Author's Note: This is my first update in a while, I know! I can only apologise. My health is never good, but it's been worse than usual lately. I'm hoping I'm back on an upward trajectory again now, but who knows? Anyway, enjoy this gratuitous smut (and I promise there will be a few chapters without smut after this one).
"How's the pain?" Jane asked, looking down at his thigh as they settled on the couch.
"Not too bad now." He sighed. "I know I need to rest it more, but…"
"I know." Jane rested her head on his bare shoulder. He'd cooked and eaten breakfast without a shirt, and it had been difficult not to just sit and stare at him the whole time. Kurt Weller in nothing but a pair of worn blue jeans. Heaven. "Just think how great it's gonna be, when you're all healed up in a few weeks."
"I'm already making plans." Her pulse skipped at the huskiness of his tone.
"We should slow things down a little for now. Only do what we know won't hurt your leg." Jane looked up at him from under her lashes, unable to hide her desire.
Kurt kissed her, deep and provocative. Jane closed her eyes and surrendered to it, a soft moan escaping her throat as his tongue stroked over hers. When they finally withdrew, their breath trembling, Jane tried to gather her thoughts. "Just kissing you is more than I ever thought I'd get to do again, so even if that's all we do until you're up to it…"
Kurt traced his fingertips over her cheek. "I know. And I still can't get over how good kissing you feels."
Their lips met again, longing and need becoming a charged current between them as their hands began to wander. Jane sighed against his mouth as Kurt toyed with the button of the shirt she'd stolen from him, and leaned back. "You know where this is leading. We can't keep doing this, Kurt."
He raised an eyebrow, mischief in his eyes. "How about if we agree not to go past second base?"
She couldn't help but laugh. "That sounds…unrealistic."
"You say 'unrealistic'; I say 'a challenge'." He paused, then added, "Okay, it might be around twenty years since I last tried it, but…"
After a moment of hesitation, temptation and common sense waging an inner battle, Jane pulled her cell phone out of her pocket again. "I'm setting an alarm. If we can keep our hands above the waist for thirty minutes, then we win."
She felt his curious gaze on her as she leaned forward to set the phone down on the floor, then pushed it out of easy reach.
"And if we win, what's the prize?" he asked, pulling her back into his embrace.
"Cold showers and chaste thoughts?" she teased, already knowing there was only one way this would end.
"You're not exactly selling me on this idea." He toyed with a lock of her hair, his clear green eyes amused.
"Okay…how about..." She pretended to think about it. "If we manage thirty minutes, I'll know you have enough self-control to keep absolutely still while I ride you very carefully. But then we cool it off, okay? For at least a couple of days."
"Deal." Kurt reached for her hand and ran his fingers over the honeycomb tattoo adorning the back of it. "And—since we have about twenty-nine minutes to kill—I think I want to spend some time examining these tattoos."
Jane shivered as he traced his fingers over the hexagonal pattern with a gentle reverence, then pressed his lips to the same patch of inked skin. This had the potential to test her patience far more than Kurt's.
"I've been wanting to kiss all of these for so long," he confessed, trailing his lips up over the arch on her forearm, then around to the barcode on her inner wrist. He lingered at the sensitive pulse point until she squirmed with frustration, then lowered her arm from his mouth, grinning at her. "What?"
Jane kissed him hard, channelling all of her sexual tension into it as she curled her fingers into his chest hair. He gave a soft groan and mirrored her desperation right back at her, unbuttoning her shirt and stripping it away, then easing his fingers just barely under the waistband of her pants.
"Nn-nnnn," she warned against his lips, then turned her head to break their kiss. "That's not allowed."
His laughter said he knew it. He cupped her face in his hands instead, gazing at her with amusement, arousal and love. "Better kiss these tattoos before I forget about them." He laid a line of soft kisses over her forehead, then each one of her cheeks, where the invisible CDC virus batch numbers had been tattooed. Jane hadn't given a thought to those tattoos for a long time, and couldn't help but feel touched that he remembered they were there, even if they were only viewable in specific circumstances.
"You're very thorough," she said, letting her fingers wander down his abdomen, over the trail of hair that disappeared into his jeans. It wouldn't take much movement to bring her hand into contact with the ridge where his cock pushed against the denim, and her palm itched with the temptation, but she made herself look back up at his face, resisting.
Kurt had obviously seen her checking him out; his eyes were dark with desire as he turned her head and pushed back the hair covering her left ear. "This was the first tattoo we ever solved, and you were so determined to come with us on the case," he said softly, before pressing his lips to the address inked in Chinese behind her left ear.
"And you were so determined to keep me away," she countered, resting her forehead on his shoulder as he continued down from the address to the bird tattoo on her neck.
