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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.

She can feel it, she can feel that this kiss is different, and Taylor pulls back to look at him, frowning softly.

"Baby what's wrong?"

He was hoping she wouldn't notice because he doesn't want to upset her, but she knows him. In this life, they're married, and she knows him better than anyone. He wipes at his eyes, smiling a little to try and reassure her.

Hearing her use that endearment again makes him so incredibly happy and he takes a deep breath, looking right into her eyes and tracing her jawline, the apple of her cheek.

"I've just...really, really missed you," he admits, and that's the truth, at least.

"I'm here," she whispers quietly. "I'm right here." And then she peppers his face lightly with kisses before finding her mouth with his. Her kiss is slow and deep, infused with so much love for him. She makes a mental note that they have to make time for one another, more time, and she plans to talk to Mayfair when they get home. They don't ask for special treatment at all, ever, so she thinks it'll be fine. Her husband is crying - that's what isn't fine.

He closes his eyes and presses his forehead to hers, breathing her in. And he gets lost in this, in her kisses, melting into her touch and relaxing. "I love you, Taylor. God, I love you."

"Let me show you how much I love you?" she requests softly, already pressing her lips down along his neck, breathing him in and simply wanting to love on him. She had no idea he'd been this sad, that he'd felt the weight of how much they'd been working.

He wants to feel that so much, he wants that more than anything. But he doesn't want this to go too far, not when she doesn't remember.

"Let's wait," he smiles softly, humming when her lips are on his neck. His hands come to rest on her hips, though. "I wanna make love to you by the fire."

Her lips curve into a smile against his skin, and she nods. "I think I can agree to that. And I can do something else, in the meantime." Pushing herself so that she can sit on a step, she gently turns him around, then kisses him in the center of his back before rubbing his shoulders, trying to work out all that tension.

"God, that feels good, baby," he breathes out, his head dropping as his eyes close and he just completely relaxes. There's so much tension he wasn't even aware that he had, and it feels amazing as she rubs it all out.

"I always want to make you feel good," she murmurs, kissing the back of his neck as her hands work, finding a knot and really trying to work it out.

He alternates between humming and groaning as her fingers gradually work the knot out of his upper shoulders. "You do. All you have to do is look at me and I feel good."

"Just look at me?" she asks with a small smile, kissing his shoulder as her lips curve.

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