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Elizabeth stood in the kitchen, weight shifting from foot to foot as she drank her coffee. She couldn't face going to bed last night and having to apologise to Henry, again. She knew he didn't mind, not really, and she appreciated that he understood her job. She was so lucky to have Henry.

She looked up as she heard movement at the top of the stairs; her heart began to best faster in her chest and the heat rose up her face, a blush spreading across it slowly as he appeared slowly in the kitchen.

"You know" he drawled as he walked towards her slowly, leaning past her to reach for the pot of coffee, his hips pressed ever so slightly against hers, "it's rude to fall asleep when a man has their tongue between your legs trying to make you cum" the last part he whispered in her ear, smirking at the shiver she let out.

Elizabeth groaned quietly and leaned to kiss him softly, "Im sorry" she whispered, cupping both his cheeks in her hands. "I'm so sorry, I was just so... tired."

Henry nodded, kissing her back. "I understand, babe" he smiled "don't worry, I was only kidding." He sat down with his coffee and opened the paper, glancing over the headlines slowly.

"No it's no ok, Henry" she shook her head "that's the third time that it's happened." She sighed, before taking the last swig of her coffee, "I'll see you tonight, hopefully." She leaned over the table and kissed him again, "I promise I'll make it up to you babe."

Henry nodded, looking at the clock. It was barely seven in the morning and she was gone, barely home for six hours. He watched as she put her coat on and hurried out the door, briefcase in one hand and her shoes in the other.

Twelve hour days weren't new to Elizabeth, if the CIA taught her something it was how to cope with minimal amounts of sleep. Another day of trying to stop two nations going to war over insignificant islands, pacifying disgruntled ambassadors and running back and forth to the White House on Russel Jackson's demands. She looked up as Blake came in, his usual polite knock proceeding his entrance.

"Greece have acquiesced on the terms of the agreement ma'am, that was the last thing on the agenda for the day" he nodded, straightening his already straight tie.

"Hallelujah" Elizabeth sighed with relief and stood up, allowing Blake to help her into her coat. It wasn't even eight yet, if she could get home without any traffic she could spend at least a few hours with her husband. "Bye Blake" she called, almost as an afterthought, dashing out to the SUV.

Henry looked up as he heard a key in the lock, he wasn't expecting any of the kids home. They preferred to spend their Fridays with their friends, rather than their old dad. He was pleasantly surprised as his wife walked thought the door, dropping her briefcase unceremoniously by the sofa.

"Hi baby" she smiled, dropping her jacket over the chair and stooping down to kiss him. "Kids out" she enquired, going through to the kitchen and opening a beer.

"All with their friends" he nodded, watching her, closing his book and setting it down on the coffee table.

Elizabeth nodded and looked over at him, drinking her beer slowly. "So, I thought maybe I could make up for last night?" She whispered, leaning against the doorframe.

Henry nodded slowly, looking up at her. "Uh... yeah, ok." He sat back, waiting for her to make the next move.

She walked towards him slowly, unbuttoning her shirt slowly. She let it fall from her shoulders as she straddled him, cupping his cheek. "I promise I'll stay awake" she whispered, pressing her lips to his slowly.

His hands grasped her hips as the kissed, groaning as she unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them off slowly. He gasped as he felt her mouth around him, his hands tugging at her hair slightly. The feeling was overwhelming, her hot mouth and soft hands touching him. He pulled her up before she took him too far and pushed her skirt down her legs.

"I love you" she whispered as they moved together, her hands gripping her biceps. She moaned quietly at the feeling; his hands, his lips, he was everywhere.

His eyes closed, moving slowly to match her speed. His hand moved slowly across her swollen flesh, he knew she was close. The feeling of her tightening around him was too much; he bit down on her shoulder as they climaxed, her almost immediately after him.

Elizabeth grinned, still trying to catch her breath. "I should find a reason to say sorry more often."