"Looking back, it's so obvious now that I was gonna fall in love with you." Was it the growl in his voice or the sweep of his tongue over her neck that was making her so wet for him? Jane couldn't say.
"Has it been thirty minutes yet?" She explored the solid muscle of his back and shoulders with her fingers, kissing his chest as he drew back from her neck.
"We could pretend it is. But that would be cheating."
His callused palms cupped her breasts, and she leaned into his touch with an appreciative sigh, pushing him back a little so she could duck her head and tease one of his nipples with her tongue.
"Jane…"
She pushed him back a little more, then backed off enough that she could cover his abs in lines of kisses, gradually moving lower until he cursed and pulled her back up. "You're not playing fair."
"Neither were you."
He just laughed, not bothering to refute her claim, and found her lips again.
Jane succumbed to his hungry kisses for a while, pressing her thighs together to try to ease the hot, pulsing ache between her legs. It only made things worse, especially when Kurt brushed his fingers against the hard tips of her breasts. She moaned into his mouth, cursing herself for not choosing a shorter amount of time until their alarm.
"If you keep rubbing your thighs together like that, could you come?" Kurt murmured, rolling her nipples between his fingers.
She rocked her hips experimentally, the movement sending a new frisson of pleasure through her. "Probably not, but it would feel good."
"I want you in my lap so damn much." His voice was breathless, husky, every syllable betraying his need. "Everything is perfect when I'm inside you."
Jane half-whimpered, squirming against the couch again. "You're making this ten times harder."
"Feels like it."
Jane kissed his lips again, trying to shut off the delicious flow of dirty talk. "You're not helping."
"I don't think you want me to help. I think you want to know what else I might say." He nuzzled her ear, his breath making her skin tingle.
"Kurt…" she pleaded, curling her palms over the curves of his shoulders to stop her hands from wandering too far.
"Are you sure you set the alarm right? It's not gonna go off in thirty hours or something?" She sensed he was holding onto control by just as thin a thread as she was.
"Now that you've said that, I don't know." And she was too busy kissing him again to consider moving.
He spoke against her lips, in between kisses. "How about you check your phone, then we go back into the bedroom for however long we have left?"
Jane drew back slowly, biting her kiss-swollen lower lip. For a moment, all she could do was take in the sight of Kurt reclining against the cushions—shirtless, barefoot and with a noticeable tent in his jeans. She must have been staring, because he closed his eyes, running a hand across his face. "Jane, if you don't quit looking at me like that, I'm gonna do a lot of things that land me back in the hospital."
She tore her gaze away, unable to help her smile, and stood up to retrieve her phone from the floor.
"Just over three minutes left." It still seemed like an eternity.
Kurt got up, pulled her to her feet and back towards the bedroom. She followed as though she were the moth and he the flame, reaching for the button of his jeans as they reached the bed.
Kurt knocked her hand away. "If you touch me now…"
"I know," she said, dropping her phone on the mattress, then tugging on the drawstring that kept his sweatpants hitched above her hips. The bow unravelled and the pants fell to the floor. "Your turn."
He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans with obvious relief. She couldn't even imagine what it felt like to have his arousal so confined. As he carefully stripped down to nothing but the bandage on his leg, Jane slid onto the bed and checked the timer again. "One minute. Come here, Kurt."
He stretched out on his back, obviously resisting the urge to pull her down on top of him. "Ditch the alarm. We don't need it."
Jane quickly cancelled the countdown, removing the need for the intrusive alarm to interrupt them, then carefully straddled his hips. Kurt curled his fingers around either side of her waist, and she leaned down onto all fours to kiss him, still keeping her hips high above his.
"Think it's been a minute yet?" she breathed against his lips.
"Even if the answer is no, I'm saying yes." A tremor ran through him as she kissed him again. "Please, Jane. I need you."
"You have to stay still," she cautioned, reaching down between them to finally close her fist around his hot, hard length.
"I'll do my b—oh, fuck, Jane…" His eyes grew unfocused as she took him inside her.
Jane laughed at the unexpected profanity, loving the way he filled her, even as she made sure to rest enough weight on her forearms that she could keep her weight off his thighs.
He gripped her ass, trying to push her down lower, and she kissed his nose lightly in recrimination, resisting. "I'm in control, remember?"
Kurt swallowed hard, and nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
She lifted her hips higher, until his cock threatened to slip out of her, then sank down again, angling herself so that he hit her sweet spot. Again, then again, speeding up a little, watching the tortured pleasure flare on Kurt's face as he strove to hold himself in check.
She wanted more, wanted to throw caution to the wind and bounce in his lap, let him drive up into her the way he had yesterday, until they both fell apart. But it wasn't worth the setback it would cause to his injury. For now, she'd settle for this.
