AN: Hi! I'm back. Kind of - my life is crazy busy as always. I am still writing quiet pain. And another sort of AU fic. But I'm tyong to finish before posting so you are not left hanging for so long. But this idea popped into my head, and since I hadn't written smut in a while I figured...welll. Enjoy. Consider this complete, although it does leave way for future chapters if I should think of any.

Charm Offensive

Henry McCord arrived home at 10pm after an impossibly long day. The house was quiet and he briefly wondered if his wife was asleep. He vaguely remembered the kids were gone for the night, and truth be told a night of snuggling his wife as they caught up on sleep sounded nothing short of amazing after the bore fest that was the faculty dinner reception he'd just endured.

Walking into the kitchen for a real drink to drown his sorrows from the cheap champagne and rubber chicken, his eyes grew wide as the unlikely sight: His always incredibly sexy wife, standing in a dimly lit kitchen, frosting a chocolate cake in a very sexy ensemble.

He stared for a moment, shocked, in a good way. His briefcase fell to the floor with a thud as he drank her in, beginning at her feet – encased in impossibly high stiletto pumps, supporting her toned, bare legs. His gaze then roamed her thighs, the apron ruffles brushing dangerously close to her center. And underneath the apron, one of his favorite sets of lingerie and nothing more.

"Hi." She said, seductively licking some frosting from her fingers as she motioned for him to sit down at the table.

"Hi." He said, grinning at the welcome surprise and moved to sit as she asked, getting an amazing look at her backside as she remained at the counter. The white apron tied in a thick bow, just above the black lacy panties she wore.

"I hope you left room for dessert." She continued, her voice dripping with desire. The appreciative and surprised look her husband's features wasn't lost on her and she continued the charade and sashayed her hips a bit more than usual as she walked over to the table with a piece of cake.

"Always." He responded

"Good." She whispered, leaning seductively on the edge of the table directly in front of him. Henry reached for her and she shook her head no, moving the fork in her hand in the same manner.

Taking the fork, she plucked the perfect bite of cake and offered it to her husband.

He took the cake into his mouth, savoring the sweet taste of the chocolate and his wife's lips as she kissed him immediately when the fork left his mouth, slowly swirling her tongue to taste him and the cake. "Delicious." He said, licking his lips as the kiss broke.

She smiled seductively at him when the kiss broke and leaned in for another. "I couldn't agree more." He gladly accepted her kiss and deepened it, sucking the breath from her. Their tongues dueled for control as her hands made quick work of the buttons on his dress shirt. She soon had it open and ran her soft hands down his chest and he groaned, reaching for her hips, trying to pull the ribbon of her apron.

When he touched her, she quickly pulled back. He growled in frustration as she took his hands from her hips and placed them on the armrest of the chair. But he couldn't take his gaze from her; wondering what she was up to when she turned and walked back to the counter, returning with the jar of frosting and the spatula. Resuming her position in front of him, she dipped the spatula into the jar, and spread a thin layer of frosting straight down his chest to his belly button.

"Elizabeth!"

She eyed him, her blue eyes shimmering with lust. Her swollen lips hovered against his as she whispered, pecking him gently. "I get my dessert first."

He sucked in a breath as her lips burned a hot trail of soft kisses down his neck and chest, her tongue swirling and licking up every bit of the chocolate trail she drew. Henry leaned back further in the chair, immensely enjoying the attention and reached his hands to circle her shoulders, needing to touch her.

Her fingers made quick work of his belt as she kissed her way down his chest. She pulled away when she reached the top of his pants, bending to kneel before him. Their gazes locked and she massaged his thighs as she worked her way to his arousal, watching him spring upright when she freed him from his pants.

With one hand she pumped him and he bucked into her touch. He reached down for her, urging her up. "Baby…"

Elizabeth shook her head, reaching behind her for the frosting jar yet again. She dunked the spatula in once more and spread a thick layer of frosting on his length as Henry's mouth dropped open in awe.

Smiling at the reaction, Elizabeth tossed him a wink with a raised eyebrow and licked her lips in anticipation as she took his length into his mouth, moaning. She swirled the tip with her tongue, before taking him all the way in, stretching her lips to their capacity. Her lips locked around him, suckling gently as she moved up and down. It took her several times to make a dent in the frosting.

"Mmm, babe you feel amazing. Don't stop." Henry moaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as he resisted the urge to buck into her mouth.

