Author's Note: Yay, the Jeller alone-time update! Before everything goes a little bit wrong, because this is me and there has to be at least SOME drama. :D But first, sexytimes.

"No-no-no-no," Allie gasped. "I'm done—I'm done!"

If they hadn't had company, Kurt might have given her one more orgasm, just because he could. She hadn't yet used her safeword, after all. But Jane was still sitting quietly by their side, an empty Scotch glass in her naked lap, watching Allie's desperation with slightly incredulous amusement. He released Allie's hips, which he'd been pinning to the bed for the last ten minutes of his endeavour, and Allie sighed with relief, immediately curling into a ball, the way she always did when she was recovering from an excess of pleasure.

"Talk about showing me how it's done," Jane said, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Don't feel bad, Jane. I've slept with a fair amount of people, and only one other guy was as good as Kurt." Allie's voice held a note of satisfaction that made him smile, even as he wasn't sure how to react to the praise.

"Plus I was throwing you off your stride, distracting you," he said to Jane, still a little confused as to why she hadn't let him finish with her before moving on to Allie.

It shouldn't matter to you, Weller.

But it did.

Jane poured some water and held the glass out to Allie, who unfurled enough to raise herself up on one elbow. "Thank you so much. I'm parched."

Jane handed Kurt a glass, and as her fingers brushed his, the inadvertent touch sent a tingle through his skin. He thanked her quietly. "You okay?"

"Hell, no, she's not okay," Allie said, rolling her eyes as she sat up. "She made you leave her hanging to get me off two hundred times."

As Kurt grinned at her hyperbolic estimate, Jane shook her head, a little shyly. "It's all right. I've calmed down again now. Mostly."

Allie leaned over and kissed her, slow and seductive, her fingers running up and down Jane's arm in a teasing caress. Kurt watched Jane begin to melt, his cock becoming even harder than before. Fuck, I want her.

He moved across the bed to sit against the headboard, taking advantage of the better view.

Jane bit her lip as Allie moved back, desire plain on her face.

"How about now?" Allie teased, smiling.

"Getting warmer," Jane admitted.

Allie leaned over to Kurt, giving him a kiss just as slow and provocative, her fingertips skimming up his shaft. Before he could pull her into his lap, she drew away, leaving him frustrated. "Allie…"

"Nope. Not me. You have to take Jane."

Kurt's pulse skyrocketed. Yes. God, yes.

"Are you sure?" Jane asked Allie, looking as though she wanted to give way to Allie's pleasure once more.

Was she trying to duck out? Was this becoming too much for her?

"Jane," he said softly.

Her gaze immediately lifted to his.

"If you'd rather end this here…"

Dismay flickered across her face, before she suppressed it. "No, I…" She sighed. "I just don't want to take what's meant for Allie."

The brief flicker of her gaze down to his hard-on ensured he got what she meant.

Allie pulled Jane into another kiss before Kurt could formulate a reply. "Jane, you're incredibly sweet. But I've been there and done that."

"Ouch," Kurt said mildly, amused rather than hurt.

"And you haven't. Plus, I'm way ahead of you guys for orgasms now, so please—I insist." Allie wriggled down to the end of the bed and stood up, her legs still a little unsteady from the orgasms she'd mentioned.

Kurt took Jane's hand, tugging lightly, and Jane moved closer. She glanced at Allie, who was shrugging on her bathrobe.

"Where are you going?" Kurt frowned. It wasn't like her to skip even a single moment of voyeurism if she could help it.

"I'm gonna see if I can figure out something for us to eat. After all that, I'm feeling more into food than sex." She crossed back to the bed and kissed Kurt again, brief but hot. "Maybe we can even all go again if we get some energy back."

Before he could process what was happening, she was giving Jane a quick kiss. "I don't get to say this often, but please—fuck my boyfriend. He's gonna die of sexual frustration otherwise, and then who'll help solve your tattoo cases?"

She leaned in and whispered something in Jane's ear, and Jane grinned. Before Kurt could get Allie's attention again, she turned and left the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind her.

Why was it that she seemed to have taken all of the air out of the room with her?

Kurt looked over at Jane, to find her rising up onto her knees. As she turned to straddle his lap, he forgot all about Allie, catching Jane's waist and urging her closer, stretching up to brush a soft kiss over the burning rose above her navel. As Jane exhaled shakily, he guided her lower, sucking her nipple into his mouth for a few moments before allowing her to keep going.

When she was sitting in his lap, he tilted his head back a little to look into her face. "What did she say to you?"

Jane smiled, and he was mesmerised by the desire in her expression. "I have orders to give you a little payback before we do this."

He blinked, but before he could ask what she meant, Jane took hold of his cock and stroked firmly upward, the touch making him groan softly. She'd already given him head tonight, and that had been incredible, but having her face within kissing distance, her arousal wetting the base of his shaft as she stroked him just like that—ahhh, fuck, Jane…

He grabbed her hips and slid her closer, ensuring her clit was pressed against his cock, and arched his hips up into her next stroke. "Better?"

