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Jane Banner x Reader - Cold Hands and Warm Lips

Summary: How many times can you keep Jane Banner warm for her to fall in love with you.

Warnings: (+18), mentions of murder and violence, explicit content, explicit language, cursing, smut, oral sex (r giving), dom/sub/switch dynamics (slightly), sex toys, teasing, kissing, mentions of sexual abuse, angst, mentions of trauma, trust issues | Spoilers from Wind River.

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A/N>is Hello all! My first time writing for Jane Banner, and well, this was intense. This is actually my early birthday present to my dear @abimess, who asked me for a story about this character she loves so much. And well, here it is. I really hope that she, and all of you, enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Good reading, everyone, and forgive any mistakes, especially geographical ones, if you have been to Wind River and things were different from this fic.

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It could be so fucking cold in Wind River.

Even in spring, when there was almost no snow and the animals were out hunting, the wind was cold.

So now, at the height of winter, you could barely get out from under the covers to pee at night.

Grunting through your teeth, you forced your legs beyond the frigid air of your bedroom, and headed into the bathroom, mentally cursing for having that extra cup of tea before you went to bed.

After relieving yourself, you almost fell over in fright when you heard a noise at your door.

"What the fuck?" You muttered confusedly, looking at the clock in the room across the hall. Three in the goddamn morning.

Another knock had you cursing before walking to open the door.

You were quite surprised to find Ben Shoyo, chief of the local police, on your doorstep.

"Good night, Y/N." He greeted with a smile as he hugged his arms, the icy cold seeping inward. "Sorry to show up like this, the vehicle broke down and it's starting to snow really hard."

"It's okay, Ben. Come on in." You said before stepping inside.

In the low heat of your kitchen, you poured some of the remaining tea while the man sat at the counter.

“How are things up here, kid? You haven’t been to town in a while.” Ben asked after taking a sip of his drink. You shrugged your shoulders.

"Honestly, Ben, it is not going very well." You confess. "Not after Natalie."

Ben clears his throat.

"I’m sorry, it was stupid of me to ask." He said with a guilty expression.

"No problem." You mumble wanting to change the subject quickly. "The blizzard should lessen in the next few hours, feel free to use the phone, the television or help yourself to food. I need to get some sleep before my shift tomorrow."

"Alright thanks again girl." Ben said before you left the room quickly.

Ben has known you long enough for you to trust him. So as soon as you get back to your room, you fall asleep.

When you wake up in the morning, he's gone. There's a note on the counter saying "I ate the rest of Aiyana's Succotash. Come to the police station and see me, I'll buy you lunch. You need to get out of the house."

You mentally cursed him. Aiyana was your neighbor. Well, you don't know what the distance limit is for someone to be considered a neighbor, but since almost all Wind River houses are isolated in small villages, you refer to Aiyana and her family as your neighbors, even if you have to drive twenty minutes by car or sledge to get to her house.

The point is that she makes the best native american meals, and because you spend a lot of time alone, she also sets some for you. It's been that way since your mother, who used to be Aiyana's best friend, passed away when you were a teenager.

Your shift as a forest ranger was reduced to part-time with homicide investigations into the dam area, so once you're done around mid-day, you drive your truck back through the city area, to the police station.

The place is not crowded, but as the locals recognize you, you greet them with shy nods and smiles before entering the building and heading to the reception.

"Good morning, Siu." You greet the police officer you’ve known since you’re little with a smile.

“Wow, long time no see, stranger!” She comments amusedly, leaning on the reception counter in front of her. You laugh lightly. "How can I help you dear?"

"I’m having lunch with Ben today. Is he around?"

She makes a little face. "Oh yes, he’s talking to the hollywood."

“Sorry?”

"The FBI girl." She says. "She arrived a few days ago, for you know why. She says she's here to help, but we know what outsiders are like."

You mumble in agreement, and Siu sighs lightly.

"But they should be finishing by now." She says. "I think Lambert will take her to the mountains."

"Cory? I thought he worked alone." You comment and Siu just shrugs, turning her attention to the reports scattered on the reception desk. "I'll wait here, Siu. Thank you."

“No problem, hon. Call me if you need anything.”

You waited for more than ten minutes before Ben left his office. And he was not alone.

You were surprised at how immediately attracted you felt to someone you were seeing for the first time.

Well, in your defense, she was a very beautiful woman.

“Y/N! Hey!” Ben greeted as he laid eyes on you. “Sorry about the time, I was finishing things up with Jane.”

You exchanged a quick look with the woman before Ben rushed over to introduce you two.

"This is our ranger." He began politely, patting you on the shoulder as he said your name next. "And this is Jane Banner, special FBI agent."

"Pleasure." You spoke as you reached out your hand to her, and completely ignored how your skin seemed to tingle at the brief touch as she greeted you back.

"I'll be going now, Ben. See you later." Jane informed the chief before she left. You waited for Ben to check with Siu if there were no calls before you two went out to lunch.

"How are things in the investigation? Any progress?" You asked as soon as you were outside, frowning slightly as the sun rays hit your face.

Ben sighed.

"I really wish I could say yes, girl." He responded by walking beside you towards the local restaurant area. "But at least we're going to pay Chip a visit this afternoon."

You were surprised to hear this. Natalie's brother wasn't exactly the talking type. And that's exactly what you said to Ben, who just chuckled.

"I know that." He said. "But Miss Banner wants to try everything. And Cory is helping us."

"Well I hope you guys find something." You say.

You reach the food trailers, and after Ben buys you lunch, you sit at one of the tables with your orders.

"How are things with you really?" He asks. "I know Natalie's death moved you, 'cause you two were close and everything, but beyond this. Have you been doing anything besides watching the forest?"

You were slightly annoyed that Ben summed up your friendship for years with a simple "you two were close", but wishing to preserve the peace of lunch, you just mumbled that the forest kept you busy enough.

"Last time you were back at my place, you were seeing someone, weren't you?" he asked casually, making you laugh. Ben loved good gossip.

"I was, but it didn't work out." You answer. "And don't worry, I'm just fine by myself."

"Well I heard that Derick is single again." It starts. "He is a good boy, works hard."

"You sound like my dad, Ben." You retort, making him laugh.

"Well someone has to take care of you up here." He comments and you laugh softly as you shake your head.

