AN: Okay. I had left this open and this chapter came to me while re-watching one of my favorite episodes...and of course that was the basis for this originally. I'm not 100% thrilled with this, I've been struggling with smut lately. But here is and I hope you like it! Again, leaving it open for when a sassy idea strikes next. (sassy ideas welcome).

This will do. Henry McCord nodded to himself as he glanced around the elaborate suite they were staying in in Venezuela, mentally making arrangements for later.

A work trip to Venezuela wasn't part of Henry's original plan to surprise his wife after her chocolate cake treat she'd given him a few weeks prior. But Henry was a smart man, and he knew what his wife needed right now. Romance. His originally planned activity could wait until next time.

His wife was tougher than most, and she put on a great face to the world outside. But deep down, she appreciated romance. She appreciated letting him take the lead at home and in the bedroom, considering she was the leader in all other aspects of her life. After the recent stress they were facing from their secret investigation into Marsh's death - he knew his alternate plan would be a welcome and unexpected treat.

Some may have called his plan simple, corny….cliché even. Be it as it might, Elizabeth would adore it – and that was all that mattered. Plus he wasn't stupid enough to let this suite, or alone time with her, go to waste.

Room Service. Steak & Dessert. Check. Candles. Check. Drawn back sheets. Check. Bathrobe. Check.

Her reaction was perfect. He knew he'd gotten it just right. "Oh…well played Dr. McCord," the breathy sigh escaped her lips as she opened the door.

He turned to her with a smile, opening his arms to her. "You're not the only one in this marriage who can pull off a charm offensive. The steak is cold." He frowned at the last bit, he wanted to have a hot meal for her.

"Ahh. It's perfect." She kissed him, it was the thought that counted.

"How's Nadine?" he asked, giving her a few minutes to decompress after the day.

"She's okay. She wants to know the truth about Marsh as much as I do."

"What about you?" he leaned in close.

"I'm hungry!" she whined. He knew he should have ordered the steak a little later. "But you know what I want to do before we eat?"

"I know what I want to do." He flirted

"Call the kids…" she grinned, and he knew she was teasing him back. She couldn't resist romance. It was one of her weaknesses.

"That's exactly what I was thinking." He winked, leaning in to kiss her once more.

His lips gently caressed hers as his hands encircled her tiny waist, rubbing her hips. She gave into his touch, sighing gently into his mouth as she parted her lips for his tongue to enter.

She could feel his arousal growing through the robe, and ran her hands up his robe lapels before settling on his neck, fingering the ends of his soft hair, holding him close to her.

Henry's tongue entered her mouth, swirling with hers as their kisses grew deeper and he swallowed her soft moans. As he felt her hand move to his groin, he pulled away, his mouth suckling her bottom lip as he did so, moving to gently place a kiss on her forehead. "Tonight is for you…" he whispered.

She gaze at him softly through thick lashes and they kissed again, more gently this time before Henry left her lips and trailed kisses along her neck and jawline – finally reaching the spot behind her ear that made her knees weak. "Henry….." she sighed, tilting her head to allow him better access.

He moved to look her in the eyes, smiling. "You've been in the sun today….I can see all your freckles." He told her, moving to kiss each of them on her collarbone and nose.

She blushed, always conscious of her freckles that appeared when in the sun.

Henry told her they were beautiful as his hand found the zip of her dress. His fingers pulled it down her spine, before moving his strong hands to her shoulders to push the garment away. "I love this dress, by the way….it brings out your eyes." He whispered as he stared into them, bring another flush on her cheeks. "And if I knew you were wearing this underneath, I might have done this much earlier tonight…." He continued, his fingers tracing her matching lace bra, and a barley existent matching thong.

"Now that I know your reaction to this dress, I'll definitely wear it more often." She whispered, leaning up to kiss him again.

He deepened the kiss and expertly moved them back to the bed, allowing her to fall backwards once her knees touched the mattress. Climbing atop her he continues to kiss her, pinning her hands at her sides when she tried to remove his robe again. He broke away and shook his head. "No, no my dear….tonight is for you."

"But I want…"she whined, arching against him.

"And you will." He promised, sinking back on his knees between hers. "Just relax."

Henry reached around her, pulling a bottle of oil from the nightstand, pouring a small amount into his palms then he massaged her toned legs until he reached her feet. In his opinion, his wife had the sexiest legs, and they never got the attention they deserved. But at the moment his focus was on her feet. Elizabeth despised the stilettos she wore all day, despite how great they looked on her.

Henry's male pride swelled at the satisfied moan Elizabeth made as he began to massage her foot. She sank into the bed, allowing Henry's hands to work their magic on her sore feet.

Smiling, Henry worked his fingers deep into the balls of each of each foot, taking joy in her reactions. She was stunning, laying before him in her lingerie, completely relaxed and free with him as he massaged each arch, and each of her beautifully painted toes before rolling her ankles and performing various stretches to relax her feet.

