AN: I was inspired by a list of fan fic prompts on Tumblr. I used one for this chapter, but I'm willing to take requests for subsequent chapters! I'm planning to add to this as frequently as I can. My vision is that each chapter will be an unrelated, not necessarily chronological moment that Henry and Elizabeth have shared together. I hope you enjoy it. I welcome feedback/constructive criticism.
Henry walked slowly across the quad feeling spent after a long and exhausting day of training practice. He'd been running drills and completing obstacle courses since lunch and it pained him to make the long walk to Elizabeth's dorm, but he had been looking forward to an evening alone with her. Henry had been dating Elizabeth for just over 3 weeks and he was thoroughly enjoying getting to know her bit by bit. Impressed was an understatement; he couldn't imagine anyone better suited for him even after 3 short weeks.
A grin lit up Henry's face as he spotted Elizabeth perched up on the ledge of the dormitory, sitting cross-legged with her nose buried in a book. He paused for a moment and just watched her. He found her so beautiful in a very classic way and he was attracted to her both physically and intellectually. He sauntered over to her and leaned against the cement ledge, "Hey you." Elizabeth looked up, the sound of his voice breaking her out of her trance. She hopped off the ledge and beamed at him, "Henry, hi!" He rested a hand on her hip, "You sure are a sight for sore eyes. Are you ready to go?" She nodded, smiling up at him. The couple walked hand in hand across campus to Henry's apartment.
"Thanks for letting me come over here. It's nice to have someplace to go where we don't have to worry about roommates," she said as they walked inside. This was the first time she'd been inside Henry's apartment. She surveyed the small space, but smiled at how homey it was. The apartment was somehow exactly Henry. "I like it here," she added, smiling over at him. He grabbed her hand gently and let his tired body collapse on the couch, pulling her down beside him. "I'm glad you like it. Make yourself at home," he told her. He winced a little as he stretched out his legs to rest them on the coffee table. She stared at him, concern clouding her eyes, "Henry, are you hurt?" He was surprised by how serious she sounded. He tried to assuage her concern with a chuckle, "I'm fine. Just sore. I had a rough training day today. Everyone had to complete extra drills. I'm exhausted, that's all."
Elizabeth suddenly felt self conscious that she was imposing on Henry's time to relax and recuperate after a long and seemingly draining day. "I'm sorry, Henry. We didn't have to hang out tonight if you needed this time to relax." Henry stared at her and leaned over to brush a stray piece of her behind her ear, "Thinking of spending this time with you was what kept me going today." He closed the distance between them and brushed his lips against hers softly before pulling away, "Being achy and sore is a small price to pay." She smiled at him so tenderly that Henry couldn't help but kiss her again, longer this time. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him after breaking the kiss. "I'm sorry you're so sore, Henry. Do you.. well… I mean… I could give you a massage? She meant to make a direct offer, but the words came out sounding like a nervous question. Her belly was alive with butterflies and she realized she was holding her breath when she heard the sound of his voice. "You don't have to do that, Elizabeth." He told her gently.
Elizabeth stared deep into his eyes allowing herself to act on instinct alone and not overthink the situation, "I want to. I can help you feel better. Maybe you should go lay down on your bed though." Henry eyed her, unsure. "Come on, go," she prodded, pulling him off the couch. Henry led her to his bedroom, but protested one last time, "Seriously, Elizabeth this isn't necessa-" she cut him off before he could finish his thought. "Take off your shirt and lay down," she said softly.
Henry, clearly under her spell, took off his shirt and lay face down on the bed. Elizabeth crawled onto the bed, then looked around the room for a moment, trying to decide what her next move would be. Feeling brave, she moved to straddle his hips, so she could properly massage his back and shoulders. She leaned forward and began to massage the tight knots from his upper back. She smiled when she heard a low growl escape his lips. "I'm not hurting you am I?" she asked. "No. Elizabeth, you're perfect." She smiled as she continued to run her hands along his back, paying special attention to any muscle that seemed tense. After a long while of kneading and rubbing she leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Feel better?" He turned his head a bit, "Extremely better. You have magical hands." She giggled, then rolled off of him. She lay beside him and he turned to face her. She let her eyes scan his face, looking him up and down. "I like taking care of you. I would do anything I could for you, Henry," she whispered before kissing him softly. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her back slowly until eventually they were asleep in one another's arms.