"Who is Abe to you?" Jo asked; unlocking her front door, and ushering Henry inside. "My son," he answered. The door shut softly behind him as he began to familiarize himself with his new environment.
"..And Silvia?" She questioned; her gentle voice knitting sorrow into his brows after a brief bout of silence. "Abigail," he confirmed.
Her heart ached.
"I'm so sorry," she murmured. "Don't be. We made our years together last," he said. She leaned back against the wall, and he placed his hands on her hips; his eyes softening as her mind wandered.
"What're you thinking about?" He murmured; following her gaze inward. Their eyes landed on his lips, and he pursed them. "The usual," she sheepishly smiled. She pressed a delicate hand to his chest, and he arched a brow. "Homicide and your next shot of whiskey?" He squinted; grunting delightedly as their lips met.
"The usual?? How often is your mind in the gutter?" He mumbled (between noisy kisses and gasps for air.) She pounced on him, and wrapped her legs around his waist; wildly combing her fingers through his hair as he staggered backwards. He quickly caught his footing, and carried her towards the living room sofa; letting her down and bending her over one of its arms. His breath lingered on her neck as he yanked her slacks down; tracing her jawline with the tip of his tongue as he thrust two fingers deep inside of her. -She pictured having his face buried between her legs..having that long tongue of his caress her folds, and shuttered within his grasp. ~Should she ask?~
Slowly, she began to roll her hips forward; Henry slipping another finger inside of her and sinking quietly to his knees. "H..Henry, can you.." She gasped; digging her nails into the couch as he circled her clit with his tongue. "Gaahhh," she babbled. He chuckled softly, sexily into her, and felt her walls contract around his fingers. "Tell me you like it," he whispered. "Beg me for more."
He discretely whipped his arousal out of his trousers, and listened to her beg and moan his name. Over and over again.
Just as soon as he felt her begin to tip over the edge, he got to his feet; massaging her clit as he sunk into her. He thrust once, and watched her back cave in: her entire body convulsing. "Good girl," he soothed; comfortingly stroking her back as he rammed himself inside of the incredibly sensitive detective.
~Meanwhile, she was trying to figure out what exactly happened.. She'd never felt something so.. Amazing. She thought the whole female orgasm thing was a myth.. Though, she thought the whole immortal man thing was too~
About to arrive; he pulled out, only for Jo to flip herself over, and force him back inside. She sat up, and threw her arms around his neck; wrapping her legs around his waist, and licking her lips as he filled her with cum. "God, I hope you're on birth control," he murmured; shutting his eyes, and basking in her warmth for a few more seconds before pulling out.
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"You tackled the perp off the roof during our first case.." Jo realized; her eyes brightening. -There they were about an hour later: face to face, snuggled close together on her(hopefully not permanently) stained living room sofa.
" 'He thought better of it'. Give me a break," she grinned. "I wasn't going to live much longer anyway.. He shot me too," Henry explained.
"You looked really cute when you visited me. I thought you were an angel at first.. Then you said you didn't jump off the roof. Been an angel this whole time, you liar," she shyly smiled. "Are you blushing, Detective?" He teased; her cheeks burning even hotter. "Because you keep looking at me like I'm made of gold or something," she murmured; shoving his face away. He kissed her palm; looking up at her with his huge heart eyes, and she nearly melted. "It's Jo, not Detective, when you're f***ing me by the way," she corrected; Henry peering into her eyes, and planting another soft kiss in the middle of her palm.
"Stop. Stop it. I hate when you do that," she frustratedly giggled(music to his ears.) "Do what?" He grinned. "When you stare me down with those cute little puppy dog eyes. One day I swear you'll look at me like you are now and say 'Jo, I killed three people' and I'll end up saying 'aww that's fine.. Work doesn't need to know'," she ranted. "..Work.." she began; rubbing her temples. "Oh god.. How am I going to face Mike tomorrow?"
"In a manner that's hopefully more professional than the one you addressed him in earlier?" Henry joshed; Jo glaring at him. "Sorry.. You um.. could tell him you were intoxicated?" He suggested. "On the job?" Jo scoffed. "Or own up to having sex with your autopsist in a marked car," he smirked. "I think I'm going to sleep on it," she mumbled; getting to her feet, biting her lip, and turning on her heel. "Would you um.. Can you stay the night?" She hoped.
"Certainly," he smiled. Her eyes lit up as he stood, and took her hand; following her to her bedroom and snuggling beneath the covers with her. The last thing she felt before she fell asleep was his lips pressed softly against her forehead. "Goodnight Detective," he taunted.
