This is just smut, there is no redeeming plot here. Sorry?
Episode insert for 3x05
A few people asked for more bondage, I got unexpectedly inspired, so here you go. Oh there's also light spanking, so consider yourself warned.
I might add to this little collection at a later date but consider it complete for now.
I debated greatly posting this, it's been mostly written for a little bit, but there have been some...not so nice responses to non vanilla stories. I know that there will be people who will enjoy this though so I decided to post it.
Crossposted to Ao3
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When Henry comes back to the kitchen after showing Captain Baker out, Elizabeth is still leaning against the island staring into space.
"Babe?" he asks.
She shakes her head as if trying to clear it and meets his eyes. She gives him a half smile. "Sorry, I just can't stop thinking about what else could happen, with Allison and Jason this morning and now this…"
He moves behind her and starts rubbing her shoulders. "I know. I feel the same way. You know it's killing me not being able to do anything."
He can't get much depth through the thick terrycloth so when her head lolls forward he shifts to massaging her neck.
"Mmmmm, just like that," she responds to his ministrations. She sighs after a minute though and turns to face him. "And now we have to hope that this hacker or this stalker, who apparently likely isn't even the same person, does some other horrible thing. What kind of life is that? Sitting around hoping somebody is plotting to to hurt us?"
He wraps his arms around her. "Not a very good one." He leans forward and kisses her forehead. "Let's go upstairs and try and forget it."
"Isn't that what earlier was about?" She smiles at him cheekily.
It's true, their earlier sex had started because he had jumped on top of her and told her he needed a distraction. He said that since the kids were out of the house until late he wanted to make her scream. He had achieved his goal. They had followed with what was supposed to be a relaxing bath but ended with him using his fingers on her until she had screamed, again.
He smiles back at her and undoes the tie on her robe. "The kids should still be gone for," he glances at the clock, "another hour or two."
"Hmmm, however shall we fill our time?" She leans into his touch as he wraps his hands around her bare waist and tugs her forward.
"Parcheesi? Monopoly? Poker"? he proposes.
She pushes her hips forward, grinding against his growing bulge as he kisses her neck. "I could be amenable to strip poker but I think I'd be at a disadvantage, seeing as I'm," she shoves him back and rolls her shoulders so her robe drops to the floor, "not wearing anything." He stares at her, slack jawed, for a moment. Her beauty still overwhelms him sometimes, even after nearly three decades together. She leans down to pick up her robe, throwing it over her shoulder as she starts to saunter away. As she passes by him she whispers into his ear, "I think I'd rather you fuck me though." He freezes at that, so she's halfway up the stairs before he thinks to follow.
He catches up to her in the upstairs hallway. He hooks his hand around her and pushes her into the wall by their door. The robe she had been holding falls and she moans when he pushes his hips into her ass and kisses the back of her neck. He nips lightly at her skin which leads her to moan louder. His hands reach up to her breasts and squeeze before shifting to pinch her nipples.
"Henry," she groans. "The kids could come home at any time, can we move this to our bedroom, which is 3 feet away?"
He pulls back. "Fine, but you're a tease." He steps away, but he slaps her ass before he enters their room. She lets out a noise that he's pretty sure is arousal which makes him wonder what kind of mood she's in exactly.
She follows him, closing the door and dropping the robe on the floor. She stares at him with an unreadable expression on her face. She sighs, "I thought I wanted this, but my brain just isn't here, I'm sorry, I keep running horrible scenarios through my brain." She walks into the closet. "I think I'm just going to have to try and numb my brain with some policy briefs."
He trails behind her and watches as she rustles through her clothes, she pulls a t-shirt over her head, but he grabs her wrist before she can put on pants spinning her to face him. "What do you need Elizabeth?"
She huffs out a breath and tries to yank her hand away but he holds fast. "I told you, to turn my brain off."
"Sex can't do that?"
"Usually sure, but I don't think I'm in the right head space." She lets out a sound of frustration and cards the fingers of her free hand through her hair. She yanks at her captured hand again. "Can you let me go please? I feel ridiculous standing here bottomless."
"No," he responds simply.