"Mmmm…" Jane's eyes were closed, a smile teasing the corners of her lips, and he gazed at her face, slowly thrusting into her hand, wondering if he'd ever be able to watch her from this close up again.

Jane was moving now, too, in the same slow, irresistible rhythm—rocking against his shaft, taking her pleasure from him and continuing to teasingly jerk him off at the same time. He slid his hands up her sides to cup her breasts, rolled her taut nipples against the pads of his thumbs, enjoyed the way she shivered under his hands.

"Kurt…oh, my god…"

Everything about this moment was so languid, hedonistic, just plain sexy. As Jane's head fell back a little, Kurt kissed her throat, all the way up to her jaw, then around to her neck tattoo. She clutched his shoulder with her free hand as she almost lost her balance, and Kurt caught her, wrapping his arms around her as he nipped the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, then kissed the teasing bite away.

He could stay like this forever, holding her in his arms as they swayed together, their need gradually escalating, but not yet at a critical point. Her scent, her warmth, the sound of her voice as she softly called his name—it was all perfect.

But it hurt like hell to think that this was the only time they'd be this close, sharing this anticipation of what was about to happen.

He still hadn't been able to bring himself to kiss her lips, the memory of her absence from the park still raw. If he kissed her tonight, it would feel like he'd lost all control, couldn't even hold a tiny part of himself back—which he needed to do. This is just a one-night stand. It doesn't change anything. It doesn't change how she stood me up, and how she let me back off without a fight. It doesn't change that I'm with Allie now.

Banishing the wave of pain to the back of his mind, he focused on the moment, skimming his fingers up and down Jane's spine. "Let me in, Jane."

As if she'd been waiting for him to ask, she lifted her weight a little way off his lap—not far enough that he could penetrate her, but almost. Then, as he breathed a frustrated curse, she slowly sank back down, then rose again.

Kurt forgot how to think as she brushed the head of his cock against her clit, then returned to her starting position, laughing softly.

He gazed up into her face, letting her see his desperate need to be inside her. "Again."

She slowly lifted up, and he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth as soon as it was within reach. Jane faltered, not wanting to give up the stimulation by rising too high, and he teased the nipple with his tongue before releasing it from his mouth. A little less smoothly than before, she continued to rise, and this time his cock slid against her entrance. If she'd just come back down to him…

"Yes?" she whispered, her eyes locked on his.

"God, yes." Could she feel his pulse beating through his cock? He could hardly stand it, wanted to pull her down and bury himself inside her—but he also needed it to be Jane's decision.

She lowered herself just a little, and he gripped the base of his cock, holding it ready for her. Lower, and they both moaned as he breached her opening. She held onto his shoulders to steady herself, her gaze still holding his, and eased down farther, almost all the way. Up again just a little…then she took him to the hilt.

Fuck. Oh, fuck.

Kurt wrapped his arms around her, pulling her as close as he could get her, and she rested her forehead against his. They were both breathing hard, and he felt each of her shaky exhalations on his face. God, he wanted to kiss her, but he still couldn't break free of the need to hold back, even though he could practically feel her lips on his.

Jane ran her fingertips over his cheek, and the lust in her expression was overwhelmed by sorrow. She closed her eyes, hiding from him, a touch of shame in her face now.

"Look at me, Jane."

She held out for a second, then opened her eyes, focusing on him again. Her attention drifted down to his lips, but she didn't move to kiss him, as though she was holding back just as much as he was. She gazed at him, her breasts rising and falling with each unsteady breath, her features a study in need and sadness.

He couldn't stand it. If tonight was all they had, he couldn't bear not to take everything he could.

Fuck it.

He kissed her desperately, time seeming to slow as he rolled her onto the bed and drove deeper into her with both his cock and his tongue. Finally giving her everything, denying her nothing.

Jane gasped into the kiss, returning it with just as much passion. She wound her arms around him as he took her hard, every roll of his hips sending a deep jolt of pleasure through him, each of Jane's moans both an erotic torment and a validation.

She was perfect. They were perfect. As his body surged against hers, one word reverberated through his soul.

Mine.

Oh, my god… If this is a dream, I never want it to end.

Jane's whole body was aflame with need, each of Kurt's urgent thrusts sending sparks right to her clit. She couldn't bear to stop kissing him, needed his lips more than she needed oxygen. Kurt's skin against hers, his cock within her, their desperate, panting breaths mingling as they rocked together—all of it combined to make up the most intimate, wonderful, profound sensory experience of her remembered life.

They'd been holding back—at least with kisses. That night outside his apartment building, when she'd made the leap from wanting him from afar to kissing him, had felt momentous, like the start of something real and true. But Kurt had dismissed that possibility just days later, and the pain of his rejection had been eating at her ever since. She'd been unable to hide that from him tonight, though she'd tried, and she'd seen an answering sorrow within him.

