This chapter is rated M for sexual content.

Chapter 30: The New Case

After getting back home, Julia and Benoit set up the rest of the ornaments and the tree topper. Now the tree definitely looked finished. Julia took it in and smiled.

"It looks much better," she said.

"Yes," Benoit responded with a grin. "Definitely more personal."

Julia slinked her arm around Benoit's waist and grinned. "Almost can't wait until next year when we can buy more ornaments."

"Thinkin' ahead already?"

"Of course," Julia replied with a beaming smile.

"Good," he said, pulling Julia to his chest and kissing her. "I think you deserve an early Christmas present."

"I do?" she asked, blinking a few times in surprise.

"Yes."

Julia looked around. "Well, where is it?"

Benoit chuckled maniacally which sent shivers down her spine. He looked down and placed a hand on her womanhood. That sent more shivers through Julia as he began teasing her a little.

"Benoit, what are you-"

"Shh shh shh," he hushed, putting a finger to her lips. "I know you have been feelin' discouraged, especially as of late, about us and bedroom activities. And while we cannot actually engage in intercourse yet, I have given your words from earlier some thought," Benoit explained, twirling his fingers around her clothed nub.

"Y-you have?" Julia breathed in pleasure.

"Yes. I have decided that I can please you, as long as I am gentle, which I very well can be."

Julia pouted at him. "But what about you?" she asked. "I can please you, too."

Benoit slipped his fingers inside her sweatpants and panties before just barely playing with her labia. Julia felt her innards twitch and she mewled, his fingers stroking her outer lips.

"You can worry about pleasin' me another time, chickapen. Right now, I want you to enjoy yourself," Benoit purred softly, nuzzling his nose to hers. "Now, let's get you to the bed, hmm?"

Before Julia could talk, Benoit picked her up bridal style and started walking to the bedroom. She felt her heart race and her blood pump as he neared the bed, and then he gently placed her on the sheets. He crawled over her, kissing her gently on the mouth. Her body temperature began to rise from the anticipation as his lips trailed down to her chin, her jaw, her throat, and her collarbone. Benoit raised her shirt up, pulled down her bra and took a nipple into his mouth while squeezing her free breast. Julia hissed when his teeth clamped down on her nipple and he laughed softly.

"Did that hurt?" he whispered seductively, looking at her with dilated eyes.

"Only a little," she replied with a bite to her lip. "Do it again."

Benoit nipped Julia's bud once again and she had to do everything in her power not to arch her back. It felt so good. He started teasing her other breast with his hand and she shut her eyes, rolling her head back with a gasp. His tongue trailed down her body to her abdomen and he placed soft kisses on her skin, causing her to have goosebumps. He was going too slow for her.

"Benoit, please don't tease, just give me my present already!" she groaned with impatience.

A chuckle escaped his mouth and he blew hot breath on her skin. "You must be unwrapped first," he whispered.

"Well hurry up!" she growled.

Benoit burst out laughing and glanced up at her. "My my, so impatient..."

Julia glared down at him, running a hand through his short hair. "I am."

Benoit licked her belly button and went lower, butterfly kisses dancing across her navel. He slowly grasped her sweatpants and pulled them down to her knees, then he started scratching her thighs, making Julia hiss. He pulled her sweatpants all the way off then went for her panties next. As Benoit got those off, he began kissing her inner thighs. Julia was breathing very heavily at this point and she spread her legs, putting herself on display for him.

Julia felt a swipe of his finger on her and she immediately lifted her hips. The feeling of his breath on her made Julia wetter and hotter. Small kisses were placed on her thighs, then they crept closer and closer to her core. Just when she was about to yell at him, Benoit's tongue licked her and Julia shuddered almost violently at the feeling. He brushed his tongue along her wetness again and it made Julia moan softly. He teased his tongue at her opening and she growled, gripping the bedsheets tightly.

"You taste so good, chickapen," he murmurred against her moist lips.

The vibration of his voice sent a spasm through her and she gasped. His tongue continued to lap at her, creating an ache inside her. Benoit was being a total tease and she both loved and hated it.

Finally his tongue flicked over her clit and she groaned loudly while nibbling on her lower lip. Julia felt him do it again and soon his tongue was broad and flat against her sensitive nub. The detective looked up at her as he sucked and licked her, seemingly pleased at her mewls and moans.

"Oh fuck, Benoit," she mumbled.

"Hmm?" he breathed against her pussy. "What?"