When he was done, Elizabeth pulled her legs up, stretching and reaching for him. She kissed him deeply, thanking him for her foot massage. "Your hands are magic." She whispered, and a foot massage always ignited a fire in her belly. She pulled his hand to her center, letting him feel her wetness through her panties. "Do you see what your magic hands do to me?"

"Hmm, I know." Henry moaned into her mouth, finally allowing her to remove his robe and touch him. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she pulled him on top of her on the bed.

Henry obliged, allowing her to pull him closer – but not before he had managed to slide her panties down her legs. After letting her feel him on top of her, he broke their kiss to trail kisses down her body. He started at her neck, then moved to her collar bone and between her breasts. He ignored them, still clad in lace as his magic hands had other plans.

Elizabeth squirmed beneath his touch, her soft cries encouraging him on. "Please, Henry…" she reached for his length again.

He gently pushed her hand away for the third time that night, and swiped his fingers between her folds causing her to arch off the bed.

He replaced his fingers with his mouth, his warm tongue parting her. His efforts elicited a shape of breath as she arched off the bed. Pushing her hips down, he steadied her as his mouth continued to trace patterns across her center.

She reached her fingers to his head, threading them into his hair, effectively holding his head in place as she squirmed against the delicious friction he created. Henry soon added two fingers, while his tongue focused on her clit. His fingers stretched her, and he felt her walls clench around them as he curled them to hit her spot. "Henry." She moaned his name, pulling on his short hair.

He felt her thighs quivering around his head and her grinding against him as best she could with him holding her hips down. She was right there and he picked up the pace of his fingers causing finally sending her over the edge. Her thighs tightened and her body shook as she came, and he continued to softly swirl his tongue and pump his fingers in and out of her as he extended her pleasure as long as possible.

When she finally calmed he rose up, licking his fingers as she watched with a grin. "Enjoy your dessert?" she teased as she watched him, clearly pleased with himself.

"Immensely…" he said, hovering over her.

She rose her eyebrows before capturing his lips with hers, tasting herself on him. She was quick to deepen the kiss, and reached her arms to his shoulders, pushing him onto his back and she straddled him. "I want seconds…" she flirted, reaching between them and wasting no time holding him in place to slide down his length, arching her back and tossing her head back as she sank down.

"Babe…" he groaned, bucking his hips immediately as they joined. She felt so good around him.

"Mmmm." She moaned in response, swirling her hips in a figure eight motion.

He grasped her hips, caressing gently as he guided her. She tried to set a slow pace, enjoying the feeling and taking her time. She leaned forward, resting her hands on his chest for leverage, causing her lace clad breasts to come into Henry's reach. His hands left her hips momentarily as he expertly un-clasped the lace and pulling the garment down her arms, letting her breasts fall free near his face. His hands resumed their position on her hips, guiding her faster as his mouth attached to her breasts, teasing her nipples.

She moaned his name and pulled him close, holding him to her, needing to feel him against every inch of her.

He saw where she was going with this and used the opportunity to flip them, pinning her beneath him. His lips left her breasts and captured her lips, their tongues dueling. He quickly increased the pace, pumping quickly and she locked her legs around him, squeezing him close to her as she met his pace. Sweat pooled on their skin as they worked toward completion together, sinking onto the sheets in a sweaty pile of limbs once they finished.

Henry came to first, opening his eyes and gently brushing his lips across his wife's forehead, then her lips. "Love you." He whispered.

She kissed him back sloppily. "Love you too."

Rolling off of her, he pulled her close and they kissed languidly, with no need for words – simply enjoying their quiet time together. Exhaustion eventually took over and they fell into a light sleep. Their cat nap lasted roughly 20 minutes before Elizabeth shot up, her motherly instinct kicking in. "Oh my god…we gotta call the kids." She said, reaching for her phone and rolling back to her husband who was still coming to.

He grabbed the tray of desserts as his wife dialed the phone. In the haste of their lovemaking, Elizabeth could barely scold Stevie for leaving – "the whole point of having you there was…..having you there." She half whined, looking to Henry for assistance and he agreed with her by waving his hands.

"Something is definitely going on…."

"Yea, but they have a whole team of agents looking after them."

"Do you think they could sneak a kegger past the detail."

"What…no….one conspiracy at a time." He insisted, mentally noting he'd get to the bottom f his daughter's activities – when he got home. While they were likely trying to pull one over on their parents and take advantage of an empty house – as any teenager would – he knew they were at least safe. And with that thought, his focus shifted to the gorgeous, naked woman in his arms as he offered her a strawberry.

"Hungry?"

She eyed him, and while she was slightly concerned her daughters were misbehaving at home, she was content with the knowledge that armed guards were protecting them and let herself fall victim to her husband's charms and pecked the strawberry from him with a grin as they replenished their spent energy with sweets.

The ball was definitely now in her court, and she would repay her husband for this romantic distraction.