Drunk Elizabeth. What else do you need?

What happens at the end of No Rules Saturdays? Smut. No plot. Just gratuitous sex.

This is my first fanfic! English is not my mother tongue so I apologize in advance for the mistakes. Please read and review. Warning: It contains smut! Disclaimer : I don't own anything, apart from the laptop I used to write this

Picking up the pieces of a life in ruins, all in the name of the greater good. - A much darker take on S1 E16 Tamerlane.

But none of them knew how to be patient for so long.

My take on Henry's proposal to Elizabeth. Enjoy!

Elizabeth used to think that maybe she was simply bad at family. It took years to convince herself otherwise, but the thought of family was never as comforting as they should be - like the four Thanksgivings that she doesn't like to remember.

Elizabeth and Henry have a secret, unspoken game between them.

Clear my sky, build me some sandcastles, protect me from the unknown.

"A strong woman looks a challenge in the eye and gives it a wink." Plot-less fluff

The night before Elizabeth leaves for Iran. Henry needs a little more than verbal reassurance. (Contains smut)

My opening one-shot for the beautiful MSec fandom, and how can it be anything than fluff?

How one afternoon shaped Elizabeth McCord's decision about taking the Station Chief's job in Baghdad. Set after the flashback kitchen scene in the Season 1 Finale.

Post-ep for 2x18, On the Clock. Henry takes care of more than just the washing machine, but some problems aren't quite as easy to fix.

"Jealousy is the green-eyed monster." - Shakespeare

When the one remaining sacred thing between them is taken. Angst & some smut.

"While I don't have a list of approved women..." "Oh, my God. You have rejects?" "I do. Renee Brown, Maria DeLuca, Denise Chang, Vera Petrovic, Erin Blackshaw, Odette Norwood." Who are these six women that Elizabeth remembered well enough to include in her list of rejected Mrs. McCord candidates? Complete

Elizabeth McCord has proven time and time again that she can handle whatever is thrown at her in her position as Secretary of State. But what about her personal life, how will she deal with the curveball she never saw coming?

Some news is so unimportant, so routine, that it hardly changes anything. Then there's the big news. The news that's life changing. The news that makes you wonder how the hell it happened.

"...if it had only been the argument and the French ambassador she would have been fine, just a regular bad day, but the email on top of it all was just too much."

Tell me you love me.

There's a war raging inside of me, looking for a release. Smut.

A very pregnant Elizabeth has a few unfulfilled desires. Henry is going to help with that. This contains smut. Sorry if this is all over the place, the idea came to me and I just had to write it. I'll try to update soon.

"Driving away from the wreck of the day, and the light's always red in the rear-view. Desperately close to a coffin of hope, I'd cheat destiny just to be near you"- Anna Nalick

I started writing this after 2x22, so it's a little shot to hell with 2x23, but I'm publishing anyway. This is in response to Conrad possibly firing Elizabeth, which we all know now isn't a hing, but anyway. It's got a sassy Elizabeth and a little Elizabeth/Henry fluff, which I am all about!