"Mmm, the things you're doing to me..."

Benoit let out a small chortle and went back to tasting his girlfriend. Julia gasped when one finger went inside her, curling upwards to her G-spot. She felt his finger drag along it while his tongue swirled around her outer bundle of nerves. A warm feeling began to settle in her stomach and traveled down to her groin.

"Shit, he's going to make me cum already," she thought.

Julia's gasps and moans got louder and more frequent, with little growls here and there, as Benoit worked faster to please her. She looked down at him with lust-filled eyes and began bucking her hips up. Their eyes locked and Julia hit the edge of her orgasm. Her inner muscles contracted and relaxed around his finger over and over, the aftermath of her climax like a pulse in her nether regions.

She relaxed her body on the bed as she tried to calm her shallow and rapid breathing.

"Benoit, that...was so good," she giggled breathlessly.

Benoit chortled deeply and proceeded to put her underwear and sweatpants back on, although he had trouble with the sweatpants due to Julia's cast. Once that was done, he crawled up to her and laid down beside her.

"Was it really?" he asked with a smile.

Julia nodded at him, giggling breathlessly. "Oh yeah. Thank you for my early Christmas present."

"Mmm," he hummed before kissing her softly.

Julia could taste her juices on his but she didn't mind. She snuggled up close to him and rested her head on his chest. "I love you," she said.

"I love you too," he replied.

"So, how are we going to handle Christmas Eve and Christmas Day?" Julia asked the next morning as they were eating breakfast.

Benoit raised a brow while looking at her, obviously confused. "What do you mean?"

"Well, every year, my parents hold a Christmas Eve party. Doesn't your family do that?"

"No, but we do have a Christmas Day party."

"Okay, well, my parents want to know if you're coming for both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day."

Benoit took a bite of his eggs and shrugged. "I suppose I could, but I would have to make Sarah's party too. She was actually wanting to know if you wanted to attend."

Julia grinned. "We could try and do both."

"I think that can be managed."

"Alright, so it's settled," Julia said before taking a bite of her waffle. "So, anything planned for today?"

"Just a case I am needing to work on. It is in New Jersey, so I might be gone for a day or two. I was meaning to tell you that."

Julia's face dropped. "Oh. Well, you're gonna be back in time for Christmas Eve, right?"

"Of course," Benoit said with a smile. "I would not miss it for the world, my dear."

"Well, if you're gonna be gone, I'll have Marta pick me up to purchase a new winter car. I can't very well drive my other ones...well, maybe I could drive Dutch since he's an automatic, but...ugh," she said, holding her forehead. "I really miss Commander."

Benoit squinted his eyes. "Julia, I am not sure you should be drivin' around by yourself. Not with Emily and Mr. Heller still on the loose. In fact, I was goin' to suggest you stay with Marta while I am gone."

Julia sighed in defeat. "You're probably right, but I wouldn't want to put her out. I could just stay with my parents, too."

"Perhaps. How is their, uh, therapy comin' along?"

"It's coming along nicely. Dad moved back into the house, so that's a good sign."

"Good."

They both finished their breakfast and Benoit grabbed their dishes to put in the dishwasher after rinsing them, then he went to go pack. While he was doing that, Julua grabbed her phone and dialed her mother. It rang a few times before it clicked.

"Hi, Julia. How are you?"

"Good, Mom. Listen, I was wondering if I could come stay with you for a couple days? Benoit has to go out of town for a case, and, well, I'd rather not be by myself while he's gone," Julia explained.

"Oh of course you can, kiddo. Not a problem. When should we expect you?"

"I guess some time today?"

"No problem. See you when you get here."

"Okay, love you Mom."

"Love you too, bye."

Julia hung up the phone, grabbed her crutches and went into the bedroom. She watched Benoit pack for his little journey and she grinned at him.

"You know," she said, "I was thinking about something."

Benoit turned to face her for a moment. "Hmm?"

"Once Emily and Mr. Heller are dealt with...it's going to be pretty lonely back at my place."

Benoit paused midway through his packing and glanced at her. "It will be lonely here, too."

"I think I may have a solution for that."

"Oh?" Benoit said, crossing his arms with a grin as he faced her. "Lay it on me."

Julia wobbled to him on her crutches, settled them next to the bed and put her arms around the back of his neck. "I was thinking we could discuss you...moving into my place?"

Benoit put his hands on her waist with a grin on his face. "Really?"

"Uh huh," she replied with a head nod. "That is if it's not too soon for you, of course."

