A/N: Great, really. Just, great. I can't handle it when they're doing what they're doing and then they get me to think of what else they're doing and I end up writing instead of doing other things. So yeah. That closing scene of the episode, that was too much. I figured I might as well get it out so I can focus. Wrote the whole thing on my phone, so if there are any typos and stuff, I'm sorry. Please break my boring routine with comments!

Handyman

She ran up the stairs and followed him to their bedroom. Hearing her footsteps, he turned around, a wicked grin on his face.

"Yeah?"

"Well, there's something else that needs fixing" she said. She moved her hand slowly, popping one of her blouse's buttons, allowing the fabric to fall loose.

"Oh really?" his voice was high, a grin spread across his lips, a brow raised as he scanned her body from head to toe. "Problem is I was up all night fixing the washing machine. Does it require a lot of work?"

Shaking her head, she closed the distance between them. "Not at all. Just the touch of your magic hands" she whispered teasingly in his ear.

His hands moved to her hips and then quickly to her ass, squeezing as he pulled her to him, pressing their bodies together. He looked deep into her eyes, their noses touching. Her breath was rapid and he swore he could feel her heart speeding. "You think I'm the right man for the job?" his voice was now husky and low, his breath warm, in the smell of mint.

"You are the only man for the job" she muttered, placing her hands on his chest, stroking his muscles.

"Hmm". He could feel her getting impatient and moved to brush his lips on hers gently. They were warm, slightly open, inviting. They tasted like strawberry. Her lip balm, he remembered. It was all the resistance he could master. He pressed his lips hard to hers, sucking her lower lip, making it swell. Her tongue brushed against his lips, demanding access to his mouth. Granting her, he stroked his tongue on hers, moving together as they dueled. She moaned loudly, creating goose pumps on his skin.

It was unbearable what he was about to do to her, but he was determined to teach her a lesson. He pulled away in a sudden move, taking a step back from her. The cold air of the room, and the lack of the warmth of her body pressed tight against his, were so painful he was fighting every urge not to pull her back to him. "I'm going back to sleep".

"What?!" she cried, angry and frustrated.

He flashed her a smile and walked towards the bed. "Have a nice day at work" he said as he lied down on the mattress.

Narrowing her brows, she walked over to him, buttoning her shirt back. She rested her hand on his stomach, trailing a slow path to his groin. Two could play this game. "Fair enough. Just one thing you should know – my sad underwear are soaking wet". Her hand gripped him through his pants and he groaned. The visual description of her panties made it impossible to keep this torture going. She was good. He caught her wrist tightly and removed it from him. He pulled her and she fell to the bed. He climbed on top of her, his growing erection pressing against her. His lips crashed into hers, kissing her hungrily, desperately. His skilled fingers moved quickly, opening the button of her pants, pulling the zipper down. He pushed his hand into her panties and she hissed into his mouth, her breath stuck in her lungs.

"My, you do need fixing. You're dripping".

She nodded. She was trying to keep her cool, to play this little game of torture, but she was too close to indulge in it. "What are you going to do to fix this?" she asked, her voice obtaining no authority, in spite of how much she tried.

"This" he said as he pushed three fingers inside of her. She cried out loudly, her back arching to him, her eyes shutting tight. "Feels better?" he asked as he muscles stretched around his fingers. She didn't respond. She was unable to speak. She was trying to catch a breath, to hold the pleasure at bay as she knew he would bring her to completion.

He smirked. Maybe he wasn't the best handyman when it came to the household chores, but he definitely knew how to handle her body. He moved his fingers, eliciting another cry from her. He brushed them over her spot, touching and not touching, desperate to tease her to the limit.

"P… Please… Hen… Henry. Please" she mumbled, pushing her thighs to him. It was funny how articulate she was. But not when she was on the verge. And he was the only one who could bring her there, the only one who could take all words away from her.

"Tell me more. Where exactly is the problem?"

Gripping his hand tightly, she pushed it deeper insider of her, making him press her spot. "There" she mumbled.

