After a week on vacation I now have my computer back and am refreshed and ready to write some more. So I hope enjoy this next chapter. Also I received a bit of a reminder while I was away if you haven't already please join this Facebook group groups/ForeveristsForeverFans/ not only does it have a link to the petition to save this amazing show but it also keeps supporters up to date on tweet events. So please if you haven't already, join in the effort to save such a unique and creative show.
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Henry and Jo's relationship was slow going, but that's what they both needed. Jo was living up to her promise to bring Henry into the 21st century while he wasn't quite ready to accept cellphones and microwaves he was beginning to understand more of Lucas's references. On the other hand Jo was developing an appreciation for some of the finer arts. While she will never pretend to enjoy opera, and ballet still bored her, she found that plays were actually quite enjoyable.
Several weeks had gone by and not only was Henry and Jo's relationship making progress. Jacob had won Henry over as well. Saturday mornings were spent with the two of them playing chess while Abe gave them a hard time about actually helping in the shop, unless he and Jo were lost in conversation. He was really just happy that his father was making connections again. Some how his shop had become home to a group of misfits and orphans that were using each other to reconnect with the world, or maybe it had always been that way and the group was just getting bigger.
One Saturday things looked like they were about to change. Henry had just said good bye to Jacob for the night when Abe came down stairs more dressed up than usual.
"Don't wait up Henry I'm going to lock up and then be out of your hair."
"Date tonight?" Henry questioned.
"Well you aren't the only one who can pick up women." Abe returned.
"Well leave the door unlocked Jo is coming over in a bit." Henry instructed, "We were going out, but I haven't cooked in a while so maybe we'll take advantage of your absence from the kitchen."
"Don't burn the house down." Abe said as a fair well.
Henry checked his watch he had just enough time to run down to the supermarket and get dinner started before Jo was expected. It wasn't until Henry had started cooking that it really dawned on him, he and Jo would be alone in his home tonight. Would she expect something, was he ready for that? It had been a long time since he spent the night with someone he truly cared about. He was forced out of his thoughts by the jangling of bells downstairs.
"You know your door was unlocked, makes it pretty easy for someone to come in and steal something." Jo called throughout the house. "Don't worry I locked it behind me."
"What would a thief want to steal from a couple defenseless old men?" Henry met her in the living room.
"How about this?" Jo gave him a soft kiss.
"I don't think that was necessarily stealing." Henry returned with a kiss that erased all the worries he had about where the night might lead, he was in love with this woman, everything about her made him smile.
"What smells so good?" Jo asked when they finally parted. "Is Abe expecting company?"
"What makes you think that Abe's the only one in this house that can cook?" Henry smiled, "Someone had to teach him."
"Sorry I assumed it was Abigail." Jo shrugged.
"Actually it was." Henry admitted, "But that doesn't mean I'm useless in the kitchen." He removed her coat and led her to where he was putting the finishing touches on dinner. "Why you look gorgeous as ever." Henry admired his date, "I'm almost disappointed that I'm not going to get to show you off tonight."
"You know Abe might be onto something with that immortal charm." Jo blushed at the compliment.
"I assure you Jo were I not immortal I would still be inclined to let you know how beautiful you look this evening." Henry's response was rewarded with another blush. "Dinner is ready." Henry served up two plates and pulled out a chair for Jo.
"Ever the gentlemen." Jo teased.
"I'm afraid I will forever be a product of my time."
"No need to say sorry Henry, if you haven't noticed I'm not complaining. Don't tell anyone but I kind a like the chivalry and being waited on."
"I promise your secret is safe with me. Your badass detective persona is safe." Henry smirked, causing Jo to laugh at the mere fact Henry Morgan said badass.
As dinner went on so did their conversation, they stayed with their usual topics having found comfort in their relationship. Isn't wasn't until dessert was concluded and they were cleaning up that things started to happen.
"We have the place to ourselves." Jo handed the last of the dishes to Henry to dry.
"So I've noticed." Henry rid his hands of their dishes so he could wrap his arms around her waist.
"We could do anything we wanted." Jo leaned into his touch.
"We could." Henry agreed.
"Play me something on the piano." Jo escaped Henry's grasp and made her way to the living room. "But nothing boring."
"Are you saying I'm boring?" Henry followed her lead and took up a seat at the piano.
"No but your music is." Jo stood behind him with her arms draped around his shoulders.
"Well then lucky for you Abraham has been teaching me something a little more up to date." Henry's fingers danced across the keys while he showered Jo's arms with kisses.