Then he'd spilled her to the bed with a kiss so demanding, so completely possessive, that her heart had leapt. It felt almost as though he were claiming her, his body powerful and solid against hers, pressing her down against the mattress.

Briefly, she thought of Allie and reminded herself that this wasn't what it felt like. Kurt was in a relationship, and Jane was just a friend with very temporary benefits.

But then Kurt changed the angle of his thrusts, and she was lost to the moment, crying out into his kiss and seizing a handful of the blanket beneath them as her desire rose to dizzying heights.

Kurt lifted his head, breaking their kiss, and watched her teeter on the brink of climax, still hitting the perfect spot with every rock of his hips. His gaze was intense, as though he needed to watch her come, and Jane knew she'd remember the look on his face every time she touched herself from now on.

She cried out his name, her head thrown back and her entire body shaking as she arched into the unbelievable ecstasy. Kurt groaned, slowing his thrusts, and she sensed he was close to the edge, trying not to lose himself just yet.

As soon as she could think past the echoes of her climax, she pulled him down into another kiss. He trembled in her arms, the slow, firm glide of his lips against hers stoking the embers of her desire.

"Jane," he breathed against her lips. "God, you feel…"

As if words failed him, he shook his head, then rolled them over, gazing up at her as she sat up. His hands roamed her body—up her sides, over her breasts, down her abdomen, over her hips to cup her ass—as though he couldn't get enough of any part of her.

Jane began to ride him steadily, taking what she needed, letting her body take control and find its own rhythm. Kurt pressed his thumb gently over her clit, and she bit her lip as every roll of her hips sent a fresh burst of pleasure through her.

"Fuck, you're incredible," he murmured, the heat in his eyes just making her more aroused.

"You, too," Jane whispered.

He began to take her from below, matching her rhythm. Jane sped up, seeking one more orgasm before he finished.

With each fast, fluid motion of her hips, she drew closer to her goal, slamming down to meet his thrusts, rising to build the tension they shared. She gasped a curse as he palmed her breasts, his rough touch against her nipples the final element she needed.

"Come with me?" she pleaded, precariously clinging to sanity.

Kurt nodded, his jaw taut with the effort of holding on, and she finally allowed herself to slip, falling forward onto her hands and letting the ecstasy sweep her away. Kurt wrapped his arms around her, dragging her down to lie on his chest, and drove into her over and over, hard and deep, until he ground his hips against hers with a growl of satisfaction.

Jane buried her face in his neck as she drifted into the afterglow, struggling to catch her breath. That was…oh, god, just perfect.

Where only seconds before, he'd been a solid mass of tension, every muscle taut, now Kurt was relaxed beneath her, his fingers running up and down her back. Neither of them tried to break the silence, each recovering composure as their pounding hearts slowed.

She could have stayed the way they were for much longer, but then Jane remembered Allie. He's not mine to hold on to. I should get up. Reluctantly, she lifted her head, but before she could open her eyes and orient herself, Kurt kissed her again, unhurried and sensual.

One last kiss, Jane told herself, pushing away the pang of loss that tried to take root in her chest. Just this one.

Had he remembered Allie, too? Or was his brain still catching up to reality? Either way, he seemed in no hurry to release her from his arms, their kiss stretching on and on, until Jane could no longer bear how right it felt to be with him like this.

This has to end.

He was slow to let go of her as she sat up, then carefully lifted her weight off him. Once they were no longer joined, Jane reached for a nearby comforter and wrapped it around herself, unable to meet his eyes as she covered up.

Kurt sat up, and she sensed he was feeling just as awkward as she was. What could they say to each other now? Had it been as overwhelmingly intense for him as it had been for her?

It felt wrong to smile and say, "Thanks, that was fun," but what else was there?

"Jane."

She glanced over, trying not to seem as though she had regrets, but equally not wanting him to think she was too attached to him now.

His gaze was concerned. "You okay?"

Jane tried a smile. "Yeah…just relearning how to think, I guess. Wow."

He smiled back, though it wasn't quite as sincere as the smiles she'd gotten used to from him. "'Wow' is right," he agreed.

"Allie's neighbours probably hate us right now."

At the mention of Allie's name, Kurt frowned. "I thought she'd be back by now."

"You should go check on her," Jane said, giving him permission, so that he didn't have to feel uncomfortable about suggesting it.

He hesitated, then nodded. "Probably should." Reaching for his underwear, he shifted to the edge of the bed. "You okay alone for a few minutes?"

"Yeah," Jane reassured him, genuinely amused by the question. "Pretty sure there's not an assassin with an AK-47 under the bed."

"You never know. One could have snuck in while we were busy. I sure wouldn't have noticed."

Me either.

Kurt pulled on his jeans for good measure, then stepped towards the door. With a quick smile in Jane's direction, headed out, leaving the door ajar behind him.

Jane closed her eyes and sighed. I knew this was a bad idea, but…I'm still glad it happened. Now I just have to deal with the consequences.