_Henry's POV_
We arrived at our hotel around eight in the evening, and as soon as I locked the door, Jo dragged me into the bedroom. She shoved me down onto the bed, and I let out a small, excited growl; covering my mouth. She chuckled and pinned me down; kissing me hungrily, and grinding. "We made love only two hours ago," I grinned. "I'm going to f*ck you all night long," she smirked; sending shivers from my spine down to my groin. "How long have you been planning this?" she asked; removing her top. "A month and a half," I responded; unzipping my trousers. "How long is 'date night' going to last?" she smiled. "3 days," I replied; unbuttoning my shirt. "There has to be a catch," she joshed. "I merely wanted to spend a few days in Paris with my fiancée.. Get lost," I answered. She arched a brow, and I cracked a grin. "I packed you a new pair of lingerie," I admitted. "If you'd like to put it on.." I suggested; licking my lips. "Sure," she said; grabbing her suitcase.
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_Jo's POV_
I took my suitcase into the bathroom, and pulled out the set of bright red lingerie Henry packed me; grinning devilishly. I looked through my fairly small makeup pouch, and put on a shade of bright red lipstick that matches it perfectly; running my hands through my hair to make it look messy. Then, I opened up the door; leaning against the doorframe, and biting my lip. His mouth gaped open, and I giggled; walking towards him. "Look okay?" I grinned; lowering myself down on him. "A..Ya.. Yeah.. Yes," he babbled; eyeing me up and down with wide eyes. He flipped us over, and hovered above me in awe; running a sensual hand along my curves. "Henry, I'm not made of glass. You won't break me," I assured him. "Yes.. Of course," he blushed. I peered down at the huge tent he was pitching, and licked my lips; reaching for his throbbing member. He watched me intently as I stroked him; the look in his eyes telling me that he's holding back. "You know, you're not the only one who can read people.." I started. "You're holding back," I whispered; hungrily sucking on his neck. "I'm merely thinking," he mumbled. "About what?" I grinned. "Getting lost," he smiled. I paused momentarily, and peered up at him. "There's something you're not telling me," I replied. He bit his lip; suppressing a grin, and shook his head no. "I'll just tickle it out of you," I declared; flipping us over, and tickling his stomach and ribs. "No. Please. Stop!" he laughed. "This is incredibly childish," he eked out; squirming under me. I ignored his pleas, and continued on; my tongue poking out of the corner of my mouth. "Alright! I'll tell you!" he announced. I halted my actions, and peered into his soft brown eyes; meeting his gaze. He craned his neck, and pressed his lips against mine; trying to draw attention away from the fact that he still wasn't telling me. When he finally broke away from the kiss, I arched a brow. "Now, spill it," I demanded. "It's a surprise," he replied. "Oh, come on. I've had enough surprises. I mean, you told me tonight was date night, then you took me to Paris," I responded. "I was thinking we could perhaps go dress shopping tomorrow," he explained. "You know I'm not a dress person, because.." I began. "You can't kick down doors in them, yes.." he muttered; cracking a grin. "Though, you didn't let me finish," he added. "Then, continue," I said. "I could find a tuxedo, and in the evening we attend a small ceremony in our honor in Versailles," he smiled. "We're.. Getting married in Paris?" I asked excitedly. "It wasn't my original plan.. But.. Yes," he answered. "We get married tomorrow, and then get lost our final day," he suggested. "That is.. If you'll do me the honor," he spoke. Too choked up to speak; I nodded my head yes, and sat up; hugging him tightly.
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_Henry's POV_
"It's okay. Happy tears. Pregnancy hormones," she assured me; breaking away from our embrace. I faced her, and used my thumb to wipe away a tear that had fallen to just above her bright red lips; peering down at them longingly. She followed my gaze, and closed in the space between us; her lips a mere inch from mine when she halted her actions. I shivered; being hit by gusts of her warm, minty breath. "Want me to treat you like a criminal?" she smirked; referring back to an earlier conversation. I nodded my head; blushing wildly. "Hands behind your back. Interlace your fingers," she announced; fetching her belt, and grabbing her handcuffs. -I suppose since she's an officer, they let her through with them.. She was still wearing her badge when we were at the airport. I did as she said, and she handcuffed me; shoving me against the wall. "You have the right to remain silent, any thing you say from this point on can and will be held against you in the court of law," she announced; getting into character. -The stony look about her is making me perspire. "I believe you are carrying a weapon. I reserve the right to frisk you," she said; patting me down. She patted my groin, and I moaned; feeling a scream bubbling up inside of me. She smirked, and continued to pat that area of my body down; being extra rough. "Yesss," I groaned; tilting my head back. She shoved me and I growled. "When I said you have the right to remain silent, I meant it's better you remain unheard," she snapped; squeezing my arousal hard. I nodded my head obediently, and she forced me to turn and face the wall; frisking my back side. "You know, where I come from they call my methods a bit.. unconventional.. But they're necessary to get what I need from questioning," she admitted; backing off of me momentarily. "Where were you last night?" she whispered; kissing me behind my ear. "In bed with my fiancé," I answered; playing along. "I said where were you?!" she barked; whipping me with my belt. "OH," I grunted; growing incredibly titillated. -I've told her on a few occasions that I like being hit, but she's usually uncomfortable with it.. So she doesn't do it. "Don't feel like talking?" she questioned. I nodded my head 'no', and she swatted at my back again. "You said it was better that I not speak, officer," I grinned. "You speak when I'm speaking to you," she barked; whipping me again, and dropping the belt. "Yes officer," I eked out; turning to face her. She shoved me onto the bed, and crawled on top of me; licking my lips. "I'm beginning to question your practices, Detective," I joked; wanting something terrible to rid myself of these handcuffs and touch her.
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We made love for nearly half of the night; moving slowly and sensually. She unlocked my handcuffs, and crawled in between my legs; resting her head on my sweaty torso, and drifting off to sleep. I stroked her head long after; thinking about tomorrow.. The day when I get to marry the woman I adore. Then I thought about getting lost the following day; wandering around Paris as a newly married couple. I found myself wondering if she'll take my name.. What gender our child will be.. What we'll name them.. I nodded off around midnight, and dreamt sweet dreams about the future. -I've had enough nightmares about the past.
