Elizabeth had an early class this morning. She'd groaned when Henry had turned and leaned over her to hit the alarm clock button. Christmas break was over and after two weeks of barely anything else but lovemaking and taking up much needed calories, it was proving difficult for Elizabeth to reinstall the routine she had had before she and Henry took their relationship to the next level. It hurt waking up this early, especially after the fortnight she'd spent at Henry's apartment. Her body was sore; she was wobbly on her feet when she got out of bed, her eyes were still mostly closed, and Henry thought it was funny he could still hear her heavy breathing even though she was up and about. He smiled contentedly as he rolled over to her warm spot and enjoyed the smell of her on the pillow that was now Elizabeth's.

She got out of the bathroom after having just showered and she started to rummage through several outfits of hers that were spread out across the floor. Henry heard her swear and climbed to the edge of the bed to peak at Elizabeth who was lying on the floor butt naked looking underneath his bed. She sat on her knees and looked at Henry apologetically. She was sure his place hadn't looked this messy before they decided to spend their break together at his place. Then her eyes changed into something more pleadingly. Help!

"I've got no clean underwear and no bra to wear to class," she complained.

"I'm not complaining," Henry smiled wickedly as he looked her over at least three times.

"Henry, I have to be in class in 20 minutes. I need something to wear. Going by my dorm first is going to make me come late."

"Stay here, with me," he whispered. "Stay," he lifted the sheets to reveal his naked self as well. "You don't need clothes here."

She raised her eyebrow challenging him in an angry yet damned sexy way.

"Grab one of my boxers and just forego the bra," he offered.

"It's freezing outside, Henry!"

"Well, I offered to keep you warm here," he raised his shoulder. "I swear, I won't make you come late," he joked.

She put her hands on her sides and eyed him dangerously.

"Just wear one of my sweaters over yours."

As she rummaged through his drawer, she stumbled across what seemed like a dozen postcards. Henry noticed and got up to snag them away from hers.

"Did you paint these?" she had them spread in both her hands and noticed one in particular that showed a female figure resembling her on their bench in the park.

"And here I thought you were in a hurry." Henry handed her a pair of boxers and slapped her bare ass. "Just wear this one."

Elizabeth eyed him lovingly, "Okay, Picasso," she put on the shorts which hung low on her hips. "But I want to hear all about your watercolour talents tonight." Henry threw one of his hoodies her way.

She was out the door, fully dressed, boots still in her hand, ready to hurry all the way to campus before she realized what she'd forgotten. She stormed back in, ran towards the bedroom. She saw him in the open bathroom door about ready to put his shaving foam on. "Wait!" she yelled. Henry halted. She jumped over the piles of clothes and food cartons. The watercolour postcards were stacked neatly on top of his dresser. "I'm sorry about the mess," she took his hand that held the brush with the foam. She kissed him for half a minute before bringing that same hand to his mouth, covering him in white. "Catch you later, handsome," and she was gone. Her voice fading as she got further away from him. "We could paint together, you know, but I prefer whipped cream, just saying." He heard the front door close with a bang.

Thanks to Lilacmermaid25 for these three things: A messy room - Somebody forgetting something - A watercolour painting