#imalittlescared

So like everything Ive write en un the past, this started with a little chat with my girls. @panic-at-the-bistro I was too embarrassed to send this your way for editing, I hope you don't totally hate it. I love u man!! Any complaints can be brought to @itsjoyfulgardencollector whose the rightful owner of this prompt and @spaceatlas11 that encourages all my craziness and said to publish. Love you girls. Let me know what you think!! OUT IN THE OPEN Jane was sore. Her body hurt in so many places she couldn't even start naming them. They were days like this. Days when she couldn't accept she had set herself up for this. What kind of mission could be so important? She was so tired. Had so many question. As hot water travelled down her back, she did her best to ignore the memories that were trying to work their way to the back of her eyes. Wrapped in a big clean towel she stepped in front of her locker. Washing the day away did the trick, she felt much better. It had been a successful case after all. The noise behind her startled her. Kurt was walking in to the locker room not noticing her, until he looked up and there she was half naked. He didn't move. Just stood there watching her like he had never seen her before. His eyes everywhere. In awe. She felt confused for a second and looked down embarrassed. That's when she remembered she was wearing nothing but a towel and turned back to her locker. Avoiding his eyes. "What did the doctor say?" She could still feel his eyes on her, as she did her best to slide her sports bra on without letting go of her towel. "A couple of broken ribs and just cuts and bruises." His answer told her he was still standing where she'd last seen him. Locker room etiquette was to keep your eyes to yourself, but from the goosebumps she felt on her body she knew he was still starring. She could feel him. "Good." Her short answer all she dared to say without cracking. The image of Kurt's body flying through that window hit her like a ton of bricks. Jane heard Kurt's footsteps as he walked to his locker, pulling her underwear and pants up as fast as she could under her towel. "Are you okay?" His words taking her by surprise again. She had been avoiding him for weeks now, after the disaster Carter, Oscar and that stupid video had made of her life. "I --" her words stuck to her throat as she saw the reflection of his back in the mirror behind him. It was purple, black even in certain spots. Her sharp intake of a breath made him immediately look up and meet her eyes. "Gosh Kurt, your back!" "It's ok." His smile was kind and a little embarrassed. His eyes roamed around her body intently again, taking a step forward and Jane felt a thrill of anticipation to the idea of his touch. "This is what broken ribs look like. It looks worse than it is." "Still..." She whispered, barely. His steps approaching her. Jane was sure somebody had just sucked all the air out of the room, her lungs felt tight. She could feel her heartbeat threatening to make a hole in her chest. She didn't dare to look up. If she was faced with his perfect naked torso right now all her resolve was going to be gone. She was weak like that. "Hey, I'm okay." He reassured her, so close to her face that she could feel his breath on her cheeks. Ever so gently he caressed her jawline and lifted her chin. Forcing her to look at him. His eyes were sweet and tender, so very loving. Her resolve faltered as he smiled a little- like that night she had kissed him outside his apartment- like he was fascinated with what he was seeing. Jane took a another deep breath when his other hand travelled up her naked lower back to her neck. Every movement painfully slow, premeditated. He knew what he was doing to her. She could tell by the smile on his inviting lips. She was desperate to kiss him, but she had promised herself not to. She had no right to take steps to push their relationship, not after what she'd done- not her, but her old self. So she had done the only thing she could, avoid him. Well, stuck between his gorgeous naked torso and her locker there was no avoiding possibly happening. Kurt tenderly rubbed the tip of his nose to hers, to her cheeks. She closed her eyes to her imminent surrender. Her body alight with desire and longing. She wanted him. She knew it. He knew it. The whole damn FBI probably knew it. She clenched the towel in her hands trying to hold on to her last bit of sanity. But a feather light kiss touched her lips. A feather light kiss that could damn her for eternity. The towel hit the floor. Her hands flew to his neck and she returned the kiss with all the feelings she had for him wrapped like a little present. One of his hands travelled down her back and the contact with her naked skin made Jane break the kiss to tilt her head back and take a sharp breath in. His hand, settled on her hip, pulled her closer to him. His mouth travelled down to her neck with open mouthed kisses. The world started fading around Jane and all she was aware of were his hands, lips and the heat of his aroused body. Jane's hands went to his neck and tugged the hair in the back of it. This was a terrible idea. They needed to stop. But her body wouldn't. She wanted this with all her heart. She had missed him terribly since the night of their kiss. Had dreamed about it constantly, fantasized. Kurt pulled her sports bra shoulder strap off to the side and bit her shoulder. Delicious pleasure was running through her veins, making every inch of her body tremble at the contact. She tried to form words against herself. "Kurt, we should...talk". He pushed a leg between hers pressing her to the locker. He hardness of his body against her making her loose her mind with desire. "Talk," he said in between kisses to her neck and ear, "I'm listening." She could feel his smile against her skin. He was playful and happy and so not himself. Jane