Henry grinned. She was right where he needed her. All he had to do now was leave her withering. That would teach her to trust his words. But he couldn't fall through. She looked at him, her eyes pleading, begging for the release she needed so badly. As much as he was enjoying this wicked game, he enjoyed finishing her off a lot more. Pressing his lips to hers again he moved his fingers in a rhythm, quickly building up speed, pressing hard against her spot. She cried into his mouth, sucking the air he was providing her. She was panting when he broke their kiss, her eyes shut tight. She was too far gone to do anything more than just lie there while she felt the pressure building up in her belly. His fingers moved fast, pulling in and out quickly, stretching her muscles. He felt her body twitch and she shrieked, screaming loudly as her folds gripped his fingers tightly. He waited for her orgasm to subside, watching her beautiful form tremble in ecstasy, the pleasure washing over her. She opened her eyes to meet his grin and he pulled his hand out of her slowly, making sure to rub her clit on the way, forcing another loud moan from her.

"That… That should do it" she said, reaching for his lips and kissing him softly.

"Nah, darling. That was just a temporary fix". He moved from her, pulling her pants and panties down her legs, grazing her skin with his fingers.

"Are you going to bring your heavy machine now?" she asked with a smirk, watching as he pulled his own trousers down, his boxers following, revealing his hard dick.

"I believe it's required" he said as he climbed on top of her again. He moved his hand to the buttons of her shirt, quickly opening it. He smiled when he saw her bra. It was the one with the front clasp. He wasn't aware she was also out of clean bras. She almost never wore that one as it was simply uncomfortable. He teased her about it, telling her it was saving him some work, but she always teased back, saying he had to work hard to get what he wanted. Not today he thought.

Catching the smirk on his face she smacked his shoulder. "This is your fault remember?"

"I'm thinking it was the best thing I did in a very long time". He pulled the clasp open, removing the cups to each side. He moved his fingers on her perky nipple, rolling it between his finger. She hissed, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "Are you getting wet again?" he asked, moving to suck her nipple as he cupped her other breast.

"Yes" she managed to say, feeling his tongue running in circles around her nipple.

Leaving her breasts, he took hold of his dick. He rubbed it a few times, watching as her eyes grew wider, keen. She spread her legs, shamelessly begging him. He nodded, moving to lie between her, the warmth of her center stinging his dick to a point he could no longer take it. He pushed hard inside of her, crying out with her at the feeling of her so so wet around him.

She arched again, her head falling back, needing a minute to catch her breath. But it was a minute longer than he could hold on, and so he began to move against her, thrusting hard inside of her. "Fuck!" she cried aloud, trying to match his rhythm. "That's… God that's deep" she said. Her hands moved to the hem of his shirt, needing badly to touch his bare skin. She pulled it off, revealing his sweaty chest. Running her hands on his abs, she held onto his arms, feeling his muscles as he propped on his palms.

"The deeper the better" he whispered in her ear. He placed a kiss behind it, sucking her sensitive spot. Her fingers moved in his hair, keeping him at place.

He kept his ministrations, moving fiercely against her, pushing deep, pinning her beneath him. With each trust he felt her tighten more around him, her folds so wet and warm. She wrapped her legs around him, needing to feel him closer to her, and it made him shut his eyes as he was about to spill inside of her. "God Elizabeth… You… Feel so damn good" he mumbled, his thrusts becoming frantic and hurried. "You close? I want you to come for me".

"I… I'm almost…"she managed to say before his hand moved to her center, finding her clit and pinching it. "Jesus Christ" she screamed, making him grin. "That's it. I want to hear you".

"Henry… Harder! Please" she cried, grinding her hips to his. He happily obliged, pushing harder into her, lasting longer inside. It was serving his own desire as well. He bent down, capturing her lips to a sloppy kiss when his fingers pinched her clit again. She cried loudly, her folds practically strangling his dick as she came hard. "Yes!" she screamed. Sweat pulled at her chest, dripping between her breasts. She was panting again, her head turning from side to side. He bucked into her with a loud groan, his juices spilling inside of her, warm and thick. He collapsed on top of her, his lips locating hers to a tender kiss. Their tongues moved softly against each other as her hand tangled in his hair and pulled her to him.

"That was an amazing fix" she breathed on his lips as they parted.

"So I can get the work done?" he teased.

"Never calling a repairman ever again".

He chuckled and kissed her again, "good. That's what I wanted to hear".

Rolling her eyes at him, she kissed him again before pushing him off of her. "I really should get going" she said as she stood on her trembling feet.

"Babe, I hate to say it, but I think you could use a clean blouse".

Glancing down, she sighed. Her blouse was damp with sweat, wrinkled. It probably smelled like sex too. "Great. Now what? It was the last clean one".

"Well" his face brightened. "That's a fair excuse to stay here until the washing machine finishes" he smirked, pulling her to lie on top of him, kissing her hungrily again.

"You make a very good point, Professor".