"Henry." It's said in warning and he thinks anger might be starting to replace her other emotions and he's fine with that. "I'm not in the mood for this."
He tilts his head. "What are you in the mood for?"
She narrows her eyes at him. "I'm starting to get in the mood to tell you to fuck off."
He lets out a laugh. "That's not the type of fucking you were talking about ten minutes ago."
"Yeah well I was trying to fake it until I made it. It's not going to work, I don't have the brain space available for sex."
"Sex requires brain space?" Her eyes are quickly turning murderous, so he hurries on. "If you truly want me to leave you alone I will of course, but I don't think that's what you actually want, what you need." He tugs her forward so there are only millimeters separating them. He lets go of her wrist and moves his hands down, squeezing her ass.
She doesn't immediately push him away which he considers a win. "What is it you think I need?"
He continues massaging her cheeks as he responds. "I think you need to turn that brilliant brain of yours off." He can almost hear her roll her eyes at him as he repeats her words back at her. "More importantly I'm pretty sure I know how to do that and policy briefs are not the solution."
She moves her head so she is looking into his eyes and raises an eyebrow in challenge. Instead of verbally replying, he lifts one of his hands up and brings it back down with a resounding slap. She closes her eyes at that and swallows hard. When she opens them again there is a fire starting to spark. "You're awfully presumptuous."
"Am I?" He asks and repeats his actions on the other side. And the sound she lets out this time is definitely one of arousal, she still glares at him though.
"This is your grand solution to everything?"
He shrugs, "Not a solution to everything no, but I do think it can help with this specific problem. I think you need to let go and sex like we had earlier isn't going to do the trick."
"What type of sex is going to do the trick?"
He knows she is being purposefully obtuse, she likes it when he lays it out for her and he doesn't mind indulging her. "I think you know, but let me show you." He moves and picks up a box from the floor of the closet. "Sex that involves the items in this box."
Her breath quickens but her face remains impassive. "Which items?"
She's pushing her luck, so he simply walks back into the main part of the room, he sets the box down on the end of the mattress and flips the top off. He removes a silk scarf and turns to face her. She is standing in the doorway of the closet. He runs the scarf between his hands. "Are you interested?"
She looks genuinely uncertain so he stops and makes certain she can hear the sincerity in his voice when he says "Babe if you don't want this or you're not up for it that's okay."
In answer she strides over to him and takes his face in her hands so she can kiss him. Her tongue strokes his and he gets lost in the bliss of it for awhile. He could kiss her forever.
Eventually he stops and she steps back, eyeing him almost shyly, "I'm up for it."
He smiles and rakes his eyes over her mostly naked body. He decides to give her a dose of her own medicine. "What exactly are you up for?"
"Whatever you have in mind."
"Whatever I have in mind?" He draws out the whatever purposefully, trying to provoke her.
"I trust you," she says simply. He softens, this woman can melt his heart with a simple statement.
"I love you," he says before hardening his voice, "In that case you should take off that shirt and lay down on the bed."
She follows his instructions and is splayed out next to him and is eyeing him questioningly within thirty seconds. He quickly strips off his own clothes before turning so that he is kneeling next to her.
"Hands above your head," is all he says. When she obeys he can't help but moan at the sight before him. Her skin is flushed with arousal, her breasts with peaked nipples rising up and down with her increasingly heavy breathing, her eyes locked on his. She is irresistible. He climbs on top of her and leans down to kiss her again. The feeling of her lips against his will never get old.
When the kiss starts to get sloppy and they are both breathing hard, he sits back up. He starts playing with the scarf in his hands again and gives her a contemplative look. He takes the scarf and trails it over her chest, before shifting himself back so he can continue his path, letting it drift over her stomach and tickle her inner thighs. He leaves it resting against the curls between her legs. She cants her hips up and groans, "This isn't what I thought you had in mind with that."
He chuckles, "Oh really?" He palms her sex through the silk. "What kinky things did you have in mind?"
"Henry." She draws his name out when he pushes his hand forward, he can feel a bit of wetness soaking through the fabric. He's barely even touched her, she really must be ripe for this.
