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Title: In Sickness and Health
Summary: John and Henri fight and make up.
Rated: M
Genre(s): Romance, Drama
Pairing(s): JohnxHenri
Warning(s): Smut and sexual implications
As Henri and I drive home, I think about our night together and what Henri's nights with former lovers must have been like. The thought of him with someone else puts a lump in my throat. For me, there has been no one else. I find myself wondering who his first kiss and first time was. Was it Julianne, or another girl? Henri was my first kiss, but I was just another kiss to him. I think of last night, and how if I was older, he wouldn't have to teach me so much and slow our relationship down.
When we get home, Six calls us into the kitchen. "We need to talk," she says. In her hand is the vial with the bullet. I feel another pang of guilt. "I've been looking into what the ridge markings on the bullet could possibly be."
"Do you have any ideas?" Henri asks, but he looks at me. I avoid his gaze, clenching my jaw. Henri gives me a confused look in return.
"Some kind of code?" Six suggests. "I think we'd need to get one of their weapons to be able to find out more."
"Sure, next time my boyfriend gets shot, I'll make sure to grab one," I try to joke, but it comes out harsher than I meant it to.
"What's going on with you today?" Henri asks me. "Everything was fine, and now you're quiet and brooding."
Six takes a step back from us, holding up her hands. "I'm going to stay out of this."
"No, you don't have to leave," I say at the same time Henri says, "Great idea." I glare at him.
When we're alone, I say, "Why'd you send her away? We were making progress."
"Out with it," Henri snaps. "You're right, we don't have all day. So start talking."
"I'm...I'm jealous," I admit, and explain what I was thinking about in the car.
"John, when you're in relationships as an adult, people have, for the most part, already had their first kisses and their first time. Believing otherwise or thinking that they haven't is immature and naive."
"Henri-" I start, taken aback by his response.
"I came to Earth with you, for you," Henri snarls, grabbing the front of my shirt. I gulp. "Don't you fucking dare tell me that what I feel for you isn't special or doesn't mean anything. And, in case you haven't noticed, my past lovers are dead, so don't worry." He lets me go, shoving me away, and storms out the back door.
I give Henri a while to cool down. As I clean up around the house, I wipe tears from my eyes. When I'm done, it's dark outside and Henri still hasn't returned. Worried, I leave through the back door. Bernie Kosar watches from the lit doorway but doesn't follow me.
A hunch takes me back to the field where Henri and I made up after our first fight. I find the truck there, and Henri's sitting in the bed, looking up at the stars. "Can I join you?" I ask hesitantly, hoping I don't get yelled at again. "
"I don't know, can you?" Henri snarks as he looks down at me. I take that as an invitation and climb up into the truck, sitting next to him. "This seems to be our spot, doesn't it?"
I smile. "Yeah."
Henri probably notices how tense I am around him, like I'm expecting a bomb to go off. "Come here," he says, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me close. I rest my head on his shoulder gratefully.
"Do you think Lorien is up there?" I ask, looking up at the glittering stars. "Somewhere?"
"Somewhere," Henri agrees. "I come here when I want to be alone with Lorien. It helps, sometimes."
I realize that I did what I didn't want Henri to do to me. I invalidated his feelings. "I'm sorry," I say, and he says it at the same time. "You first," I say.
"It's not your fault," Henri says. "I probably made it sound like that...I didn't mean it. And I should never have said those things to you. It was unnecessarily harsh, and I'm sorry."
"I invalidated your feelings," I said. "I'm the one who should be sorry. You were just telling me the truth."
"Can I ask you something?" Henri asks.
"I don't know, can you?" I tease him, throwing his words back in his face, and he whacks me on the arm. "Ouch. You're hitting me. Of course you can."
"That didn't hurt," Henri says, rolling his eyes at me. We're silent for a moment, back to our usual bickering. "I thought you were with Sarah, back when I first kissed you and you invited her over. I was just confused when you said there was no one else."
