This has been a hard couple months, and I've been trying to figure out how to write this scene without making an absolute arse of it! I thank you for your patience in waiting for another chapter of this story.

I really hope that I have done this scene justice!

I needed love and positivity and I needed Elizabeth and Henry to have this moment!

'Make sure the kids don't like new Mrs McCord more than they like me.'

'Well, I'm marrying her, and I already don't like her. So, is that it?'

'Well what else do you think we need to cover?'

'...If this is our last night together.'

'...Computer passwords?'

'Wow...That is so hot.'

(1x16 - Tamerlane)

Henry's left hand clasped onto hers while the other moved to settle on her hip, his fingers tugging at the hem of her blouse as his lips found hers again. He ran his tongue along the surface of her bottom lip and she parted her mouth enough to allow his tongue access, scraping lightly against her teeth as she arched her body into the kiss.

He knelt above her slightly, let go of her hand, and breaking the kiss he trailed his fingers down her cardigan clad arm as he sat up and swiftly pulled her to a sitting position, running his hands back up her arms. He reached her shoulders and pushed the fabric of the cardigan off and gave a tug, letting it fall behind her as he moved to the hem of her blouse, pulling it up and over her head and throwing it to the side. He pushed her gently back down on the bed, her arms falling above her head as she gave him a smile, his fingers ghosted little by little over her torso.

There had been times that Elizabeth had lacked patience for such slow undressing by her husband, but that day was not today. Henry knew that this pace was exactly what they needed and she revelled in the knowledge that he knew her so well. Her arms moved from above her head to touch his hair, running her fingers over his cheek, gazing up into his hazel eyes, thinking how lucky she was that he had taken the time over the years to map out her body and her mind so perfectly in order to know everything she liked. Her fingers slowly made their way down his body to the hem of his grey t-shirt, tugging it up and over his head. It hit the floor beside the bed with a thump and Henry pulled himself from her to trail his lips along her cheek and down her neck to her shoulder and exposed collarbone, watching as goosebumps rose along the path he left behind, loving how with one simple touch he could always make her feel relaxed. Elizabeth arched her back, as her hands trailed along Henry's bare chest. One of his hands settled onto her hip and he tugged her forward, the skin of her stomach pressing against him.

Henry's lips settled at his favourite place, the sensitive spot on her neck and she inhaled sharply and felt him smile against her skin His free hand wandered up to her bra clasp and he undid it with one hand. He brought his hand up and explored her breast, his fingers pulling at her nipple gently and he moved and took it into his mouth, nibbling at it lightly, swirling it with his tongue. He repeated the movement on her other breathing before kissing his way down over her stomach until he reached the sweet spot he wanted to get to. The anticipation was almost killing him as he took his time, wanting to make sure everything that everything about her in this moment was etched into his memory.

"Oh Henry," she breathed, feeling his fingers lightly press against her inner thigh through the fabric of her dress pants. She scraped her fingernails against the skin of his chest and watched him shiver in response to the anticipation that her action invoked building up tension between them with their love and attraction toward each other.

Unhooking the button of her dress pants, he swiftly hooked his fingers into the material of those and her panties and brought them down her legs. He threw them to the sides soon as he managed to let her escape from the confines. "You're so wet," he mumbled as he pressed his lips to her ankle, and then the other one. He slowly made his way up her body, mimicking the kisses he had given the top half of her body earlier.

As he continued his ministrations her hands found the edge of his shorts and untied the string to loosen them. Henry leaned over her and lifted his body up off the bed with his arms on either side of her head as her hands pushed at the material. Her legs moved up his, further and further meeting her hands with the material halfway down his thigh. She hooked her toes into the fabric and wiggled her feet, pushing the shorts down his body, he lifted a leg at a time as she reached the bottom of his legs, shaking each foot to until he was free from the material that was holding him back.

Henry presses a quick kiss against her lips and made his way back down her body to continue what he was doing before his clothing needed to be removed. He moved his mouth to within an inch of her centre, the glistening of her arousal making him growl lowly as he dipped his tongue between her folds, the taste of her making him dribble pre-cum onto the bedsheets below him. He moved his tongue in small flicking motions, sucking the bud as she ground herself farther into his mouth as she got close to her orgasm.

