I rolled over and kissed you. If you'd pull me on top of you and let me rub myself all over you…"

"You should try it and see." He thrust into her hand urgently, his obvious need making her wetter, hotter.

Yes. Yes…

Jane gave in to temptation, turning over to face him, and the undisguised hunger on his face made her heart leap. Kurt dragged her astride his hips, kissed her the way she'd wanted him to since the moment she'd first woken up, and she fought the urge to just guide his cock deep into her without any further teasing. But she was having too much fun provoking them both with words and actions, so she rubbed her slickness all over his shaft instead, making Kurt groan into her mouth.

"Jane," he breathed, the moment they broke the kiss. "Let me in."

The plea in his voice broke her resolve to keep teasing him, and she reached down between them, giving him one slow, firm stroke before angling her hips just right. Kurt pushed steadily inside her, a soft curse falling from his lips.

Last night, their first time had been rushed, desperate, as though they'd been trying to make up for lost time. Their second time had been far more thorough, as they discovered each other's bodies with their hands and lips, taking delight in each other's reactions until they could bear no more pleasure.

This was different again, their movements languid and sensual as they rocked together. Jane relished the feel of him within her, lacing her fingers through his. Kurt kissed her neck, her jaw, her lips, taking her with smooth, almost lazy thrusts from below.

Neither of them would come any time soon if they kept this pace, but Jane didn't care. The joy of their shared movements, the affection in their intimate embrace, the smile in his eyes when he gazed up at her—those things were fulfilling on a different level.

Then he slipped his devious fingers over her clit, and the mood of their coupling changed rapidly. While she cried out his name, riding him fast and hard towards completion, he pushed her towards the edge with insistent thrusts. Pleasure overwhelmed her, and she collapsed onto his chest as he slammed up into her, driving himself the rest of the way towards his own release.

Catching herself before she could whisper that she loved him, Jane nuzzled his shoulder, breathless. "I know we planned to go see the sights today, but I just want to stay in bed here, with you…"

Kurt pulled the blanket up over them as much as he could, without interrupting their exhausted snuggling. "We have to check out by eleven, but if we plan to come back here after we finish the Sandstorm case, we could do a full weekend of sightseeing so we can fit everything in. So that would give us a few extra hours in bed today…"

Jane smiled against his skin. "Sounds perfect."

Kurt wrapped his arms tighter around her, sighing. "I'm getting used to falling asleep and waking up with you. My bed's gonna feel pretty cold and empty tonight."

She laughed. "Well, I don't want to leave Roman alone again tonight, but maybe tomorrow night I could come over and warm things up for you?"

"I'm gonna hold you to that," he told her, his voice more serious than she'd expected.

She lifted her head to smile down at him. "Good."

He stroked his fingers over her cheek, gazing at her as though he was planning to say something else. But then he shook his head slightly and pulled her down for a kiss that made her forget everything but them.

They lingered in bed for as long as possible, but as their checkout time drew near, they had to get up—neither of them wanted to risk being interrupted by the hotel's housekeeping staff. After checking out, they managed to fit a trip to the aquarium in before their mid-afternoon flight back to New York City.

Jane seemed inspired by the large tanks of tropical fish, taking a few photos, but then deleting them when they didn't turn out the way she wanted. Her artistic side was usually hidden while she was on the job, and Kurt spent about as much time watching her as he did the marine life, enjoying her fascination.

They were quiet on the flight back to New York, the close proximity of other passengers stifling their urge to talk. Kurt read a little more of his book, while Jane rested her head on his shoulder and took a nap.

Remembering how terrified she'd been the first time they'd flown, Kurt couldn't help but smile at the contrast in her now. She'd ceased to be afraid of flying once she'd successfully landed a plane without power—the memory of their close call was enough to turn his stomach—but this was the first time he'd ever seen her relax on a flight before.

Then again, it was also the first flight they'd taken after keeping each other awake most of the night—though if Kurt had it his way, it wouldn't be the last.

He gently stroked her hair as the distinctive skyline of New York City came into view. "You with me, Jane? We're nearly home."

"Mmm…" She sat up with a stifled yawn. "Guess I was sleepier than I thought."

He laced his fingers through hers. "Gonna go back to bed when you get home?"

"On my own?" she asked, her voice quiet enough that no one else could overhear. "Where's the fun in that?"

Somehow, he managed to keep himself from kissing the playful expression from her lips, but it was a close call.

While they waited for a cab back from the airport—he'd given Zapata his keys during their hurried goodbyes on Friday, since he wouldn't be using his car, and she'd need transport—he attempted to get his thoughts in order. The weekend had been a much-needed break from reality, but they were returning to that reality now, and they had to decide how to handle this.

"So… When Roman asks how your weekend went, what are you gonna tell him?"

Jane shrugged, seeming a little uncertain. "I guess I hadn't thought about it. I don't… I mean…" She frowned up at him. "When you were dating Nas, you kept it a secret."

He hadn't even been sure she'd known about him and Nas. "Not very well, apparently."

She shrugged. "You tried, at least. I guess I… Is that what you want? To keep this quiet?"

The conflicted expression on her face wrenched at his heart, and he tried to explain. "The thing with Nas… We didn't want it interfering with the taskforce." And it wasn't serious. At least, I wasn't serious.

Jane nodded, and though she didn't move, he could sense her emotionally pulling back. "It makes sense. I might need to tell Roman, if I'm gonna spend nights at your place. But I can make sure he won't say anything to the rest of the team—"

He couldn't find the right words to stop her subtle retreat, and he couldn't bear to watch her close herself off any further. Letting instinct guide him, he pulled her into a kiss, sensing her surprise as he cut off her words with the gesture.

The kiss was brief, but by the time he pulled back, her expression had softened a little.

"You and me? We're different," he told her, before she could voice her confusion. "We're…more."

She nodded slowly, seeming as lost for words as he was. "Okay."

They reached the front of the taxi line, which interrupted their conversation—but once they were in the cab, beginning their journey towards Brooklyn, Jane shyly reached for his hand. He squeezed hers in reassurance, searching for the right words.

"It's gonna be a balancing act - keeping things professional at work. But…honestly? It always has been, with you. The team already know things have been complicated between us."

Jane nodded, but remained quiet.

"At the office, we need things to be normal. But if they happen to see us holding hands during drinks after work…" He shrugged. "That's fine by me."

She gazed up at him, her eyes amused. "I promise not to make out with you during Patterson's briefings."

He couldn't help but grin at the mental image. "Thank you. I think."

When the taxi reached Jane's apartment, he cupped her face in his hand and gave her a tender, lingering kiss, not caring that the taxi driver was waiting for her to leave the vehicle. Jane leaned into his touch, her expression as conflicted as he felt, while he told her, "I'll call you later."

She nodded, reaching for the door handle. "Okay. Enjoy the rest of your weekend."

"You, too."

One brief peck on the lips, and then she was gone, the slam of the taxi's door an abrupt end to their impromptu weekend trip together. Kurt leaned back in his seat, sighing, as the taxi pulled back into traffic. He'd known she had to go back to her safehouse, but he'd underestimated how powerfully he already missed her.

Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I'd love to hear what you think of the chapter, how things have turned out for Jeller, or how you think the team (and Roman) are going to take the news, in the final chapter... Feedback is fangirl fuel! x