Benoit shook his head at her. "Not at all, chickapen. I think this is a fantastic idea."

A bright smile appeared on her face. "Really?"

"Yeah. I would love to reside in your house."

Julia kissed him softly, pulling him close. Benoit hooked his arms around her and chuckled into her mouth. She hummed against his mouth before pulling back.

"Do you need help packing?" she asked.

"No, I think I can manage," he answered. "Will you need help packing?"

"Well, I should stop by my house and grab something to wear for the parties," Julia surmised.

"I can certainly drive you there and to your parent's house," Benoit said. "Just let me-"

Julia grabbed a hold of his waistband and pulled him to her, looking at him seductively. "You should let me," she trailed a finger up and down his crotch which made him hiss, "give you an early Christmas present."

Benoit eyed her. "Are you sure you can handle that?"

Julia nodded, tugging on his waistband again. "I want to taste you, Benoit. My mouth is practically," she leaned forward and licked his earlobe, "watering for your cock."

She felt her boyfriend tremble a little and she giggled. As she began unbuckling his pants, she slowly went down on her knees and pulled his zipper down. In an effort to portray seduction, Julia looked up at him with hooded eyes and bit her lower lip. She could already feel his member growing and when she pulled his pants and briefs down, his erection popped up. Placing her hands on either side of his hips, Julia kissed the tip of him. Another hiss escaped Benoit. Her tongue lapped at his head a bit, her eyes still on his while he stared down at her in amazement.

Julia caught a little bit of precum on her tongue and smiled as her mouth enveloped his tip. Benoit groaned and leaned his head back, but only for a moment before looking back down at her with dark eyes, entangling his fingers in her brown locks. Suckling on his head made Benoit groan out once more. Julia was delighted with his noises and watching his face contort as she pleasured him.

Her mouth let go of his engorged member and he growled in frustration, her tongue trailing up and down the underside of his cock.

"Put it back in, please," Benoit practically begged.

Julia chuckled and shook her head. "Patience, my love."

He furrowed his brow while looking down at her. "You're teasin' me. Don't."

Her uncasted hand massaged his testicles and Benoit grunted. "So grumpy," she uttered.

Julia's lips wrapped around his head again and she sucked a little, swirling her tongue around his tip. Her mouth suddenly engulfed part of his shaft and she watched Benoit's mouth part and his eyes flutter. This pleased Julia. She was finally giving him some real physical pleasure and the thought of it turned her on, but she needed to focus on Benoit's hard member.

Her head bobbed back and forth, trying her best to swallow his large erection whole. She couldn't because as soon as his tip hit the back of her throat, her gag reflex activated and she heaved.

"Woa, are you alright?" Benoit asked with a chuckle.

"Mmhmm," Julia replied, his cock still in her mouth.

Her head resumed its movements and she increased the pace a little, her hand that was playing with his testicles now wrapping around his shaft. Julia started stroking him as her head moved front and back, saliva pooling in her mouth and onto his dick. Benoit thrust into her mouth slowly and carefully, gripping her hair tightly and groaning out loud. He raised his head back as a low growl emanated from his throat.

"Oh Julia..." he muttered. "You're gonna make me cum soon, your mouth feels so good."

Julia went faster with her hand and mouth, sucking on him a little harder. Soon Benoit urged her to go even faster and she obliged him. She could feel his member start to pulsate so she knew he was getting close. He looked back down at Julia with dark eyes, licking his lips before grunting. Still, she picked up the pace even more and not long after, Benoit started groaning repeatedly. Suddenly warm, sticky liquid shot into Julia's mouth as Benoit let out a loud growl. She swallowed all of it and gave his shaft one last stroke before pulling away.

"How was that?" she inquired with a smirk, knowing full well how good it was for him based on the look on his face.

"That was fantastic," Benoit replied, stroking her face gently as he smiled down at her. "I cannot wait until you're all healed up.

After Julia took a bath (with Benoit's help) and he took a shower, they finished up packing and Benoit carried both their suitcases to the car. He helped Julia get in and then he got in himself. The first stop they made was to Julia's house so she could pick out some outfits for the parties. After deciding on a simple blue dress and a dark green one, Benoit put those in the car for her and they headed out again.

Once they made it to Julia's parent's house, Benoit let out a whistle. "They have a nice house," he said.

It was a colonial styled house that was the color of soft blue with three floors, the third being an attic. It had a two door garage and the door was a deep dark blue. Benoit got out of the car, went around to Julia's side and opened the door for her. She got out with her crutches and waited for Benoit to grab her suitcase and dresses.

"I can carry my dresses, I think," Julia said.

Benoit shook his head. "No, I got them," she assured her as he pulled out her suitcase and two dresses.

They walked up to the front door and Benoit rang the bell. After a minute or so, the door opened to reveal Linda Drysdale. She gave them both a smile.

"Julia, Benoit, so good to see you," Linda said. "Come on in."

The couple walked into the spacious walkway and Julia hugged her mother briefly, wondering when the two had gotten on a first name basis.

"Probably while I was in a coma," she thought.

Richard came walking in from the kitchen and grinned. "Ah, hey kiddo. Hey Benoit."

Richard and Benoit shook hands and Julia looked at the stairs. She wasn't looking forward to going up and down the stairs but she'd have to manage, she supposed.

"Well, where shall I put Julia's things?" Benoit asked.

"My bedroom is upstairs," Julia said with a sigh.

"Wouldn't you prefer one of the guest bedrooms down here so you don't have to use the stairs?" Richard asked.

Julia nodded. "That would be great, actually."

Benoit was led through the walkway and down the hall by Richard and Julia followed on her crutches with her mother trailing behind. They all walked into the first room on the right and Benoit set Julia's suitcase next to the queen sized bed. He found the closet and hung up her dresses while Julia plopped down on the bed. Boy, she was tired already. She yawned and covered her mouth before groaning and shaking her head.

"You tired?" her mother asked.

"A little bit," Julia answered.

"Would you like to take a nap?"

"I think so, yeah."

Benoit finished hanging her dresses and shoved his hands in his coat pockets. Julia stood up and pulled the covers back on the bed before crawling in at an achingly slow pace.

"Do you need your vicodin?" Benoit inquired to Julia.

"No, I think I'm good," Julia replied, settling into the bed.

He walked over and covered her up before pulling the covers over her. As he leaned down, he gave her a soft kiss. "I'll be back before you know it, chickapen."

Julia giggled and pat his cheek gently. "I know, but please hurry back for the party. I'll be quite cross if you don't."

Benoit laughed a little and kissed her again. "I love you."

"I love you too, donut." Benoit straightened and walked out with Linda. Richard stayed behind, his arms crossed with a grin on his face. Julia eyeballed him. "What?"

"Donut?" he asked.

"It's a long story," she said, snuggling into the covers.

"I see." Richard turned off the light and looked at Julia from the door. "You get some sleep. Love you, kiddo."

"Love you too, Dad."

Richard shut the door and Julia shut her eyes, falling asleep rather quickly.

Benoit Blanc said goodbye to the Drysdales and got into his car to head to Trenton, New Jersey. To a funeral home. That was his next case.

As he drove out of Boston and onto the highway leading to New Jersey, he sang along to various Christmas songs on the radio. Occasionally he'd get tired of that and switch to a different station, but then he'd go back to the Christmas songs because he was just that much in a good mood.

He had a feeling this Christmas was going to be the best one yet.

About four and a half hours later, Detective Benoit Blanc arrived in Trenton, New Jersey and eventually found his way to the Gills Brothers funeral home, a posh, expensive looking place. Probably a funeral home only the richest people could afford to get services from. He parked, turned off the car and got out. There were other people parked outside along with a couple of cops. Benoit made his way over to the police and introduced himself.

"Ah, Detective Blanc," the blonde haired cop said. "I'm Officer Henson, this here," he pointed to a younger brown haired, green looking cop, "is Officer Lopez."

Benoit shook both their hands before shoving his hands in his pockets. "So, would you mind telling me what the scoop is?"

"10:30 am. The family came in for the wake of their relative, a Mr. George Delaware. He'd been shot a few nights before by persons unknown," Henson said, walking with Blanc and Lopez to the funeral home doors. "Undertaker said there was a...well, a mix up."

"A mix up? How do you mean?" Blanc asked.

They walked into the doors and went into the funeral parlour to meet with the undertaker, a Mr. Horace Bensley. "Well, uh..." Henson said. "Mr. Bensley, perhaps you should explain?"

Horace, a graying man probably in his mid fifties, looked at Benoit nervously. "Well, I went to prepare the casket for the wake. I had put the body of Mr. Delaware in a casket last night, but this morning, well," Horace looked off to the side.

Benoit raised a brow. "Go on."

"Well, it was the wrong body."