I set out to write a different take on this prompt, for chapter 2, after lilacmermaid pointed out the potential humor in the kids' knowledge of their parents' subterfuge. Well, that's not the story that was written. Apparently, neither 2queens1prince nor I have a filter, I was in a mood, and this is the result. [I'll also offer this as a belated birthday present for fsulinz, because she puts up with our shenanigans. And got me hooked on this damn show.] I'd apologize, but I'm not really sorry.
She'd woken after the sun rose for the first time in months, alone in bed. World crises didn't stop for weekends, which meant even less time alone with Henry. She'd already had a slight crisis of her own over their sex life. Henry had reassured her, but she still missed her husband.
Really missed him.
Henry woke to slamming cabinet doors and raised voices from the kitchen. He'd left Elizabeth sleeping, trying to prevent the kids' fighting from waking her. Selfishly, he wanted to stay in bed with his wife. He'd tamped down his instinct to snuggle into her, warm and soft, and bring them both pleasure in the morning light.
He still wanted her.
They'd been teasing during their breakfast routine: bumping hips at the sink, a brush of his fingers on the small of her back, her hands briefly tangling in his hair.
When the kids wandered from the breakfast table to the living room, ostensibly to find technological entertainment, Henry had pinned Elizabeth against the counter for a hot, steamy kiss. She'd indulged him, roaming her hands down to his butt, nestling his body into the cradle of her thighs. But then she pushed him away with a sly smile when Jason came back to dump his cereal bowl in the sink. Seeing their son's very obvious eye roll, Henry winked at his wife, full of promise.
Elizabeth shuffled out of the kitchen, coffee mugs in both hands. Henry's arms were wrapped around her waist, his lips on her neck, his breath hot in her ear.
"Stop it, I'm going to spill this coffee," she hissed, nudging him back with her hips. She could feel him getting hard, and smirked to herself.
Well, then.
Elizabeth took a deep breath and forced the lust out of her voice.
"What are we watching?" she asked the kids. Jason's eyes were glued to something rather violent looking on the television. Alison lounged in the corner on pillows, earbuds in, staring at her phone screen, thumbs flying.
When no one responded, she shrugged, and set the mugs down on the table. At least they weren't fighting with each other. She looked back at Henry with a pointed gaze.
Stay out of trouble. Not that Elizabeth actually meant her warning.
Henry raised his eyebrows and cocked his head, as if to accept the challenge offered. He sat down on the couch, leaning back into the corner so she could settle into the crook made by his legs.
Elizabeth's blue eyes twinkled with amusement as she accepted his hand and let herself be pulled down with him.
She laid back against his chest, grinding into his body, and heard Henry stifle a groan. He exhaled, long and ragged, as if he were trying to calm himself. Henry dragged his hand over her forearm, up, up, over her shoulder and squeezed slightly. Elizabeth reached to tug the blanket off the end of the couch, and his hands bracketed her ribs to control her backwards motion. She bit her lip to keep from laughing.
So he was as turned on as she, huh?
She tucked the blanket under her arms, covering most of her body, and Henry's legs.
Game on.
Henry's arm drifted under the blanket, cupping his hand around her hamstring. His other hand slid under her arm, inside her pajama top, to rest warmly on her stomach. Those fingers began tracing circles, ever so lightly, down her ribs to her hip, and back up again, just brushing the swell of her breasts. Lust began to trickle through her veins.
She hadn't bothered with underwear or a bra that morning before heading downstairs. The lack of both gave Henry easier access to her bare skin.
The hand under her leg teased her, feather light, fingers lingering close to her center, slowly tracing the seam between her butt and thigh. Elizabeth could feel herself getting wet as his touch made her throb deep in her belly.
Suddenly, Henry blurted out, "Hey, the Great British Baking show is on."
Apparently, whatever show Jason was watching had ended, and the channel listings scrolled down the screen.
"We need to see how that last challenge ends," he continued. Henry tapped the underside of Elizabeth's leg lightly, encouraging her agreement.
"Yeah, they were, uh, making, um, some kind of fancy cakes. In a contest. With judges. That yelled a lot." Elizabeth frantically searched for a plausible explanation.
"Um, no. No way am I watching people bake." Jason protested rather vehemently. "You have a TV in your room. Have fun with that." He waved them off with a vague toss of his hand.
Instead of responding to Jason's indignant tone, Henry instantly agreed. "You're right. We'll go watch upstairs. I don't want to miss this one."
Alison gave her dad a weird look, but promptly focused her attention back on her phone screen.
Henry pushed Elizabeth forward, so he could move. She looked up as he stood, catching his gaze. His eyes were wide with lust, his breathing shallow. Elizabeth raked his body with her eyes, licking her lips at the outline of his erection visible through his sweatpants.
She shoved the blanket at him, and set her feet on the floor. "Here, take this. I might be cold."
Henry glanced at her, confused. They had plenty of blankets on their bed. Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at him, and dropped her gaze. He got the point rather quickly, and held the blanket in front of him, turning toward the stairs after confirmation she was following him.
