So this is a prompt (the same prompt we used for the NON-SMUT fic) and the latest chapter of Interruptions! I put them both together because it just 'fitted so well' (always a pun)...

Hopefully it will suffice and you enjoy!

Prompt - 'Always so fucking tight for me.'

Continuation… "Henry... We have been going flat-out for the past four years straight. Next year we'll be campaigning. And then, if we're lucky, we'll be right back in this building for the next four to eight years. We may never know silence again until we're in the grave. Please, join me in the profound, serene beauty of the fish toilet."

"Well, when you put it that way."

5x20 - Better Angels

Just a little continuation of this scene because I can't get it out of my head! And I've got an obsession with the damn bookshelf!

Henry put his hands on Elizabeth's face and pulled her towards him, letting his lips brush against hers gently, moving slowly down her neck. Her pulse was racing, her blood pumping faster as she felt his breath against her skin, his teeth nipped at her earlobe. The small moan from her lips excited him to no end. She ran her hands up his chest, towards his face, taking it into her hands and pulling it closer to hers.

This time their breath intermingled as they looked each other in the eyes. He could tell she was beginning to struggle with lust. The small whisper of 'please' left her lips and made his breath hitch slightly.

They shouldn't be doing this here, it was The White House for crying out loud. But her soft 'please' came out breathlessly and he couldn't resist. Henry stood up and pulled her up from the edge of the table that she had sat herself down on, wrapped his arms around her and twisted her body around the seat he had been sitting in and sat her up onto his desk before leaving her there, moving to the door he looked out to see if anyone was roaming the halls, at that moment there wasn't but he wasn't taking any chances, so he closed the door and clicked the lock into place.

Henry turned around and grinned at her, moving quickly to her side, pulling her into his arms. 'Please,' came out again as Henry moved forward and pressed his lips gently to hers, lingering for a mere moment. A hand running down her face as he looked into her eyes.

"Please?" He whispered. "Please, what?" He lifted her from the edge of his desk and turned to put her into the ledge by the window. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as his hands landed on her ass holding her in place. Her arms went around his shoulders, her fingers running through his hair, she moved her head forward, pressing kisses and nipping at his neck making him groan.

She grinned against his skin and leaned back slightly, pressing herself against his hardness, grinding her pelvis roughly against him. "Please… I... You. I want you." The feel of her lips crashing on to his made him groan and rush to open his pants, fumbling with the button as their tongues duelled, fighting for dominance, just as their bodies were. Elizabeth pushed him away from her, standing quickly, she pulled at his pants and his boxers before she moved to undo her pants, hooking her fingers into them and her underwear, pushing them down her legs, one heel kicked off to allow the pant leg to come away from her foot as she jumped back onto the ledge.

She looked up at him, pulling at his tie as she brought his face closer to hers. "I want you in here," she paused and grinned. "I'm feeling pretty reckless, I feel alive and I think we should use this opportunity seeing as I am handing in my resignation tomorrow to get down and dirty with you in this office before we both get turfed out."

Henry's breath hitched slightly at the thought of her finally handing it in, and what their future might hold, he grinned back at her, "I'm yours." He ran a hand underneath her blouse, bunching it up as high as it would go so he could cup her breast through her bra. His other hand pulled her hips tighter against him, his body grinding against her. The hand on her hip moved to slowly pull up one of her legs up to his hip and he pressed his hardened member against her clit.

"God, Henry..." She muttered out breathlessly, "Stop with the teasing, we don't have time." Her words hit him full force as he leaned down and kissed her passionately. His hand squeezed at her breast, his fingers tweaking at her nipple as his other moved to reach the folds of her opening. "Elizabeth," he panted, "God, you're so wet," he mumbled against her lips as he let his finger penetrate her. His thumb caressing her swollen nub.

Elizabeth moaned into his mouth as he let another finger join the first one, he could already feel her twitching against them as he moved them rhythmically in and out of her body. His mouth was on her neck, nibbling at her earlobe, his fingers still flicking at her nipple, giving her as much pleasure as he could for a quickie in his office. A few thrusts of his fingers and she turned her head, pressing her teeth into the fabric of his jacket, shallow gasps falling from her lips as her orgasm ripped through her.

Her orgasm hadn't even started to come down as he took hold of her hips and guided himself into her in a fast, swift movement, burying himself deep inside of her. "Always so fucking tight for me," he mumbled as they both groaned loudly and then looked at each other, knowing that groan had been a little too loud. Henry began a steady pace, her legs wrapping around his waist for the second time since she got into his office. He slowed his pace down and sped back up as he rocked in and out, her quiet moans were making him want to scream.

Henry moved his head towards her neck again as her hands moved to grip anything she could hold on to, the bottom ledge of the bookshelf on the wall and one in his hair, pulling at it as he picked up the pace. He could hear soft mumbles coming from her, begging him to go faster, begging him to go harder. He could feel her walls twitching again, as he frantically tried to catch up with her impending orgasm.

He could feel her nails dig into his head as he pumped into her hard and fast, he let his hand join hers on the bookshelf, clasping their hands together before she let out as quiet a scream as she could, which wasn't that quiet at all. Henry thrust once more, letting himself go, his groan matching hers in volume. He collapsed against her, riding out his own orgasm just as the shelf they were holding on to gave way and all the books came crashing down around them.

Elizabeth threw her arms around Henry's neck, pulling herself into him further as she moved away from the avalanche of books that were falling around them.

Once the last books fell there was silence, apart from the heavy breathing and he pulled out and away from her, she squealed a little, still sensitive. She still had a grip on his shoulders so didn't let him pull too far away from her.

There was a knock on the door, 'Is everything okay in there,' came from the other side, the handle jiggling.

"Everything is fine, just a shelf that's come loose, I can manage," Henry managed to get out.

Their eyes locked with each other and a smile turned to a grin and then to full on laughing. Only they could go for risky sex in an office in The White House and cause such a commotion.

Whoops! Well 'that' happened! Hope y'all enjoyed! Hopefully more from me soon!