wanted nothing more than to explore this new side of him. "I can't think with your face on my neck, Kurt" she managed to let out between pants and kisses to his earlobe. Kurt pulled apart from her skin then and Jane felt a pang of loss at the lack of contact. Holding her face steady in front of him, looking straight into her eyes, his voice a whisper. "Do you want me to stop" His eyes were pleading at her to say no, he was just as desperate for this as she was. Did he not see how much she wanted this? Him. She was drowning- had been for a long time- and he was her only safety. Didn't he know that? So she decided to show him, against her better judgement. Jane pulled him to her then. Hips collapsing. Mouths taking and giving with every kiss. Claiming. She was his, after tonight. And he took control again. Taking her right hand, he placed their joined fingers over her head. Squeezing her hand almost painfully. The pressure of his leg practically picking her of the ground as he rubbed himself against her. If her body hurt from the days case, his injuries must be on fire. Kurt reposition them so he could grab her legs and pick her up, a sharp complain escaping his lips as he took on her weight. Jane worried for him, but knew him well enough to know there wasn't anything that would stop him now. So as her locker kept her up, she put a leg down to help with some of the weight and she let go completely. She pulled his hair to claim his mouth again, her tongue darting out to meet his. It was electrifying. She had never felt this way before, she could remember sex, but not this crazy hunger it was making her feel. Not the desperation to claw through his skin, and be one with him. It was overwhelming. With a shudder, she felt his fingertips travel down her arm, through the plains of her stomach. Her muscles clenched. Ever so gently he tugged the hem of her unbuttoned pants and slid his hand inside her underwear. Jane jumped a little at the contact. She felt nervous and anxious like never before, but trusted him implicitly. This was crazy , they were in the locker room! It was late. Zapata and Reade were gone, but Jane was sure there was still a lot of people roaming around the building. Her thoughts were interrupted by his fingers caressing her skin. She felt like her insides where gonna explode! Was it supposed to feel this strong? Her eyes slammed shut when his fingers slip inside her, and she let out an uncontrollable moan than broke the silence in the little room. His fingers continued to move inside her, her body arched by its own accord. Aching to have her close in on him, getting closer still. Her fingernails scraping the skin on his back involuntarily. "Look at me, Jane" he whispered not letting room for discussion. Fighting herself, she finally opened her eyes and looked straight into his. They were dark, intense, on fire. He smiled and pushed his fingers a little deeper, making Jane whimper. His concentration on her eyes, her lips, and her body made her feel powerful and strong and sexy. "You are beautiful", he whispered and Jane lost herself in his words. She couldn't control herself, her moans where getting louder and her body was jerking to the pace his fingers were dancing too. Kurt bit her lower lip and tried to quiet her with his kisses. She could feel his smile against her so she tried to control her moans a little more. Kurt pushed harder, deeper. "Come for me, baby" his whisper the last caress Jane could take. So she did as he asked. Her world closed in, going over the edge. Her muscles clenched around his fingers and every sensation in her body exploded inside. She called his name once, twice, three times in ecstasy. She slowly came down from the most intense high of her life. Catching her breath with her forehead to him. "Not yet, please", she whispered as Kurt tried to remove his fingers from her. He smiled again and chastely kissed her once more. After a few more breaths to collect herself, she nodded once and he finally got his hand back out. She missed the contact immediately, but smiled herself. "You are gonna get us fired, Kurt." "Don't worry", his gentle laugh filled the room. "Let's go back to your place to finish what we started." One more kiss and he was walking back to his locker, ignoring her raised eyebrows in surprise. Jane watched him go with an embarrassed smile on her face. Pulling her shirt on and buttoning her jeans she continued. "Kurt, we need to talk." He looked at her then, pulling stuff out of his locker. "Okay, we will talk and figure everything out," he close the small door with a pang and walked back her way, tugging her hand. "After that, maybe -just maybe- you'll let me keep doing this all night". He drag his words on the last phrase, whispering them into her ear. Making her shudder with anticipation and something else she couldn't quite place. They walked out of the locker room hand in hand, his words playing over and over in her head as a promise. Reaching the the parking lot, Kurt dismissed her detail agents with a lame excuse. Jane tried to pretend they didn't noticed their clasped hands, but they did, of course they did. Once they reached Weller's SUV, they spotted a bright yellow post it card from the driver's window. "MY OFFICE TOMORROW. 9 AM. BOTH OF YOU. -Dr. BORDEN" Caught. Shit. She looked at him desperate, waiting for any sign of her probably ruined chance to be with him. But he just shrugged and smiled, opening the passenger door for her and kissing her soundly. Jane was confused but if that last kiss was any indication, maybe -just maybe- like Kurt would say, being out in the open wasn't such a bad thing.

I haven't felt this way in such a long time about someone I feel brand new but that's not something I could ever tell you.

    I need to go quick. Someone just called a meeting through the conch. Hopefully we’ll get this mess fixed up in no time!