Author's Note: Whoo hoo! Final chapter! I can't even remember the last time I finished a multi-chapter fic, so I'm relieved to have managed this one. Thank you all for reading along!

Kurt still had unanswered questions. What time-sensitive lead had Jane been following that night, as he'd been waiting at the park? How had she come across it? Had it led to anything else? If it had, why hadn't she told any of them about it? What else had she been hiding?

But he could get answers from her at work. Right now, he just needed Jane. Nothing else mattered.

Thank you, Allie.

Jane's kisses were firm and eager, as though she was surer of her feelings for him than anything else in her life. Given that her past was mostly a blank, maybe that was the truth.

She slid her arms around his waist, under his jacket, and smiled against his lips at his lack of clothing beneath. Amused, he pulled back to look at her. "You really had to take my shirt?"

"Look on the bright side," she said, pushing his jacket off his shoulders. "At least I don't have to take it off you now."

"Sure you don't want me to put it back on?" he teased.

"You could…but I was kind of hoping you'd take the rest off, instead." She ran her fingers suggestively over his belt buckle, looking up at him with a playfulness he'd rarely seen from her.

"I will if you will." He slid his fingers up under her shirt, and Jane lifted her arms, allowing him to pull it up over her head.

She moulded herself to him the moment her arms were free, her freshly showered skin warm and tempting against his. With her face against his shoulder, she murmured, "I don't… Is this…just for tonight?"

The idea of going back to just being friends in the morning, now that Allie had firmly taken herself out of the equation, made him tighten his arms around her possessively. "Not unless that's what you want."

"No." She stroked the nape of his neck, still not looking up at him. The touch sent tingles through his skin. "I want more. Of everything."

Relieved that they were on the same page, he tilted up her chin to look into her eyes. "Me too."

The slight tinge of anxiety faded from her expression, replaced by joyful heat. She kissed him again, confident and demanding now. Kurt responded with just as much urgency, pushing her pants and underwear down over her hips before she could get his belt buckle unfastened.

Distractedly, she kicked her clothing aside as he stroked between her thighs, getting his fingertips thoroughly wet before seeking out her clit. She gasped against his mouth, barely finishing her task of unzipping his jeans before clutching his shoulders for support.

He reluctantly ended their kiss, but only to orient himself within the room and gauge the distance to the couch. She'd need to be off her feet for what he had planned.

"C'mon, sit down." He guided her a few steps over to the couch, but resisted her attempt to pull him down with her.

"Where are you going?" Jane asked, sliding her hand over the front of his jeans as he straightened. Fuck, that feels good…

Kurt shed the rest of his clothing, already far too uncomfortable to keep his cock confined. Before Jane could distract him, he knelt on the floor in front of her and nudged her thighs apart. "I'm right here."

She bit her lip, anticipation plain on her face, and nodded.

He couldn't help but tease a little, kissing down from the burning rose tattoo in a meandering series of curves that brought him lower and lower each time, until he was nuzzling her upper thighs. Jane closed her eyes as he breathed over her clit, barely able to control himself, but wanting to draw this out for as long as he could.

Jane ran her fingers across his scalp, a silent plea for more, and he gave in, flattening his tongue over the curve of her body as he tasted her. A shiver ran through her, and she spread her legs farther open, tilting her hips to give him as much access as she could. "Kurt…"

He allowed himself a brief smile at her complete surrender, then began to explore, seeking out every tiny spot that made her tremble against his tongue. He mentally catalogued every reaction, learning her responses by heart. When her low hums of appreciation became gasps, then moans, he knew he had her right where she needed to be. Where he needed her to be.

With every sound she made, he became more and more satisfied—not sexually, but somewhere deep in his chest. It had always been a point of pride for him to make sure his partners were taken care of during sex, but he'd never felt so connected to the person he was with before.

"I'm almost—" Jane interrupted herself with a ragged gasp, writhing against his tongue, and Kurt fought back a smile.

Fuck, she's beautiful like this. She would have been stunning even without the tattoos, her toned muscles rippling with every undulation of her body, but the dark ink against her pale skin made her look almost otherworldly.

