A/N: Just some plotless Henry and Elizabeth smut. Let me know if I should continue! ;)
She awoke to the soft brush of fingertips against her skin, and groaned into the pillow.
"What time is it?" She mumbled.
"Early."
"When did you get home?
"Late."
She grunted. "Yeah, that about clears things up."
"You were asleep," he offered, sliding one of the silky blue straps down her shoulder. "You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you."
She turned her head to the side to look at him, furrowing her brow. "You could have at least called."
His fingers traced lazy circles over her shoulder blade. "I tried to wait up..." She glanced over at the empty wine glass on her bedside table. Her head was throbbing.
"I figured I could make it up to you this morning."
She let out a giggle as she felt him climb over her, and slide the other strap down. He brushed a strand of hair to the side, and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her shoulder, his fingers kneading the knots at the base of her neck.
She moaned, and it spurred him on. "Harder," she breathed. She felt his erection poking insistently at her backside, and gave him a hearty chuckle.
"Good morning to you too, Dr. McCord," she teased. But he knew full well just how much his wife loved this sort of wake up call.
"Quickie before coffee?" She asked innocently.
"I think I'll go straight for breakfast." He slid his hands up under her abdomen, guiding her up off the mattress, onto all fours. With her face still buried in the pillow, he climbed down her body, and smiled to himself as he pushed the blue negligee up, and noticed she wasn't wearing any panties.
His nose was the first part of him to make contact, and she jumped at the sensation.
"Relax, Babe." Just then, he drew his tongue softly up her center, without parting her, and her legs began to shake.
"Henry," she pleaded. "Please..."
He smirked, and pressed a thumb along either side of her, revealing just how ready she was, and blew gently along her slit.
She sucked a sharp breath between her teeth, and he knew she was ready to throttle him.
"Cut it out," she warned.
"Tell me," he said quietly, his mouth inches away from where she wanted him.
"Tell you what?" She grunted in frustration.
"Tell me what you want. ...How you want it."
She sighed into the pillow. "I need you to make me come, Henry. I wanted it last night; but I need it now."
He obliged, burying his face in her wet heat, lapping at her hungrily, more than ready to make up for his transgression.
She let out a slow, even breath—one she didn't know she was holding until his tongue hit her just right. She shifted her hips back, urging him to add a bit more pressure.
He slid his mouth over her slick bundle of nerves; sucking gently, he slipped a finger inside her, and felt for her reaction. She bit into the pillow to keep from screaming.
"Bingo," he thought to himself. He'd gotten so good at reading her body language, over the years. Without even looking at her face, he knew just how much she was enjoying herself.
"Baby..." she breathed, reaching back for his hand, as he gently pressed the pad of his thumb to her clit, and slid his tongue inside her, savoring the taste of her desire.
He laced their fingers together, and pulled his mouth from her, sinking two fingers into her, as he climbed back up her body and kissed her shoulder.
"I want to see your face."
Without hesitation, she wrapped her hand around his wrist, and pulled his fingers from inside her, bringing them up to his mouth, and tracing his lips with them, as she turned over.
She pressed a bruising kiss to his mouth, as he brought his weight down onto her, stopping to give her just enough leverage to free him from his boxers.
"You taste like me," she whispered, and he pressed his forehead to hers, locking eyes with him, as she wrapped her fingers around him and began to stroke softly, sliding her thumb over the tip.
Without warning, he brought his hands to the back of her thighs, and hoisted her legs straight up in the air, and he held her there by her ankles. Grabbing hold of his erection, he slid himself gently from her entrance, all the way up to her clit, and back again, teasing her.
"Fuck," he whispered, letting her legs fall to encircle him.
"Yes…" she breathed. "Please."
"No—the kids." He sighed. "They're up."
Almost as if on cue, her alarm clock blared deafeningly into her ear.
"Jesus," she bit out, reaching over to silence it.
"Little hung over?" He taunted, leaning in to kiss her.
"Well maybe if you'd actually made it home last night, I wouldn't have finished the bottle, myself."
He conceded, between kisses. "I know, baby. And I'm gonna make it up to you. Just, wait until—"
Just then, a loud crash bellowed up the stairs.
"What the hell…" She winced.
"I'll go see what that's about." He said with a sigh. "You just close your eyes for a few more minutes."
"Mmm… yeah, okay." She yawned, reaching for the covers. Her eyes flew open, "No wait, no!" She said after a beat, glancing first at Henry's face, and then down at his erection, as he pulled his boxers up. She burst into a fit of laughter. "Toss me my robe."
He smirked, as she stood up, allowing the lacy blue garment to fall in a puddle at her feet. She was finally, completely naked.
She shrugged the robe onto her shoulders, wrapping it around herself, and tying the belt tightly around her waist.
"You owe me an orgasm, Doctor." She pressed a quick kiss to his mouth, and padded out of the room, and down the stairs to investigate the commotion.
...TBC[?]