"Elizabeth." He replies mockingly and presses a single finger against her opening, a shallow thrust through the silk. "Did you want something?" He has an urge to get her say it, to admit that she wants him to take charge, he loves when she uses her words.
"You know what I want," she pants out. "Or at least you said you did."
She has him there, but he's not giving up so easily so he just stares at her placidly while he gently traces his fingers over her silk covered sex. It's never a sure thing when he's in a battle of wills with his wife, but he's willing to wait.
She locks eyes with him and just breathes heavily for a good thirty seconds. "Fine, goddammit, will you just do something? Touch me, take me, tie my hands, please just something, make me stop thinking."
They both groan at her outburst. She moves her hands to cover his and pushes down trying to get some pressure where she needs it most, but he quickly gathers them back up and pushes them back over her head. He takes the scarf and tightly wraps it around her wrists, tying it securely.
"Good?" he whispers. She nods her head, so he continues, "These stay up here unless you want me to stop."
He can't resist kissing her again. While he lets himself get lost in her mouth, he trails his fingers over her thighs, lightly scratching them. She moans into his mouth when he grazes her wetness. He tears himself away from her lips and kisses his way down her neck and to her breasts. He sucks a nipple into his mouth before nipping it. She yelps at the bite before moaning when he soothes it with his tongue. He repeats the process on the other side, but this time bites a little harder which has her yelling out "Be nice."
He glances up at her, "Is that what you actually want?" She doesn't respond so he goes back to spinning his tongue around her peak. He brings the nipple between his teeth and he can feel her tense before melting when all he does is suck and lash it with his tongue.
His mouth moves to kiss her sternum before moving to her stomach, laying butterfly light kisses on her abs and across her c-section scar. He pauses in front of her sex, hovering close enough that he can smell her arousal. He's torn between using his mouth and fingers on her or fishing a vibrator out of the box and using that. He's also pretty committed to exploring her reaction to his earlier spanks. It's something she's occasionally into and if her earlier moans are any indications, this is one of those times.
She thrusts her hips forward causing his chin to brush her wetness. Clearly she's not patient enough to let him contemplate his options. He thinks that maybe he'll give her a choice if she's so eager. He pulls back just enough to be able to see her face.
"So, would you rather me use my mouth and my fingers to make you fall apart or should I maybe use one of our toys?" She lets out a sound of pleasure and her pelvis is again undulating toward him. He grips her left thigh holding her down. "Or maybe," he tightens his grip so his nails are digging slightly into her skin while he leans forward and bites a patch of a skin on her opposite thigh, "I should turn you over and just take you while I spank you?"
Her eyes are closed, her head tilted, back, and she is panting out her breaths. When she doesn't respond after a moment, he prods her with another nip and queries "Elizabeth?"
She opens her eyes and meets his, her pupils are blown wide and a bit glazed. "All of it," she manages to get out.
"All of it?" He confirms. "I guess I'll see what I can do." With no further preamble he plunges two fingers into her heat. She screams. He doesn't build her up, their largely verbal foreplay has been enough to have her soaking. He thrusts in and out, curling his fingers to try and catch her g-spot. She is pleading by the fourth thrust, by the tenth she is screaming nonsense. Her internal muscles are clutching at his fingers and she is desperately moving her hips trying to get more stimulation. When he stops suddenly she lets out a sob. He's not done with her yet and he really needs to taste her.
He uses the fingers on his other hand to spread her outer lips so he can bring his tongue down to her clit. He draws smaller and smaller circles on it before reversing his path, he continues this pattern until she is writhing beneath him. He sucks the bud briefly into his mouth and then moves down to lap at the wetness spilling out of her.
He can tell that she is right on the edge, her walls are clenching around his still fingers. There is little he loves more than watching his wife fall apart, so he starts up a relentless pattern of thrusts and moves his mouth back to the top of her sex and lashes her clit with his tongue. She is falling apart in less than a minute, screaming his name and an expletive or two.
He doesn't give her anytime to come down, he immediately moves up and guides her to flip over so she is on her hands and knees, or more accurately her elbows and knees as her wrists are still lashed together. He thrusts two fingers immediately back inside her still pulsating sex. She pushes back against his hand, seeking more. One thing he's always appreciated about this woman is her stamina and thus her capacity for pleasure. When they were younger they really did go all night, now they have less time and energy for that, but he's still usually able to wring three or four orgasms out of her when he's able to dedicate himself to the task (in other words when he's able to get more than an hour or two of uninterrupted awake time with her).