She took her sweet time cleaning him of the frosting and Henry's head fell back in pleasure trying to calm himself from exploding right then. Her mouth was sweet torture. When his dick was clear of frosting, she wrapped her palm tightly around him, squeezing as her mouth worked magic on his tip – swirling and sucking.

"Fuck, Elizabeth." Henry bucked his hips up, trying to pull her up, he was losing control quickly. "Baby I'm…"

She pulled away for one fast second to place a dollop of frosting back on his tip before taking him again, sucking and squeezing harder, using her tongue to apply pressure. The sudden hot, cold, hot sensation sent him over the edge and he spilled into her mouth as he pulled her hair tightly, holding her in place.

She milked him for all he had, swallowing the sweet and salty mixture of chocolate and Henry. When she released him she looked up and slid on his lap, a satisfied smile gracing her features. "Mmm, delicious."

Before she could kiss him, Henry immediately stood, taking her with him and slammed her onto the table, devouring her lips in a sweet kiss tasting the remnants of her dessert on her lips. "That was fucking incredible." He said, pulling back. "But now it's my turn."

Elizabeth knew she was in for it after her little charade, as Henry devoured her lips, kissing her feverishly, instantly re-igniting the fire in her belly. She moaned and arched into the kiss, needing more and Henry took the opportunity to slip his hands under her back to untie her apron.

Breaking their kiss he lifted the apron from around her neck and tossed it aside, revealing her heaving chest encased in tight black lace. "Baby, you look so hot…." He whispered as his hands covered her breasts, squeezing hard through the lace. She arched into his touch, begging for more. Reaching around her back, he realized the bra had a front closure and was quick to unsnap it, freeing her breasts as his lips sucked behind her ear, her breathy moans urging him on. Reaching for the frosting jar, he decided a little payback was in order.

She leaned on her elbows, watching as he dunked the spatula into the jar wondering where he would put it.

He took his time circling her nipples with the chocolate and she squeaked at the cold sensation her hardened peaks. Winking at her, his mouth closed over her left nipple first, sucking gently. His tongue swirled her areola licking up the chocolate as her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him in place. Once the chocolate was gone he sucked her nipple between his lips hard as he pulled back, quickly moving to give the other the same attention.

When the frosting was gone he reached for the spatula again, this time circling her belly button. As he dipped his tongue into her belly button, feeling her muscles twitch beneath him, his hands hooked into her panties, pulling them down her legs in one swoop.

Standing between her legs that dangled from the table, he eyed her. "Please, Henry." She begged, his teasing had nearly sent her over the edge and she couldn't take it anymore.

He dipped a finger between her legs, feeling her silky wetness. "You're so wet, baby." He whispered.

"Henry…." She begged.

He enjoyed seeing her squirm and took delight in the blush on her cheeks when he licked his finger. "Needs something….."

He dipped the same finger into the frosting jar and placed a dollop on his tongue. Her eyes widened and her face flushed as she realized what he was doing. "Jesus Henry!" she cried as his fingers plunged into her heat. He moved them in and out fast, curling and uncurling. Her hips bucked, needing more contact and just then he touched his chocolate covered tongue to her clit. His tongue swirled the frosting over her sensitive spot before lapping it up as his fingers continued to work.

She couldn't form a coherent thought as only throaty cries and breathy moans left her lips as she pushed against him, creating more friction. She was so wound up. Henry moaned against her, enjoying the feeling her muscles clenching his fingers and that sent her over with a loud cry she didn't attempt to silence.

Her body trembled and shook, her hands gripping the table hard to steady herself. He continued pumping his fingers and licking, extending her waves of pleasure beyond her belief.

When she had finally calmed, he drank in the sight as he licked his fingers clean, makings sure she watched. Her skin glistened with sweat as she panted for breath; he still felt her twitch now and then. When his fingers were clean he hovered over her to kiss her softly.

She melted into the kiss and when he pulled back she asked, "How was your dessert?"

"Amazing." He smiled, kissing her again, deepening it. His tongue in her mouth re-ignited her fire. Her arms wound around his neck, pulling his body closer to hers.

Kissing was all they need to re-fuel their fire. Breaking it, Henry pulled her hips to the edge of the table for leverage and held himself above her opening. He ran his tip between her slick folds, teasing. "Mmm, baby, you feel so hot and wet.

