Running out into the freezing cold waters of the East River; Jo threw her arms around Henry: hugging him for a long time before finally letting go. "Please don't ever do that again," she pleaded; trying to blink away the tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry. But I needed to show you. You've no idea how many this curse and the people I've gotten involved have betrayed me," he replied; his face softening at the way she was feeling him up(almost as if she was checking that he was really there in front of her.) -For the time being, he'd noticed that she'd seemed to have forgotten about the world around her: gently grazing his muscular arms, (then pectorals) with the tips of her fingers. "Jo.." He began; his cheeks growing rosy as he made eye contact with a bewildered spectator. "If we don't go soon, we'll be arrested," he murmured. "OH. Yeah. Sorry," she blushed; handing him a towel as he'd previously requested she do during the chaos going on(he'd picked up a kitchen knife and started spewing insanity)
-I love you-She recalled him saying-That's why I need to show you.-
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"Okay. Now's when you need to start talking," Jo spoke; shutting her front door, and flashing Henry a stern look. He swallowed hard; beginning to fear that he was in deep trouble with her, but his nerves were soon calmed when she hooked an index finger in his baby blue towel, and began to drag him towards her bedroom. "How many times have you died?" She prodded; closing her bedroom door, and yanking the towel away from him. "I've lost count I'm afraid," he responded. "How recent a thing.." She began. "I've been 35 for 201 years," he interrupted; her eyes widening. "Why does that explain so much?" She mumbled; shoving him down onto her bed. -He chuckled at the fact that they were carrying on in.. not normal conversation.. But an odd one with a casual tone.. As they got ready for sex. "Perhaps because it's hard to fathom where else I might have picked up my various.. Eccentricities.." He suggested; trying to lighten the mood. Her eyes had darkened with lust fairly quickly.. He saw the same enthrallment in her eyes that he'd seen earlier at the river. "Whose Abe? He obviously didn't work with you Dad," she spoke; lowering herself down on top of Henry. "He's my son.. Together, Abigail and I adopted him.. He showed up at a concentration camp during World War Two.. She was a nurse, and I a doctor.. And we fell in love," he explained; a gentle smile playing across his lips. "Silvia was Abigail.." She realized; the sorrow in Henry's eyes making her heart ache. "I'm so sorry," she said; Henry waving her off. "It's alright," he replied; beginning to affectionately rub her back.
-Discarding of the robe she'd thrown on before rushing down to the river; she began to slowly grind up against him. "How many women have you been with?" She asked; momentarily letting jealousy get the best of her. "I've been with many.. But I've truly only loved four.. And you're one of them," he admitted. "Did you love Molly?" She mumbled; digging her nails into his chest, and starting to grind harder(as to take a bit of her aggression out on him.) "No," he said; biting his lip, and starting to gyrate his hips beneath her. "Really? Because you sure.. Uh.. Seemed to be into her," she grunted; Henry gripping the edges of the mattress as she slid down his length. "No. It was lust. A mere fling. I love you," he assured her; practically screaming as she rode him violently. "I swear.. When I saw her flirting with you during the case with the college girls.." She muttered; the muscles in her jaw stretching as it was angrily set. "You're so hot when you're angry," he moaned; eagerly thrusting upwards as hard as he could. The blow momentarily crippling her; she gritted her teeth, and sat up straighter, before starting up again. "I'm. NOT. ANGRY," she argued; his jaw dropping. "Ohhh my lord. Ohhhf course not," he groaned; shutting his eyes, and clenching his toes. "I loved Molly as much as you loved Isaac," he said; feeling as if he was ready to explode. -She began to slow her pace, and he opened his eyes; gently cupping the right side of her face as she laid down on top of him. "I'm yours.. For as long as you'll have me," he smiled. "I just.. don't want to be on the same level as those women you've forgotten about. You may love me now, but.." She trailed off; refusing to meet his gaze. -During the last two days she'd displayed a wide range of previously foreign emotions.. He felt like he was getting to know a whole new side of her. "Jo, look at me," he gently pleaded; sliding his hand down to cup her chin, before tilting her head upwards. As soon as they made eye contact, he brushed his lips against hers; the passion behind his movements causing butterflies to begin to flutter around in her stomach. "I'm sorry. I never would've acted like this.. before. I just don't want to lose you," she mumbled against his lips. "You won't. I just proved to you that as long as you're here on Earth.. I'll be by your side," he whispered; breaking away from the kiss to look her in the eyes. "For the first time in a while.. I believe you," she said.
