The very intimate pictures of Stevie and Harrison threatened to be put online in this digital era was something that scared Henry to no end. His daughter clearly afraid of losing everything she had worked for so far, living a normal life, living a life in which she could be who she wanted to be and do what she wanted to do, living a life in the shadow of the spotlight her parents were in. Yet, it would all come to an abrupt end once the pictures of her and the president's son – what was she thinking, the president's son – naked for god's sake, in a hotel room, would be published all over the world. It didn't look good. Not in the slightest.

However, her mother was the Secretary of State. If anyone could do something about this threat, it was Elizabeth McCord. Although her mother had asked Stevie what exactly was on that phone, Stevie was able to leave out the gory details. Her mother, and her father who would be informed by his wife, did not need to know about her sexual activities, her sexual preferences. Oh my god. If the pictures got out, they would find out soon enough.

Miraculously, with her mother's CIA skills and diplomacy, they were able to trace the source that leaked some of the more decent footage. Stevie sat down to have a talk with that man and was able to have a civilized conversation with him. Thankfully, god knows what Henry must have done if he had been left alone in the room with the perv. Relief washed over Stevie and her parents when they were able to prevent the rest of the pictures from being uploaded on the World Wide Web.

Now that things were settled, Henry couldn't hide his excitement any longer. He was relieved and relaxed. Yet, being on his side of the bed while Elizabeth was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, he couldn't seem to focus on the words he was reading. He couldn't stop thinking about what his wife had told him when they were leaving the Oval Office earlier that day.

'Is it wrong that I find it kind of hot?'

Was it wrong? He didn't think so the moment she asked him. They had put their arms around each other's waist; he had turned slightly into Elizabeth, his hand underneath her jacket brushing the side of her stomach.

'I'll show you later tonight how hot I think you are.'

It had made her blush and smile and he thought he would be able to bring the subject back up with her later. But now, he was having second doubts. Would it be wrong for them to do that? Could they? What would the repercussions be if … ?

Henry was deep in thoughts and hadn't noticed Elizabeth approach him. She waved her hand in front of his face. 'Earth to Henry,' she said with a confused look on her face. Henry quickly turned his face towards her, not being able to hide the blush that was covering his cheeks rapidly. 'What were you thinking of,' Elizabeth asked him, before lifting up her nightgown a bit to put one knee on the side of the bed where he was sitting.

'Nothing'.

She smiled, 'Henry, come on.'

'No really, I was just … ' He didn't know what to say or what to do. He closed his book, put in on the nightstand and took her hand in his. 'Nothing, I'm just tired.' He hoped she wouldn't ask anything else about what he had been thinking about.

He reached for her, brushed her cheek and give her a soft kiss on the lips before pulling away and resting on his side. Taken aback, Elizabeth got up. While making her way to the bed she complained: 'And here I am thinking you were going to show me tonight how hot you think I am.' She looked to his frame in the bed. He sighed and turned around. He rested his head on his left palm when he looked at her, getting into bed and getting comfortable.

'I thought you thought it was hot too,' Elizabeth sighed.

'I think you're hot,' Henry replied.

'Are you going to show me?' she asked.

'I'll show you.' He answered but she could see he was thinking about something else. He made his way closer to her body.

'Henry,' she stopped him, 'what is it that you're thinking about?'

Henry sighed and landed on his back. Hesitatingly, he started. 'Aren't you curious about us?'

Elizabeth didn't know what to answer to that. She looked away, her eyes trying to find the answer to the question she didn't understand.

Before she could say anything, Henry elaborated. 'I mean, we've been together for almost thirty years. We've made love an uncountable amount of times. And it's always been very good. Amazing. Out of this world fantastic.'

Elizabeth smiled and nodded, hearing Henry nervously talk about their relationship.

'And we've never got to see it.'

It all dawned on Elizabeth. 'Babe, are you suggesting what I think you are.'

