Title: Let it Be in Zero G 3/3

Author: Roguie/ SunSpecOps/ Danae Bowen

Fandom: Eureka

Pairing: Jo/Zane

Rating: M/ NC17

Spoilers: Up to One Time at Space Camp, at least.

Warnings: Explicit het sexual situations. Not safe for work.

Summary: Could Zane really have walked away from Henry's off hand comment without making an effort to experience it with Jo? Or did he just get to work on it behind the scenes…

Disclaimer: Eureka doesn't belong to me, I just like to borrow the characters and mutate their inner voices. Please don't sue, my house is small, my car is useless and my dogs are pains in the arse, but they're all I have.

A/N: Smut that got way too plotty. Damn Jo and her endless questioning of Zane's every motive. Damn Zane for being a guy. In other words: they wouldn't shut up and ruined their own happy ending. :/

A/N2: I am not a science girl. Google is God, yes, but I'm REALLY not a science girl. The 2S really does exist though. All the other science, yeah, there's a reason this is called Science Fiction… just so you know.

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Part Three of Three

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A month? A year? A minute? An era? He didn't know how much time had passed before his consciousness returned to his body, but it was long enough to drive them into the wall. He twisted quickly, ensuring his shoulder took the brunt of the hit, all the while without releasing the overly warm, jellied body of Jo in his arms.

They laid in their own bliss for long minutes, allowing the rocking of their gravity free environment to further relax their already boneless bodies. It was brilliant, really, floating after sex. She buried her head against his shoulder, starting another, slower spin that gave him leverage over her, allowing him full access to her perfect, swollen lips. He took his time now, the urgency gone as he drank from her, the hand that he allowed to trace over her damp flesh calming instead of arousing. It was only when she started drifting off that he sighed with regret, moving towards the wall, pulling her with him.

She looked up at him in confusion, her warm brown eyes capturing his in question.

"We're going back to my place, JoJo. I promised Fargo we'd be out of here before any of the techs got in in the morning. Can't risk falling asleep, as great as that sounds right now."

She nodded her understanding, slipping herself back into the harness against the wall as he retrieved his tablet from the bag. He turned, punched in his code, set the delay and turned back to her, cocking an eyebrow and giving her a grin.

"Yup, definitely a game for another time. Gorgeous."

She laughed with him, wrapping her leg around his hip as he kissed her softly, neither truly noticing the modulator powering down until they had full gravity and Jo's legs gave out on her. Zane had to admit the change in gravity was shocking, he used the harness to hold himself up while at the same time allowing himself to be used as a prop while Jo regained her own equilibrium.

He couldn't help himself, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't.

"Tell me I didn't just bring the great Josephina Lupo to her knees?"

An eyebrow cocked in his direction and he had the good sense to step back, making as if he was retrieving their flight suits instead of protecting valuable body parts from potential dismemberment.

They dressed silently and Zane released the lock on the modulator, releasing them back into the lab area and then the hallway so they could get their street clothes. Five minutes and a hand through her hair had Jo shrugging in a mirror; sure it was past one in the morning and they may get a strange look from the guard on duty, but she looked acceptable. With luck, no one would question Zane's presence with her and they'd get out of GD without too many questions.

"JoJo, you're not working, at least let your hair down."

Before she could stop him he reached out and pulled the band from her hair, letting it fall in waves around her shoulders. He grinned, nodding in satisfaction.

"You should wear it down more often."

She studied his face for a moment, searching for any signs of a tease or comment to come, but instead she was met with stark honesty in his blue gaze. She swallowed thickly and smiled at him, lowering her eyes until she realized exactly how demure she must appear in that moment. Quickly she lifted her head, frowned, and moved towards the elevator.

The ride back to his place was uneventful. They didn't speak a word as he tossed the bag holding the remnants of their dinner into a corner and reached for her hand. It was too late for television, too late for dancing, hell, it was almost too late for talking as they moved to the bedroom and slowly began removing their clothing for the final time that night.

