You guys are awesome. Seriously, thank you so much for the wonderful response to the last chapter; I'm so glad people are enjoying this slightly off-kilter little fic! Here is chapter two, which is a bit shorter but is basically just the slow descent towards the inevitable. Hope you enjoy - any thoughts/comments welcome :D x
Chapter Two
Thursday 18:40
Elizabeth spent the majority of the car ride home thinking about the telling off she would give Henry for what he had done.
Amusement at Blake's obvious discomfort over the situation had faded into genuine annoyance with her husband for his presumptuousness in calling her assistant to ask him to put sex on her schedule like it was a business meeting and the way he had completely bypassed her in making the arrangement without even asking her if she was up for it.
She thought the best way to teach him a lesson would be not to give him what he wanted.
Then she thought that the only problem with that was it would also be denying her what she wanted. Because Henry was right: three weeks was a long time, and she missed him, too. She wasn't about to deny herself just because her husband – her husband, the ethics professor - needed to learn a lesson in propriety.
But that didn't mean she couldn't make him pay for his transgression.
And it didn't mean that she couldn't have her fun with it.
Yeah, she thought it was going to be a very good evening.
Elizabeth stepped into the foyer of her house and had barely managed to close the front door before she heard footsteps behind her and then felt strong hands gripping her biceps to spin her around and she came face to face with Henry for a split second before one of his hands threaded into her hair and his lips covered hers and he wrapped his other arm tight around her waist to hold her against him.
And, oh, he was really desperate for her.
The impatient enthusiasm in his touch and his kiss swept her up for a minute and she let her briefcase fall to the floor, bringing her hands up to wrap around his neck, the better to hold him steady so she could duel his tongue with her own. Henry hummed in the back of his throat and Elizabeth smiled against his lips, pride filling her up at the thought of her husband wanting her so damn much.
Then she remembered how he had got her there, and the fact that she needed to get her own back before she gave in to what they both wanted, and she broke the kiss, pulling back from his embrace and putting her hands on his chest to keep him where he was when his head dipped to try to follow her.
"I'm sorry, babe," she said, with an impressive facsimile of apology in her voice, "I can't stay long."
She stepped back in preparation for heading up the stairs but Henry caught her waist to still her, as she knew he would.
Elizabeth bit back the smirk that threatened to break free and ruin her game.
Henry frowned. "Why not?"
She was earnest and convincing when she said, "I have an appointment. And I'm already late."
Henry bought it. He sputtered like he couldn't quite decide how to react. "But… wait… what appointment?"
"I have a thing at six thirty, and it's already almost quarter to seven." It was worth the effort it was taking to keep her expression deadpan just to enjoy the confusion that was taking up residence on her husband's face as he thought that she had been double-booked.
Henry shook his head. "But… I'm your six thirty appointment."
Oh, she had been hoping it would take him longer to crack. Then again, she didn't think he fully realised what he had just admitted to her. She smiled slyly at him. "You are?"
His eyes went a little wide.
Elizabeth said, "No, my six thirty appointment is golfing."
"Wait, you… golfing?"
She nodded soberly. "Golfing."
"But babe, I –" Henry stopped and realisation dawned. A hint of nerves crept into his expression, along with a side order of guilt. "Ah."
Elizabeth mustered the annoyance she had felt during the car ride home and took a couple of steps back from Henry, nodding in response. "Yeah. When were you gonna tell me that you called Blake and turned him into my booker?"
She watched the debate play out on Henry's face as he opened his mouth, no doubt to try to explain, but then decided better of it and instead spent a few seconds thinking it through before he said, "I should have told you. I'm sorry."
She folded her arms across her chest and looked at him sternly. "Yes, you should have." Some of the indignation she felt was genuine; the rest of it was just for fun.
Henry swallowed heavily. "My only defence is that I miss you. And I love you." His eyes darkened and he tilted slightly towards her. "And I want you. You have no idea how much."
"Oh, I think I do." She held his gaze and let a taunt enter her expression. "You know my official schedule isn't private, right? People see it."
Henry's hands twitched at his sides like he wanted to reach for her before he held himself where he was, still unsure of where she was going with this – exactly how much trouble he was actually in.
Elizabeth felt a little thrill of arousal dart through her. She couldn't deny that it was slightly fun, seeing her husband squirm as she admonished him in the foyer of their house. "I mean people might ask me what happened while I was… golfing." She let a wicked smile play at the edges of her lips and a glint entered her eyes. "They might ask if I enjoyed it. And I'm going to have to tell them something."
"I can promise you'll enjoy it," Henry said, his voice a low rumble.
"I should hope so, after your little stunt with Blake." She wasn't able to keep her enjoyment out of her voice that time.
Henry noticed, closing the gap between them and sliding his arms around her, squeezing firmly against the small of her back to tilt her into him as he leant over her. "You want to know how much you'll enjoy it? How satisfying it will be?"
Settling into his embrace, Elizabeth rested her hands on Henry's biceps. She held her lips a whisper away from his. "Better than getting a hole in one?"
He kissed her, briefly but firmly, setting heat flaring low in her belly. When he pulled away he said, "Oh, much better than that. Better than completing the course below par."
"I'm very glad to hear that, Dr McCord. This definitely isn't an area where we want to be performing below par."
Henry chuckled and pressed his hips into hers as he kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth and setting her nerve endings alight at the same time as betraying how very much he wanted her and why he had resorted to nefarious means to get her home long enough to relieve the ache. He pulled back briefly after a couple of minutes to suck in a breath and say, "That feel below par to you?"
Elizabeth shifted against him, feeling the hardness of him pressing into her abdomen and feeling the answering throb between her legs. "Show me what you've got," she said. "Upstairs. Now."
The look in Henry's eyes darkened as she gave him the order.
So he liked that, did he?
Then he said, "With pleasure." His hands trailed over her back, setting her tingling and making her gasp when he moved around to skate his palms down over her breasts and to her waist, where he held her firmly between his palms, his thumbs moving rhythmically at the base of her ribcage. "But don't forget… this is my appointment. This is my time."
Her heart ticking up a gear, Elizabeth swallowed at the look on Henry's face and the intent in his voice. She mustered her bravado. "So you've got plans, huh?"
"Oh, yes."
She slid her arms up around his neck, using the leverage to pull herself up his body until they were eye to eye. She summoned her resolve. Her lips brushed over his as she spoke, his breath hot against her face. "Good. So do I." She gave him a brief, hard kiss. She repeated, "Upstairs."
TBC
