Set Up

Part 21-Too Sweet

_Henry's POV_
Today, I saw something I seldom see out of Jo. An abhorrent suspect has frustrated her almost to the point of tears. She's been trained to deal with suspects(heinous or otherwise), but today she seems particularly upset by the young man she had to question.
-She stormed off to the precinct break room, and I followed after her; watching her get frustrated at the vending machine. "It ate my dollar again," she seethed. I silently took a step closer to her, and wrapped my arms around her waist; fiddling with her messy bun, and softly kissing the back of her neck below her hairline. She loosened up in my arms, and I pulled up a chair next to one of the break room's circular, light gray tables, and motioned for her to take a seat; Jo reluctantly doing as I suggested. I stepped behind the chair, and began to massage her shoulders; rather pleased that I'm better able to get through to her now than before. "Would you like to talk about.." I started. "Nope. Could you just maybe.. Sit with me?" She interrupted. "Certainly," I replied; pulling up a seat beside her. She sat sideways in my lap; risking being judged by her colleagues, and rested her head on my chest. I have a grown woman hanging on me like a mopey child, though I don't mind one bit. -I did once tell her I'm the least judgement person she'd ever meet. She folded her arms frustratedly, and I reached into my pocket. -I knew she'd immediately go for the gum, though I stopped by the vending machine a few days ago, and it didn't quite work for me either. I gently pried her hand open, and placed the strip of mint gum in her palm; her lips curling into a small smile. "Where did you.." she began. "I have a package in my desk drawer," I answered. She unwrapped it, and stuck it in her mouth; happily starting to chew. "Feeling a tad better?" I hoped. "Yeah," she murmured; gingerly giving me a peck on the cheek, and peering into my eyes. -This is her way of telling me that she wants me to "follow the leader" sort of speak. I grinned, and buried my face in her neck; showering her with her kisses.
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_Hanson's POV_
I stepped into the precinct break room; stopping in the entryway, and saw Jo sitting sideways in the Doc's lap. "You're just a little love bug aren't you?.. Too embarrassed to ask me for kisses," he chuckled; nuzzling her with his nose. She blushed, and he squeezed her tight. "It's alright. I'll give you all the kisses you want," he grinned. "Stoppp. You're too sweet, I think I'm going to hurl," she groaned; placing a hand over his face. "Why? Is the morning sickness already setting in?" he joked; starting to tickle her. "Stopp. Henry, we're at work. You're so weird!" she laughed; batting at his arms. -Morning sickness. I can't believe they're talking about Jo getting pregnant in the near future. She wriggled out of his arms, and he scrambled to grab hold of her before she hit the ground; falling flat on top of her instead. "Are you alright?" He asked; both of them laughing and groaning. "I swallowed my gum," she coughed. "Oh, I guarantee you'll live. You've swallowed things more odd than that since we've gotten together," he smirked. "Why do you have to be so gross?" she laughed. "I was merely stating a fact. The sky is blue and you've swallowed my semen," he grinned; Jo blushing, and shoving him off of her. EW. "Don't push me away. Only I'm allowed to do that to people," he teased; Jo rolling her eyes as he crawled back on top of her. "Henry.." she started. He cut her off; kissing her softly, and she smiled against his lips; soon deepening the kiss. As gross as hearing all.. That.. Was.. Jo must really be into the guy if she's already wanting to have his kid. He looks like he makes her happy, and as her friend, I need to support her even if she does get pregnant. Her and I made brief eye contact, and I forced a smile; leaving them alone in the break room.
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_Jo's POV_(5 hours later)_
I was laying around watching tv; just about to pick up the phone and call Henry, when I heard a knock at the door. It's only the second night in a little over a week that we haven't spent the night at the other's house, and I've been lonely.
-I peeked through my door's peep hole, and my heart leapt into my throat. "Just a minute," I called; stripping down to my socks(just my socks), and inviting Henry in. He stepped inside; a bag of candy in his hands, and his jaw dropped. "Hi," I giggled; quickly shutting the door. "H..Hello," he stuttered. "Oh please. You've seen me naked before," I smirked; forcing him up against the wall, and acting as slutty as possible. "Yes, But I wasn't quite expecting to see it as I first walked through the door," he murmured; growing enthralled with me as I wrapped a leg around him, and combed a hand through his curls. "And I wasn't expecting to see you at all. What brings you here?" I replied; cracking a grin. "Well, I owed you a bag of treats, and to be completely honest, I missed you," he blushed. "Look whose being clingy," I teased; his face turning an even darker shade of red. "No.. Well.. Perhaps. -I don't want to sleep alone.. Even if all we do is sleep, I want to do it with you," he replied; my heart fluttering. "It's okay. I was just about to call you and ask if you wanted to come over," I admitted; Henry's eyes never leaving my boobs. "My eyes are up here," I muttered; cupping his chin, and manually raising his head. "My apologies," he mumbled; his eyes drifting back down to where they'd laid before. "So.. I asked you a question. Do you have any for me?" I questioned; hoping he'd maybe ask me something I've been hoping he'd ask me since we started sleeping at each other's houses nearly every night: something I'm not really ready to say out loud. "Yes. Could you perhaps jump up and down a few times?" he asked; following me over to the couch like a horny, lovestruck puppy dog. I rolled my eyes, and took a seat on the far left side of my sofa; Henry crawling into my lap before pinning me against the cushions, and holding my arms above my head. I arched my brows, and he let go of my arms; trusting that I'd stay still. I let them fall down to my sides, and he started to feel me up; lustily groping my.. Well.. Everything. He buried his face in my neck; slobbering in some places, and giving me small, precise pecks in others. "You wanted me to ask you if we should.. Readjust.. our living arrangements. I understand your hesitation in stating his explicitly, though I do recall once telling you that I'm the least judgmental person you'll ever meet." he smiled; raising his head, and peering into my eyes. I pursed my lips, and looked everywhere but directly at him; my face feeling hot. "I could of course be wrong.. But I often take pride in saying that I'm fairly good at reading people. Am I wrong?" he wondered; grabbing my face, and forcing me to meet his gaze. "No. I don't want to sleep alone either," I answered. "I've an idea then.. How about we pack enough to stay at the other person's house for one week at a time.. For now, we can switch off every week," he suggested. "I'd like that," I smiled; sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the couch. "I'm going to head to bed. You coming?" I asked. "Certainly," he grinned; following me back to my room.
-I crawled under the covers, and he stripped down to his ash colored boxers and matching socks, then joined me beneath the comforter; happily spooning with me. "Goodnight. I love you, he whispered; giving me a peck on the cheek. "I love you too," I smiled.