Shhhhhh...
Summary: All Jane wants is a quiet peaceful weekend.
“Shhh,” she warned him abruptly.
Kurt looked over towards her— lying on a lounge chair matching his, her eyes he was sure were closed behind her sunglasses— and he chuckled.
“Excuse me?” He replied with a smirk.
She didn’t look at him, didn’t move a single muscle, but she just said, “your beer is too loud.”
He placed the beer bottle he had just opened on the small table between them and chuckled again. “Oh I’m sorry,” he said, “I’ll try to be quieter.”
“Please do,” she said, still making absolutely zero effort to move or open her eyes or turn towards him, “it’s been a long and exhausting week and I just want peace and quiet.”
She wasn’t lying. It had been an exceptionally long week leading up to their little weekend getaway at the lake— just the two of them— and they’d earned the peace and quiet.
He gave her a playful nod, taking in the sight in front of him— his beautiful wife in her green bikini— his favorite because it matched her eyes— lying down peacefully on a lounger by the lake— her skin perfectly kissed by the sun.
He smiled. If she wanted him to open his beer quietly then he would do that for her— he’d do anything for her.
A short while later, the two of them still lying quietly— Kurt with a book in hand and Jane still idly lying their with her eyes closed, Kurt felt his phone vibrate with a text. He sat up to check his phone and that caused the lounge chair to squeak under him.
“Shhhh,” she warned again— a teasing smirk on her lips.
Kurt shook his head while reading the text and laughed.
“If I knew this was going to be such a quiet vacation, I would’ve suggested the library,” he teased.
“You’d think so but— and I didn’t want to bring this up— you turn the pages on your book very loudly,” she said.
“Oh really?” He laughed, “I think you’ve got extra sensitive hearing because I turn my pages as normally as anyone does.”
“No, babe, the problem is you’ve spent too much time around exploding bombs that your hearing has been permanently impaired,” she sighed, turning just slightly in his direction and opening one eye under her sunglasses.
“Ouch! And to think half of those times were me trying to save your life,” he replied, “I thought you’d be just a bit more grateful.”
She swatted his shoulder playfully. “Don’t put that on me,” she warned him playfully, “it’s not my fault you’re addicted to the thrill of danger.”
“I thought you liked that about me?”
“I do,” she squeezed his shoulder road pulled her hand back, turned her head away from him again and sighed, “now shhhhh Jane Doe needs her peace and quiet.”
He smiled and watched for a moment— more than a moment-- and the minutes stretched and he watched in awe as his usually hyperactive wife lay there so still and quiet— so peaceful. And as much as it brought joy to his heart, he was starting to get bored.
“Jane?” He whispered after a few minutes, “I’m bored.”
“Shhhhhhhhh.”
He shook his head and dropped his book down. He sat up and reached towards her, playfully poking her shoulder. “Jane, I’m bored.”
“Read your book.”
“I finished my book.”
“Read another one.”
“Why? So you’ll go and tell all our friends how I read two books while we were away on a romantic vacation?” He got up and hovered over her.
“I promise if you stay quiet I won’t tell anyone,” she squinted up at him.”
“Never in a million years did I expect Jane Doe to lie still for so long,” he laughed, “where’s all that energy I’m used to?”
“I’m saving it,” she said.
“What for?”
“For later,” she said seriously but with a wink, “now shhhh.”
“Here’s an idea,” he smirked as he moved to stand right above her, his legs on each side of her lounge chair, “how about we book a vacation in a monastery next time?”
“Sounds good,” she laughed, “as long as you don’t bring your noisy book with you.”
“I’m not sure I can promise that,” he leaned down tipped her sunglasses down her nose.
“Well then, you and your noisy book can stay home,” she teased.
“Oh really,” he leaned in closet, his knees bending slightly until his palms were planted by her shoulders, “you’re never getting rid of me, Doe.”
“I’m doomed to a life of no peace and quiet," she rolled her eyes dramatically and then shrieked in surprise when he swiftly shifted and grabbed her thighs, lifting her up against him and moving them both quickly towards the water.
“KURT!! Put me down!”
“Never!”
She heard the sound of splashing water as he made it to the edge of the lake and wrapped her arms tightly against his neck, looking over her shoulder at the pristine lake and laughing.