"Kurt…oh…"

Every time she moaned his name like that, it drove him crazy. He fought the urge to break off and lift her onto his cock. He needed her so badly that he ached, but he ignored his body's demands, focusing on Jane.

My Jane. He'd tried so hard to put her behind him, and never even come close. Now she was seconds away from coming against his tongue, and he was done trying to pretend. I need her.

Jane dug her nails into the couch cushion as she came, her body trembling with every wave of her climax. He licked her clit slowly, gently, letting most of her tremors fade before escalating things again. It didn't take much stimulation to bring her back up to a panting, writhing, delicious mess, and he wondered how many times she could stand for him to bring her back to this desperate state.

One day soon, he'd find out, but tonight he needed to be face to face with her. He already missed her kisses, her breasts against his chest, her arms around him…

Just a couple more, then.

It didn't take long for her to tip over the edge a second time, this orgasm less intense than the first, but from her sighing, arching reaction, no less pleasurable. His pulse pounded through his cock, demanding that he satisfy himself, but he ignored it, stoking the embers of Jane's climax back into searing heat.

"Oh, god…" She opened her eyes to watch him, her inner muscles clenching around his fingers as she realised he was watching her, too. A flick of his tongue, and she cried out, her head falling back as she pressed against him.

Come on, Jane. Again.

As though his mind spoke directly to her body, she spiralled into another climax, shuddering in his arms as he abandoned his task and enfolded her in his embrace. She slid from the couch into his lap, kissing him hungrily, and he couldn't help but rock his hips up against her.

As soon as she regained enough composure to realise what he needed, Jane lifted up and took him inside her. The aftershocks still rippling through her made him groan into her mouth. So fucking hot…

Jane drew back to look around at their current position—sitting on the floor, in front of the couch—and sighed. "Guess we should have gone to bed before we started."

"I can get us there."

Jane was just about to ask what he meant, but then Kurt got to his feet, lifting her at the same time. It must have taken some serious strength. "Wow. I'm impressed."

"Good to know." He readjusted his grip on the backs of her thighs, then took the first steps towards the bedroom.

She laughed softly, unable to believe that she was being carried to bed by Kurt Weller, both of them completely naked. His penetration made every step he took pleasurable, and she couldn't help but distract him with a kiss.

He made it to the bedroom, but set her down on the dresser just inside the door, giving her an intense, demanding kiss as he pulled her more firmly onto his cock. Jane laughed, looking over his shoulder at the bed, a mere three feet away. "Was the bed too far away?"

His gaze was full of raw, undisguised lust. "We'll get there. Just…keeping things interesting."

Interesting? Like there's a way sex with you could ever be boring? Jane was too busy kissing him for the words to make it to her lips.

Kurt spread her legs wider, and Jane caught her breath in anticipation as he gradually withdrew, until his cock was barely inside her. Instead of slamming back into her, he re-entered just as slowly, cupping her face in one hand as he pressed his forehead against hers.

Jane marvelled at his self-control. All night, he'd put her pleasure—and Allie's—before his own. In his place, Jane would have gone crazy by now.

"What?" he asked, arching an eyebrow quizzically.

"I just don't understand how you're so patient."

He shook his head, a small smile at the corners of his lips. "Patient is…the wrong word. But I don't want this to end yet."

I can relate to that. "What do you want?"

He gave her a brief, affectionate kiss. "Laugh if you want, but I just want to feel you. And for you to feel me."

As he demonstrated what he meant, drawing back for another slow, toe-curling thrust, Jane attempted to gather her words into something that made sense. "Why would I laugh at that?"

He kept going, each languid withdrawal making her miss him, and each equally slow return making her quiver. "Because it sounds like a line. Something I say to everyone I'm with." He caught her gaze and held it, letting her see the truth in his eyes. "It's not, Jane."

A little overwhelmed by his intensity, she nodded. Even if he hadn't given her the reassurance, she would have known it. Kurt Weller was no more capable of dissembling in the bedroom than he was in the rest of his life. Theatrics weren't his style.

