A/N: Hi guys! School's been crazy busy and exams are coming up but I managed to write this! First off, the title's comically bad so I hope you don't mind. Secondly, this is my first smut piece, and admittedly, it's not my forte, but I wanted to try writing it anyway. Lastly, thank you Henry, Jesi and Reka for being my beta readers and giving me feedback. Alright! 'Nuff said; read, and I hope you'll enjoy it! And as always, reviews are highly appreciated :)
Elizabeth let out a frustrated groan sitting at the foot of their bed, taking off her shoes and chucking them aside.
"What's wrong, babe?" Henry asked as he strolled in, sensing her irritation.
"I just… it's work. It's always work, isn't it?" she huffed and turned to look at her husband leaning against the doorframe. "Have I said how sexy you look standing there like that? Because you look really sexy doing that."
He chuckled as he walked over to her, holding out a hand. "Take a bath with me?"
Silently, she took his hand and let him lead her into their bathroom. They exchanged looks while they undressed, letting their eyes take in the sight of their bare bodies. Elizabeth shivered slightly in the frigid air – winter was coming and the cold was seeping into every corner of DC. Once the tub was filled with steaming water, she had to stop herself from jumping in and splashing water everywhere; to say that it was freezing was an understatement.
She didn't resist when Henry pulled her into his arms to sit between his legs. He felt some tension leaving her muscles as she melted into his embrace. She let her eyes slip shut, savoring the warmth rolling off of him and the bath.
"Did you fall asleep?" he murmured.
"Nope, I wish," she said, popping on the "p". She snuggled further into his embrace, resting her head in the crook of his neck as his arms tightened around her in response.
"You still feel a bit tense, babe." His hands moved to massage her shoulders, effectively kneading the knots out, leaving her moaning appreciatively. "Better?"
"Mm thanks," she said, pressing a kiss against his jaw.
His hands roamed her body and left her skin burning under his touch. He traveled downwards, coming dangerously close to her center.
"Henry," she warned lightly.
Ignoring her, he slid a hand over her clit and started rubbing her, gradually increasing in pressure.
"Fuck," her breath escaped her lips in pants, begging, "Henry, please."
He mumbled incoherently against her neck, covering every inch of her bare skin with kisses as his hands worked masterfully on her. She hissed as he slid two fingers into her. Her mind went blank as he moved in and out of her. She bucked into his palm, involuntarily grinding her hips to create friction.
"Babe, hold still," he whispered, nipping her earlobe gently. She stopped at his command, whimpering as he drew out slowly, before thrusting his digits into her again. He started moving his thumb in circles on her sensitive bud, and her head fell against his shoulder in pleasure. His other hand moved upwards, cupping her breast and rolling a nipple between his thumb and index finger. Her breaths came in ragged gasps as she struggled to hold on.
"Jesus…Henry, I'm gonna come," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Let go," he ordered.
Her entire frame trembled in the water as she cried out his name, tumbling over the edge. God, he loved the way his name rolled off her tongue. He held her flush against him, waiting for her to ride it out.
When the water stilled, her body fell against his, spent, and he softly wound his arms around her waist again.
"Well, that was something," she chuckled after several minutes. Looking up at him, she smiled, "Thanks a lot, babe."
"Any time."