A/N A short museing, if you will, of our favourite couple preparing for a sexy game of scrabble. I have toyed with this idea for a while and Nonnie88 inspired me to write it so you have her to thank! haha enjoy... oh, and if i ever work out how to write a next chapter then I will...

Scrabble

UVA May 1987

"You are never going to beat me Henry… Ever" her laughed filled the room, masking the radio that played in the background. She studied him as he bought the Scrabble box over to where she was sitting on the floor of his apartment; he looked good tonight, gorgeous in fact. He was only dressed in a t-shirt and low slung jeans, nothing special however, she had noticed that when he reached his hands above his head his t-shirt revealed his lower abdomen. She had also noticed a direct correlation between his exposed skin and an increase in her heart rate. Shaking her head a little she reached for her beer and took a swig as Henry sat before her.

"Well… what can I say I other than I feel lucky tonight" His goofy sideways grin shone across at her.

"Yeah? You feel lucky?" She rose onto her hands and knees and seductively crawled across the floor to him, never breaking eye contact. Her heart rate increasing again and her arousal was blossoming like a flower inside her. She stopped just before reaching him, their faces close and allowed her eyes to dart downwards towards his beautiful lips.

"I feel very lucky tonight" he growled, feeling his heart beating in his ears. Their lips came together and it was insistent both swept up in young unbounded passion. Henry pulled away as he felt himself starting to get lost in her… again. Panting he said "how about we change the rules tonight?"

Breathless, and a little put out that he had ended the kiss earlier than she would have liked, it took her a moment to register what he had said.

"What?"

Henry smiled at the look on her face, she was desperately trying to focus on what he had just said, almost sure that she was as lightheaded as him.

"I thought we could play Strip Scrabble" he proposed. Elizabeth sat back on her legs and proceeded to think of a reason not too but she couldn't.

"Well, you know you will be naked in a few goes" shrugging her shoulders and wondering why Henry was smiling at her "what?"

"Well… that's my plan… I'm going to get naked and you are going to have to concentrate whilst I'm naked in front of you, off limits until all the tiles have been played" he jested with her.

"You think I won't be able to concentrate just because you are naked? How desperate do you think I am?" She huffed a little and drew her arms around herself crossing them forcefully. Henry lent forward this time zoning in on her neck with his lips. Leaving a wet trail of kisses from her collarbone to her ear before whispering

"Come on it'll be fun… I love seeing you rattled and bothered it's a real turn on" her lips turned upwards as she knew it'll be fun.

"What are the rules?" She pushed him back to where he was before, getting herself into game mode.

"Well, shall we say if you spell out a body part then the other will kiss there for 30 seconds?" He wiggled his eyebrows clearly enjoying himself.

"Deal" she said firmly, Elizabeth liked that rule immediately.

"If someone gets a triple word score then the other has to take an item of clothing off…?"

"Deal" again she was happy with that.

"Now, for the technical. If you score a word below 15 points then you have to take a item of clothing off"

"Henry, I think your average word score is 12. Are you sure about that?"

"Baby, I don't count on seeing this game out" his eyes were on her and she suddenly felt as though he was already picturing her naked. Her body was humming with anticipation, longing for his touch on her.

"Let's get started then!" She winked at him and helped to set up the game whilst Henry went to get more beers. She was looking forward to this very much. Suddenly a thought formed in her mind. A tactic, she would lose, lay low scoring words mixed in with body parts meaning she would be naked quicker BUT she would throw Henry off his game completely.

He doesn't think I can lose on purpose, he thinks I'm too competitive. I'll show him

She was grinning wickedly when he returned with two more beers prompting him to ask

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, I'm just looking forward to it." Smiling at him even wider, "to quote you Henry McCord, 'I feel very lucky tonight'" she purred. "Let the games begin!"