After your mother died, your father decided to move back to the southwest. You didn't go with him because Wind River was your home, but he kept in touch by phone. Since you were sixteen, the village and the snow have been your only family, and it was normal for you that people like Ben, Aiyana or Natalie's parents would treat you like their own family.

Your lunch with Ben didn't last much longer after that. He was good at small talk, but whenever he tried to ask more deeply about your life you swerved the subject to him again.

Saying goodbye, you decided to take a walk around town before heading home. You were needing to restock some kitchen stuff.

The community market was simple and small, and sold practically everything, as it was the only one.

Even so, you were a little embarrassed to find Agent Jane at the counter.

"Hey, Ranger." She greeted almost ironically when she noticed you approaching the line. You noticed she was shopping for winter clothes.

"Hello again, Miss Banner."

She lets out a nasal laugh.

"Just Jane is fine." She commented. You cleared your throat, looking away.

"It's not polite to call strangers by their first names." You retort and she tilts her head slightly, surprised by the formality.

"I really don't mind that." She gently insists. "We're not that formal in Vegas."

"This is not Las Vegas, Miss Banner." You retort seriously. "And we only use first names with friends in Wind River."

You don't know why you're not being friendly to her. But from your experiences with outsiders, it's justifiable. It makes no difference, Jane, like all those who came from outside, would be frightened by the brutality of this place and leave. Outsiders always leave.

Jane looks almost disappointed with your hostility, but the cashier is tending to her and she doesn't attempt any further conversation.

After paying for her clothes, she glances at you quickly before leaving, but you don't smile back.

When you get in your car, and drive back home, you want to believe that the emerald eyes are on your mind just because it was something exceptional in your daily routine.

//-//-//

You valued tranquility.

Even more the tranquility of your home, in the middle of a blizzard, with a book and a mug of hot chocolate in front of the fireplace.

So when the silence was broken by hard knocks against the door, you thought it was the gods testing your patience.

The second interruption in four days.

It had to be a test.

Putting everything aside, you shuffled to the front door, and barely had time to absorb a snow-covered from head to toe Jane Banner before she rushed past you.

"Yeah, sure, you can come in." You ironically mumbled.

"I'm sorry I just needed to get out of the cold." She commented through gritted teeth, hugging her body with her arms. You rolled your eyes as you closed the door.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, crossing your arms.

"Work."

You took pity on the way she was shivering from the cold, and waved toward the fireplace. Jane moved quickly in the direction and sat by the fire.

"I was supposed to meet the rest of the team up further in the mountain." She counts, her voice coming out stale with the cold. You tell yourself that you're only getting a mug to serve her hot chocolate because you'd be in trouble if a cop died of hypothermia on your carpet. "But all of a sudden it was snowing, and I couldn't see anything. I got out of the car to try to locate myself and I nearly froze to death. Luckily I saw your lights on."

"Luckily." You muttered wryly as you walked back into the living room, a full mug in your hands that you handed to Jane as soon as you reached her.

She looked surprised at the kindness but thanked you sincerely.

"So you live alone here?"

"Yes."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes."

Your short, sharp answers made Jane look away awkwardly, taking a long sip of her hot chocolate. You sighed, walking towards the landline phone on your wall.

You checked, but just as you expected, there was no signal.

Nor is your cell phone in your pocket.

Fucking great.

"You'll be stuck here for a while, Miss Banner." You warned when you returned to your place in the armchair, noticing that Jane continued to shiver from the cold. "But as soon as the blizzard ends, you must go."

"Why?" she asks curiously. You think she regretted having said anything because her eyebrows furrow slightly, but she doesn't back down.

"Because this is my house and I don't like strangers."

She looked surprised by your response. You sighed before kneeling in front of her, raising your hands to the sides of her head.

"Excuse me." You muttered before removing the burrow, watching the snow falling on the carpet. Jane just looked at you, waiting, but clearly thankful for the cold sensation dismissing a little. "Your clothes are covered in snow, Miss Banner. You'll continue to be cold if you don't take them off."

"I don't have anything else to wear."

You moved away, feeling your face heat up. That's not what you meant for her to do. You mind immediately thought of her taking her clothes, one by one, but you push those thoughts away the same second they came. Clearing your throat, you got to your feet again.

"You can use something of mine." You said. "I'll get some blankets too."

It took three minutes for you to return with a set of sweaters to the living room.

Jane had removed her coat, and you scolded yourself for immediately noticing the bulge of her breasts in the social shirt she was wearing.

Maybe Ben was right, being isolated in the mountains wasn't so good for you.

Handing her the clothes, you also pointed to the bathroom, where she could change.

While she did, you busied yourself with collecting the small mess of objects you left scattered around the room.

Jane couldn't tell exactly what she found so intriguing about you. Maybe the right word was attractive.

She just knew she was in the middle of a blizzard, in the bathroom of someone she'd only seen once, trying to figure out why her body shivered at the smell of you on the borrowed clothes.

She thought it best to be satisfied with the warmth that filled her body with the new clothes you handed her, and to completely ignore any other sensation that comes from wearing your clothes, or from being able to smell your scent if she tilted her face a little more.

On her way out of the bathroom, she couldn't ignore her own curious nature, tied or not to her work, and let her gaze roam over the photos on the walls from the hallway to the living room.

She stopped walking when she noticed a specific photograph.

"Careful not to break." You warned when you noticed Jane, standing in the hallway with one of the frames that were on the hallway table. You walked over to pick up the snow-soaked clothes she was carrying, but Jane looked at you seriously.

"How do you know Miss Hanson?" She questioned and you raised your eyebrows.

Sighing slightly, you reached for the clothes, and when she handed it to you, you turned your gaze to the photograph.

It was a few months ago, you and Natalie went out drinking with some friends, until it got too cold to be outside. Someone decided to take one last photo as a souvenir of that afternoon, which had been so much fun. It was the only photo you didn't return to her parents.

"We were friends." You muttered before turning back to the living room, intending to put your clothes on the heater.

"Has anyone come to talk to you about the investigation?" She insisted as she followed you.

You busied your hands with the snow on the clothes while Jane stood behind the kitchen counter, arms crossed, waiting for her response.

"No, Miss Banner." You muttered.

"If you two were friends, Ben should have told me..."

