Damn hormones

Henry was more than 200 years old, but he still had trouble understanding the fair sex.

He and Jo were in a relationship for about a year and everything has been more than perfect. She accepted him as he was and didn't really need that much time to gather her thoughts once he told her he was immortal.

Needless to say, they were both crazy about the other and Henry already took her to Paris where they had a blast and let the power of love drove them all along the city of lights.

But he was still clueless when it came to understanding women's behavior. Jo had shown him a whole new level and he had no idea what's gotten into her and he should have, because he was a doctor but it appeared his girlfriend was really good at distracting him.

He didn't see it coming and had no idea he would literally spend his week in bed giving it a new meaning to cloud 9.

Day 1:

Henry was in his office and was filling up some reports after their latest cases. Everyone hated paperwork, including himself but this needed to be done if they wanted to keep working.

Jo walked toward him and sat half of her bottom on the desk. She sighed and Henry raised his eyes up.

- Are all those reports already getting all over your head, darling?

Jo nodded, rolling her eyes

- Yes! I'm really tired of them, ugh! – she paused and looked at her boyfriend who was absently stroking her thighs, she bit her lips, he had no idea what he was up against

- also – she carried on – I'm more than tired of hearing Hanson's complains, I needed a 5 minutes' break.

Henry chuckled

- Well, I can't blame you. He really hates paperwork and he'd rather give his soul to anyone than doing it.

- Right but this has to be done so he could at least turn it off a bit.

Jo looked at Henry's fingers on her thighs. She entwined hers with his and started kissing his palms. Henry froze and looked over her shoulder, to check upon his assistants on the morgue but no one was paying attention to them, they were all used to see them giving each other's the bedroom's eyes when Jo was coming in.

- Huh, Jo, darling what are you doing?

She slowly whispered close to his ears

- I told you I need a 5 minutes break. The more I was filling up those reports, the more I was thinking about all those dirty things you do to my body when we're in bed and this made me incredibly horny. And I just really need a quickie.

Henry gulped, feeling his pants becoming tighter. This wasn't the time to be in the gutter but the way she was sucking on his fingers, the way her eyes were sparkling with lust and desire, he couldn't help the boner on his pants, he was still a man after all.

But he tried to remain professional

- Jo, we're at work... My office is transparent in case you haven't noticed.

She was now sitting on his laps and was feeling his growing erection and Henry was praying that no one on the morgue was looking toward them.

- I know honey, I know but I couldn't care less. I really need a quickie. Come on, no one's watching

She started sucking on his neck and Henry was getting impatient. This was so wrong. In all the things, he has done in his long life, public sex wasn't on his list, like not at all. With so many people minding their business on the morgue, he was really afraid they would enjoy that show and both their reputation would be ruined and one of them would probably be moved somewhere else.