Jo was lost in thought as she removed her black suit jacket and pants, slipping out of her blouse and tank for the second time that night. Lost in the memory of words that were spoken without care, words that could either empower her or truly bring her to her knees when they were taken back.

He'd said he loved her.

Kind of.

Mostly.

In a guy way that probably didn't mean anything, at the very least it didn't mean enough for those words to be infused with the amount of power Jo was giving them.

She hid her eyes behind the veil of her hair, looking up to study him, taken aback when she realized his gaze was frozen on her, a look of awe breaking over his normally stoic face.

"What?" The word was sharp but without venom, and she instantly tried to soften it with a confused smile.

He swallowed heavily, his fingers stretching out towards her, palm upwards as his eyes raked over her body without shame.

She glanced down and immediately flushed from head to toe.

Pink lingerie.

Just in case.

He was at her side in a second, pulling her onto the bed, under him, straddling her thighs as he gazed down at her with blatant appreciation.

"What happened to just friends, JoJo?"

Her gaze darkened dangerously. "You're the one that started all this tonight."

"You weren't complaining." He lifted an eyebrow, reaching out to run his index finger carefully under the wire uplift of her bra. "And I'm not the one wearing little pink scraps of "how fast can I make Zane implode"?"

"I couldn't have known you were going to see it; this isn't by choice, y'know."

He growled softly, reaching down to nip at her nipple through the soft fabric. "You have no idea how mind blowing a sight you make in that. I mean… It's pink, JoJo!"

As she watched his brain melt, a slow smile spread across her face. Some things didn't change in any timeline. Her grin grew wider as she felt him harden against her, but when he leaned down to capture her lips, she put a hand on his chest. She had one question before she let this brilliant night go any further.

"Did you mean anything you said in the sim… modulator, tonight?"

He shrugged, looking down at her in confusion. "I usually mean most of what I say, Lupo. It's a given about me. Half the reason I get in so much shit, I guess."

She swallowed thickly, licking her lips nervously. "Okay, rephrase. Do you remember anything you said tonight?"

He shrugged again, offering her a gentle smile. "What's this about, JoJo?"

She sighed, "Nothing." He didn't resist when her fingers locked behind his head, pulling him down to her. He took great pleasure in removing the scandalous scraps of lace from her body, lips and fingers covering her where they'd left her bare. His heart exploded and his brain melted when he found himself inside her body for the second time that night, struggling to move at a slower pace, fighting his body to hang on until she tightened around him, coming apart in his arms, a single tear escaping her eyes, trailing down her cheek until it fell forgotten against her pillow. For the second time that night he found release within her, his body shuddering, drops of sweat falling from his temple to wash away any trace of the tear he'd seen fall, and even while he lay back with what he was sure was the stupidest grin of satisfaction on his lips, he searched his memory for what he may have said to break her one more time.

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He'd been sound asleep, somewhere around four am, Jo snuggled tightly in his arms, her hair tickling his nose so sweetly that he couldn't be annoyed, when his own words came back to haunt him.

"Oh, my god, I think I love you, JoJo."

He winced.

Worst thing he could have ever said to the fragile creature that now slept in his arms.

He'd never meant those words at any point in his life. Oh, he'd said them, but he never meant them. She had to have known it had been the heat of the moment, caught up in the situation, they'd just slipped out.

Of course she knew. That's why she'd made with the questions. That's why the tears.

His jaw tightened and he pulled Jo closer to him, closing his eyes as he breathed in her welcome scent. Best to just ignore it, let it be, never mention it again until he could offer her those words and actually mean them. Maybe he would one day, but they had the Astraeus final interviews to get through and then the mission itself. Their future was too busy for something like love to get in the way.

His thoughts trailed to the what the immediate future had to hold for them. Six months on Titan with Jo Lupo.

He grinned.

This was so worth it.

~~~Fin