"Well you are here now, Miss Banner." You interrupt impatiently, the clothes properly spread out on the heater, and you turn to her with a serious expression. "Ask what you want to know."

"Where were you that night?"

You let out a short laugh.

"Here."

"Is there anyone who can confirm this?"

You ignore the growing irritation that is building in your chest.

"What are you implying, agent?"

Jane almost hesitates, and you want to roll your eyes at the way her fingers tremble slightly toward the holster at her waist.

"Nothing Miss Y/L/N." She answers. "I'm just trying to figure out what happened here."

"My best friend was murdered, Miss Banner. That's what happened." You retort through gritted teeth, and you stare at each other for long seconds in silence, before she sighs.

"I didn't mean to..."

"It doesn't matter." You interrupt. "The blizzard will last a few more hours, but we don't need to talk to each other. I have books, and you have your phone." You declare before walking past her, heading back into the living room.

Jane rubs her temples with her fingers for a moment, mentally cursing herself for having offended you, before following you back into the room.

It will be a long afternoon.

//-//-//-//

You and Jane managed to remain silent for forty-eight minutes.

You expected the cold to subside and the blizzard to pass soon for her to go away, but that's not what happened.

You know that Jane also noticed the increase in the wind outside, from the way the windows started to shake and you had to get up to put on the protection and keep the glass from breaking.

You didn't look at her when you went back to your chair, pretending to be focused on the words when your attention really was on the way Jane was hugging herself with her arms, a thick blanket wrapped around her as she remained seated on the carpet, facing the fire.

"Do you want another blanket?" You grunted grudgingly, not taking your eyes off the pages.

"How are you not cold?" She responded with another question, looking impressed.

"I am cold Miss Banner, I'm just used to the feeling." You clarify, and finally look at her. "So, you want another blanket or not?"

She gives you a humorless laugh.

"I don't think the blankets will serve any good." She retorts. "They don't seem to be helping at all."

You roll your eyes slightly, closing the book. Your gaze studies her for a moment, and then you let out a breath.

"Please tell me your socks are dry."

She blinks in confusion, looking at you and then at her boots before turning back to you.

"No?"

"Unbelievable." You grumble getting up.

You leave your book on the table and go out to your room, Jane frowns in confusion and stays that way until you come back, socks and slippers in hand.

You kneel in front of her, placing the options beside your feet, while your hands rest on your thighs.

"If you don't warm your feet, the rest won't do." You explain and nod to the boots. Jane blinks in surprise before starting to take off her shoes. "How did you get your feet wet like that anyway?"

"There was a puddle of ice at the entrance." She grunted in embarrassment.

"Oh, it's for the foxes." You comment and noticing her confused expression, you rush to clarify. "They walk through the snow, and sometimes they can't find water. I made a little lake at the entrance, but I had some problems keeping it unfrozen."

"That's…sweet." She comments, imagining you taking care of a little fox. You feel your cheeks flush at the sudden compliment, and you quickly look away.

With her wet boots and socks on the floor, you hand the other pieces to Jane before picking up the ones she's taken off and standing up.

"Thanks." She says as soon as you turn around and you resist the urge to look at her before you go and put her clothes to dry.

When you come back, she's wearing your slippers, and she looks lovely, making you smile.

"What's it?" she asks as soon as she notices your expression. You shrug, leaning over to check if the fireplace needs more firewood.

"It's nothing, miss." You retort but you can't resist. "I just thought it's not that intimidating an FBI agent in sponge bob slippers."

Jane laughed. It was quick and adorable, and it made your stomach churn with nervousness. You looked away from the fireplace to her.

"You should feel warm in a few minutes." You say. "Keep your feet close to the fire."

"Okay."

You returned to your seat in the armchair, but this time, there was a pleasant silence between you two, the tension from before completely gone.

It only took a few minutes for Jane to let out a satisfied sigh, finally warmed up.

"Damn, this is so much better." She comments with the blanket around her, and you smile at her beyond the book.

"If you want, there's still some chocolate."

As she gets up to the kitchen, she notices other photographs, and you understand that's why she's next asking "How long have you been a ranger?"

"Four years." You respond by settling yourself better in your chair. You have a vision of Jane in the kitchen, reaching for some chocolate and using the mugs from before. "What about you? How long have you worked at the FBI?"

She bites her lip thoughtfully.

"It was three years last month." She comments when she finishes pouring the drink. You notice she got a mug for you too. "Most agents get an important promotion. I got paperwork in Las Vegas."

You frown slightly, surprised by Jane's bitter tone. She walks back into the living room and hands you one of the mugs before taking a seat on the sofa.

"What's wrong with Vegas?"

She sighs.

"Not exactly what you expect when you become a special agent."

"What? rich people using too much narcotics isn't the thrill you wanted, Miss Banner?" You joke ironically making her smile.

You guys take a sip of your drinks, Jane caressed the handle of the mug for a moment before speaking again.

"I was looking for something different when I joined the FBI." She counts. "And I ended up being put to work with musicians using marijuana in the beach area."

"What were you looking for?"

She shrugs softly, looking thoughtful.

"I wanted to help people." She declared. "But really help them. Not like the local police, always limited. No, I wanted the FBI. The possibility of getting to the root of the problem."

"Do you think you'll find the root of anything in Wind River?"

Jane is surprised by your question, but you just look at her without hesitation.

"I'd like to." She says. "But it's hard without cooperation."

You take a sip of her chocolate before placing the mug on the table.

"You're not the first person to come here and make promises, Jane Banner." You informed her. "And it sure won't be the last."

"That might be true." She retorts. "But I can be the first to keep my word."

You look at her for a moment before getting up. She looks at you curiously, but you leave the room, only to return a moment later, a small box in your hands.

You sit next to Jane on the couch.

"That's all I have on Natalie." You say as you push the box onto the agent's lap beside you. "Maybe something here will help you."

Jane looks at the object in surprise, opening the box and analyzing everything in it.

"I returned almost every photo I had of her to her parents." You say with a certain nostalgia in your voice, remembering how emotional the whole day was. "But I wanted to keep some things with me."

There were friendship necklaces and bracelets, drawings, lighters, guitar picks, flowers. Several pieces of memories of your friendship.

There was also a photograph that caught Jane's attention.

"Who are these?" She asked, holding the small photo in her fingers.