He took her a few more times, and Jane leaned back on her hands, letting herself be slowly and thoroughly possessed. Inevitably, his control began to falter, and she tightened her inner muscles around his cock as much as she could, wanting to provoke him.

He groaned, grabbing her ass and sinking as deep inside her as he could. "God, Jane, that feels so damn good."

"Stop holding back," she whispered against his ear, curving her hand around the nape of his neck.

He remained still for long enough to give her a hard, searing kiss, then finally let go of his iron control, taking her in steady, insistent surges that became more urgent with every second that passed. Jane braced her feet against the dresser, meeting every thrust with a rock of her hips, lost in their primal rhythm as pleasure wound her muscles tight. Just a little more, and she'd come again.

He dug his fingertips into her ass, somehow increasing his power and pace, giving her the pounding she craved so desperately. The dresser beneath her hit the wall with every forceful thrust, but neither of them cared, too caught up in each other to worry about their surroundings.

Jane was almost there, the climax just a heartbeat away, when something in the dresser cracked, and the surface she was sitting on dropped a couple of inches on one side. Her system jolting with adrenaline that had nothing to do with sex, she grabbed Kurt's biceps instinctively, a shocked cry tearing from her throat. He caught her waist a split second later, freezing in place. They stared at each other, slow to process what had just happened.

Kurt grinned, giving a short, breathless laugh, as Jane groaned good-naturedly at the loss of her climax. He lifted her off the damaged dresser and over to the bed, and as soon as she hit the mattress, Jane dragged him down over her.

"Sorry about that," he said, sounding more predatory than apologetic. A thrill flared through her, the unguarded need in his face turning frustration into heat.

Really don't care about the dresser right now, Jane thought, but kissed him instead of saying it, insisting without words that he resume where he'd left off.

Kurt didn't need any further encouragement. Jane clawed at his back, gasping a plea, as he hammered into her hard and fast. Yes, yes, yes, oh god, fuck me, Kurt, please, yes—

Then she was arching and twisting in the grip of a powerful orgasm, and Kurt was grinding his hips against hers in rhythmic, demanding jolts. He growled with satisfaction against her ear, both of them panting and trembling as they collapsed together.

Jane nuzzled his shoulder, enjoying the residual tingles of her climax and Kurt's weight pinning her down. I love this. It's just…perfect.

He kissed her neck breathlessly, then rolled them over, wrapping her in a tight hug like the one they'd shared after their first time, at Allie's.

She smiled and kissed the side of his neck, a soft chuckle escaping her before she could stop it.

"I'll get you a new dresser," Kurt said, his voice low and contented.

Only now remembering how they'd broken it, Jane sighed. "Figures it would break. It's been one of those days where everything goes wrong, so why not?"

He tightened his arms around her. "At least one thing worked out."

Jane trailed her fingers up and down his side. "True." She sighed. "When we were like this before, at Allie's, I didn't want to let you go. And I couldn't believe you liked to cuddle after sex."

Kurt's voice held a hint of a smile. "I don't seem like the snuggling type?"

Jane lifted her head to look down at him. "Honestly? I never let myself get as far as imagining that." It would have been too painful to imagine but never to have.

Kurt gave her a soft, lingering kiss. "And I always knew you'd be a snuggler."

Jane frowned, trying to follow his train of thought. "What made you so sure?"

He grinned. "You've been trying to cuddle up to me since that first night in the interrogation room, when your hands were all over my face."

"I have not!" She fought laughter, loving how relaxed and mischievous he was right then.

"No?" He kissed her again, his lips curved against hers. "How about at the top of the Statue of Liberty?"

She opened her mouth and closed it again, unable to deny that she'd gravitated towards him as he'd come to her side. "What can I say? You're comfortable to lean against. I can't help that."

"Huh, now we're getting to the good stuff. Tell me more about me."

After all of the stress, infuriation, confusion and heartache of the past day, it felt good to laugh. "No. Because if I do, we'll end up having sex again, and I'm exhausted."

That was no exaggeration—everything was beginning to catch up to her, and she felt as though even her bones were turning to mush.

