Post-Ep: Any Wounded Thief

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In hindsight, he realizes maybe making plans with Allie tonight of all nights wasn't the best idea. He's been so unsure where things stand between him and Jane that he hadn't thought she'd even want to go out with him. He shouldn't have assumed something one way or another, though. The look on her face still cuts a knife through his heart, and he makes up some excuse with Allie that he knows she's not buying.

He doesn't know what he's doing with Allie, he really doesn't. He loves her, on some level. He knows that. They have fun together, he's happy with her. But he doesn't know what any of that really means in the long-term.

For now, though, he stops off at the store to buy a bottle of bourbon, walking over to Jane's safe house and hoping she's there.

"Jane. It's me."

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His lips press to her forehead as he nuzzles against her. "You kept me going. I knew I'd get back to you, I couldn't believe anything else."

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The way his arms feel around her, the way they completely encase her is the most comforting thing in the world to her, but she wants to protect him, too. She wants to give him what he wasn't able to have either, the feel of her against him, the press of her kisses. She knows then, that they both need each other in a bigger way than this, and she shifts, sinking onto her back next to him and tugging her own underwear down and off before pressing against him again, wrapping a leg over his hip.

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"Jane..." He breathes out her name like a prayer, running his fingers over her skin and anchoring to her. His eyes roam over her face, taking in every feature while he leans in to press kisses along her neck, her shoulder, every inch of bare skin he can reach.

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Kissing along his skin as well, Jane whispers softly against his ear. "I have you, too." She's here, she's with him, and she says it because she knows he went through something terrible as well, not knowing when he would be able to see her again.

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"You're all I want, for the rest of my life," he murmurs softly, staring right into her eyes, stroking her hair and then her cheek so tenderly.

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"I'm not going anywhere," she promises. "Kurt, I'm yours. I cant...I couldn't do this without you." She kisses him again, then again, pressing up against him and indulging in the way her chest feels against his. It runs so much deeper than feeling pleasure, though that's certainly a part of it. It's the connection to him right now, and then love of him, of the two of them together.

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He knows of no truer way to connect fully with her than this, their bodies completely entwined. And it's because of that ardent desire to be entangled that making love seems to be a natural transition. "You don't have to anymore, baby. I'm here, I'm yours. I'm always yours."

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Kissing him deeply, her hands slide up and down his back, then down his hips to push at his boxers, getting them down his hips until he can kick them away. Then, she kisses along the scars on his chest, just doting on him.

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While she's kissing him, he starts to truly feel whole again, starts to feel like all the missing pieces of himself are clicking back into place. And he closes his eyes and hums as her lips move over his skin, while his fingers rake through her hair.

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"I need you, Kurt," Jane breathes out, shifting so that she's sliding under him, to get him above her. She moves her hands up over his shoulders, tugging him down into a deep kiss as she does, legs wrapping around his hips to hold him close, not caring about anything other than feeling him so intimately connected to her.

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He hums and kisses her again, straddling her and kissing across her chest, down to her stomach as he dips his fingers into her. He wants to touch her first, wanting to make her feel good first, wanting her to let go and be wet enough for him.

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The touch of his fingers is so needed, and Jane jerks up against his fingers in surprise at the feel of him pressing against her. "Kurt..." This is the first time he ever has, and it feels surreal; better than anything she'd ever imagined or hoped for. "Oh, God..." Her legs splay open for him in a move that's so intimate and vulnerable, letting him see her, letting him have full and complete access to her body.

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"God, baby, you feel amazing," he murmurs softly, his fingers just moving slowly for now as he works to make her feel so good. His lips move across her collarbone, kissing every tattoo he can find.

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Her eyes close as she lets herself get lost in this, in how he's touching her, and she moans softly at his words, hips rocking against him. "It could only...only be you," she manages, touching him where she can reach. Without him, she was never going to have this, she didn't want it.

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His lips moving down her shoulder now, he continues to move his fingers against her clit. His thumbnail scrapes just lightly against her, wanting to make it even more pleasurable for her.

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Her hips jerk when he does that, and she cries out a little louder than he has yet, pleasure coiling tightly in the pit of her stomach. "Kurt...Kurt, God, I'm..." She loses her breath, so close to coming as her hands rest at the back of his head. She's so incredibly wet now, and just a few moments later she falls over the edge, crying out his name again as her back arches.

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"Let go, baby," he urges, pressing his thumb and forefinger harder against her clit, using so much pressure to help propel her over the edge. He can't believe how wet she is, and when she lets go, he kisses up and down her neck, his tongue licking across the pulse point at her neck. Then, he takes his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean, humming at the taste of her.

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Her heart is slamming in her chest and she whimpers when he licks his fingers, the gesture so erotic that she's aroused all over again. Pulling him into a kiss, her tongue moves over his, and then she reaches between them to see how hard he is, her fingers wrapping around him and stroking slowly, her palm gliding across the tip of him.

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He's so hard for her, because of her, and he groans as her fingers touch him, rocking into her hand a little. "God, baby..." He's so aroused, so wanting of her, and his tongue tangles with hers all over again as he lets her touch him as much as she wants.

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"I dreamed about this," she whispers against his lips. "Even after..." she lets out a breath and shifts her head to press against his neck as she strokes him, memorizing the way he feels in her hand. But she needs him, needs to feel him inside of her, and she guides him into her body, letting her hand fall away as she does.

There's nothing that has ever felt this way before, nothing that has ever made her feel this incredible and loved, and she wraps her arms around him, pushing up so that they're sitting, she in his lap, legs around his waist.

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"God, I wanted you. Baby, I needed you," he murmurs huskily, wanting her to know he never stopped thinking about her, wanting her desperately. And now they're completely wrapped up together, sitting together intimately, with Kurt's arms wrapping around her, his cheek pressed against hers.

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"God, I love it when you call me baby," she breathes out, rocking against him, raking her ringers through his hair as they move together. Begin with him this way is better than anything she could have ever imagined, and she wants to feel him let go now, wants to know that she bring shim as much pleasure as he brings her.

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He grins against her mouth, moving his hips with hers slowly, just getting into a perfect rhythm with her as their bodies stay entwined. He's groaning as the friction and heat builds between them, tucking his head close to her neck as they move. And then he's losing his breath, moving faster now, knowing he's close.

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"I wanna feel you. God, I want to feel you," she begs, moving faster just to try and get him to climax, tightening around him as one arm goes around his shoulders. She's panting as she grinds against him, moaning his name as she moves.

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He doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, just moves faster and harder, panting right along with her as he feels himself right there on the edge. And then he completely lets go, crying out her name and groaning loudly. "God, baby..." He gasps for breath, clinging to her and trying to still rock his hips so she'll climax with him.