"The oil boys." You replied almost annoyed. "All idiots if you ask me. But Natalie fell in love with that one here." You said as you signaled at the photograph, which was one of the only records you had of the boys, being taken by Nat herself on the day she first visited the oil company with you and the other girls. "At least Matt was the less of a jerk of them."

Jane smiled at the comment, but her expression faltered afterward.

"Where is Matt?"

You shrug.

"At the oil drilling site, I think. He works there with the rest of the guys." You count. "I actually haven't seen any of them since she died."

Jane blinks in surprise.

"Yeah? And where is that?"

"Not far." You say. "When the blizzard passes, maybe Ben will take you."

Jane is thoughtful, and you look at the box once before she's asking again.

"Can I try using your phone?"

"Of course, Jane."

It's the first time you've only called her only for her first name, and you're distracted by the box to notice. Jane almost forgets that she was going to get up to try to call the local police chief, but she ignores the way your soft gaze made her cheeks heat up to move.

The blizzard lessened, and the phone started working again, albeit precariously.

As Jane struggles to be understood by Ben amid the screeching noises of the phone call, you close the box and place it on the living room table, getting up to remove her clothes from the heater, figuring Jane should leave soon now that the snow is less aggressive.

And a few more minutes later, she's actually leaving.

"We're going there right now." She counts. "Ben will get more guys to join us."

"Right." You say, scratching your neck awkwardly. "Are you already leaving?"

"Why are you wanting me to stay?" She plays with a smile and you chuckle shyly, surprised at the flirtation.

"It's just that your clothes haven't dried yet." You say and she looks behind you at the heater with a disappointed grimace.

"B-but you can keep those. Then come back here when you’re done in the fields.”

Jane smiles, nodding in agreement. The two of you awkwardly stand for a moment in the room, before she clears her throat.

"Well I better be going then." She says advancing towards the door. "Thanks for, well, everything."

"Don't mention it." You say when accompanying her. "Watch out for the puddle at the entrance."

"Yeah, I'll remember that." She jokes and you laugh before grabbing one of the bigger coats you've been hanging and handing it to her, only to receive a surprised expression. "I'm already wearing a lot of your clothes, I don't want to overdo it."

You laugh, coming over to throw your coat over her shoulders.

"I really don't mind." You guarantee, watching her put your coat correctly. "I won't let you freeze to death in the snow, miss."

"Alright, alright." She grumbles, her cheeks flushed. "See you later?"

"Yes, Jane."

She ignores how much she likes to hear you calling her by her first name to turn for the exit.

It's very cold, but the blizzard has completely stopped. You wait until Jane reaches the car and starts to get back inside, surprised at how immediately you miss her company when you see the empty room.

Pushing the thoughts away, you start arranging the blankets that were left in the room, and the mugs too.

//-//-//-//

Jane doesn't come back.

Not for the next few hours, or for the next three days.

You'd like to say you didn't care, but you did.

Until Ben was calling you.

"Sorry I didn't give you any news before, girl." He spoke over the line. "We solved the entire investigation on Tuesday. I'll explain everything to you, come meet me in town?"

It was going to snow again, but you drove anyway. In the worst case, you would be stuck in the city hotel until you were able to climb the mountain again.

The police station seemed to be in a mood of palpable grief.

You were surprised to find so much movement in the morgue area, but you didn't ask.

Ben was already waiting for you at the front desk, and you resisted the urge to ask about Jane the moment you greeted him.

"I have a lot to talk to you about." He stated before he signaled down the corridor to the interrogation rooms. You frowned, but went with him.

"Is this about Natalie?" You asked as you entered, taking a seat in one of the chairs.

"Yea." he said, looking tired. You noticed he was limping slightly too.

"Are you okay, Ben?" You ask. "You look wounded."

"Well, I got shot."

"Ben?"

He quickly gestures that it's okay as he see you ready to get up and you look at him with concern.

"It was the security guards from the oil company." He counts. "Must have been the biggest action I've had here in ten years."

"You sure haven't been doing that much of field work then." You retort provocatively, making him laugh before he takes the chair across from you. His expression becomes more serious, and he takes a deep breath.

"Matt Rayburn is dead."

"He was murdered the same night as Natalie, by his colleagues." He continues and you let out a surprised sigh. "He tried to protect her, and he was beaten to death. She ran away, but she didn't survive the cold. And well, you've seen the rest."

Your eyes fill with tears, but you don't let them fall, feeling the anger quickly replace the grief.

"Where are the oil boys?"

"Dead." He answers. "They attacked our team as soon as we started asking questions, everything quickly turned into a hail of bullets."

You frown immediately. "Did either of you get hurt?"

"Oh yeah." He says sadly. "Lost Jake and Louis, plus we have three more agents injured."

"What about Jan-Miss Banner?" You asked, correcting yourself in mid-sentence, but it was enough for Ben to raise his eyebrows slightly, surprised by the question.

"She's in the municipal hospital." He counts and you feel your heart race. "She was shot in the chest, but she'll be fine. I think Cory went to visit her, you should do the same."

"I will."

Ben smiles in surprise.

"I didn't know you two were friends."

"I didn't say that."

Ben laughs at your defensive grimace. "You're not exactly known for visiting outsiders at the hospital, that's for sure."

"Are you saying I'm not a friendly person, Ben?" You return it in the same tone, and he laughs.

"Friendly? You are more bitter than Sui's coffee!" He teases by making you lift your middle finger towards him.

You know Ben is trying to make you laugh because of the weight of the statements he made a few moments ago, and you're grateful for that.

Sighing lightly, you both get up.

"Thanks for telling me the truth, I wouldn't expect anyone else to have the guts to do it."

Ben squeezed her shoulder lightly.

"I know how important she was to you." He says. "And I'm sorry."

"Thanks ben."

"Now go visit your girlfriend."

"Fuck off, old man."

He just laughs before you leave the room.

The hospital was almost forty minutes away, so you went back to your car.

It would snow again soon, so you'd better hurry.

When you finally arrived, after parking the car, and giving your name at the front desk to a nurse who didn't seem too willing to let you in, you finally made it to Jane's room door.

"Good afternoon, Cory." You greeted the man sitting in the chair in the hallway by the door. He looked surprised to see you out of the mountains, and honestly, you could say the same about him. "How are you doing?"