She keens loudly when he pulls his fingers out of her, but the sound quickly shifts to a scream when he uses that same hand to spank her right butt cheek. The blow leaves a red mark on her skin. He knows as a progressive enlightened man he really shouldn't be aroused by seeing the results of his actions on her skin. Then again, his wife, who he would also consider progressive and enlightened, not to mention pretty powerful in her own right, is currently shifting her hips back while moaning out "Please. More." He indulges her and places a matching red mark on the other side.
He puts his hands on her ass and rubs the reddened skin. "You're absolutely gorgeous, do you know that?" She doesn't respond verbally, just pushes herself into his hands. He lightly smacks her again.
"Please," she whispers.
"Please what?"
"Fuck me, please just fuck me, I want you inside." she says in a louder voice while pushing against his hands. He's absolutely sure that if her hands were free she would have them between her own legs, rubbing herself off. She can be unbelievably impatient when it comes to pleasure. He's also sure that hearing her curse during sex is an absolute turn on.
Her expletive reminds him of his own bubbling need. He moves hand to his erection and strokes it a few times, letting out a groan. She cranes her head to look back at him and almost whines. "No. Me."
He knows what she means, but teasing her is too much fun. He continues pumping his hardness while she watches. "You want to touch me?"
The vocalization she lets out isn't really words, but her meaning is clear.
It's time for him to bring this to the finale. "Okay," is all he says and he moves his hands. He gently guides her head back so she is looking forward again. He shuffles around in the previously abandoned box for a second before throwing his find on the bed beside them.
He moves himself behind her, using his hand to line himself up with her opening. He hovers there for a moment and she lets out a moan and tries to push back but his other hand on her hip stops her. When he's sure she's ready to burst, he pushes in. She screams. He wants to hold himself in that position for a minute, savor the feel of her walls massaging him, but she feels too good and this has been going on for so long. He sets up a fast pattern of thrusts, slamming in at the bottom of every stroke while simultaneously smacking her ass. Not hard enough to leave any other marks, but just enough for a sharp sting.
She is moaning and panting and he knows she is close, so is he. He moves the hand that was spanking her and fumbles around in the mess of covers, managing to grab the vibrator he had stashed there. He's thankful he can turn it on with one hand. He doesn't have a great visual, but he knows her body and what she likes, so he turns it on high and shifts so that he can reach underneath them and holds it just above where he is pistoning in and out. She lets out a wail and he really hopes the house is still empty. It's hard to maintain, especially since he can feel the vibrations against his sex as well, but ten seconds later and she is coming, moaning out his name and slamming herself back against him, her muscles contracting around him. He drops the toy and holds her hips still as he comes too, also moaning out her name.
Henry has just enough presence of mind to roll himself off of her and flop onto the mattress next to her. He takes a couple of deep breaths, but the buzzing of the vibrator distracts him. When he looks over she is still in the same position. He quickly silences the noise, throwing the toy down the bed somewhere before clumsily reaching to untie the scarf. He rubs her arm and she falls face first into the bed with a grunt.
He knows they need to clean up and put things away, but being still feels exceptionally nice. After a few minutes, he watches as Elizabeth stumbles out of bed and into the bathroom. He hears the water run briefly and figures if she can get herself together, he can straighten things out as well. He quickly puts the scarf and the vibrator back in the box and shoves the box underneath the bed, he'll deal with it in the morning. He makes a half-hearted attempt at fixing the blankets, but gives up and gets back under them. A moment later his wife emerges from the bathroom, still gloriously naked and stumbles back into the bed mumbling something about needing to change the sheets. He ignores that and spoons himself behind her, pulling her close. She is asleep in two minutes flat.
He's not offended when she is restless at 3 am and out of bed and moving by 4, at least he was able to give her a solid four hours of sleep. They're both so tied up in anxiety and guilt, sex might not have solved anything, but it did give them a brief respite.