"What are you doing?" Jo sighed. She put her car in park, and peered over at Henry in mild amusement. "Preparing for you to pull a gyro out of thin air," he replied; yanking his scarf up, over his nostrils. "What is it with you?? You hang around decaying bodies all day long, yet you can't stand the smell of a gyro?" She said; rolling her eyes. "Anyway, you can relax.. I ate dinner at my desk."
"Thank you for the consideration. But, you know there is.." He began. "..There's more to life than sitting at my desk eating breakfast and dinner alone, going home and sleeping. I know, I know. We've been over this.. But I'm practically drowning in paperwork," she finished. "That's true.. But not quite what I had in mind.." He murmured; Jo unbuckling her seatbelt and leaning forward: a pair of binoculars in hand. "..I was going to say that there is always a place for you at my dining room table.. But, seeing as though you've been drowning in paperwork, I can always join you at your desk.." He spoke. She pursed her lips, and lowered her binoculars; her posture weakening as her eyes softened. Slowly, he followed them with his own; his cheeks growing rosy. -He'd grasped her hand without even realizing it: acting on a sort of natural impulse-
"Jo..I understand that Lieutenant Reece is putting quite a bit of pressure on you.. This is a high profile case, and the public needs answers, but at what cost?.. Your sleep?..Your sanity?.. You, yourself have previously warned me about becoming overly obsessed with a case..About trying to rush.." He said; his cheeks burning as he interlaced his fingers with hers. "I'm not stresse.." She murmured. "I didn't so much as utter that word.. And you're wearing yesterday's blouse," he interjected. "..you're also burying yourself in your work in an attempt to ignore something else.. I know. I've done it before.. Jo, what is it? I can hel.."
"Okay, tell me why I've put so much trust into someone.. So he can continue to betray it," she snapped; getting in his face. "..Why I keep giving him second chances..Third chances.. Fifth chances.."
"..Why do I love someone who keeps lying to me?" She asked: her eyes stinging.
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"Jo?..Jo??" Henry murmured; gently tapping her shoulder and forcing her out of her haze. She peered embarrassedly down at her hand on his upper torso-at their sudden closeness in proximity-and inhaled his citrusy cologne. Her mind and body flooded with endorphins as she leant in, and groped mindlessly along the contours of his muscular arms.
~Bad. Bad idea. Stop~ she thought. -Though it was already too late. Her heart pounded, and her skin crawled. Though she didn't necessarily want to admit it, she knew something that might make her feel better.. Something that would only give her temporary relief. The stress of their recent case would return, and the stress she felt regarding him would multiply.
~She needs to tell him that he's part of the reason she's been so stressed. That has to be more cathartic~
No. Instead, she pressed her forehead against his, and got in his face; untucking his shirt, and snaking a hand up it without a single word. His eyes widened as she raked her nails down his abdomen; licking her lips, and unbuckling his seatbelt. "J..Jo.." He gulped. ~She isn't thinking clearly~
"..Talk later," she babbled; crawling into his lap. She hit a lever on the side of his seat, and it flew back; flattening out, and creaking quietly as she gripped his shoulders, and slowly began to grind up against him.