"It's good to see you, Y/n. I'm doing well." He says getting up. "What about you?"

You shrug, and he understands.

“Are you here to see Jane, I presume.”

“Yeah.” You say. “Is she okay?”

"She had surgery, but she'll be fine." He responds by looking momentarily at the door before turning back to you. "She will be happy to see you."

You shift your weight between your feet, frowning slightly.

"She…she mention me?"

"She complained about a grumpy girl at the market." He counts with a smile. "And then she was wearing a ranger coat. It wasn't hard to put it together."

You feel your face heat up.

"We didn't... that's not what...."

Cory laughed at your embarrassment, gesturing slightly.

"It's not my problem." He interrupts you by gently pushing you towards the door. "C'mon, go talk to her."

"What about you?"

"I need to visit Natalie's parents." He says. "I will be back later."

Jane was asleep when you entered.

It was definitely weird to see her hurt. It made you feel helpless. But knowing she would be okay was enough to relax you for now.

You closed the door gently behind you, and looked around.

The room was simple, and you noticed that there were some flowers just like Cory's garden in the window. He was getting soft.

You didn't want to wake her up, so you went to sit in one of the armchairs and wait.

When you did however, you ended up sitting on something, and when you moved to find a stuffed alligator you couldn't help but laugh softly.

The sound was enough to wake the woman in the bed beside you.

"Hey." Jane called out to you softly, making you look up at her quickly.

"H-hey. Sorry I didn't meant to wake you up." You say getting up to stand beside the bed.

Jane looks at you with tired eyes, most likely from all the events, but her gaze is gentle.

"One gunshot is all it takes to get you off that mountain, huh?" She jokes making you let out a nasal laugh.

"Actually I just came here to get my coat back, I've been needing it in the snow." You retort with false seriousness, making her smile.

"If you don't mind the bullet mark, you can take it."

You laugh softly, watching her. She seems to be healing from her wounds very well, the cut on her forehead is already practically closed. You bit your lip before asking.

"How are you?"

Jane sighs softly.

“Sore.”

"Beyond the physical, Jane."

She looks away, a sigh slipping out.

"Tired." She says and you nod gently. "Did you hear about what happened?"

“I did.”

She looks at you again, and you notice the tears in her eyes.

“I’m really sorry.”

“Yeah, me too.” You say as you managed to give her a sad smile despite the way your heart aches at the thought of Natalie.

"But this is past. She wasn't the first, and she won't be the last."

Jane frowns slightly.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because it's the truth." You answer, and then sigh lightly. "Do you know about Cory's daughter?"

Jane nods in agreement.

"She was Natalie's best friend." You count. "When Emily died, things changed between us. I was…attached." You say, letting out a humorless laugh. "It wasn't Natalie's fault she couldn't feel the same way."

Jane blinked slightly, understanding. You continued.

"We've started fighting a lot in the last few months." You say. "Because of Matt. I told her he wasn't good for her, and that he was just as idiot as the boys that worked with him. I was driving us to my place, but we kept arguing, and she told me to drop her off at Matt." You declare with emotion, twisting your fingers nervously. "I was so jealous and so angry that instead of apologizing, I did as she told."

"You were her ride." Jane sighs in surprise, all the pieces of the story coming together.

You swallow the urge to cry.

"If I knew they would do this to her..."

"You couldn't have known." Jane interrupts reaching for your hand on the bed. "It was not your fault."

"I drove my best friend to her killers, Jane." You retort bitterly, letting the tears flow. "It's nobody's fault but mine."

Jane shook her head, squeezing your hand.

"This is not true." She says. "It's the killers' fault, and theirs alone. Please, you can't blame yourself for this. You didn't know."

You take a deep breath, controlling your crying. Jane settles down on the bed, her free hand reaching your face as she gently wipes your tears away.

"You kept your promise." You sigh then, looking at her. "The investigation is over."

"You helped me." She retorted. "Without your help, they might never be punished. You brought justice for what was done to your friend."

You sobbed, and Jane pulled you to her. You rested your face against her collarbone, crying softly as she massaged your back.

"Thank you, Jane." You whispered before pulling away a few minutes later, wiping your face on your sleeve as she looked at you tenderly.

"Any time."

Only now did you notice that she kept your hands together, and your gaze immediately dropped to it.

Jane smiled shyly when she noticed you looking, and intertwined them completely, making you blush.

"When I get out of here..." She starts off uncertainty, and you look at her. "You, I don't know, would you like to do something?"

You smile, stroking her hand gently.

"We don't have a lot of entertainment options here in Wind River, Jane." You comment. "But I get the impression you like hot chocolate."

She chucked softly, nodding.

"Hot chocolate with you sounds amazing."

"Agreed then."

The two of you exchange shy giggles, and you're silent a moment longer before you tell her you should leave, your shifts just went back to normal that week.

"Will you come back?"

"I was thinking of stopping by my house to get your clothes. They're dry now." You comment with a smile, Jane bites her lip.

"Or maybe you can leave them there. So I have something to wear when I come to see you."

You felt your face heat up, but you managed to respond.

"You could also wear nothing when you're there."

You can feel the new tension in the air, but all Jane did was glance to your mouth, her eyes darkening.

"Wouldn't I be cold?" She asks in a whisper.

"I'll keep you warm."

You saw the ghost of her smile before she broke the distance, her lips meeting your in a sweet but firm kiss.

You let your tongue slide across her lower lip, begging for passage, as your free hand landed on her neck, and you both sighed at the new sensation as Jane slid her tongue against yours.

But the kiss didn't last long, because Jane let out a low moan of mixed pain and pleasure, and you pulled away, understanding that she was still in the process of recovering.

You smiled in embarrassment at the look she gave you as she pursued your mouth, her free hand twisting the fabric of your shirt to keep you in place.

"Easy tiger." You warned her in an affected voice. "You are still healing."

"I think you should kiss me to make it better."

You laugh, but obey, kissing her very gently this time. In Jane's opinion, too quickly as well.

Then you pull away completely, and she grumbles softly when she sees you standing up.

"I'll be back tomorrow." You say with a smile, fixing the crumpled part she did to your blouse.

"I'll be waiting." She comments with a mischievous look, causing you to smile awkwardly before bringing your faces together again.

