_Jo's POV_
I woke up bright and early the next morning to a blinding white light streaming in through the blinds. I only got four hours of sleep, but I'm too excited to try to get back to sleep. I'm getting married to my creepy partner in the most romantic city in the world, and it feels like Christmas morning. I rolled over to wake Henry up, only to notice he wasn't there, and swung my legs over the side of the bed. He laid my slippers on the floor near where he figured my feet would land, and left a trail of rose petals leading out of the room into our small dining area. "Where does he find the time to do this?" I thought; walking nude out into the dining room. "Happy Anniversary Mon Amour," he smiled; hearing me walk in. "Get any sleep?" I asked; walking up behind him. The first thing I noticed were the belt marks I left behind last night. "Not much. I was a tad giddy," he replied. "Well, I am.. A tad giddy frankly," he added; taking his pocket watch out of his pocket, and checking it quickly. I wrapped my arms around him, and pressed my breasts against his bare back; kissing his neck. He perked up, and shuttered at the contact; turning the stove burners off. "Breakfast is finished. It will need a few minutes to cool off," he announced; trying to ignore my advances. He took a seat at the table, and I licked my lips. "That's all I need," I smirked; sitting in his lap. "I thought perhaps we could remain celibate until tonight.. When we consummate the marriage," he suggested. "No one said anything about sex. I just felt like sitting on top of you naked," I joked. He rolled his eyes, and I smacked him upside the head. "Don't roll your eyes Henry Morgan," I scolded playfully. He arched an eyebrow, and eyed me up and down; starting to get aroused. "You're right. It does have a mind of its own," I teased; making him blush. He bit his lip, and cupped my breasts; groping them eagerly. "So, we're getting married at Versailles? Isn't that where they made a treaty or something?" I questioned. "Well there's quite a bit of history behind it that involves more than a treaty," he chuckled; his eyes not leaving my breasts. "Then tell me about it," I smiled. "Alright..When the château was built, Versailles was a village. Though, today, it's a wealthy suburb in Paris, approximately 20 kilometres southwest of the French capital. The court of Versailles was the centre of political power in France beginning in 1682, when Louis XIV moved from Paris, until the royal family was forced to return to the capital in October 1789 after the beginning of the French Revolution," he yammered on. "This was all before you were born.. Yet you've still memorized it," I responded. He grinned, and placed both his hands on my belly; lowering his face to plant a quick kiss on it. "So wait.. Versailles shouldn't be like Vegas. You can't just pop up and say 'we're getting married' without any reservations," I began; cupping his chin, and forcing him to meet my gaze. "How long have you been planning this?" I asked. "A month.. Perhaps two.. I wasn't going to go through with it really until.." he trailed off. "Until what?" I questioned. "Until I had a dream with Gloria Carlyle.. I did know her.. That's why I didn't wish to assist on her case at first," he admitted. My heart broke for him. "I'm.. I'm sorry," I spoke. "It's alright. She knew she didn't have much longer to live anyway. She died next to her love's painting," he answered. "In the dream, she asked me why we weren't going to get married.. It seemed so real," he mumbled; deep in thought. "So you've been planning on getting married.. But were ready to bail.." I spoke. He nodded his head, and grazed my inner thigh with the tips of his fingers. "Were you worried I wouldn't say yes? Henry, no one in their right mind would refuse your offer," I assured him; resting a hand on my bump. "You just.. mean an awful lot to me.. I didn't wish to rush into things and ruin.." he started. I cut him off; molding my lips to his, and kissing him passionately. He loosened up, and placed his hands on my hips; our sweet kiss quickly turning intense. "Yo quiero hacer amor,(I want to make love)," I whispered; making him shiver. "That's Spanish. We're in France," he muttered; unzipping his pants. "I don't speak French," I responded; climbing off of him, and letting him get his pants off. I waited for him to remove his boxers, but he motioned for me to get back on. "You want me to take them off for you?" I joshed. "I told you, I wish to remain celibate until we consummate our marriage this evening.. I merely didn't wish to be scratched to death by my zipper," he answered; getting to his feet. "Fine," I grumbled; taking a seat beside him. He poured us each a glass of wine, and my eyes widened. "I'm well aware you're with child. It's grape juice," he smiled.
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_Henry's POV_
"I'll be right back," Jo announced; walking back into the bedroom. I nodded my head, and brought our breakfast to the table; waiting for her to get back. She came out a few minutes later in the same bright red lingerie from the night before, and I lost my wits about me; dropping my fork. -It's odd how she could be sitting on top of me completely nude one minute, and the next she puts clothing on, and I'm even more titillated. She just looks.. stunning.. in it. I scrambled to hide her chair under the table, and she giggled; climbing in my lap. "You're so weird," she teased; stealing a strip of bacon off of my plate. "Must you help yourself to my victuals?" I asked. "Mhm," she smiled; stuffing a piece of toast in my mouth. "If victuals means food, then yes," she added. -She said this with a mouth full of food, yet she still managed to look charming. As soon as she swallowed, I pulled my shorts down, as well as her bottom, and thrust into her from below; breaking my own rule. Her eyes widened, and I turned crimson. "So much for being celibate," she mumbled; pushing her plate inward so we wouldn't knock it off the table. I did the same, and she came down quickly; riding me hard. Every time a small pleasured moan escaped her mouth, it sounded as though she was speaking into a fan. A few minutes later, she started to quiver; panting against my dermis, and I arrived.. Making a mess. Afterwards, Jo started to wind down; moving more slowly on top of me, and then I pulled out. "I win," she grinned cheekily; getting up to take a shower.
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_Jo's POV_
I was standing under the warm water, minding my own business, when Henry slid the glass door open; stepping in with me. "Room for one more?" he smirked; pinning me against the wall, and entering me. "Ohh my godd," I moaned; letting him take what he wanted. "It's only been 15 minutes," I whispered. "I.. I'm sorry.. I felt like.." he began; slowing down. "Like what?" I replied. "Like it wasn't a want.. It was a need," he blushed. "If you felt like you needed to take a shower, you could have waited," I joked. He cracked a grin, and continued to thrust. "I do need to wash my hair, Honey. No. Sorry.. 'Just Henry'," I said. "It's alright. You can call me Honey. Sweety. Dear. Darling.. God of sexual relations; though it sounds rather clunky and expositional.." he rambled on. "Get to the point, 'God of sexual relations'," I chuckled. "Anyway.. Call me what ever you'd like after today. I'll feel blessed to call you Mrs. Morgan.. That is of course you're taking my name," he spoke. "I never took Sean's name.." I began; dashing his hopes. "But.. I'll take yours," I smiled. His eyes brightened up, and he kissed my cheek. "I'll let you wash your hair," he announced; sliding one of the doors open. "No. Wait," I grunted; halting his actions. "You can stay," I said. "Why?" he smirked. "So I have something to entertain me.. Plus you could use a shower to," I responded. "I actually took one this morning.. Thank you for those kind words," he chuckled; sliding the door shut. "Touching, but no screwing.. Sean and I tried that, and we both ended up getting soap in our eyes," I declared. He nodded his head, and I stood under the water; trying to put on a show for him. I massaged some shampoo into my scalp and peered over at him; catching him mindlessly stroking himself. So, I smirked, and ripped the shower massage down; starting to straddle it. "May I hold it?" he questioned. I nodded my head, and he grabbed hold of it; hitting a knob on the side, and accidentally turning the pressure up. "Is everything alright?" he wondered; watching me jolt forward. "You.. Just turn.. Pressure up," I moaned. He dropped it, and slammed me against the shower wall; thrusting into me.
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