He tried desperately to resist her.. But what is a sane man to do when his crush starts dry humping him? He bit his lip, and clenched his fists; a small moan escaping his mouth as she buried her face in his neck and began to gently suck, nibble and kiss. "Joooo," he gasped. She whipped his growing arousal out of his slacks in ten seconds flat, and jerked him roughly upwards with both hands. "Yes. Yesssss!" He groaned; excitedly bucking his hips beneath her. He kissed her hard on the lips: both of them practically shuttering on contact. -The release of all the tension between them felt heavenly-
She stuck her tongue in his mouth, and he quickly followed suit; unbuckling her belt, and tugging her pants down without a second thought. "Henryyyy," she begged. "It's okay. I'm going to make you feel all better, alright?" He assured her; his mouth watering as she pulled her shirt and bra cups aside, and guided his lips towards her breasts. He sucked healthily on one of her nipples, and rubbed her tauntingly through her panties. "So wet," he drooled; his swollen appendage throbbing as she peeled her soaking panties down her thighs. He grabbed hold of his arousal, and teased her entrance with his tip; peering up at his lustful partner, and taking in the beautiful scenery for as long as they could bare. "Please," she whispered. "Okay, okay. Nice and slow," he breathed; letting her go, and shutting his eyes as she slid down his length. ~..And he'd never before heard such a strange, enthralling noise escape her mouth~ Her phone vibrated on the dashboard, and his heart sank; his eyes fluttering open. "Phone. Hand me. Please," she mumbled; sliding slowly upwards (as if to dismount him) before forcing herself back down: her abdomen twitching. "Rub me. Rub me. Don't stop-It's Mike. I need to take this," she moaned; his eyes widening. He nodded his head, and she rested her chin on his shoulder; letting him listen in on their phone call. "Hey. What's up?" She answered; her partner grazing her sleek folds with the tips of his fingers, and triggering her. She grabbed his wrist with her free hand, and humped him quickly..harshly.. -Just a few times.
~He wanted to scream~
~She prayed Mike couldn't hear the suction~
Henry thrust harshly upward, and felt her thighs tremble. He pat them gently, and peered up at her as she struggled to maintain her wits. "..Everything is going great.." She muttered; shutting her eyes, and tightening her grip on the phone. Encircling her clit with a few fingers; he reached beneath her shirt, and unhooked her bra with one hand: thrusting again, and spotting the whites of her eyes.
She was mid-sentence when he completely snapped, and tore her shirt open; picking up a steady, mind-numbing pace. He forced his fingers further back, and sucked lustily on her breasts: panting, and grinding, and leaving behind hickeys galore.
"Jo?? Are you okay?" Hanson asked.
~Screw it~ she thought. "Busy f***ing Henry. Text you later," she hung up. Henry's eyes widened, and she shrugged her shoulders; cracking her neck, then humping him as roughly as she could; getting every ounce of anger out.
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When release finally came; Jo gripped his shoulders, and slowly dismounted him: his spunk leaking out of her as her body sagged against his. "Shit. This is a marked car," she muttered. "..Meaning you borrowed it. From the station.." He panted. "..and I'm leaking cum all over the seats," she mumbled; searching the glove compartment for napkins, coming up with nothing, and slamming it shut. "F*** it," she grunted. "None of this is stressing me out. Not the seats, not the case.. Not as much as you're stressing me out. -Tell me, why do I put my trust in you just for you to let me down?? -Why do I love a man who lies to me? -Why did I just f*** the brains out of him?" She rambled; yanking her pants up. "And you.. you trust me enough to have unprotected sex with me, yet you don't trust me enough to just tell me the f***ing truth," she choked; throwing the car's passenger side door open and stumbling out wearing only her unhooked bra. "Jo, get back in here! You've hardly any clothes on!" He urged; zipping his fly. "No. You know what? How about I go for a naked swim in the river, then blame it on somnambulism? And neglect anyone who cares enough to ask why, and what they can do to help?" She snapped; tossing her bra at him. "Jo, please! If you get caught, the repercussions will surely be wor.." He spoke; his partner turning her back to him and walking off. "Jo!" He ran(still fastening his belt.) He grabbed her arm, and turned her around: his eyes full of worry.. And hers full of hurt. Slowly, he placed her hand on his scar. "You got shot.. Right? At least I know that's not a lie.. Scar looks about right," she muttered. "..Yes. And do you feel that?" he murmured; his heart still pounding from the brief jog he did over to her.
Her mouth grew dry.
"Let's start off with the basics.. I was born in 1797 in London, England. In 1814, I died aboard a slave ship. Remember that ship Isaac found?:The Empress of Africa?-It was that one. Ever since, I've died, and respawned nude in the nearest body of water. In NewYork, it's the East River. Don't believe me? Test it. I'm sure you'd love to shoot me at this point," he calmly spoke; placing Jo's pistol in her hand: its barrel pressed against temple.
Her hand shaking; she dropped the weapon. "I would've told you sooner but they keep dissecting me for science. Please put your shirt on."
