Author's Note: I didn't forget about this one! I haven't forgotten about any of my WIPs, really. None of my Blindspot fics are dead. :) So this is smutty, with some fluffy conversation afterwards. And the next chapter is their first 'morning after', which is going to be so fluffy, it gets stuck in your teeth. :p

"Come here."

Jane stopped at the foot of the bed, ostensibly to take off the shirt she'd appropriated from the floordrobe they'd created earlier, but really to make sure he'd settled himself comfortably on the bed. For Kurt to bring up the limitations his leg wound gave him, it really must be giving him trouble.

"Give me a second," she teased. "I don't want you to rip the buttons off your shirt."

As he watched, his eyes darkening with desire, she unbuttoned the garment and shrugged it off, then ditched the pants she'd put on to get the pizza from the delivery guy. Then she crawled across the bed to kiss him, laughing softly as he pulled her over him the moment she got within his reach.

"Careful. I don't want to hurt you." She shifted her weight off his thighs before kissing him again, her senses blurring into heady appreciation of the way he smelled, tasted, felt…

"You're worrying too much," he told her between kisses, his fingers stroking lazily up and down her side.

Jane sat up to avoid the distraction of his lips, knowing that if she didn't address this, he'd keep pushing himself. "Kurt, I was there. I was watching while you were bleeding out on the road. You told me you loved me, and then you passed out. I thought I was gonna lose you before I ever got the chance to…"

He took her hand and kissed it. "I know. I'm sorry."

She shook her head, smiling a little. "Don't be sorry. Just lie there and relax. And be careful when you take your pants off."

Kurt looked amused. The mattress shifted as he moved, and when she looked behind her, below his waist, she realised he'd gotten rid of his pants without even sitting up. "Any more instructions, Nurse Doe?"

She leaned down to him again, unable to resist another kiss. "Just tell me if it hurts."

Understanding dawned in his eyes as she broke free of his lips to begin to trail kisses down his body, her fingers tangling in his chest hair before she moved lower, down over his subtly toned abs. When she reached his cock, she made sure her weight was braced against the bed instead of his thighs as she pressed a kiss to the tip.

Kurt groaned, his head dropping back onto the pillow as she took his shaft in her fist and gave a firm stroke upward. The simple, honest reaction to her touch sent a jolt of arousal through her, and she channelled it towards his pleasure, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock before sucking gently.

His hips shifted in an involuntary bid to thrust deeper, and she dipped lower over him, taking as much as she could into her mouth. Kurt's light touch on the top of her head made her look up at him, to find him watching her with fascinated desire.

A little self-conscious, but loving how good she was obviously making him feel, Jane released him from her mouth slowly, inch by inch, before taking him in again, a little faster. As she set a steady rhythm, he fell into moving with it, taking her mouth as deeply as she would allow. His breathing grew unsteady, his body becoming more tense with every thrust, and as she fluttered her tongue against the underside of his cock, her name left his lips in a breathless plea.

She opened her eyes to see his head thrown back, his eyes closed and lips parted as he tightened his grip on her hair. Needing release. Needing her. She loved that.

As she sped up the motions of her mouth and hand, he groaned again, a tremor running through him. "I'm close," he warned, his eyes on her again to make sure she understood what he meant.

She couldn't reply without breaking off, but sucked him a little harder in silent permission for him to let go.

A few moments later, Kurt gave a low, masculine cry as he spilled into her mouth, his body rippling with pleasure as his climax rocked him. Jane stayed where she was as she swallowed, then gave his cock one last, lingering suck before she released him from her mouth and sat up to gauge the results of her efforts.

Kurt opened his eyes and stretched out his hand to her, and she slid up into his embrace with a shy smile. His heart pounded against her ear as she rested her head on his chest, and she couldn't help but be impressed at herself for how much she'd managed to stir him up.

"God, Jane," he murmured against her hair, his voice lazy with satisfaction. "I just want to stay here in bed with you for a year."

