Prompt: Henry and Elizabeth have a tickle fight (I got this twice in two different forms so this is for both of those anons)

Henry was lying on his stomach, watching Elizabeth as she bit her lip in concentration, looking down at the file that was open on the bed before her. He could have just watched her for hours on end, and would never have gotten bored with observing every little movement that she made. He was endlessly captivated by her, even after three decades. She never failed to surprise and enchant him, and even as he lie there watching her, he was thanking his lucky stars that he had Elizabeth by his side.

However, he was also thinking that it had gotten just a little too quiet in their bedroom. He reached out, and seconds later, Elizabeth squealed as she pulled away from his surprise attack on her side.

"Henry," she said, the accusation in her tone undercut by the fact that she was laughing as she spoke.

"What?" Henry asked innocently.

"I'm trying to read this," she replied.

"Is it important?" Henry asked her, his hazel eyes sparkling.

"Yes," she laughed. "It's very important."

"Uh huh," Henry intoned. "Very convincing," he remarked, reaching out to tickle her again. In spite of it being the second time, she was still not prepared.

"Stop it," she laughed as she swatted his hand away.

"And if I don't?" Henry asked, tilting his head with challenge written all over his face. She looked over at him, debating what to do. Ultimately, she shook her head; Elizabeth McCord never backed down from a challenge.

"Then I'll have to tickle you back," she replied, pointedly returning her gaze to the file before her. Henry grinned and reached out a third time, fingers caressing the skin on her hip where her shirt had ridden up, just long enough to lull her into a false sense of security before they were tickling her again. She laughed, and lunged for him, not even caring that her file had slid to the floor, scattering papers everywhere.

"That's it," she said, and Henry laughed as he dodged her.

"I know your ticklish spots, McCord," Elizabeth threatened.

"Well, you have to get to them first, McCord," Henry taunted back at her. Seconds later, Elizabeth's fingers had found the ticklish spot on Henry's thigh and he fell back against the bed in fits of laughter.

"You were saying?" Elizabeth laughed.

"I was saying," Henry gasped, balancing himself so that he could use his own weight to flip them both around, "that I'm gonna win," he finished, and Elizabeth found herself breathless as he tickled her mercilessly while she squirmed beneath him.

"Henry," she groaned through her laughter. "Oh god, Henry, stop it," she begged.

"I will," he said, "when you admit defeat."

"Oh, not gonna happen," Elizabeth replied immediately, and Henry laughed. She managed to roll away from him and then back, the momentum catching him off guard and resulting in them tangled up on the bed, neither of them quite able to reach the spots they were going for. Ultimately, all they did was get themselves more tangled up to the point that neither of them could do much. Elizabeth giggled, falling back against his chest and turning her head to look up at him.

"Truce?" she suggested.

"For now," Henry agreed, and she laughed. Henry started to pull away, but Elizabeth caught him but his arms, still wrapped around her, and held him there in their unconventional embrace.

"What?" he asked, and Elizabeth snuggled back against him, looking up at him again.

"Remember the first time we did this?" she asked. Henry thought about it for a second, and then she watched his face light up with the memory of their first tickle fight, all the way back when they'd been college students, new to life and love and everything else, but so crazy about each other that it hurt.

Well, she thought, at least one part of that hadn't changed.

"Yes," Henry replied. "I also remember how that one ended."

Elizabeth remembered, too; she remembered fevered kisses and heated touches that had become soft moans and gentle biting and then evolved to something that she was pretty sure she could never forget.

"This one could end that way too, you know," she said softly, breath brushing against his skin and sending a shiver down his spine. Henry was suddenly much more aware of his body and its immense proximity to hers.

"I like the way you're thinking," he mumbled against her neck, pressing gentle, slightly open-mouthed kisses against the tender flesh there while his hands began to wander beneath the soft fabric of her tee shirt to roam over smooth skin.

"Tickle fights are the best," Elizabeth murmured in reply, and just like that, with him hovering over her, she might as well have been twenty again.