"Jane, I'm fine. I'm here," Kurt folded her into his arms, rubbing her back. Simply hearing his voice vibrating against her calmed her tenfold. Jane finally let her arms surround Kurt, and her head fell against his chest. This spot, with him pressed against her, it seemed like the one place that she belonged. After all this time, she has never felt comfortable in her own skin, her tattooed skin. In Kurt Weller's arms was the only place that she felt she belonged, the place where she was herself and his at the same time. However long they stood there, Kurt's phone started vibrating and he checked to see if it was important. One of them had to break the embrace eventually.

"Hello?" Kurt answered. He glanced down at Jane. "Yeah, I got her." He waited another minute, checked his watch, and spoke again. "Yeah, we'll be back in thirty." Kurt hung up the phone and looked at her. "We've got thirty minutes to walk back to your safehouse before the cavalry descends on us," Kurt smiled at her, starting to walk in the right direction.

"Thank you, for coming to get me," Jane spoke, "and for listening," she linked her arm through the muscular one that Kurt offered to her.

"Thanks for telling me, sometimes I like to know when my life's at risk," Kurt laughed, and Jane smiled. That made it all worth it, seeing her happy for even a brief moment. Kurt paused for a moment, and then his face got serious again. "I can stop seeing Allison, if it really bothers you,"

"No, you're happy," Jane looked at him, only half meaning her words.

"No, I'm not, Jane. And neither are you, so maybe we should fix that," Kurt paused, stopped walking, and faced Jane. She stopped walking too, looking around, wondering what he was doing. She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Kurt took a step towards her and held her face with his right hand. Without missing a beat, he pulled her to him with his other hand, and pressed his lips to hers. Jane was shocked for a moment, but then she started pulling him towards her. Their bodies were pressed flush against each other, but she still needed him closer. Kurt walked them to a wall, and Jane felt her back crash into the cool bricks. Kurt's lips were soft, but his beard was rougher than sandpaper. The contrast against her face was different than the last time they kissed, because he was pressing a lot harder this time. Kurt had effectively enveloped Jane with his body, and he couldn't get enough of her. Jane's heart was beating loudly in her ears, her blood pumping quicker than she ever remembered feeling. There was also a tingly feeling in her core, but she couldn't quite pinpoint when she had ever felt that before, either. Kurt slowly pulled back, Jane's eyes still closed and her mouth still open. His hands were still on her body, and her hands were still on his face. She pursed her lips together, opened their eyes, and met his with a burn he hadn't seen there before.

"I think you should stop seeing Allison Knight," Jane whispered, the corners of her mouth turning upwards in another smile.

"Thanks for the permission, but I already called her on my way to see you at the safehouse," Kurt smiled back at her knowingly. He grabbed her hand and started to walk down the street again. His hand felt right at home holding hers, similar to the familiarity of holding his gun or the steering wheel of a car; something he'd been doing forever.

"Thank you," Jane spoke again, a bit louder. She wrapped her other arm around the arm to which her other hand was connected, walking significantly closer to Kurt's warm body.

"I can wait, you know," Kurt knowingly spoke, and looked at Jane's eyes.

"Wait?" Jane asked, confused.

"For you to figure things out, I can wait," Kurt elaborated as much as he knew how.

"O-okay," Jane stuttered, immensely grateful for the gift that he was giving her.

"And we can take it from the top with your Oscar issue, we can tackle that too," Kurt was able to honestly say these things, in hopes that Jane would believe him. "But for now, I think you'll have to stay a double agent. You have to keep meeting with him and doing the missions he gives you,"

"Just so long as you don't leave me," Jane worriedly said, surprised that he was being so accepting of everything. She was waiting for the catch.

"Jane, I'm not leaving you, you can't get rid of me that easily," Kurt spoke, rubbing his thumb on the back of her hand.

"I just want you," Jane blatantly spoke, looking at him. There was fire in her eyes, sure. But there was also hope and commitment, and he saw all of her emotions on her face.

"Good," Kurt said, smiling at her. "We're here, so you have to go inside and I need to go back home and apologize to Sarah,"

"Apologize? For what?" Jane asked, facing him on her porch.

"I may have yelled at her before I came here," Kurt rubbed his hand on the back of his neck and looked at the ground.

"Because of me?" Jane asked, worried that she had upset Kurt enough to yell at Sarah.

"Not just you," Kurt honestly spoke. She appreciated his candor.

"Go," Jane told him. Jane rubbed his arm, half pushing him away. He started stepping down the porch, and she took a step towards him. "Wait," she walked to him, and grabbed his shirt collar. She firmly pressed her lips to his, shocking him the same way he had already surprised her tonight. He brought his hands to her waist, bringing her body against his once again. Just as he was starting to heat things up, she pulled away. She smiled at him, knowing that if they didn't walk away, they would probably wake up naked in the morning.

"You know, if you keep doing that, I'm not going to want to leave," Kurt's voice had turned too husky for Jane to not be affected by it. Jane was still holding his shirt collar, and she brought him back up to her.

"I already said I wanted you," Jane whispered in his ear. She started to push him away, but he wasn't really moving.

"Jane," Kurt breathed, his eyes were now had the most lusting shimmer on them Jane had ever seen in them, or anyone else's. He firmly pressed his fingers into the flesh around her hips, trying to tell her with his body what his words wouldn't say out loud. He took one step up, so they were on the same surface. He pulled her body flush against his again, and pressed his lips to hers. She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck as he started hiking up her legs to rest around his waist. She felt him straining in his pants, and nothing pained her more than not being able to have him right here. He walked them to the side of the safehouse, pressing Jane's back firmly against the chipping paint.

"Kurt," Jane breathed against his mouth, still not stopping their contact. She was trying desperately to be the responsible one, but these things that he was doing to her kind of kept that side at bay for a while.

"I know," Kurt opened his eyes for a moment as they pulled away, but Jane was still wrapped around him. "Dammit," Kurt sighed as Jane placed her legs on the ground, but left her body pressed to his.

"We'll get there," Jane promised him. "Quickly," she breathed in his ear, knowing the effect she had on him. She started pushing him away, because her mind and her body wanted the same thing that neither could have. Jane knew that if they did it, everyone at the office would know and Mayfair would take her off of his team. She didn't want to spend days away from Kurt, whether they were dating or not.

"Promise me we'll figure this out," Kurt held one of her hands, hoping to stay just a bit longer.

"Wouldn't want it any other way," Jane kept holding his fingers until he was too far to keep holding on.

"See you tomorrow," Kurt breathed, still recovering from their latest encounter.

"Yeah," Jane spoke back, smiling at him again. He walked down the steps, watching Jane walk in the house on her own. She knew that they would end up okay, because Kurt always made everything work out. They'd be okay, she desperately needed to believe that.

~Thanks for reading! That's all I got for now, so thanks for sticking with me this whole time.~