They were kindly asked to leave, and left without a fuss; driving back to Jo's residence. "I can't believe we just did that," Henry mumbled. "I'm sorry.. I have problems keeping my hands to myself," she blushed. "It's alright.. I have issues saying no," he replied; stepping inside beside her, and watching her lock her door. "You don't have to follow me around. Go ahead and take a seat," she chuckled. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her, and brushed her hair aside; kissing her neck lustily. The kisses gradually grew longer and more intense, as she stood there and let him unravel her. She turned to face him, and he'd already gotten his shirt off. "Cutis anserina.. You're a tad titillated," he smirked; grazing her arms with his finger tips. "Maybe," she grinned; walking into the kitchen. "You want some coffee? Tea?" she asked. "Tea. Thank you," he responded. "Go. Take a seat, and stop breathing down my neck," she spoke. "So be it," he said; walking over to her couch. She handed him his mug, and took a seat next to him. "Would you um..Stay the night? I miss sleeping next to someone when you're gone," she blushed. "Sure," he smiled. "Want to cuddle?" he grinned; laying his head in her lap and peering up at her. "Aww. The guy who cuts dead people open upstairs just asked me to cuddle," she teased. "Aww, the woman who kicks down doors and points her gun at anything that flinches agreed to," he butted back. She rolled her eyes, and stroked his head affectionately. "Happy four day anniversary," he smiled. "Thank you. You too," she replied. "Let me take you on a real date, Jo. I don't want you to think this is just a four night stand.. I really care about you. I'm sorry if I scare you off by saying this, but I adore you.. I think you're really special.. and I want to be in a committed relationship with you. I want to buy you flowers, and pack you lunch with a love note written on a napkin, and hold your hand in public," he announced. "It's been thirty years since I've been in a committed relationship.. The last woman I confided in was Abigail. I've been scared, Jo.. I didn't believe I'd ever find someone I love as much as I loved her.. But I love you," he choked out; starting to cry. Her heart broke for him, and she embraced him; rubbing his back affectionately. "I love you too," she whispered. He got himself together and peered into her eyes lovingly, then tilted his head; kissing her pretty pink lips so passionately that he took the breath out of her lungs. "Want to go to bed?" she questioned. He nodded his head, and picked her up; carrying her into her room as she laughed and screamed at him to let her down. He backed up towards the mattress and tripped over a pair of her shoes; falling back onto the bed with her on top of him. They laughed, and she locked lips with him; letting him remove her shirt, and unhook her bra. They both removed the rest of her clothing, and she came down on him: straddling him slowly. He placed his hands on her hips, and held her down on top of him; digging around inside of her as he wriggled under her. She tightened her legs, and squeezed him inside of her, and he moaned. When she let him go, he flipped them over; thrusting into her, and panting. Approximately five minutes later, she quivered beneath him; digging her nails into his back, and he watched her ride her climax out in fascination. -Abigail almost never shook like this when they finished making love. He spilled inside of Jo and pulled out; laying on top of her.
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"I really need to start the pill," she mumbled. "You're ovulating right now," he said. "How did you..?" she began. "Working with you for eight months, I've familiarized myself with your cycle.. Figuring out when you're menstruating using tell tale signs such as increase in acne.. Moodiness.. I merely took this into account and counted back twelve days; also aware of the amount of cervical mucus," he explained. "That's creepy. I love you, but that's creepy," she joked. He grinned and she squinted. "Why weren't you using a condom then?" she asked. "Firstly, I don't have one on me. Second, it was my assumption that you had started taking birth control. -Your hormone levels seem fairly leveled out. Third, you appear to be in your mid to late thirties.. Egg levels begin to drop substantially after the age of thirty," he responded. "For a guy who opens up dead people, you seem to know a lot about the living," she spoke; getting out of bed and fetching her undergarments off of the floor. "As I've told you before, I was a physician," he replied; slipping on his boxer briefs and watching her get dressed. She slipped his shirt on; buttoning it up, and pulled up a pair of pajama pants. He smiled and crawled under the covers; spooning with her and wrapping an arm around her waist. She unbuttoned the shirt a bit and pulled it up to just below her nose; inhaling it's scent. "What are you doing?" he chuckled. "It smells like your cologne," she blushed; pulling it back down. "As do I," he smiled; planting a sweet kiss on her cheek. She grinned and rolled over to face him; getting so close that the tips of their noses were touching. "Goodnight Jo," he whispered; planting a quick kiss on her lips.