"I never had feelings for her," I say. "It was always you. I just tried to move on when I wasn't ready."
Henri nods. "I'm sorry," he says again. "I don't know what to tell you. I'm flattered, though."
"I just don't want to think about you being with someone else," I say, a lump forming in my throat at the thought.
"Can I ask you something else?" Henri asks. When I nod, he says, "Are you scared of my past, or my future?" I'm startled by his question, but we both know the answer. "I shouldn't have asked that. I'm sorry."
"No, I'm glad you did," I say. "Everything makes so much sense now…" Tears fill my eyes again at the thought of Henri and I breaking up. "I'm so scared." I look up into his eyes.
"Of what?" Henri asks, brushing a lock of hair out of my eyes.
"Losing you," I say, my voice thick with tears that spill down my cheeks. "By death, by circumstance. You almost died, Henri. It's my worst fear. I...I wouldn't survive it."
"You'd have to," Henri says.
But I won't hear it. "No," I insist, and I crush my lips against his. Henri gasps as I tug him closer by the collar of his jacket, kissing him hard. Henri runs his fingers through my hair, kissing me back just as passionately until we're gasping into each other's mouths. He presses me against the bed of the truck, breaking the kiss to pull my shirt over my head. Our lips meet again in a fervent, desperate kiss. I tug his jacket off as Henri works on the buttons on my jeans, tugging them down. I kick them away, leaving myself naked underneath my lover. Henri wraps his fingers around my hardening cock, stroking me gently, and I moan into his mouth. "Want you," I gasp, wrapping my legs around his hips and pressing up against him.
"I believe in you," Henri says as he squeezes me gently. "You could make it without me-"
"Shut up and kiss me," I interrupt him, tugging his mouth back down to mine and guiding his hand between my legs. Henri strokes me slowly, and then his hand moves down to my opening. His fingers rub against my entrance, teasing me. After a long moment, Henri slips his fingers inside me, stretching me. I arch against him, moaning loudly into his mouth. "Fuck me," I gasp, unbuttoning his pants with trembling fingers and reaching my own hand around his cock.
Henri's eyes flutter closed at my touch, and I smirk. "You want me?" Henri murmurs into my ear. I whimper in response, and he chuckles as he tortures me, his erection pushing against my opening. "Tell me you forgive me, then," he says. His cock presses against my ass, hot and hard.
"Gods, I...I forgive you," I moan. "Forgive me, too."
"You're forgiven," Henri says with a smile. And then, finally, he thrusts into me for only the second time. I gasp at feeling him inside me again after several weeks, and the last time being my first time. "Notice how I'm doing this, John," Henri says in his teacher voice as I moan underneath him.
I roll my eyes. "Yes, Professor," I joke, moaning as he slips deeper into me, lifting me up slightly and changing our angle.
Henri raises an eyebrow at the nickname, his eyes widening, and I blush furiously. But then I feel his lips against my ear, the movement causing him to slip all the way inside me. "I quite like that nickname," he whispers seductively.
Oh, gods.
As we make love, Henri teaches me how to do it so that both of us can experience the maximum amount of pleasure simultaneously. I tremble against him as he strokes my cock at the same time, and I lean into his touch.
After we come at the same time, Henri pulls me into his arms, wrapping a blanket around us. It's a cool night, and I shiver against the warmth of his body. We look up at the stars again, my head on his shoulder. "Do you think they can see us?" I ask.
"Hopefully not. We're naked."
"Henri!"
My lover chuckles. "Maybe. I don't really want to know what the Elders would think."
"I don't care what they think," I say, and I snuggle closer to him, lacing my fingers through his. "So...don't yell at me again, but I was just wondering how you can think I'm the one when you were married to Julianne. I can't compare to marriage-"
"Marry me, then," Henri says, meeting my gaze with his.
I freeze. "What?" I squeak. "Are you serious?"
Henri turns to me, taking my hands in his. "Marry me," he murmurs into my ear. "I'll never leave you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, no matter what."
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