Kurt found her clit with the ease of a lover of many years, letting her grind against his slick thumb as she took him. "Feel good?"
She pressed her forehead into the pillow beside his head, her hips working a steady rhythm as her nipples brushed against his chest. "So good. You?"
"Staying still is…a challenge," he confessed, his breath shaking through his words.
She turned her head to kiss his neck. "I promise, once you're healed, I'll let you take me, so hard and so deep…"
Kurt groaned. "Count on it."
She picked up her pace, her thighs trembling as her pleasure built. "So close now," she gasped. "If I fall—"
"I'll catch you." His free hand moved to the back of her thigh, right below her ass. "I'll always catch you."
He would, she knew that. To save her weight from hurting his thigh, or to break her fall after a three-storey drop, he'd always be there for her.
She gasped out half-prayers, half-obscenities as her climax crested, arching her back and clutching fistfuls of the bedcovers as she shakily undulated through the orgasm. Kurt groaned, his hips jerking a couple of times before he managed to control himself, digging his fingers into her ass.
Jane tried to gather her composure, panting for breath, knowing that Kurt was still desperate to come. "Let me just…"
He laughed. "It's okay. You need to rest after that workout. Come lie down next to me. I can finish on my own."
Stubbornly, Jane rolled off him, then slid down to take his cock in her mouth. He moaned as she stroked him with one hand, turning her lips and tongue to the task of bringing him back to the edge.
"Jane—" The word was half warning, half plea, and she fought the urge to smile, knowing he was moments away from losing it.
He cried out as he came, spilling into her mouth, and she stayed where she was to coax him back down to earth with slow strokes and licks. After a moment longer, he murmured, "Come here?"
Jane carefully shifted up the bed, into his arms. "How's your leg feel? Did we screw up?"
Kurt smiled, his eyes closed, and shook his head. "No worse than before. Though it almost killed me trying to stay still."
Relieved, she rested her head against his chest. "Your self-control is iron."
He kissed the top of her head. "I knew you'd blame yourself if I hurt myself more. I didn't want that to happen."
Jane snuggled closer, overwhelmed with love. "Kurt…"
"It was worth it to watch you. To feel you come around me." He trailed his fingers through her hair. "But let's skip the thirty-minute endurance session next time. Or at least reduce it."
"You didn't have fun tormenting me?" she teased.
"Oh, I did. And being tormented. But every guy has limits."
Jane laughed under her breath. "I'll bear that in mind."
He trailed his fingers up her spine, to rest the flat of his hand over his name on her back. Now that she knew how much that tattoo meant to him, the gesture made her smile.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, Kurt asked, "So, what do you want to do with the rest of the day?"
"Well, since we can't go out without hurting your leg, we could put on a DVD or something? And eat chocolate cupcakes for lunch."
"My usual rule is 'no meals made entirely of sugar', but since we did save the world this week, I think I've earned a little leeway on that one."
"Well, cupcakes also contain flour and eggs. Also, with rules like that, you're destined to be a great dad."
His arms tightened around her a little. "I hope so."
Jane glanced up. "Still worried?"
Kurt shrugged. "It's natural, I guess. But Sarah seems to be coping fine with Sawyer, and she can't even keep a houseplant alive."
"You're gonna be fine. As soon as you meet your little girl, it's all gonna click into place." Jane had to admit, as hurt as she'd been to find out that Allie was pregnant with Kurt's child—especially after she'd done the math and figured out the conception date—Kurt's enthusiasm about his new role in life was endearing.
"At least I know I'll do better than my old man."
Jane cupped his face gently. "I know your childhood was hard. But you turned into the best kind of man, Kurt. And you can learn from his mistakes."
"Thank you." He turned his head to kiss her palm. "It means a lot that you think so."
"You bring out the best in people. Between you and Allie, your daughter can't lose," Jane said, looking him in the eye so he'd know how deeply she believed it.
He paused, absorbing her words. Then he shook his head, as though dismissing the subject. "Even so, I think I want to watch a movie without any parenting today. Anything you want to avoid?"
Jane didn't even have to think about it. "I think we've had enough terrorism in our lives lately."
"No parenting, no terrorism. That drastically cuts down our choices." Kurt gazed up at the ceiling, as though mentally going through his DVD collection. "You remember ever seeing The Matrix?"
Jane shook her head, recognising the title of the movie, but not recalling anything else about it.
"I think we have a plan."
As they dressed and relocated to the living room, Jane wondered if this kind of relaxed domesticity seemed normal to most people—or even mundane. It was so new to her that it was almost overwhelming. She couldn't imagine ever getting tired of it.