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"Kurt! HOW...what, did you CLIMB up here ALONE?"
"Yeah, I did. That beer you said you were going to get must really be warm and FLAT by now."
"Come in...you must be freezing!...HERE-sit here"...once they are both settled with big mugs of tea, Jane says "I can explain...damn that sounds so fucking lame, when I say it out loud-every perp we ever brought in had an explanation for their actions..." Weller doesn't respond to her weak joke; he waits patiently for her to get to it.
"Before you came in-after I sent the text about beer-I received a message threatening you if I didn't leave immediately and not return." I didn't see a way forward, Kurt: as I'm reading that text, two shots come through north window, I guess to show that they meant business, and so I grabbed what I could and left. I ...made my way here, which is as far as I could get from New York..."
Weller digests this last bit, then asks: "And that was because...?"
"So that you would be safe, of course."
They stare at one another for some time, until Jane says "I miss home. I'VE MISSED YOU."
They leave the table and end up on the large fur rug in front of a nicely blazing fire: they undress hurriedly but in an organized
sort of way...their initial kisses are tentative, growing in ardor familiarity overcomes questions that can be addressed st a later time (IF
AT ALL)... Kurt slowly kisses down Jane's body; she responds with slow deep breaths-kisses her down there , slowly
licking around her exterior before introducing his tongue. Jane's back arches, She can feel the pleasure swimming through her body,
taking her over and owning her completely. She closes her eyes and allows everything in the universe to fall away except she, Kurt, and the
soft rug on which they lay.
Up and down, goes Kurt's tongue, stroking her engorged clit. After well over a year without sex, the ex-terrorist knows that it will not be very long at all long until she 'spends'-she's very close...after she does, crying out and squirming like a cat, and he cleans her thoroughly, from under the swells of her buttocks to her navel; after that it's her turn to service him orally... he seems BIGGER, and she wonders idly if he'd remained celibate: she begins to fellate him and he responds instantly. She cups his balls in her left hand (her right grips his left thigh) and his staff throbbed in her mouth; his hand gently guides her head forward. Unable to take all of him in gags, at one point. Their moans each one another's-after so much time apart, they are so hungry for the other that Kurt, more roughly than he intended disengages from her and mounts her in nearly the same motion. Her insides are as silky smooth as he remembers...hot pulses radiate from his swinging scrotum and his hips begin to move: hard, steady thrusts once carnal instinct takes over. "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!" jane chants, licking at his at his stubbly jaw and biting at the hollow of his neck.
Kurt mutters a string of oaths, endearments? that his wife can't quite hear: his face buried her against her shoulder as it is...he hasn't missed a stroke or broken pattern during their coupling, though the lengthy period of 'sort of' celibacy and the stress of the long climb conspire to play havoc with his sexual stamina and force an eruption sooner than he'd like; he continues his rabbit-like jabs into her dripping sex bringing her along with him not long after.
"Let's wash up: there's a natural 'hot tub' out back where I bathe; then after we rest we can eat and talk more," Jane suggests.
"I buried a 'six' in the snow a little way down-would taste great with our dinner."
"Beeeeeeeeeeeeer!", Jane groans, wiping drool from the corner of her mouth. 'I haven't had a beer in...SHIT-too fucking long... beer, then bath?", she suggests.
"C'mon 'Stinky'...you've waited this long-UP, UP! The sooner we wash, the sooner we drink beer!"