"Henry, please." She begged, pushing her knees wider. "I need you."

It was all he needed to hear, he slid his hands under her thighs as he thrust into her with a moan. He began to pump slowly, using her legs as leverage as he leaned over her on the table. Bending to kiss her, she wrapped her arms around him tight, further securing his body to hers, needing his skin touching every inch of hers. He increased the pace slightly before slowing down when he heard the table skid on the floor.

"Harder." She begged. He pushed harder and heard the table again. But at that point neither cared as they clung to one another, their skin slick with sweat and the air thick with their heavy breathing as their hips moved frantically. The table continued to move with every hard thrust and Elizabeth moaned each time, egging him on. "Almost there baby…."

Henry bent to place a sloppy kiss on her lips. "Come for me baby….I want to feel you…"

She released a strangled cry as she tightened her thighs and bucked her hips. Henry realized what she was doing and reached a finger to her clit, pressing gently as she tumbled over the edge. He rode out her waves with hard thrusts, his head spiraling as her muscles convulsed around him and her cries filling his ears. Just before she calmed he thrust one last time with a loud grunt and spilled his seed inside her, before collapsing on top of her.

She reached for his face, stroking his cheek with shaky fingers as they calmed. He smiled at her, brushing their noses together before their lips met in gentle kisses. "I love you." He said softly.

"Love you too."

After a few minutes she shifted beneath his weight and he got up a little. "Sorry I'm crushing you."

"No…." she nodded. "Just the table is….very uncomfortable now."

He laughed a little, rising on shaky legs pulling her to a sitting position. He stood between her legs and held her as she curled against his chest. "Let's go over to the couch." He whispered in her hair and she nodded, but was still reluctant to move.

Henry noticed this and pulled back, bending to pull on his boxers. As he went to retrieve his shirt to toss her, he noticed the table had moved a good several feet and was impressed with hismself.

Tossing her his shirt, he reached around her and she looked around wondering what he was doing. "The table babe…."

She looked and noticed it had moved and her face blushed. He quickly pulled it back to place and went to the couch. Once the table was secure, Elizabeth hopped off it, buttoning just two of the buttons on his shirt. On shaky legs she cut a fresh slice of cake and returned to the couch with the cake and a fork.

Henry smiled and opened his arms, which she quickly settled into, and draped a blanket over them. "Amazing surprise, babe." He said, kissing her as he took the cake.

He ate a bite before offering one to her. "I just figured since the kids were gone…." She mulled, eating the cake.

"The cake really is good. Did you really make this cake?" Henry asked, surprised, knowing his wife's lack of kitchen skills.

"Henry, any woman can make a Duncan Hines double chocolate fudge cake from a box." She confirmed with a smirk.

"I see." He said, offering her another bite.

Once the cake was finished, they simply enjoyed each other's snuggles and Elizabeth had fallen asleep. Henry hated to wake her, but he knew if the kids arrived home early, they would not want to find their parents half naked on the couch with their clothing scattered about the kitchen.

He gently untangled himself from her hold, and swept her up, carrying her to bed. She was quick to re-settle herself in her sleep, curling up with the pillows as Henry retreated to the kitchen. He placed the remaining cake under the cloche and loaded the couple of plates into the dishwasher. Next he grabbed the disinvfecting wipes from the cupboard and quickly wiped down the table. As he tossed the wipes in the garbage he saw the cake box and smirked. Duncan Hines Moist Deluxe.

As he gathered up their clothing and returned to bed, his wife instinctively curled up to him and he kissed her temple. "Where did you go?" she said sleepily.

"To clean up…in case the kids come home early."

"Hmmm. Good idea."

As he lay there holding his wife as she slept he knew he the ante had been upped. It was a little unspoken game they had. Sure their sex life was always great, but they sort of had taken turns with little surprises, especially when the kids were gone for the night. They never spoke about it or discussed it. But the ball was back in his court now and he had to think of something good to top the way this night had gone. An idea popped into his mind. Oh Elizabeth, you are in for a treat my love.

AN2: This is sort of based on two random things. 1.) Where Henry says in Venezuela "You're not the only one in this marriage capable of a Charm Offensive." It made me wonder what 'charming' things Elizabeth has done for him. 2.) The scene in "The Family Man' with the chocolate cake. Yep. You're welcome. Now go leave come comments! Pleaseeeee...they make me sooo happy!