"Admit it—you'll start to miss not getting caught in explosions after a few days." She snuggled closer to him with a smile.

"There's more than one kind of explosion, and I think we're pretty good at making our own…" He trailed his fingers down her back suggestively.

"Mmm… You have a point." Jane shifted a little further up his body to meet his lingering kiss. "I didn't hurt your leg, did I?"

"You made me feel a lot of things, but pain wasn't one of them." He brushed her hair back from her face. "So what else is on this list of four things we can do without me having to move?"

Was that a blush he could see creeping over Jane's face?

"One of them will have to wait until you've recovered a little," she began hesitantly.

Imagining her on top of him, riding his cock, was erotic enough for him to wish he was ready to go again right that second. "And the others?"

She bit her lip, and he grinned. "Are you really too shy to ask me to go down on you?"

"No, but your leg—"

He kissed her, already anticipating. "Come up here."

Jane sat up, but hesitated. Kurt slid down the bed and took her hand. "Let me taste you. Please."

"If you can't breathe…" she started.

"Trust me, I'll be fine."

She carefully knelt over his face, and he tugged her down to meet his expectant mouth. She was already so wet—had giving him head turned her on this much?—and he took a long, deep taste of her, savouring the way she sighed and shifted closer.

He nuzzled and licked everywhere he could reach, teasing her clit, then backing off, making her whisper his name in breathless frustration and tilt her hips, trying to direct him. As she grew more aroused, she forgot some of her earlier caution and pressed down against his mouth, giving him the perfect angle to work his tongue over her. His cock stirred again at her soft, breathless moans, and he followed her unspoken cues until she was gasping.

God, he wished he could flip her over and stroke into her with his fingers, drive her over the edge with his tongue and keep her orgasm going until she was too exhausted to come anymore. Having her in this position was sexy as hell, but it put her in control. After the mind-blowing orgasm she'd just given him, he wished he could do more, to pin her down and pleasure her until she was begging for him to let her rest.

Not that she seemed bored at that moment.

"There!" she gasped, her body jolting as he found just the right spot. She reached out to the headboard for balance as Kurt repeated the motion, trying to figure out exactly what she'd responded to. When she quivered under his hands and caught her breath, he took the new knowledge and applied it mercilessly, his pulse pounding through his cock while he watched her tattoos shift as she writhed.

"Don't stop, don't stop…" She was almost there; the way she ground against his tongue was urgent, insistent.

Kurt wouldn't have stopped even if the entire team had walked back into the apartment. He needed her to come as much as he would have needed his own climax. She deserved every drop of pleasure he could give her, and more.

Jane's relieved cry of ecstasy made him groan against her skin. She swayed forward, leaning her weight against the headboard, and shook through her orgasm, her eyes closed and her face suffused with fulfilment.

Before he could try to follow up with a second, she slid back down into his arms, her breathing shaky against his lips as they kissed. Kurt pulled her on top of him, and as his hard-on brushed against her inner thigh she smiled, reaching down between them to guide him home.

"Mmm…" Kurt wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, trapping her in his embrace before she could sit up. "Stay like this for a moment."

Jane laughed, her face only a fraction of an inch from his. "You tired?"

"No. I just like feeling you this close to me." He nuzzled her cheek, savouring the heat between them. "I love the way we fit together."

She kissed him again, tilting her hips to press him even deeper into her. "I still can't believe we're doing this."

"Want me to pinch you so you know you're not dreaming?" he teased, and pinched her ass.

Jane sat up, grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed, grinning. "That's it, Weller, you're going down."

"I thought I already did. If you want me to do it again..."

She considered for a moment, then shook her head. "I like you where you are."

"That makes two of us." He shifted his hips just a little, bucking up into her.

Jane slowly lifted herself up, almost all the way off him, before sinking back down on him just as carefully. Kurt sighed with pleasure as she repeated the motion, her body caressing his cock with every fluid rise and fall. "You feel so damn perfect."