They raced up the stairs, as fast as they could go without raising suspicion, or making noise on the hardwood.
Henry strode into the bedroom, tossing the blanket in the direction of their bed, as he turned to take his wife in his arms. Elizabeth had just closed the door when he descended on her, crushing her mouth in a bruising kiss, hands tangling in her hair. Tongues dueling, he pressed his body against hers, cradling his hardness against her belly. Elizabeth's arms clung to his shoulders as she gave herself over to the passion they'd been simmering for hours. Henry tore his mouth away from hers and trailed a path of hot kisses down the side of her neck, starting behind her ear. Elizabeth moaned, unable to control her response to his assault on her senses.
Henry pulled back, his eyes dark. He refocused and turned toward their armoire. The haze cleared in Elizabeth's brain.
"Henry," she called, rather plaintively.
"Where's the TV remote?" he asked.
"Seriously? Are we really watching TV?"
"I'm turning it on."
"Why the hell would you do that?"
"You're loud, and I plan to make you even louder." He pounced on the remote laying on his nightstand.
"Really?" Elizabeth pressed her breasts to his back and slid her arms around his waist, her hands moving lower until she cupped his erection. Henry moaned and rocked his hips into her touch. He put his hand over hers.
"Wait. Stop. I can't find the channel," he protested, halfheartedly.
"You can't just leave me hanging," Elizabeth argued, her exasperation evident.
"Oh, I won't. I promise," Henry growled, chucking the remote blindly and taking Elizabeth back into his arms.
"At least now we aren't lying to our kids," he admonished.
"Yeah, because we're oh, so worried about that right now." Elizabeth snorted.
He banded one arm around her back and shoved the other into the front of her pajama pants. His palm found her core, fingers resting just above her heat. Elizabeth whimpered.
"Better?"
"Oh, so much," she confirmed.
Henry kissed her again, more slowly this time, but no less thoroughly, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Elizabeth responded eagerly, fisting her hands in his hair.
"Touch me," she mumbled against his lips.
"I am touching you."
"Touch me." She nipped at his bottom lip.
He skimmed his finger down into her heat, over her clit, just dipping inside her. Elizabeth gasped.
"Babe, you're so wet."
"You've been teasing me all morning. What do you expect?"
"I love feeling how you react to me."
Elizabeth shifted her hips, desperate for Henry to release the burning, throbbing need tormenting her body.
He stroked two fingers over her clit, in sync with his tongue in her mouth. Her orgasm hit her suddenly, and Elizabeth tensed, her whimpers swallowed by his kisses. Her back arched over his arm, and she trembled from the pleasure.
Her reaction sent him into a frenzy. "More." Henry plunged his fingers inside of her. "Take more."
He drove her back to the edge with steady, solid strokes, but then held her there, ravishing her mouth with lips and teeth and tongue, while his fingers ravaged her body. He traced the line of her collarbone with his teeth, and Elizabeth drew a shuddering breath. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, with the sensations he was creating within her, and yet she desperately needed more.
"Henry. Please," she demanded.
Henry didn't increase his pressure, and bit the juncture of her neck lightly. Elizabeth's hips jerked in response. One hand remained tangled in his hair, and with the other, she grabbed his hand, the one inside her, to force him deeper, faster.
"Please. Fuck." she repeated, begging this time.
He added a third finger, stretching her deliciously, sliding easily through her hot arousal. He was so hard he thought he'd burst, and he thrust against her hip, through the layers of their clothes. Henry wanted her naked, wanted to pound into her slick heat until he exploded. But he was determined to bring Elizabeth to peak again before he satisfied his own craving for oblivion.
"Come for me," he growled in her ear.
He increased the speed of his fingers, curling them inside her, as his thumb flicked her clit. Once, twice, then pressed, hard. Elizabeth shattered again, a long, low moan escaping her throat, hands falling away, her arms going limp. Her muscles clenched around his fingers as Henry pushed her through the waves of pleasure. Her head dropped to his shoulder as she reveled in the bliss.
Henry snapped. "Clothes off, now."
He tore his hand from her body, grasping her pajama pants with both hands and jerking them off her hips. Elizabeth refocused enough to help him yank her shirt over her head. As her clothes fell to the floor, Henry stopped, his eyes drinking in her naked body.
"You're so beautiful." He cupped her chin in one hand, thumb brushing her jawline.
Henry raised his other hand to his mouth, sucking on the fingers he'd had inside her. "And you taste so good." His pupils were blown wide, voice deep and wanting.
"You need to get naked. Fast," Elizabeth commanded.
She reached for his shirt, dislodging his hands in the process. Tossing it away, she reached for his pants. She carefully pulled the waistband away from his body, over his erection, then grasped him in her fingers. He was so hot, and so hard. Elizabeth stroked her thumb back and forth over the tip. At Henry's sharp inhale, she smiled.
Henry's hands covered her breasts, pinching her nipples between his thumb and index finger. She gasped, her body flooded with fresh arousal.
"My turn," she said.
