"Henry??" Jo called; sauntering out into her kitchen (wearing but a short silk robe) at around four in the PM. "Hello. Have a nice bath? I'm sure you look like a prune. Taste," he chatted; raising a wooden spoon to her mouth. Taking a sip of the rich broth presented to her; her eyes widened, and he cracked a small grin. "Yes. Thank you.. That's really good soup," she babbled; Henry chuckling and raising another spoonful to her lips. "It's an old recipe of Abigail's. A warm bath and some soup always used to make me feel better," he smiled; turning the stove burner off. "I could have drawn my own bath," she murmured; opening her cupboard and taking out two bowls for them. "Rose petals, bubbles, candle light and all?" He grinned smugly. "Yes.. I guess it just would have been less romantic if I'd done it myself," she replied; waiting for him to pull up a chair before taking a seat in his lap. "Which reminds me.. Why weren't you in there with me? It would have been so much better," she flirted; raising a spoonful of soup to his mouth. Arching a brow; he bared a small smirk, and took a sip. "I figured it best that I let you unwind by yourself after what happened earlier.. I did bring the.. Subject.. Up after all," he answered. "Henry, I told you. I'm fine," she assured him; affectionately patting his stubbly face. "Remember what I mentioned towards the end?.. Maybe we'll make a cuter baby," she blushed; Henry soon getting lost in his thoughts, then looking at her with those unmistakable googoo eyes once again. "Stop looking at me like that," she pleaded; Henry sneaking a hand under her robe, and gently grazing her belly with the tips of his fingers. Everything about the action made her heart flutter and her insides warm. -This is really odd- she thought; thinking about this from a partner to partner standpoint- but it feels so right- she continued; swooning as he rested his chin on her shoulder, and pressed his lips to her neck. His breath tickled her as he whispered sweet words into her skin; a gentle smile playing across his lips as he began to plant soft kisses along her jaw, trailing inwards.
-In about a minute flat, the kisses had grown longer, and more intense; Henry practically chewing on her with his lips. She gripped the arms of her chair, and he smirked; letting his fingers lightly dance on her skin in an attempt to raise the little hairs on her arms. "If you'd really like me to join you in the tub, I suppose I can draw us another bath," he offered; Jo practically leaping out of his lap. "The tub is still draining. I'll go put the plug in," she announced; walking back to her bedroom.
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Henry submerging himself in the lukewarm water; he spread his legs, and made room for Jo as she took a seat in his lap once more. "So Detective, please do enlighten me. Why do you feel the need to bathe twice in one day merely so that you may do it with me?" He asked; brushing his hard cock up against her entrance, and sticking two fingers inside of her. Water slashing everywhere around them; he rubbed her so harshly that she began to wriggle in his arms: hardly able to take what he was dishing out. "I don't know," she breathed; attempting to turn onto her side to get away from him. "That's a lie," he pressured; a small gasp escaping Jo's lips as she began to tremble; Henry thrusting into her, and holding her down until she grew calmer. "..Because I want to try and make a baby again," she joked; starting to relax as Henry wrapped his arms around her middle, and enveloped her in a warm hug. "That's peculiar. I recall you saying that we'd put enough effort towards baby making for today," he taunted; resting both of his hands on her flat, slick belly. "Sorry. Indecisive," she replied quickly; biting her lip as he began to shift around inside of her. "Oh dear. We'll not be deciding on names three days after the child is born will we?" He joshed; affectionately patting her stomach. "Are we actually talking about this?..Raising a baby?" She chuckled; grasping one of the hands he'd placed on her stomach. "As ludicrous as it seems, I suppose it's good that we're talking about it now.. Your baby making years are drawing to a close, Dear," he said. "We just got together.." She mumbled. "Then think of this as a business arrangement. I help you with your cases, and in turn, I donate a bit of my sperm," he reasoned. "Gee. That's romantic... And not what I meant," she responded; receiving a small, sudden jolt of pleasure at his last thrust. "Well.. From what I can infer, you're still getting used to our being more than just partners.. As am I, but.." He began. "I am.. But that doesn't mean I didn't like thinking of us having a baby out of love.. I told you I wanted to be a couple, and I do," she interrupted; turning around in his lap, and pressing an index finger to his lips. "Okay?" She added. "Okay," he smiled.
