A/N: I was inspired by some lovely suggestions on Tumblr. I'm a bit nervous about this one too, because I don't really know how to write fluff, or anything that's not smut. My plan for this is to possibly explore some small things in the past of Elizabeth and Henry, so hopefully a few chapters if I can actually get it out of my head. It is short, but that's kind of how it works for me. So let me know what you think, reviews make me smile, and any critique or suggestions for further chapters are delightful.

Henry McCord sat perfectly still in the centre of the small, boutique cafe. He sat too still, his posture too straight and rigid. His palms were sweating as he drummed nervous fingers on the table. It was busy in the cafe, and there were more people than he'd expected there to be. He shifted nervously again, and checked his watch. Thirteen minutes early. He took another quick glance around the room. Henry McCord had a date. It certainly wasn't his first date, and it wasn't his fist date with her, but he still felt anxious. He wanted to impress her, to be a gentleman and show her how much he cared.

Lost in his thoughts, Henry hadn't noticed her approach the table, he was too busy staring at his hands. Bright eyed and with a curious grin on her face, she spoke with humour in her tone "Henry…"

His eyes shot up to meet hers, startled and immobilised momentarily by her beautiful laughter and piercing blue eyes. She's ten minutes early. "Elizabeth! Hi!" He shot up from his seat, he leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. "You look lovely." He gestured with his hand. She flushed and tipped her chin down a little, a small smile dancing around the corners of her lips.

"Thanks… So do you." She bit her lower lip, meeting his eyes again. He chuckled and looked down, it was his turn to blush. "Are those for me?" She pointed at the modest bunch of daisies on the table beside them.

"Yes!" Henry answered quickly, embarrassed that his carefully calculated plan had foiled at the sight of this beautiful woman. He handed the bunch tentatively to her.

"Henry, they're beautiful." She beamed up at him, pushing a thick, golden wave behind her ear.

"They reminded me of you." He'd chosen them for their elegant, simplicity. Subtly beautiful without being overbearing or excessive.

"Thank you." She leaned in and pecked him on the lips, taking him by surprise. He froze as her scent washed over him. Soft and floral, he wasn't sure if he was smelling perfume or shampoo. The fleeting feeling of her soft lips pressing against his made his heart pound, and gave him butterflies in his belly.

"Shall we?" He gestured, moving to pull her chair out, trying to hide the obvious reddening of his cheeks.

Henry listened, asked questions and answered when appropriate. He found he wasn't just listening because thats what he was supposed to do, he was genuinely interested. He wanted to hear her voice as often as possible. Henry discovered that she was deeply analytical and frighteningly smart. He thought he'd never be able to keep up with this sharp, funny, stunningly beautiful woman. He felt like a boy in her presence, small and inexperienced, yet at the same time she made him feel so complete as a man. Henry had never truly subscribed to the idea of having one, true soulmate. He believed that people were inherently good and were able to change, and so similarly, compatible and able to love many different kinds of person; There were many potential soulmates for one person. Now he wasn't so sure. He'd never met anyone quite like her, and he'd only hoped to be able to keep up with her.

What Henry didn't realise is that he didn't have to impress Elizabeth, she was already half-way in love with him. He was young, yet insightful and wise beyond his years. She'd never met someone like him, especially of his age. He was dedicated and focused on his studies, and he didn't shy from sharing his passion with her. It helped that he was wickedly cute. She loved his messy, boyish crop of hair and Henry had the warmest, deep hazel eyes she'd ever met.

Since the death of her parents, Elizabeth often found herself retreating from others. She'd began to take solace in being alone. She didn't want to be around people anymore. Henry had ignited something deep inside of her, and she began to feel the pull, the desire to find comfort in others, in him. She found she wanted to share with Henry. She wanted to tell him her secrets and her wildest dreams. She wasn't afraid of his affection, because unlike so many others, Henry didn't emanate the all so familiar pity, he didn't coddle and patronise her. She wanted to tell him about her parents, and she wasn't afraid of stirring up uncomfortable emotions - they didn't come when she was with him.

She knew he was different. She didn't know that he would heal her and make her feel as though nothing were ever missing. Elizabeth thought she'd known love, and she'd had a couple of relationships in the past, but nothing compared to this. The thought of him made her giddy, and smile big at silly times. The way her hear thundered in her chest when she saw him, it was a warmth she'd never experienced. She wondered if that would fade with time.

-o-

2016

Henry lead Elizabeth down a narrowed hallway, passed the crowded dining areas and and into a private section, diplomatic security in tow. The room was quaint and cozy with dim lighting, a small table for two in the centre. The table had a few candles in the centre and a small bouquet of daisies. He watched her face closely, recognition tinting her features. She turned to him with a wide grin, her eyes shining with tears she was determined not to shed. He tilted his head, taking her hands in his. Elizabeth pulled him close, resting her hands on his chest. She gripped the back of his neck and kissed him with everything she had, not caring that Matt was standing close at the doorway. He smiled into her lips, returning her kiss with a deep passion. When Elizabeth moaned and pushed her tongue past his lips, he knew he needed to pull away or they'd never share a meal. His lips left hers, but their faces remained close, connecting in the lightest contact of their noses. Their eyes met, and Elizabeth felt her heart racing, pounding loudly in her own ears. He nuzzled her back, whispering his love for her. The feeling never fades.