Kurt gazed up at her, the affection in his gaze tinged with concern. "As much as I want to hear these thoughts that will lead to us having sex again…you have a point. Even I'm tired, and I didn't have to fight Turner or Akhtar today."

"You got to spend less time with Rich, too," Jane said, reluctantly rolling out of Kurt's arms.

He groaned. "Let's never mention Rich while we're naked—ever again."

"Deal. I didn't even want to think about him." Jane grabbed her bathrobe, then reached out and entwined her fingers with Kurt's for a moment. "I'll be right back."

Once they were both back in bed, the covers pulled up around them as they spooned together in the dark, Jane yawned. "Kurt?"

"Hmmm?" He sounded half asleep already, and warmth built in her chest at how relaxed he seemed around her. There was no trace of the awkwardness they'd felt in Allie's bed, and Jane was thankful for that, even as a twinge of guilt made her frown.

"Think Allie will be okay?"

Kurt brushed his lips over the back of her neck. "She will be. She just needs a little space to work through things on her own."

Jane nodded, trying not to imagine how lonely and heartbroken Allie must be feeling. "I guess. I just… I never wanted to hurt her."

He tightened his arms around her. "She knows. And she doesn't blame you. There's no way she'd have set up this whole thing tonight if she thought you were trying to lure me away from her."

"Okay." Jane hesitated. "Do you think it would be too much, if I thanked her for hooking us up? In a week or two—not now, obviously."

"She wants me to give her a call in a couple of days, tell her if I managed to straighten things out between you and me." Kurt stroked her hair. "I'll see how she seems and let you know."

"Thanks," Jane murmured, trying to let go of her guilt.

"Relax," Kurt said gently, and she realised she'd tensed up as she'd been thinking it all over.

She took a deep breath and let it out again, burrowing back into Kurt's embrace. "It feels selfish…but I'm so glad you're here, Kurt."

There was a smile in his voice when he answered. "Me, too."

Two weeks later…

Allie cradled her coffee cup between her hands and gazed out across Central Park. It was still ten minutes until she was due to meet Jane, and Allie wasn't sure exactly how things were going to go.

From the very little she knew, Kurt and Jane were now together, and had stayed that way for two whole weeks, without any miscommunications severe enough to split them up. Nice going, Kurt. Maybe some of what I said actually permeated your skull.

Smothering a smile, she took another sip of coffee. Maybe she was a little bitter about the way things had worked out, but mostly, she was glad she'd ended things when she had. Sometimes, you just have to know when to let it go.

She headed down the path towards the Bethesda Fountain, where she and Jane had arranged to meet. As she approached, a couple of familiar figures caught her eye, and she slowed her step, watching them.

Kurt was speaking, a small smile on his face, and Jane was completely absorbed in what he was telling her, her eyes fixed on his face as though nothing else existed. Kurt leaned in and kissed her, his lips lingering slightly too long for a casual peck, then stepped back. The soft expression on his face made Allie doubly glad she'd ended things when she had. She'd never seen that look on his face before.

Jane watched him go, smiling to herself, and Allie lingered beside a group of tourists for a few seconds, giving the moment time to settle. Then she approached, acting as though she hadn't been stalling.

"Hey, Jane."

Allie went in for a hug, and sensed Jane's surprise as she returned it.

"Sorry. I wasn't sure if we were at the hugging stage or not," she said, a little awkwardly.

"With where our tongues have been, I'd say we probably are," Allie joked, trying to put her at ease.

Jane laughed, and together they sat on the edge of the fountain. "I hope I haven't hurt you by asking you to meet," she said, becoming more serious. "I just didn't want to leave things so unfinished between us."

Allie smiled, genuinely touched by her concern. "You don't have to worry about me. This whole thing was my idea, remember?"

"I know. I just…I'm grateful, but I guess I don't understand why, exactly. You could have just left Kurt, and that would have been simple." Jane shrugged, looking down at her hands. "Though I doubt he would have made another move on me if you hadn't done everything you did."