Again, Henry turned to his side so he could look at her. His eyes searching for hers expectantly.

'I don't know if we should. I don't know if we even could. But I'm just curious about us.'

'You want to tape us having sex?' Elizabeth asked, obviously shocked now that she was fully understanding what Henry was aiming at.

Henry looked at her. He placed his hand on her right thigh. 'Baby, it's just something I'm wondering about. I'm not saying we should. I'm just saying I'm curious.' He moved his hand from her thigh to her hand that was resting in her lap. 'I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable.'

'No, it's just. I'm a little taken aback.'

He pinched her thumb and index finger. 'I don't need it, you know, to keep things interesting. After all these years, I'm still not tired of the way we make love and I certainly don't think we should spice up our sex life. But wouldn't it be fun to watch our own little X-rated movie.'

'What if someone gets his hands on it? I mean, look at what almost happened to Stevie.'

'I know,' Henry assured her. 'But, we could be more careful, right? We can't use our phones of course, but we could use our old camera. No one ever uses it anymore.'

'My, you've really put some serious thought into this, haven't you?' Elizabeth smirked while saying it.

'Well, only if you're up for it.' Henry scooted closer to his wife and put his arm around her shoulders. Her head instinctively rested on his shoulder.

'Oh, I'm up for anything,' she said seductively.

'Really?' Henry asked, turning his face towards hers.

She nodded and bit her lower lip.

'You have no idea how much I love you.'

'Are you going to show it?' Her left hand linked with his one that was hanging casually off her shoulder.

It was his time to nod. He lowered his head, searched for her eyes and then mouth before colliding his lips into hers.

Their mouths were exploring one another. Undoing his arm from around his shoulder, he moved to sit in between her legs. He put his hands under her armpits and lifted her up a bit. Her head, her back and bottom resting against the headboard of their king-size bed.

He quickly peeled the robe she was wearing off her shoulders, his hands going for the hem of her silk dress. He pulled it over her head, leaving her completely naked against the frame of their bed.

He got up, undid his shirt and boxers and took his previous position again. His right hand going underneath her butt while his left hand went around her waist. He picked her up and pinned her against the headboard. Sitting on his knees in between her legs, he devoured her mouth. He grabbed the underside of her thighs and lifted both of her legs so they could lock around his lower back. Her body squirmed, not being able to move all too much, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders for leverage.

'Henry,' she moaned breathlessly, greedy for oxygen.

His lower body pressed against hers, he locked their lips again. His tongue penetrating her mouth demanding a duel.

'Uuuh,' was all she could muster when he entered her without any warning whatsoever.

He started to move inside of her frantically, gluing her to the headboard while he consumed her. 'God, Elizabeth,' he spoke with her being all tight around him while he was sitting on his knees driving her crazy with his movements.

'Almost there,' she heaved with her eyes closed and her head hidden in his neck. She drew her tongue over his shoulder before she bit him at that exact same spot when she came hard.

He kept pushing into her until he as well found his much needed release.

Her body still pressed against the headboard, she wasn't quite able to let go of him yet. Her body trembled while hugging him tightly, feeling him shrink inside of her. 'That was amazing,' she whispered in his ear before darting her tongue out and licking his earlobe. 'Out of this world fantastic.'

Henry grimaced before pulling out of her. Her body slumped but he made sure he kept holding her close against his body. He fell onto his back, taking her with him. He grabbed her neck and kissed her passionately.

'Next time, we'll tape it?' he asked wondering how she still felt about the idea.

'Do you think it will be as good then? I mean, knowing there's a camera taping us, I'm afraid it will make it less spontaneous. Less good. Less out of this world fantastic,' she said with doubt in her voice.

'You know what,' Henry suddenly had an epiphany. 'It's my idea. It's my fantasy. I'll set it up, I'll make sure you won't know when we are actually being filmed.'

Elizabeth snorted. 'You're crazy', she kissed him on the lips. 'But I love you and your crazy ideas'.