Your intention was for a quick kiss, but she slid her tongue against yours and made you gasp. You used all your willpower to pull away.

"See you, Jane Banner." You said a breathless goodbye, hurrying to leave before she succeeded in getting you to skip your shift time.

//-//-//-//

Over the next few days, you visited Jane Banner three times.

With your work on schedule again, you didn't have time to get back to the forest station without being late if you made your way down the mountain to town, but Jane understood.

Cory also kept her company.

When she was finally discharged, it snowed.

So hard that your only option was to sit inside grumpy like a child, complaining to the walls about how unfair it was that there was a blizzard on the day the girl you liked was free from the hospital.

Then to say you were glad to see her on your doorstep was an understatement.

But happiness was replaced by worry as you remembered she had just come out of the hospital, muttering about driving to see you but barely making it through the snow as you pulled her away from the cold.

"Jane, you've lost your mind." You complained rushing to get the excess snow off her clothes, seeing her shiver as she looked at you with her face flushed. "Driving up here in the middle of a blizzard just after being shot. Crazy woman."

As you helped her remove her wet coat, she just chuckled softly at your comments, following your movements.

"I am cold." She stated, looking at your mouth while her coat fell to the floor, but you were too distracted while kneeling to unlace her boots.

"Of course you're cold! Did you see outside? So irresponsible." You kept complaining until you finished. When she stepped out of her shoes, you looked up, meeting her almost embarrassed gaze, and only then did you become aware that you were on your knees in front of her.

"Will you keep your promise?" She asks in a whisper. You swallow dry.

"What promise?"

"To keep me warm."

You let out the breath you didn't even know you were holding.

"I will."

Jane bit her lower lip, and you lifted your hands up her legs, caressing her to the fullest extent, making her shiver in anticipation as she watched.

Your hands slowly crept up to her belt clasp, and you exchanged a confirming look with her before opening it.

You could hear your unbalanced heartbeats in your ears, but you unzipped anyway.

Jane remained still, breathing shallowly as she watched you slowly lower her pants to the floor until you removed them completely, and she stepped to the side for you to toss the garment over her coat.

You turned your attention to her exposed legs again, resting your hands on the backs of her thighs, gently pulling her forward to kiss her skin at the same height.

She sighs at the contact of your lips on her skin, and you start to lift the kisses, making sure to maintain eye contact with her dilated pupils, accompanied by her flushed cheeks.

When you licked her inner thigh, she moaned hoarsely, her hand inching into your hair, a gentle but firm grip.

"Don't tease." She asked through her teeth, her breathing quickened. You gave her an innocent smile.

"I'm already on my knees for you, miss."

"And what a vision you are." She retorts in the same tone, releasing your hair to unbutton her own blouse, her gaze on you the entire time.

But you decided to continue your original idea, and reached up to her panties, reaching at the sides and pulling the item down.

With the garment off, you had a view of Jane's exposed and visibly wet intimacy, and you sighed, feeling your own pussy begin to tingle.

You turned your gaze to her, bracing your hands on the back of her thighs, waiting for confirmation.

Jane removed the shirt completely, tossing it to the floor, before working on her bra. You thought every second was being too long, and moved your face closer to her cunt, kissing her lightly and smiling at the way Jane let out a breathless moan, struggling to remove her bra.

But your smile turned to a groan as she finished removing her bra and grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling hard to make you look at her.

"Don't bite." She commands before forcing your face against her cunt, and you both moan at the contact.

Your tongue slides between her folds, and you delight in her taste, and the way she was wet and hot. Your hands firm on her thighs, and her hand in your hair as Jane lets out breathless moans as she feels all the pleasure you give her.

"That's it darling…keep going…" She guides between her whimpers, your mouth devouring her with adoration. She tastes like heaven, but she's hot as hell. "Oh... fuck....right there."

The sounds were working for you too, your pussy was soaking wet in your pants, and you pressed your thighs together as you sucked on Jane's clit and she forced your face forward in a reflex to prolong the sensation.

You suck, and take your tongue as far as it will go, making sure to press your nose against her clitoris. Her taste and smell intoxicate you in the best possible way, and the sounds she is making are almost enough to drive you over the edge.

Jane begins to shiver and whimper when she''s close, the grip on your hair tightening, encouraging you to keep fucking her relentlessly.

"Don't stop...my god...." She gasps with no ability to maintain a coherent sentence, your hot mouth driving her insane.

You feel the way she throbs on your tongue, her walls tightening around you, and you keep up your pace, until she cums.

Jane climaxes with a high, throaty moan, throwing her head back as her whole body trembles in spasms and you hold her firmly by the thighs, ready to keep her from falling to the floor as you watch her try to normalize her breathing, your mouth still on her intimacy, licking gently at her clit, until she whimpers from the overstimulation and pulls you nicely by the hair to stop you.

"Come here." She commands in a husky voice and you sigh as you take your hands off her thighs, rushing to be on your feet. She releases the hair grip to cup your face with her hand, bringing your lips together in a passionate, fervent kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth eagerly and making your head spin.

Your hands land on her waist, and as they start to go up, she gasps, breaking the kiss as she feels your palms against her breasts. You move forward to join your lips together again, but she squeezes your throat gently, making you grunt horny.

"I want your mouth." She warns as she uses her free hand to pull your hand away from her breast, using the hand on your neck to grab your hair again and pull your face towards her breast. "That you can bite."

You smile against her nipple, using your mouth to stimulate. Jane closes her eyes, giving in to the feeling of having you sucking and biting her nipples as you move your hands down to her ass, squeezing the flesh and pushing her hips against you, making you both moan at the contact.

It wasn't long before she was ready for another, her hips pushing against yours more frantically.

You cupped her nipple hard, and sucked, releasing the skin after you were sure it would mark, causing her to moan loudly.

But you could feel your edge reaching out to you, after you had tasted her, it wasn't going to take much for you to cum, and you wanted to do it on top of her.

So you reached up to her hair, tugging gently as your mouth moved against her collarbone, the change in dominance made Jane gasp in surprise.

You licked all the way from her neck to her ear, whispering "Bedroom, now." before biting her earlobe.

Jane brought your mouths together again, and the kiss broke into gasping moans many times around the hallway, until you stumbled into the bedroom, and you fell on top of her on the bed.

