This was quite simply the definition of torture. Elizabeth shifted in her seat, the bench hard underneath her as she cast yet another glance at the clock displayed over the game. Approximately thirty whole seconds had passed since she'd last looked at it. Henry had invited her to watch him play in an ROTC forces basketball tournament and the sight of him in a training vest, running up and down the court with sweat clinging to his biceps was a little more than she could take at the moment. His hair was plastered to his forehead, his face aglow with activity and his brow furrowed in concentration as he dribbled the ball and threw a fast pass across the court. She wondered if his face looked like that when he concentrated hard on other activities too…

Christ, she wanted him and it had been too long since they'd had any time to themselves lately, with midterms for them both and extra ROTC training getting in the way. This basketball tournament wasn't important on the face of it, but amongst the guys it was a huge deal. It just so happened the timing of it, for them, had been really poor. She'd seen him maybe three times over two weeks, with extra gym sessions and drills taking him away from her and a lot of studying for them both.

They'd managed to grab pizza together a couple of nights ago and it had been so good to catch up with him, their conversation flowing and animated, with laughter, smiles but never without kisses snatched between bites. It was like they'd never been away from each other, but Elizabeth knew there was a longing from both of them for something more. Now all that stood between her and an entire weekend spent with Henry (and with any luck, filled with Henry in more ways than one) was just over three quarters of a game of rippling biceps, strong legs and sweaty troops throwing a ball into a hoop. And thank God it was a tournament with reduced game time to make up for all the matches they had to play.

She had brought Becky along with her who sat next to her looking like a kid in a candy store who'd won the Lotto. Any minute now Elizabeth thought she'd have to wipe the drool away from her mouth. Elizabeth was glad to see her enjoying herself; at least one of them was having a good time. Elizabeth was just having a frustrated time and really needed to see Henry.

'That guy. Wow. He's hot.'

'Which one? I mean there's so many of them here. Do you mean number 32?'

'Yeah. I mean if we're talking numbers I'd let him give me a 69…'

'Becky!'

She swatted her playfully on the arm unable to stop herself from laughing at her friend. Maybe Becky was feeling as worked up as she was, though she wasn't sure that was possible. Her and Henry now couldn't seem to get enough of each other when they were together; he touched her and stayed connected to her as much as he could and she'd noticed it more since they'd declared their feelings for one another. She knew they were ready to take their relationship to the next level and it wasn't just about satisfying their desires, but about deepening their bond. Elizabeth had been feeling for a few days now that she could only see their relationship with one another getting stronger, and she couldn't wait to see it grow.

She intended to be with Henry in the long term, and every day was reminding herself to be grateful for the present and to try and not be scared of losing what you had. The longer Henry was around, the less fearful she was. She had learned to trust him, but also to trust herself and her feelings, and to open up a little to the man who'd allowed her to find in herself this ability to love and to be loved.

She felt Becky's nudge in her side to get her attention and she watched Henry dribble the ball on the offence, side step the defence and throw a long pass across the court. It was a good move, and though he wasn't naturally gifted for basketball but he could certainly play. He was athletic, quick and with good stamina. That last quality, she felt, would be particularly relevant to her once she finally managed to get her hands all over him.

The whistle finally blew and the claxon sounded signifying the end of the first quarter. The crowd started cheering as the teams regrouped with their coaches, but not before she stood up, craning over heads to see if she could catch Henry's attention. His team-mates were urging him back to the bench for a time-out, clapping him on the back and nudging him with their elbows but he wouldn't go until he'd spotted her in the crowd, eventually locking his eyes onto hers and beaming her a huge smile. She smiled back just as widely, Becky's hand squeezing her leg in excitement.

'He loves you so much its damn adorable Lizzie. This whole stadium is full and he literally only has eyes for you.'


The marine corps division were five points up against the navy with 45 seconds remaining. Elizabeth mouthed to Becky that she was heading off and was met with a roll of her friends' eyes and a smile that said she'd see her later. Elizabeth hoped their lead at least held as she quickly made her way to the end of her row and down the steps of the stand, continuing to keep an eye on the game as she did so. She was next to the exit and yelling the countdown of the last few seconds with the crowd as the claxon finally signalled the end of the game.

She walked quickly away from the court, down the coridoor looking for somewhere she could spot Henry without being spotted herself. Rounding the corner, she snuck into an alcove near the male shower rooms. He'd have to come past here and she just hoped he'd get out alone so she could grab him. Literally. She sighed, her back resting against the solid oak door of the supply closet. Henry had said he'd try to see her between games and she knew he'd be rushing out to keep his promise to her, but he probably wouldn't have much time. Now that the marines had won against the navy, he had another game about a half hour after this one. He'd be exhausted, but she was hoping she could provide him with enough incentive to stay awake later.

She heard the unmistakable squeak of sneakers on polished linoleum flooring coming towards her and took a deep, steadying, breath as she peered out from behind the corner of the wall.

She felt her heart flutter in her chest as she saw him, and Henry's face lit up as he saw her, towel around his shoulders, glistening with sweat and still breathing a little hard with all the exertion. His muscles rippled as he dried himself off a little more before reaching her.

'Babe! It's so good to see you. I'm sorry I-'

He trailed off as her arms looped around his neck, her lips on his as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. He moaned against her appreciatively, opening his mouth to her as one hand tangled in his hair and the other fumbled with the door handle behind her. It creaked open and she stepped backwards into the closet, pulling him in with her.

'I'm way too sweaty, you don't want to...'

