_Jo's POV_
The first thing Henry and I did after a long day of inconclusive field work was flop back onto his bed, and take a nap.
-And upon waking up from said nap, the first thing I noticed was his warm, delicate hand sneaking up my shirt, before finding its resting place on my waist. I poked one eye open, and he flashed me one of his charming, megawatt smiles, as he tugged me closer to him. "Hi," I murmured; biting my lip. "Hi," he replied. -His mouth is suddenly so close I can practically taste the mint on his breath. "Have a good nap?" He asked. He casually licked his lips, and my heart began to pound(how does he gain control so quickly?) I simply nodded my head 'yes,' and laid completely still as he buried his face in my neck; pressing his hipbones into mine, and smiling against my skin. "Please. No more hickeys," I groaned; Henry chuckling softly, and giving me a quick, affectionate peck directly below my jaw. (At least he gave me his scarf to cover up with earlier today.)
I'll admit that the second he raised his head, it took me back to our dance last night out on the balcony.
He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and flashed me a warm smile: his eyes twinkling with wonder (and maybe a little desire) as he peered into mine. "So.. A little boy or a little girl?" He asked; his hand, and his gaze falling upon my stomach. "Are you asking which I think I'll have, or which I want?" I grinned. "Either one," he replied. "Well, I don't think I'm in any position to be picky.. But I've always wanted a little boy. How about you?" I said; gently grasping his hand resting on my belly. (Is this actually happening?) "Well.. I think if we had a little girl she'd benefit from having such a strong woman/maternal figure in her life.. And I don't much mind braiding hair, or playing dolls. In fact, in the eighteen hundreds I had three little girls," he answered. "Three? With one woman?" I stammered. "Yes. And one little boy, Antonio. Poor lad," he chuckled. "What were the girls names?" I wondered. "Claudia, Eduarda, and Maria," he responded. "They all sound.." I began; furrowing my brows. "Spanish, yes. You aren't my first lover with a Spanish tongue, Darling," he smirked. "I'm still learning new things about you everyday Doctor," I grinned; sitting up, and swinging my legs over my side of the bed. "Yes, and there's still much to learn. In time," he said; grabbing my hand, and yanking me back down into bed as I tried to stand up. "Just where do you think you're off to?" He asked; taking a seat behind me, and wrapping his arms around my midsection. "Home?.. Last week, I brought a stack of paperwork (that I've still yet to do) home from work, and it needs to be done tonight," I explained; Henry resting his chin on my shoulder, then squeezing me tight. "That's too bad. I thought you might join me for another dance lesson tonight. But seeing as you have a stack of.." He began. "Now, hold on a minute.." I interrupted.
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_15 minutes later_
As Henry and I waltzed around the shop's lower level: the turntable softly humming in our ears; I couldn't help but feel magic in each step we took. (I guess having a dance partner as good as mine will do that.)
-Moving swiftly to the beat of the music, he gave me a twirl, and stopped halfway through the move (just as he did yesterday.) My heart began to race as he draped my arm over his neck, and delicately, yet seductively ran his hands along my curves; pressing his body flush against mine, and burying his face in my neck.
-Around this time yesterday, Abe came out and interrupted us: just before I was sure Henry was about to make a move, though today, he's (thankfully) no where in sight.
Henry inhaled my scent, and raised his head; trying to keep his calm, but I've already lost mine. I grabbed a handful of chocolatey curls, and lowered his head once again; my heart fluttering at the feel of his lips curling into a grin against my skin. "I change my mind," I spoke. "About what?" He mumbled. "Remember when I whined earlier about the hickeys?" I asked. "Yes," he smirked; craning his neck, and running his tongue along my collarbone. "What about the paperwork? Shouldn't you be getting going?" He teased; brushing his lips against the back of my neck, and sucking hard. "What paperwork?" I moaned; my eyes soon widening at the noise that just escaped my mouth. (I certainly didn't want for it to come out.) He chuckled softly in response, then unzipped my slacks; slipping his large hand down my panties, and his fingers inside of me. An immediate twitch came from my thighs as he began to 'work his magic'; rubbing, prodding, and (eventually) penetrating.
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_Henry's POV_
"Almost there," I grinned; feeling Jo's walls begin to contract around my fingers. My ambitions for the past ten minutes have been towards bringing her to this point. "No. Not yet," she breathed; her jaw dropping. I peered down; watching her tightly clench her bare toes, and bared a smug grin. "Don't fret Dear. Should you decide to stay, I can bring you to this point again. In fact, we can do this all night long if you'd like. I'll keep score, and see how many times I can make your whole body tremble around me," I whispered; Jo digging her nails into my neck, and grabbing at my hand as I quickened my pace. I licked her jaw; bringing her over the edge, and just as she began to arrive, I spotted Abraham: a tad stunned, out of the corner of my eye.
-I'm not certain he's ever walked in on me whilst I'm 'entertaining a guest' before.
-Feeling her quivering begin to cease; I removed my hand from her trousers, and swallowed hard as she turned to face me. "You have thirty seconds to get upstairs before I yank your pants down and fuck you right here," she warned; getting in my face in the most alluring way possible. She started her phone timer, and I was forced to run upstairs; flashing Abraham a sympathetic look as I passed him.