"You're wearing too many clothes." She comments breathlessly once your kisses have moved down again, making you smile against the skin of her neck.

You pulled away then, ignoring the dissatisfied grunt she made at the loss of contact, to remove your clothes quickly.

Jane bit her lip at the sight of you naked, but you didn't give her time to absorb anything, rejoining your mouths as she pulled you into her lap by the waist.

You thought you were boiling from the inside out, the feel of Jane's pussy against yours was utterly maddening.

Your tongues luff together as you thrust your hips forward, the friction making you both moan into the kiss.

You needed control not to completely give in to the sensation as you pushed Jane with one hand back onto the bed and sat up against her warm center.

She looked at you with some curiosity beyond the lust, breathing out of rhythm through her mouth as you bent slightly to reach the head of the bed. Your toy was there, a double dildo.

"You trust me?" You ask as you lift the object into her field of vision, seeing Jane's eyes widen slightly. You waited, and then she finally nodded.

You pulled away only to fit the dildo between you two, Jane holding her breath in anticipation. You penetrated her first, not having a hard time with the way she was soaking wet and the plastic penis easily slid inside, and she threw her head back on the pillow, moaning at the sensation of being bottom up.

You fit the other end to your entrance, settling into her lap before lowering your hips against Jane, gasping at the feel of the dildo sliding between your walls, your pussy throbbing against the plastic.

You rest your hands on Jane's waist as she gazes at you adoringly.

"You feel good?" You asked breathlessly, using all your control not to move.

“Yes.”

“You like this?” You sigh as you force your hips forward, the movement makes you see stars, but it's Jane's hoarse whimper that's taking you over the edge.

"More." She asks, putting her hands on your thighs, trying to pull you forward.

You follow her request, swaying against her lap and feeling the dildo inside your pussy, the sensation of pleasure so absolute you can't keep your eyes open.

You dig your nails into Jane's stomach, tilting your ass to ride the dildo, and the whole movement makes her moan loudly, whimpering at the feel of the plastic penis inside her.

It doesn't take long for you to find a rhythm, your hips forcing against each other in sync, the dildo inside your cunts making you both whimper with pleasure, until it becomes too much, and you feel the hot grip at the tip of your belly close to explode.

"J-Jane... I'm..." You gasp loudly, keeping your rhythm, your pussy twitching and clenching against the plastic.

"Fuck...Me too.... don't stop..."

You came together, in a loud moan, as you arched your back and Jane sank her nails into your thigh.

You collapsed on top of her, sinking against her body, as you both tried to normalize your breathing.

Sighing softly, you moved to remove the dildo from inside you two, now completely soaked with your juices, and toss it onto the mattress as you returned to Jane's embrace.

Humming sweetly, she traced your back with her hand as you rested your arm at the height of her breasts.

"Is that enough to keep you warm?" you tease, making her laugh lightly as she looks up at you with lazy eyes after cumming twice.

You let your gaze wander, and frown slightly when you notice the mark a little below her neck.

"Is this where...?" You begin as you trace with your finger, and don't need to conclude for Jane to confirm. You look away from the bullet scar to her. "Are you sure you could have put in physical effort after that?"

Jane smiled mischievously.

"Absolutely not." She replies, making you look at her with fake annoyance, which causes her to laugh lightly. "But it was worth it."

"Yeah?"

You ask with your tongue between your teeth, and she murmurs yes as she moves closer, kissing you tenderly.

It is gentler, but it is even more intimate than any kiss you two have ever shared.

Jane puts her hand on your waist, and you rest your chin against the arm above her chest.

You stare at each other in silence for a few moments, but she can tell that you are pensive.

"What is it?" she asks gently, her fingers again caressing your back. You sigh.

"I was thinking about you." You confess making her raise her eyebrow in amusement, but the expression fades as you continue to speak. "About the time you’ll leave."

"Do you want me to leave?"

You sigh, shaking your head. "It doesn't matter what I want, Jane."

She frowns slightly.

"That's not true."

You pull away to lie on the mattress, your back on the comforter and your gaze on the ceiling.

"I'm going to miss you when you go back to Las Vegas."

Jane is silent for a moment, and then she is moving to look at you, still lying in bed.

"What if I stayed?"

You turn your head to her with an incredulous expression. Jane doesn't hesitate.

"I mean it." She says and you sigh.

"Outsiders always leave." You repeat the mantra you have learned and ignore the way Jane frowns, moving away. You grab your shirt from the floor as you look forward, sitting up in bed.

"We're a one-night-only thing, then?" She asks almost angrily, sitting up properly on the bed like you. You sigh.

"I'm not the one leaving."

"I'm not leaving!" She retorts and you turn to her.

"Of course you are!" You insist impatiently. "Or do you plan on living in the city hotel for years to come? I don't know how much the FBI is paying, but I bet not that much."

Jane sighs irritably, rolling her eyes as she looks away. You're right.

"This was fun, but we need to be realistic." You continued to get up. "You're going to finish the reports and leave. That's it, we don't need to make this big."

"I'm in love with you."

You freeze.

And when you look at her with wide eyes a moment later, Jane is rubbing her temples lightly.

"W-what?"

She sighs before looking at you.

"I am..."

"Don't." You interrupt, your voice hoarse with emotion, feeling your eyes fill with water. Jane blinks in surprise.

"What?" She asks confused. "Why can't I say? It's the truth. I'm-"

"Stop it!" You cut it again. "I want you to leave."

"What are you talking about?"

"Go away." You repeat in earnest, ignoring the way your heart is pounding and you want to cry.

Jane looks at you with hurt, then lets out an incredulous laugh, getting up to leave the room.

You took a deep breath to keep the tears away, waiting long minutes to follow her.

When you arrived in the living room, Jane had all her clothes on, and your first action was to look out the window to see the current blizzard situation, but it was over. Just like your story with her.

Jane hesitated as she opened the door, looking back to find you with your arms crossed, an unreadable expression on your face.

“Is this really goodbye?” she asks with tears in her eyes. You hold hers, lifting your chin.

"Have a nice life, Jane Banner."

Her lip trembles from crying, but she just nods and turns away, closing the door.

When she's gone, you collapse in sobs against the wall.

//-//-//

The next few days are not good for you.