His eyes blew wide open as he watched her close the door with a click and drag a broom underneath the handle, before turning back to him and running her hands over his chest. He was warm and solid underneath her, his heart racing as her fingers traced over his skin. She ran her fingers through his hair and traced the silhouette of his face with her index finger, her smile beaming at him as she touched him intimately.

'Babe you were so great out there.'

'Really? You're just saying that because you're my girlfriend. My cheerleader.'

'I better be your only cheerleader.'

'Don't worry babe. There's no-one else's pom-poms I'd rather touch.'

'Oh really?'

She ran her tongue over his lower lip before pulling it into her mouth and guiding him closer for another kiss. Her hips were grinding into his as she pushed his back against the door, needing to feel as much of his body against her as she possibly could. His hand couldn't help but grab her ass, squeezing her cheeks firmly as he held her exactly where he wanted her, hearing her whimper and feeling her nipples harden against his chest.

He left one hand roughly massaging her ass as she rocked her pelvis against him and snaked the other between their bodies, managing to palm her breast and stroke his thumb over her nipple.

She pulled away from him reluctantly, her voice breathy. 'Are those my pom-poms your touching Henry?'

'Damn right they're my pom-poms.'

He murmured a growl as his lips found hers again, their kisses hotter and more searing each time they found their way back to one another. She thrust against him and startled him as his head hit the door with a bang, things escalating further and further between them.

'Elizabeth. We should really cool this down I can't go back out there looking like this!'

He threw his hands up in despair, looking down at the obvious bulge in his shorts, but she simply flashed him an amused smile. He covered his face with his hands, shaking his head as he tried to think of something, anything to calm himself down. It wasn't exactly easy when he was trapped in a gym supply closet with a beautiful woman opposite him. A beautiful woman whom he loved and who was his. He tried to recite the Fibonacci sequence, prime numbers, Presidents' names, anything just to distract himself as he felt her fingers on top of his, prising them away gently as she looked at him.

Her eyes were wide, her pupils dark and predatory as he felt her warm breath on his cheek. 'Then don't,' she whispered.

She pulled the cotton tie with her slender fingers as she undid the bow at the top of his shorts. Her eyes met his as she carefully manoeuvred the elastic waistband over his erection and took his shaft in her cool palm, her touch firm against his hardness. She pumped him slowly, once, then twice.

'Christ Elizabeth I-'

She dropped to her knees in front of him and he watched, entranced as she took him halfway into her mouth, the blonde waves of her hair brushing against his thighs as she moved her lips over him.

'You don't have to...'

She was as unconvinced as he was by that statement but admired the fact that he could still be a gentleman and at least offer her a way out. She moistened her lips and sucked hard on him as she moved her head back and forth, pursing her lips together and making a tight seal with her cheeks and tongue. Normally she'd have made him wait for that, but she knew they were short on time. His moans were echoing off the walls as his hands went to tangle in her hair. He tugged on it gently and she felt a wetness pooling between her thighs. Doing this to a guy was normally a task for her, something she did because she felt she should, not because she wanted to. But with Henry she found herself wanting to give him the release he so desperately craved. It was turning her on to please him and she couldn't help but love being the one in control with him at her mercy. She flicked her eyes upwards to watch his face contort in pleasure.

Her hand circled around his base as she took more of him inside her mouth, fingers and lips working in a rhythm in time with one other. He was panting now, mumbling profanities and though she'd never heard Henry say the word fuck before, she was glad he'd waited until she had his cock in her mouth to say it, it really was incredibly hot.

She felt his eyes on her, knowing he was watching what she was doing to him. Every now and then she'd pay attention to his sensitive head, the softness of her lips easing over the hardened ridge of him as her fingers cupped his balls and scratched lightly over his sensitive skin. She rocked her lips back and forth over him, before taking him further into her mouth again. She knew she wasn't bad at this, but from the sounds he was making, he thought she was extremely gifted at what she was doing.

'Elizabeth…'

It was his first warning and she had suspected he was close from movement of his hips. He was struggling not to thrust more inside of her and so she simply increased the grip and speed of her hand over him, her mouth over the tip of him, her tongue swirling over him.

'Babe you really need to stop or…'

He really didn't like the idea of this for Elizabeth and had always seen it as an unpleasant thing for a woman to do, but she knew her own mind and knew what she was comfortable with, so Henry had to trust her. He relaxed for a second to allow himself to feel the intense pleasure of what she was doing and that was it, it was his undoing as he came inside her mouth, her with him the whole way.

She stood on shaky legs with a shy smile and he held out his hands to her, lacing their fingers together. He kissed her gently, tasting himself on her and murmuring how beautiful she was between kisses.

'Wow.'

'Yeah. I'm sorry for ambushing you like that.'

'Never, ever be sorry for doing that to me babe. It was nothing short of… Of spectacular.'

He kissed her again, twirling her hair around his hand and holding him against her. He really didn't want to have to let her go but he had to get back to the game. They'd be suspicious enough already of him being absent for so long and from the look on his face they'd probably figure out he'd managed to sneak off to find his girlfriend in the break.

'I love you, Elizabeth. Come home to me later?'

'Wouldn't miss it babe.'

He dislodged the broom from the door handle and carefully opened the door, with a cursory glance outside before rushing to the locker room and heading back out to the court. She waited a few second before doing the same, managing to escape and headed in the other direction. She snuck out of a door leading outside, cut across a refuse area and then back into a door just outside the gym, managing to catch Henry before he went back out for his game. He was surrounded by his team mates, who all cheered when they saw her. She tried desperately to keep the blush from her cheeks but couldn't help but smile, her face growing hot.

'Hey McCord! There's your girl!'

He ignored his friend, his eyes trained on Elizabeth and only her. 'There's my girl.'


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