Jane leaned down to kiss him, the glide of her lips over his turning him on even further. "Let me touch you," he murmured against her mouth.

She held him in thrall for another couple of seconds, then released his wrists. Kurt stroked up her sides to cup her breasts in his hands, rolling the pads of his thumbs against the tips. She bit her lip, and he only just resisted the urge to sit up and kiss her again.

He met her movements with thrusts of his hips, driving deep into her every time she lowered herself. She increased her pace a little, shifting her angle until her breath hitched. "Tell me if I hurt you?"

His leg was only a little sore, but even if he'd been in agony, he wouldn't have stopped her. Nodding, he gripped her hips, supporting her as she moved.

Jane took him faster, more forcefully, and Kurt caught her rhythm, his own urgency igniting. Her body rippled and tensed with her impending release, and for the hundredth time he mentally cursed the injury that stopped him from really driving her wild.

His thoughts short-circuited when she took his hand and guided it to just above where they were joined, a heated plea in her expression. As she rode him, he dipped his fingers down to the slickness where he ended and she began, then back up to her clit, pressing down in the spot where she'd reacted most strongly to his tongue earlier.

Jane gave a needy whimper, tense and on the verge of her climax, and he willed her over the edge, his own orgasm perilously close.

She gasped his name as she reached her peak, falling forward onto her hands as she rode it out. Kurt pulled her down into a breathless kiss, the rhythmic pulses of her climax sending him past the edge of thought and into mindless motion. He pounded up into her, ignoring the protest of his wounded leg, and finally lost it, spilling deep inside her.

"I love you so much, Kurt." Her fingers tangled in his hair as she brushed a kiss against the side of his neck.

"No regrets about California?" he teased softly, trying to catch his breath.

"Maybe we could go for a long weekend or something." She rolled her weight off him, far too soon for his liking, but immediately stretched out along the length of his side.

He brushed her messy hair out of her eyes and nodded. "On the way to Australia."

"Australia?" She blinked at him. "What's in Australia?"

"It's somewhere to explore." He shrugged. "Somewhere new to visit. We could go scuba diving."

"We should. Eventually, anyway. If we go somewhere like that, we should go for a month, go backpacking and exploring."

"After the baby's born, then." Kurt stifled a yawn, not wanting to end this perfect night yet. "We should go somewhere else between now and then, for a week or two. Where have you always wanted to go? I mean, since you've been you?"

Jane thought about it. "Italy. Rome and Venice… We could visit all the ancient places where history was made."

"Deal." He was already turning over possibilities in his mind, wondering how much post-case paperwork they'd have to get through before they were free to travel.

"On one condition," Jane added, nudging him. "Your leg has to be a hundred percent healed first. No booking a trip until the dressings come off."

"I thought I was gonna be the sensible one in this relationship?" He grinned at her, sitting up to pull the blankets over them.

"We can take turns." Now Jane was yawning. She smothered it with her hand, then sighed. "Sorry. The fourth thing on my list of things we can do without you having to move? It's...sleeping. I want to stay awake, but I didn't get a great night's sleep last night. All the adrenaline from the near-death experience and then worrying about your injury, and about us..."

Kurt kissed her forehead. "You deserve some rest. We both do. Get some sleep, okay? I'll be here when you wake up."

Jane gave him a sweet, lingering kiss that made his heart swell, then turned onto her stomach and pulled a pillow closer, making sure her arm still rested against his side. "Goodnight."

Kurt thought about turning over, but decided against it as his leg protested again. He reached over to turn out the light. "Goodnight, Jane."

After Jane's breathing grew deep and even in the rhythm of sleep, Kurt lay awake for a while, not wanting to release his hold on consciousness in case tomorrow held some new threat for them, something that would ruin this new bliss they'd found.

Even if it does…we'll face it together and come through it stronger. We always do.

With that thought, he finally allowed himself to sleep.