Allie sighed. "He's one of the most closed-off people I've ever met, so don't take that personally. I told you that time that he has walls that won't come down—though with you, I actually think they might." She sipped her coffee. "Anyway, I did it for me as much as I did it for you two. I got to have some great sex with some very hot people, and also managed to make sure that when I next get drunk and lonely after a difficult case, Kurt isn't the one I call, because now he's unavailable."

Jane nodded slowly. "Okay. That makes more sense than if you did it out of the goodness of your heart. But didn't it hurt you to be with us that night, knowing you were planning to walk away?"

Shrugging, Allie watched the pigeons competing for crumbs nearby. "On and off. But I was also having a lot of fun. We all were, if I remember rightly."

She looked up just in time to watch Jane get flustered, and laughed. "Anyway, if you want to feel bad about anything, feel bad about running off and nearly ruining my plan for the two of you."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that," Jane admitted. "But when I overheard the two of you arguing, I guess I just didn't want to be in the way."

"That's understandable." Allie hesitated, then asked, "I know it's probably none of my business, but Kurt mentioned that you stood him up, and that's why he pushed you away and decided to start dating me. I was surprised to hear it, because you obviously have strong feelings for him. Where were you that night?"

Jane shifted uncomfortably. "I was following a lead on a case. My case, I mean."

Allie raised an eyebrow. "You mean the case Kurt is the lead agent on?"

"Yeah. It's…too complicated to explain easily. But if I hadn't followed that lead on that night, I might never have had the chance." She gave Allie a rueful look. "I'm sorry it led to heartache for you. I never wanted anyone to get hurt."

"I know. Jane, these things happen. I'm not going to make you responsible for all of my woes. Anyway, I should have known better. The moment he looked up and saw you in that dress, before you went undercover the first time we met, I knew he was hooked on you."

"I wish I could have been as sure," Jane confessed.

"But you're sure now, right?" Allie couldn't help but double check. After everything that had happened, it would be a shame if Jane let doubt tear their new relationship apart.

"As sure as I ever am about anything," Jane said.

"Good. Because I've never seen him the way he is with you. And don't you dare apologise for that." Allie was about to say more, but a text message alert interrupted her. As she checked her phone, a bolt of adrenaline hit her system. "I'm gonna have to go. My team just got a new lead on one of our cases."

"Not Rich, I'm assuming?" Jane asked, getting to her feet as Allie did.

"Sadly, no. But he'll pop up again eventually. People like him always do." Allie sighed, pushing thoughts of Rich Dotcom to the back of her mind until absolutely necessary. His escape had wounded her pride in a way no relationship ever would. "Say hi to Kurt for me. And take care of each other."

This time, when she reached out for a hug, there was no awkwardness left between them. "I will," Jane said. "And take care of yourself, too. I can't thank you enough for setting things straight between Kurt and me."

"You're welcome." Allie squeezed her tightly for a moment, then let go. "I'm sure our paths will cross again on the job, but until then, stay safe."

"No chance of that, in this job. But I'll do my best. You should get going." Jane stepped back with a small smile. "Hope you catch who you're looking for."

"Thanks."

As Allie walked quickly down the pathway that led back towards the park's exit, she once more found herself wondering why it was impossible to hate Jane. Maybe it was because Allie understood her too well. Pining after Kurt was something they'd both done, after all.

But that chapter of her life had ended now. It was time to turn the page. And who knew—maybe in six months or a year, when the sting of her relationship's end had faded, Allie could meet up with Kurt and Jane for a drink, catch up a little.

She'd draw the line at another threeway, however. When two people were as lost in each other as Kurt and Jane, there was no point trying to break into their private bubble. Allie just hoped that she could find someone to share her own bubble at some point in the future.

Until then, she had criminals to catch.

END.

Final Note: I know this fic has deviated from my usual stuff a little bit, with the inclusion of Allie - but I hope it's been a fun read regardless. :) Please do let me know what you thought - which part was your favourite? Did you wish Allie had stuck around to be a permanent part of Jeller's relationship, or are you happy to see her go? Thank you again for all your support!