Pulling back slightly, Elizabeth gave out a soft whine, but he moved quickly and separated her glistening lips with his fingers. Elizabeth arched off the bed as he inserted two fingers into her and curled them, searching for the spit he knew was going to send her over the edge. He returned his tongue to her bud, as she coated his fingers in her juices.

Elizabeth was close, her breathing had changed, becoming laboured as her moans grew louder. He could listen to those all day, but it would be another memory to remember her by. Suddenly her muscles tightened around his fingers and she fell over the edge, yelling out his name as oblivion took over her body.

Henry let her rest, pulling his fingers from her, licking them clean and she laughed breathlessly as he moved up to lie next to her on the bed. She turned and moved in eagerly to capture his lips with hers. Henry chuckling slightly against her as he could see the patience they had set up starting to wear thin at the contact of their lips. That orgasm had spurred her on, and she had no inclination to be slow anymore, she needed her husband, she enjoyed that Henry would normally tease her, but now, this wasn't about teasing.

Elizabeth whimpered as Henry broke away and moved down dropping a kiss to her earlobe, 'I adore you,'' he whispered. Another kiss was pressed against her neck,'You are amazing.' And another to her left breast, 'You are magnificent.' And then her right. 'You are cherished,' and then he moved up and pressed a gentle kiss to her mouth, 'You are so loved.'

Henry pulled back slightly and Elizabeth, now a little misty eyed gazed at him, her hands reaching up, fingers touching his face, her eyes not moving from his as she pulled him towards her, their lips connecting fiercely.

As Henry broke the kiss and hovered over her once again, his eyes locked with hers before he trailed his lips along the smooth skin of her neck and along her chest until he reached her breast. His kisses became gentle sucking motions and then he pulled her nipple into his mouth and she gasped, biting down on her lower lip at the feeling, still tingling from her first orgasm. Her hands buried themselves into his hair, lightly tugging at the greying strands.

Elizabeth, now growing more impatient, pushed herself upward and used her momentum to flip them, so that she was hovering over him instead. He smiled up at her from where he now lay on the mattress, her breath coming fast, desire building inside her. She needed to connect with her husband, she needed to feel him deep inside her. To remember this moment while she risked her life across the ocean, away from this protective, amazing man she loved.

Leaning forward, her elbows falling to either side of his head, she stared at him, a hand moving to his face, gently stroking his cheek.

"I love you," she whispered, even though the patience she'd had earlier was wearing thin she still needed this moment, to just be. She needed to watch his face, the gentle expression of love made her tear up as she had earlier when he professed words of love to her.

"I love you, too." And with a swift movement he rolled so he leant over her again, taking back control. He gave a soft growl and nuzzled her neck, running his hand down her body.

Henry settled himself against her, one hand found a place on her waist, lifting her thigh and pulling it up and over his hip, the other hand moved up to her head, his fingers ghosting over her arm before diving into her hair as he tugged her up to meet his lips again. She smiled against him as their tongues began an intimate dance that they knew so well. Both showing how much they needed one another.

Elizabeth wiggled herself underneath him, and once again they shifted positions, with her now above him she made her way down his body, pressing small kisses over his torso. His hardness stood up, erect and waiting and Elizabeth reached out, gently wrapping her fingers around him causing him to groan softly. Elizabeth's heart beat wildly as she felt wetness well up inside her. She moved herself back up his body and pressed a kiss to his lips, her legs settling on either side of his hips, as she leaned forward, gazing into his eyes. She rubbed herself against him, his manhood grazing at her entrance.

Henry moved his hips and Elizabeth gave a slight squeak as she slowly slid down onto him, pausing for a second, they once again found one another's eyes as they started moving against one another. They gasped as they found a rhythm that suited them. He gently thrust up as she thrust down, Elizabeth grinding herself against him with every movement.

Elizabeth sat herself up, needing to feel Henry against her, she needed to feel as close to him as possible, knowing that going across the world into a potential coup could mean the end of her, the end of them. She needed Henry to understand that she loved him with all of her heart but that this was for the greater good.

Her hands pulled at his shoulders to pull him to sit up with her. "I need you close to me," she whispered as her legs wrapped and locked behind his back, her heels digging into the top of his ass at the base of his back, her arms clinging to his shoulders. