Hi guys :)

I had some trouble with this one because I think the episode was sorta perfect itself and I really didn't find a nice scene I'd like to change, so this is a little different than the others. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :)

01x11: Skinny Dipper

Her face is flushed and she bites her lower lip like she's very nervous, but she reaches out to him nonetheless. Her touch is incredibly soft and she gets closer, her body softly brushing his. His heart is pounding erratically in his chest as her small hands slowly start opening the buttons on his shirt and he looks down at her, but her eyes are focused on his chest.

Henry inhales deeply, his pants getting tighter and he hungrily pulls her closer so that he can press his lips against hers.
They are soft too, but the kiss is not. It's passionate and desperate and hungry and Jo meets him with the same intensity.

She's managed to open his shirt completely now and brushes her fingertips across his chest, a feather light touch that makes him almost ache with arousal.

Jo is ridiculously good at this, so hot and willing and he feel sucking on his neck which he tilts a little to give her better access.

Henry groans when her hip brushes his groin, still clad in boxers and pants, but the contact is quite hot nonetheless. His fingers tangle into her dark her, pulling her mouth back to his so his tongue can finally explore her wet lips.

Jo lets out a sexy moan that shoots down right into his gut and she definitely needs to free him of his pants now because it's starting to hurt. To show her what he wants, he slowly brings his hands to the hem of her pullover, tugging it up over head.

She smiles and raises her arms and a second later she's standing so close with only her bra on.

He cannot stop himself from touching her, her smooth skin under his fingers and lips, his seeking tongue attentive to every spot. Jo shudders in his arms, curling her fingers into his back, a moan escaping the depth of her throat.

"Oh god, Henry," she whispers, "let me touch you."

"Touch me all you like," he mumbles huskily, letting her push the shirt from his shoulders. He doesn't really notice when it lands on the floor.

He picks her up and sits her down on the table behind her and Jo opens her legs willingly to invite him in. Henry comes closer, leaning forward to make her lay back on the table, so he can better worship her body. Her throat, her collarbone, her pink nipples until they are hard and erect, the soft skin of her stomach and all the way down to her pants she's still got on.

"Henry," she moans, "please."

She probably doesn't know either what exactly she's pleading for, but Henry is determined to give her everything she wants though. His fingers shake as he works on her jeans button and he can't help but grin triumphantly when he manages to open it.

He makes her lose her pants rather quickly and then she's gloriously naked in front of him, laying on the table and he needs to stare at her for a minute, can't help but wonder how on earth a beautiful woman like her agreed to have her wicked way with him.

His fingers stroke over her thighs, softly, ever so gently, making their way to her panties and Jo moans and wriggles underneath him.

Henry slowly pulls down her panties, his mouth instantly replacing his fingers and starts licking and biting on her softest parts.

The feeling his making him dizzy, his own arousal almost clouding his mind completely and he can smell her and oh god, he desperately needs to be inside of her now.

Jo's mind seems to form similar plans because she pulls at his shoulders. "Up," she demands, "inside me. Now."

He's not going to last much longer anyways and quickly gets rid of his own last pieces of clothing before entering her with one swift move.

They both groan and still at the intimate contact before they slowly start a rhythm that makes them both lose their minds.

It's fast and passionate, intense and hot, freeing and possessing at the same time, and it really doesn't take long until it's over.

He opens his eyes, not quite sure where in the process he's closed them, but when his eyes have gotten used to his surroundings he's suddenly not naked with Jo on a table but very much alone in his own bed.

Henry gets up and sighs. He needs a cold shower now. This happened a lot over the last few weeks. He's still torn between finally telling her his secret and maybe even work on taking their relationship on another level and not confessing because he's terrified of two things: Jo reacting like Nora or worse, Jo getting hurt because of him.

He really doesn't know what to do about this. Especially since Adam has tricked them all and everybody of the NYPD thinks his stalker is dead. Henry's so afraid Adam will destroy his whole life and in that process Jo's, too. Because nowadays she's the one person he cares most about, next to Abe of course.

But for the time being, he fears, the closest thing to being with Jo is dreaming of her.