“Kurt!” She laughed and held him closer.
“Ok fine,” he finally relented and released his hold on her, just as she unwrapped her arms from his neck and she fell into the water with a splash.
She let herself drop into the water, the coolness a relief from the heat of the sun, and she stayed down there for a moment too long, until she knew she had the upper hand. She launched herself back up and caught him by surprise, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him down with her.
They both resurfaced together, laughing and spluttering.
“See? Isn’t this better than just lying there?” He teased as he pushed her hair away from her face.
She shook her head and laughed, wrapping her arms back around his neck, she leaned forward, until her lips were almost touching his and she smirked.
Patterson jumped back from her locker for a moment but it’s didn’t take a genius to know who’s voice that was— or who other than her had already clocked in at work.
For the past two months, Kurt Weller— now the assistant director at the NYO— had been arriving at the office at 5am, walking into the gym by 5:15am, then to the locker room at 6:30am, to be at his desk every morning at exactly 7am. It wasn’t exactly the healthiest of lifestyles, but no one was going to confront him about it.
“Everything ok?” Patterson asked, moving away from her locker to look at him.
“What the hell was the point of remodeling the locker room?” Kurt grumbled as he buttoned up his short, “the old one was perfectly fine.
Patterson remembered clearly the headache that was the remodeling process. They’d just lost Jane, Mayfair had been missing for just a few days, and Weller had just walked back into the office from his father’s funeral when a young intern from upstairs stepped off the elevators with a stack of paper for Weller to sign to approve the remodeling and initiate construction works.
None of if had been planned or even discussed at SIOC. They later learned that Mayfair had been informed of the plans but all decisions were being done by the suits upstairs. Their job at SIOC was to just stay out of the way and cramp into smaller offices as the remodeling work was underway.
Weller was not amused by any of it, but with everything that was happening and Pellington breathing down his neck, he just signed the papers and internalized the rage.
“The locker room was working perfectly fine! It’s been doing it’s job for twenty years! Now suddenly we have to love things around and reorganize things and shift things! Why?!” Weller ranted on.
“At least the showers now have doors that lock,” Patterson tried to make light of the mood.
“Yeah, well I still liked the older locker room better,” Weller sighed his reply.
I liked walking in every morning to see Jane.
I liked that we got to have our little private moment in the morning to catch up.
I liked checking in on her after her session with Borden when she’d be struggling with the weight of it all.
I liked ending the day with her in here getting to see her before I head back home.
I liked when there was no one else here but us.
I liked when I got to hold her in my arms, allow myself to imagine a future together, to make her smile and then kiss her until we were both out of breath.
“The old locker room was better.”
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“Shit!”
Jane groaned as her shin hit the corner of the bench that sat between the rows of lockers.
“Who’s the genius who decided to put this bench here?” She mumbled.
The remodeling of some of the spaces in SIOC was one of the first things that she noticed when she came back. She’d not mentioned it out loud, but a part of her resented it— resented him for it.
She spent three months at a CIA black site getting tortured because of him, and he spent three months choosing color swatches and matching them to wood samples. She dropped down and sat on the obtrusive bench and sighed— burying her face in her hands. Of all the things that had happened over the last three months, of all the feelings and emotions and turmoil, this somehow found a way to hurt a lot.
She wasn’t exactly sure what this was though.
All she knew was that she liked the old locker room better— even if this one had better doors to the showers.
She liked walking in every morning knowing her morning was going to be a good one because she’s about to see Kurt.
She liked that they were always the first two in every morning because it meant they’d get a moment or two that was just them.
She liked knowing he’d be there waiting for her as she dragged her feet into the locker room after her long sessions with Borden— that he’d be there for her when she needed him— needed a someone to talk to or just a shoulder to lean on.
She liked how they’d end up there at the end of the day, about to go their separate ways, listening across the room as Reade and Tasha bantered about one thing or another, as the two of them— Kurt and her— shared looks across the room— looks that we’re often louder than anything they’d said all day.
She like more when there was no one else in there but the two of them.
She liked when he’d looked at her with that sexy crooked smile, when she’d allowed herself to hope for something more between them, when he’d taken the two confident steps towards her, cupped her cheek and kissed her until their kisses merged with their giggles and she couldn’t stop smiling.
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