Continuation of the final scene… When they get back home…

"I quit my job today… Not my-my job job… My other job… I guess I just needed some time to process well, everything."

"If that's what you want, good."

"And just to be 100% clear, we do not need to be talking to lawyers. You're not getting rid of me that easy… You're a good person, Elizabeth."

"I know you tried your best… So did I."

"But people still got hurt."

"Yeah."

"Maybe that should be my epitaph."

"She tried her best, but people still got hurt."

"Not… 'She likes eating popcorn at really weird times?'"
"Okay, if I die first, I want to make it that… Make sure that it's that… So now what?"

"We just keep trying our best."

2x11 – Unity Node

Elizabeth felt as if she had waited a lifetime for his kiss. There was a hot, hungry demand in his lips that forced all thoughts of Dimitri Petrov, bombings and arguments to the back of her mind. They really did have to keep trying their best.

She missed her husband and she was glad they were on relatively the same page.

Elizabeth slid her light blue peacoat jacket off her shoulders, dropping it to the ground in the foyer, Henry copying her movements with his, all while not breaking their kiss.

Henry's strong arms wrapped tightly around her, as his jacket joined hers on the floor, pulling her as intimately against him as she could get. He was all hard muscle and she relished the feel of him against her, boldly aroused and taut with desire. His tongue swirled with hers, evoking a want in her that she hadn't experienced in a while. The hunger she tasted in his mouth clawed inside of her, made her weak and needy in only a way that only he could sate.

As the kiss continued, his hands first swept up her back, then down to cup her ass through the material of her grey skirt.

His touch filled her with heat. She wanted him in their bed, his naked body against hers. She wound her arms around his back, sneaking under his t-shirt, stroking at his waist.

Henry broke the kiss, taking a step back from her, his eyes blazing and his chest heaving. "I've missed you," his voice was husky as his gaze swept slowly down the length of her, then back up to meet hers.

Elizabeth smiled at him. He wanted her, the knowledge torched fire through her, making her mind go into overdrive. They had been arguing until earlier that day, but him wanting her, right now, was the best thing she could think of.

She reached out, taking his hand and pulling him out the hallway, moving them upstairs into the privacy of their bedroom. They could still hear their children in the den watching whatever they were watching. He came willingly and once they were in the room, he pulled his hand away from hers.

Elizabeth moaned softly, her arms wrapping around his neck as he took hold of her waist and spun her round, pressing her into the door. He moved his leg between hers and she ground against his thigh, her core alive and pulsing. He ran his lips his up her neck to nibble on her earlobe, conveying his desire for her by thrusting his already growing erection against her.

"I want you," He whispered, now confirming what she knew he was thinking. "Even with everything we have been through the last few days, nearly losing you, again, even if the bomb wasn't for you, even though I have been hating on you, I haven't been able to think about much of anything else except how much I love you, and how much I want you." His words made her heart beat faster. He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair as if unable to stop himself.

"Then shut up and fuck me!" She demanded, the wait was killing her.

His eyes flared, pressing a hot, frenzied kiss to her mouth. It was as if his words had unleashed something wild inside him. Still kissing her he shrugged out of his suit jacket. He pulled her away from the door and wrapped her in his arms, his fingers moving slowly down her back to the top of her skirt, the tips taking hold of the zipper, lowering it, her skirt falling loose at her waist, he gave it a slight tug over her hips and let fall to the floor.

Her fingers gripped at the hem of his t-shirt, as she stepped out of her skirt, lifting it up over his shoulders to allow her fingers to get into the salt and pepper curls that adorned his chest.

Henry moved his fingers to her blouse, popping the buttons quickly and pushing it over her shoulders leaving her in just her bra and panties. He grinned, it was unusual that she wasn't wearing a camisole underneath her blouse, but tonight he was grateful that she hadn't put one on.

Within seconds the rest of their clothes had joined the rest on the floor and when they were both naked, they fell together on to their bed, a tangle of arms and legs and primal hunger.

Henry's mouth took possession of hers again, his hands covering her breasts, filling her with a heat that burned all thoughts from her head. His mouth left hers, trailing down her neck and across her collarbone, causing sweet sensations of pleasure to shiver through her. She raked her hands down his warm, smooth back, loving the play of his muscles beneath her fingers.

He raised his head to look at her, his eyes gleaming with breath-taking intensity. Her heart thundered and desire crashed inside her as he dipped his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Her hand gripped the back of his head, his hair soft beneath her fingers. Mindless pleasure swept through her as he nipped and licked at her breasts.

She ran her hand down the hard expanse of his chest, over the washboard muscles of his stomach, moving down to curl her fingers around his hard length. He moaned, a deep, low growl that only increased her need for him.

For the next few minutes they explored each other's body, touching and tasting as the tension in Elizabeth spiked higher and higher.

Henry had slowed down his frenzy from earlier, it seemed that he could indulge in foreplay forever and it didn't take long for her to feel as if she might explode if he didn't take care of her completely.

"Christ, Henry," she moaned. "Just fuck me."

"With pleasure," he said gruffly as he pressed a kiss to her thigh, to her stomach, making his way up, placing his body over the top of hers. She opened her legs wider to welcome him, he reached down, taking hold of himself and rubbed his penis against her clit before he entered her, filling her up at the same time his mouth took hers in a breathless kiss.

For a long moment neither of them moved. He ended the kiss and held her gaze as he moved his hips, withdrawing slightly, then stroking back into her.

The primitive yearning that had possessed her during their foreplay had now exploded into something bigger, something so intense she felt as if at any moment she might fragment into a million pieces.

She met his hips thrust for thrust in a rhythm that grew more frenzied. Her senses were filled with him, his scent, his touch and the sound of his rapid breaths and low moans. His features were taut, lips pulled tight and eyes smoky as he moved faster and faster.

Her release crashed through her and she clung to him, half-crying, half-laughing as waves of sensation washed over her. It was as if he'd only waited for her before allowing himself to let go. He stiffened against her, crying out her name as he shuddered, then collapsed on top of her.

As they waited for normal breathing to resume, for heart rates to slow, she stroked her hands down his back, loving the feel of his warm skin.

Henry finally rolled off her, gathering her in his arms. "That was amazing." He said, fingers stroking up and down her back.

She smiled and placed her hand on the side of his face where she could feel the faint stubble of whiskers. "Are we okay?" she asked, staring into his eyes.

He frowned and gave a hesitant sigh, his hands stilling on her back, his eyes not moving from hers, "We aren't, not yet, but we will be."

I didn't actually realise how hard it was to write 'smut' but do it differently every time.
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