Elizabeth dropped to her knees, yanking his pants and boxers down his legs as she went. As Henry's hands smoothed her hair back from her face, she looked up at him through lowered lashes, biting her lip. The passion in his eyes took her breath away; he was so far gone, she wouldn't need much to push him to the brink.
Henry tensed in anticipation of his wife's mouth where he so desperately throbbed for her touch. Elizabeth's tongue touched the base of his penis, fluttering upward as her hand cupped his balls. She tugged, gently, rolling him in her palm as her mouth enveloped his length. He bucked, almost involuntarily, as she sucked him gently.
And he was done. Henry reached down and grasped Elizabeth's biceps, lifting her back to her feet. She instinctively clutched his forearms as he turned them both toward the bed.
Henry laid Elizabeth down on the quilt, across the foot of the bed, their bodies flush. Elizabeth gasped as her nipples scraped his chest and his erection nestled in the apex of her thighs. Henry slid his penis against her sensitive flesh, coating himself with her arousal. Then he shifted his weight back to his knees, shoving her legs up on his shoulders. Bracing his hands on the mattress, he plunged into her warm, wet heat.
Elizabeth keened, low in her throat, as he filled her, pounding relentlessly, racing them both towards completion. She held on, digging her nails into his back, hips pistoning in rhythm with his thrusts. Elizabeth couldn't focus, couldn't keep her eyes open as the pleasure screamed through her body, building from her core. She heard Henry saying her name, over and over, as he drove them further to orgasm. He pushed deep inside her, where the pressure tightened, endlessly, until she came apart, crying out from the sheer intensity of the sensation. Henry groaned her name one last time as he stiffened and poured himself into her.
Her legs slid off his shoulders as Henry collapsed, half draped across her body. She lay on her back, eyes still closed, as she twitched with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her heartbeat echoed in her head. Elizabeth could feel Henry panting against her ear, and she slipped her fingers through his hair, soothing and gentle.
He kissed her collarbone, trailing his lips over her skin. "Mmm… I love you."
She dipped her head toward him, cheek resting against Henry's forehead.
"I kinda like you, too," Elizabeth sighed, content. She felt his lips curve against her shoulder.
Henry softened inside her, slipping from her body; Elizabeth felt the remnants of their lovemaking dripping down her leg. And still they lay together, too sated to move, treasuring the moment. Henry's hand rested on Elizabeth's stomach, thumb ghosting the line of her rib cage, while her fingers traced the shell of his ear.
Voices broke through their haze.
"What the hell?" Elizabeth whipped her head in the opposite direction. And huffed out a breath. "Shit. That scared me. I forgot you left the TV on. I thought for a minute we'd left the door open. Or unlocked."
"I assumed you locked the door. You did, didn't you?" he questioned.
She nodded. "That close call when Jason was little was enough to make that a habit."
Elizabeth fell silent, watching the screen. "Well, damn. That looks good." Her breathy sigh grabbed Henry's attention.
"I thought you only moaned like that when I'm inside you," Henry joked.
"Ha. Well, you are good. Really good. But seriously, look."
Elizabeth suddenly shifted to her side, causing Henry's head to fall from her shoulder to the bed.
"Thanks, babe," sarcasm evident in his voice. But he was intrigued enough to prop his head on his hand so he could see over Elizabeth's shoulder.
"Huh. That does look good. Are those scones?" He saw Elizabeth nod in response.
She stretched an arm back over his body, still focused on the TV, groping behind him. Henry got the hint, and reached for the blanket he'd tossed earlier in his haste. He covered their cooling bodies, and slid his arm around Elizabeth's waist, pulling her back against his chest. Henry tangled his legs with hers; she clasped his hand, intertwining their fingers.
"This could become a habit, you know. Watching the Great British Baking Show together," he murmured in her ear.
"Mmm… I like how you think," Elizabeth replied, her eyes still on the television.
"You know I don't actually mean watching this, right?" Henry clarified. He was well aware of Elizabeth's love of food, baked goods in particular.
He squeezed their hands to get her attention. She leaned back so she could look into his eyes.
"Yes, I know you don't mean actually watching this." She smirked, and smacked him on the chest, leaving her hand flat to toil through the hair with her fingers. "As much as I love to eat, there are still some things I love more."
Elizabeth tugged, gently, then ran a thumb over his nipple. "You, naked, is high on that list. Orgasms with you? Even higher."
Henry sighed in mock relief. "My ego is still intact, then."
He took her lips in a long kiss, soft, warm, and loving. When he pulled back, she asked, "So how long do you think the kids will buy this excuse?"
"The way they ignored us today? Awhile," Henry decided.
"Think we have a little more time, now?" Elizabeth wondered. "I want to see how these scones turn out."
Now Henry smirked. "Of course you do." He knew his wife too well. "I'd say, we have the rest of the hour."
Then she rolled over and snuggled into him, his chest flush to her back, her foot rubbing his calf, their interlocked hands tucked against her heart. With her head laying on her bent elbow, his chin on her shoulder, they settled in to watch, together.
