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In the morning when he wakes up, he feels rested, a little more relaxed, and he gets some coffee brewing. He notices the television is still on and he goes to check, smiling when he sees Taylor laying there. Kneeling in front of her, he rests his hand lightly on her cheek, kissing her forehead.

"Hey, sleepyhead."

Letting out a soft breath, she hums softly, then realizes he wouldn't be in her room waking her up as far as she knows. So, blinking open her eyes, she realizes she's on the couch and smiles sheepishly. "I guess I was more tired than I thought when I sat down here last night after you went to bed."

He smiles softly, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. "At least it was comfortable." He stands up then, folding his arms over his chest. "Want some coffee and breakfast?"

"Please," she says with a soft nod, smiling and sitting up. "How did you sleep?" she asks him softly as she stretches, yawning.

"Good," he smiles softly, making his way to the kitchen. He pours her a cup of coffee, making it exactly the way he knows she likes it. And then he returns to the kitchen, cooking up scrambled eggs and sausage patties. Once everything's cooked, he brings out two plates so they can eat together on the couch.

She's inundated for some reason, with thoughts of kissing him, with making him whisper her name against her ear. But she shakes it off by the time he sits beside her and she thanks him for the breakfast.

"What do you like to do on your off days?" she asks him curiously. "I know we've spent a lot of time together, but...not..." She tries to find the right words. "Not when we've know we want to spend off days together, maybe."

Taylor's hoping she's not assuming too much, or encroaching on time he usually takes to decompress.

He smiles, understanding what she's trying to ask without saying too much. "I stick around here, go to the movies sometimes, head to the gym for some boxing. Sometimes I just get out of town, away from the city."

"Were....do you go when you go away?" she asks, feeling a little like she could use that break, but only if he wants it, too.

"Sometimes out to the mountains, further north." He looks over at her; since she's asking so many questions, he assumes she'd like to maybe get away for a little while.

"I could take you somewhere. The two of us."

"I didn't want to aks, in case you wanted to be alone, I....don't want to impose or..." She trails off, because she does, God, she wants to spend time with him but she doesn't know if she's hurting him or not by being around him. She knows he loves her, but she doesn't know what he really wants, so unsure of herself.

"Being with you - that's all I want," he says softly, squeezing her hand. And he wonders if he should take her back to those hot springs, if she would want that. "There's a place you and I went to a few months ago. Up in Vermont. There was a cabin and hot springs but the hot springs-" He clears his throat, shaking his head. "I know it sounds crazy but the hot springs made us...they changed us. When we were there, we thought we were married, we had these memories we'd never lived through. But after that, we fell in love."

Taylor looks at him in disbelief, almost wanting to go just to see how in the hell that even works.

"I want to go," she says definitively. "If that's what helped us the first time, I want to go."

There's a selfish part of him truly longing for this, for when they're in the hot springs and their memories will shift and she'll kiss him again. She'll love him again.

"It's just a few hours to drive up there. If you wanted to go today, stay overnight, we could," he offers.

Taylor nods, reaching out for his hand and stepping closer. "I want to. I want that, Kurt."

He just stands there for a moment, holding onto her. Then he nods with a small smile and they get a bag of things together for an overnight trip. In less than an hour, they're on the road to Vermont. The ride there is nice, with the two of them just talking and listening to music. Once they get to the cabin and unpack a little, Kurt reaches for her hand.

"Ready for the hot springs?"

She's a little nervous because she doesn't know what to expect, but Taylor nods, holding onto his hand and smiling softly. "I'm ready. Excited," she admits, because she's just so curious. Walking with him, she lets him get in first, waiting for him to tell her the water's fine.

He remembers from before that it takes a moment before it all kicks in. So when he gets into the water, there's nothing yet, but he does smile, reaching for her hand. "It's warm. Feels perfect."

Biting at her bottom lip with a little smile, Jane takes off everything except for her underwear and get in, waiting for something to happen. She ducks underwater as she holds onto his hand, closing her eyes, coming up when she's out of breath.

By the time she comes up, she's moving fully into his arms, wrapping her own around his neck. "Hi," she murmurs, nuzzling against the side of his nose.

He doesn't know why it's not affecting him this time. He can only assume it might have something to do with the memory loss she'd gone through again, with it taking away her memories of this place. But he's not going to let on because he loves her and he enjoys this nonetheless. Holding her in his arms, he smiles at her widely. "Hi."

Grinning, she kisses him deeply, not even hesitating. And why would she? This is her husband, after all, and God, she loves him. Reaching behind her back, she tugs her bra off. "Help," she murmurs of her underwear, not willing to float away from him to get it off.

He can't believe this is happening, that she's so in love with him right now, so happy. Kissing her lips, Kurt helps her get the bra off, then her underwear, tossing the clothes aside. Then, he kisses her shoulder tenderly, fingers stroking over her skin.

"This was a good idea," she sighs happily, closing her eyes as he kisses her shoulder. "We should get away more often." She knows why they don't, because of work, but she looks up at him. "Sometimes I miss you, even when we're together," she admits quietly.

Hearing her say she misses him just makes his heart ache. He's looking at her like he hasn't seen her in ten years, his fingers stroking her hair back from her eyes. "We'll do this again soon. I promise."

"Good," she grins, smile brighter now as she looks up at him and then kisses him again deeply, parting her lips, inviting him in as she floats enough to lean against the wall.

He's emotional now, his heart in his throat as they kiss deeply. His eyes close and his tongue slides out to glide along her lower lip, holding her close. There are tears threatening in his eyes but he just keeps kissing her, one hand resting on the back of her head.

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