You barely eat, your appetite has gradually disappeared due to the emotional distress, and it is so cold that you don't feel like getting out of bed.

However, you find yourself being forced into town when your coffee runs out, and mentally cursing, you put on your winter clothes, and go after your keys.

You choke lightly when your gaze finds the changes of Jane's clothes that you had left unpacked on the couch to return to her, and ignoring the urge to cry, you take the items and the key from the countertop, deciding to get her address to mail the clothes to.

It wasn't snowing that heavily, but you keep your eyes on the road. A few minutes later you reach the town and decide to stop at the police station before going to the market.

You are very frustrated to learn that Siu cannot give you the personal address of a federal agent.

"I'm sorry, but I don't even have access to that kind of information." She informs you in a low tone, looking at you curiously. "What do you want with this anyway?"

"She left some clothes at home, I wanted to mail it." You say and regret your choice of words immeditately as you see Siu's expression change.

"I knew it!" She exclaims mischievously. "I said it was weird that she always asks about you. Since when are you two sleeping together?"

You sigh.

"We're not." You say. "Well, we did. Once. Twice. B-but that's not important. We're not together. Are you sure you can't get her address?"

"I really wish I could help you, but I can't. I'm sorry."

“It’s okay Siu, thank you anyways.”

On the way out however, you bump into Cory leaving his truck by the grocery store.

"Hey Lambert!" You call him as you approach. "Any chance you have Jane Banner's address?"

Cory looks at you with a mixture of surprise and concern.

"Thought you would know that."

You sigh looking away.

"We're not together, Cory."

"And why do you need the address?"

"I'll return her clothes."

Cory raises an eyebrow at you, but you roll your eyes impatiently.

"So, you know?"

"I knew the old one."

You frown, confused and Cory clarifies:

"You know she's moving, don't you?"

"What?"

He gives a short laugh, waving for you to follow him toward the grocery store.

"Jane talked to her superiors while she was in the hospital." He counters as you walk into the store. "I think she wanted the Wyoming region to be her area of operation. And well, nobody wants this place, so her boss made no objection to her transfer."

You widen your eyes at the whole story, but occupy your hands with the groceries that Cory points you to pick up from the shelves.

"She got a place in Thermopolis, decent price, and I think her apartment in Vegas will cover everything."

You are really shocked. And Cory clears his throat.

"You know, she's a good person." He comments. "I'd be happy if things worked out between you two.”

You look away to the floor, upset.

"Don't even go there, buddy." You asked. "We would never work out. It was special, but it's like they say, outsiders always leave."

Cory laughed at your sentence, stopping walking.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

You made a bothered expression and Cory rolled his eyes.

"Kid, when people say that around here, they are referring to tourists and land explorers." He retorts, and then his expression softens. "You know, not everyone who isn't a native goes away. Not everyone is like your father."

You feel your cheeks heat up, and you look away quickly, busying yourself with grabbing a packet of coffee from the shelves.

Cory sighs, straightening his posture as he looks at you.

"I'm sorry." He says. "It was insensitive to say it that way."

"It's okay, you're right." You say upset, controlling yourself not to cry. "My father abandoned me here without looking back and now I don't trust anyone. You can start acting as the town therapist now, Doctor Lambert!" You tease armagely before throwing the coffee into the little basket he carries and turning to leave.

Cory calls you a few times but you don't come back.

You sit in your car, trying to control the mixture of anger and hurt that takes over your chest, and you must have done this for long minutes because Cory comes out of the grocery store with the bags and knocks on the window in your car, waiting for you to roll down the window to hand you the coffee.

"The address is on the receipt." He says as soon as you put the bag on the seat. "Some of the outsiders stayed here, kid. I stayed, and so did you."

He states with an earnestness before walking away. You think about his words for long moments before you decide to drive to Jane's house.

Nature, however, seems to have different plans.

It starts to snow heavily, and you are looking to stop on the road when you almost crash your car.

Cussing quietly, you realize that it is just another driver who had the same idea as you.

Squinting your eyes, you sigh in surprise when you realize that it is Jane's car.

You reach for the clothes in the back seat before you get out of the car, hugging your jacket because of the cold.

You tap the glass gently, startling her, but when she recognizes you, she quickly lowers the window.

"What are you doing here?" she questions confused.

"I could ask you the same thing." You return, ignoring the way your stomach flips with nervousness at seeing her again. Jane rolls her eyes.

"I was just going home." She replied.

"Well, I was going to return your clothes." You informed as you lifted the change to her and tossed it into the passenger seat through the window. "Good luck in Thermopolis, Janne Banner." You said before walking away and she blinked in confusion as she hurried to remove her seatbelt and get out of the car, the sound of the door opening making you stop walking and turn to her.

" You know I'm moving?" She asks in surprise.

"Yes, Cory told me."

She hesitates, opening and closing her mouth once before actually deciding to speak.

"It's close." She says. "Thermopolis, I say. It's close from here."

"I know."

Jane pulls a strand of hair out of her face, seeming to take courage.

"Does that change anything between us?"

You frown slightly, looking away and then back at her.

"No, Jane." You reply, and she looks down at the floor immediately. You sigh, taking a step forward. "But the fact that I am in love with you, does."

She raises her head quickly, surprised at the confession. You give her a shy smile.

"You living in Vegas, Seattle, or even on the moon makes no difference to me." You continue as you approach her with slow steps. "What matters is that I am in love with you. And I will stay in love with you even if you are on the other side of the country."

When you reach her, she lets out a relieved sigh, her eyes watering. You lift your hands to her face.

"I'm sorry I made you cry before." You whisper to her. "I shouldn't have told you to go when I wanted you to stay."

She smiles, letting the tears flow as she shakes her head slightly.

"It's okay." She whispers back, her hands coming up to rest in yours on her face. "Your hands are cold." She remarks in the same tone, and you giggle, but when you make mention of moving away, she guides them to her waist, on the inside of her coat.

"Leave them here, I'll keep it warm for you." She says making you smile with flushed cheeks, as she slips her arms around your neck.

"My lips are cold as well." You joke and she bites back a smile, resting her forehead against yours.

"Let me warm them up too." She says before breaking the distance.

From that day on, kissing Jane Banner in the snow became so comforting that it made you forget how cold it could be in Wind River.

//-//-//-//-//-//-//

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