Near the end of the work day, Henry handed over the Abernathy case file to Jo after taking a look at it, and grabbed his coat; saying his goodbyes. When Jo got back to her desk, she opened the folder and saw a light blue sticky note stuck to the photo of the victim in the front. It read "Dinner at my place. Abe won't be present. See you at eight." "Very sneaky," Jo mumbled; grinning wildly. She checked the time on her phone, and grabbed her bag. She had about an hour.
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When Jo got to the shop, Henry greeted her at the door. He wore ash colored slacks, and a silky, red collared shirt; unbuttoned to reveal his upper chest and collarbone. He wore a new fragrance; subtle yet not overwhelming. He leaned on the doorframe and smirked. "Glad you could make it Detective," he said; kissing her hand. "I..III..Mme too," she stuttered; blushing. "I'm not having a stroke," she blurted out. He chuckled and let her in. "Stupid...Stop acting stupid.. Henry and I know each other considerably well by now.. Stop preening like you did when you first fell for him," She thought silently to herself. She took a seat on his balcony and they sipped wine. "Is everything okay?" he asked; grinning. "Yeah," she replied; taking her eyes off the section of his chest that his shirt revealed for a second. "Your shirt is just distracting me.. Can you take it off?" He arched an eyebrow and smiled. "Did I just say that out loud?" she mumbled; putting her head in her hands. "Jo.. You don't have to try so hard. -There is no tiny shortcoming or habit I don't know of that you happen possess by now. I see everything. Remember?" he chuckled. "That's supposed to make me feel better?" she questioned. He stood up and took his shirt off; draping it over the back of his chair. "Better?" he asked. She peered up and saw his nicely toned abdomen; licking her lips. "Yes," she blushed. "I'm sorry Henry.." She started to say. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers; letting her stroke his abdomen. "For a guy who hangs out around dead people and not a gym, you have really nice abs," she whispered against his lips. "Having sex 3 times in 12 hours perhaps contributes to it," he grinned. "If you think you're scoring again.." she began. "Well if you're offering," he interjected. "I was about to say, you thought right," she smirked; getting up to bring her plate to the sink. "So remind me Detective.. How did such a simple relationship; as partners, turn into this?" He asked; wrapping his arms around her waist as she cleaned her dish. "You know as well as I do that our relationship has been anything but simple," she mumbled. "Mm, that's perhaps even an understatement," he responded; reaching to cup one of her breasts. "I brought my gun," she announced. "I'm immortal," he whispered; kissing her neck. "Smart ass," she muttered. "Smart I am...I don't know if I'd say that I'm an ass," he said as she turned to face him. "Well, you're a pain in mine," she joked; smiling. "But I'm a lovely pain in your ass," he responded; pulling her close. "Sometimes," she mumbled; kissing his jaw. She moved to back away, and he held on. "Why are you still holding onto me you weirdo?" she laughed; peering up at the big grin on his face. "Because I want my real kiss," he answered; his eyes on her lips. He pressed his arousal against her stomach and they locked lips; battling for dominance. She wrapped her leg around his waist; much like she'd done before, and he grabbed her ass. "Am I a pain in your ass now?" he whispered. "Are you not wearing any underwear Detective?" he asked; his eyes widening. "I was planning on tonight ending well," she admitted; licking his lips. He arched an eyebrow; pausing momentarily. "What? Don't judge. You're not wearing a shirt," she said jokingly. "Mm, fair point," he mumbled. She led him to the couch and shoved him down onto it; eliciting a small growl out of him. She took a seat in his lap and started to suck on his neck; bracing the back of his head as she messed with his curls. "Gahhh," he sighed, as she whispered sweet words against his skin. "You're so hot.. I hope I look like this at your age," she joked; starting to nibble on his Adam's apple. He chuckled and grabbed her breast; groping her. "Henry!" she scolded. "My apologies," he replied; putting his hand down. "I'm merely used to going right from first to third base," he smirked. "With that face and those abs.. I'm not surprised," she said; raising an eyebrow. He laid down across the couch and she got on top of him; kissing from his collarbone down to the beginning of his slacks. She unzipped his pants; pulling them down, and started to grind. He let his head loll back. "Oh lord," he mumbled; becoming more and more erect; not to mention increasingly horny. He snuck a hand down her shirt; squeezing her breast, and she smacked him; resting a hand on her gun as a joke. At first, he thought she was just being a prude; not letting him touch her breasts when he pretty much knew every inch of her body by now. Then it hit him. She was teasing him. She grabbed his erection, and yanked hard. "Oh lord," he exclaimed; biting down on his bottom lip. She let him unbutton her blouse; continuing to rub his arousal. She soon discarded of it, and Henry buried his face in her breasts; spilling a bit on her stomach. "Geez Henry," she muttered. He licked her chest, making her shutter. "Henry, what the.." she began. "Oh no," he said. He came a huge load on Jo and the couch.
