A/N: You probably know or noticed that I haven't written smut in a while, but for some reason a smut muse visited me before I started writing this chapter. I didn't let her take over my mind though, so this chapter isn't even close to M rated.

I'm dedicating this update to Ilona, who had her birthday this week and who is a new reader on this story. Happy Birthday, again! 3

Chapter Twenty

Kurt knocks on the door of Diane's study once more, like he did when he arrived home from his meeting with Miranda. He'd love for Diane to meet Kenny too, but he won't force her to do anything she doesn't want to. She told him she was busy, but asked about the walk in the park nevertheless. He told her that everything went well, that Miranda is willing to let him see his son more often and it makes him happy. She said she was happy for him and he knew she meant it.

Now he is searching for Diane to tell her that dinner is ready. He made her favorite dish, because he wants to show her that just because he has another person in his life, nothing will change between the two them.

"Dinner is ready," he announces from the doorway and notices how Diane quickly shuts down her laptop as if he caught her doing something wrong.

"I'll be there in a minute," she replies and reaches for her glasses, avoiding his gaze.

"Are you okay?" he inquires softly, not stepping inside the room, not to violate her privacy.

"Yes, I'm fine. You said dinner is ready, let's go," she jumps from her seat, finally looking at him, "What's for dinner?" she asks with a smile.

"I made your favorite, roasted chicken with rosemary potatoes," he says with a smile and doesn't waste more time thinking about her odd behavior, he wishes to enjoy the evening with her instead.

"If I get my favorite dish each day you meet your son, I might actually start liking this change in our life," she steps next to him and he cannot help putting his arms around her and pull her close for a kiss that she returns.

During dinner he shares the details of his afternoon with her, but makes sure not to overdo, like he did the first time. He's aware that he needs to be careful, think of Diane's feelings as well and not only his own, even though she shows interest in what's happening with Kenny.

"I made some dessert too," he tells her when they finish the main course.

"I think I'm already full," she replies with a smile and he is a little worried this means she is going to go back to her study right away to continue whatever it was she was busy with when he interrupted her.

"I'm gonna do the dishes then," he nods, a little disappointed, but he tries not to show it.

He reaches for her plate, but she covers his hand with hers and the sudden contact takes him by surprise.

"I said I was full, I never said I don't want dessert," her words sound sort of seductive, so he knows right away what kind of dessert she's talking about.

He certainly wasn't prepared for this, because they haven't had that kind of contact ever since he told her about Kenny. With time she let him closer to her, but she hasn't let him that close in a while and he missed her like that. It was unusual for them to not get intimate regularly, especially because one of the bases of their steady relationship had always been the sex.

"What are you waiting for, cowboy?" she asks, noticing his hesitation.

There's a reason he hasn't approached her like that so far, he wanted to give her all the time she needs, but it looks like she is ready now, so he has no reason to hold back anymore. The desire for her is always burning inside of him and it surfaces at once as he pulls her in his arms and their lips unite in a passionate kiss, the kind they haven't shared in a while.

The next minute his body already gets out of control and pushes her against the kitchen island.

"Are you saying we should have the dessert in the kitchen?" she chuckles as he places kisses down her neck and he really doesn't care where they do it, as long as he is allowed to make her his again.

"Wherever you want it," his eyes meet hers for a second, before his lips find back to her red ones to stop her from wasting time on any form of conversation.

She moans into his kiss and he feels her hands slide down his back and pull his shirt out of his pants, which he takes as a permission to go further, so he starts undressing her too.

When some pieces of their clothing are already on the ground he changes his mind and takes her in his arms to carry her to the couch in the living room. They don't have to rush this, who knows when she will let him so close the next time, he wants to cherish this moment, fully enjoy their lovemaking and show her how much she means to him, so she remembers the next time she loses faith in him.

"I love you," he feels the need to express it with words as well, words he used to tell her daily, but lately they sounded different, more like the confession of a guilty soul, than the honest affection of a husband towards his wife.

"I love you too," she returns them right away and he feels a flash of pure happiness reach his heart.

As long as she still loves him, no one can ever break them and he will do everything in his power not to let the love between them die.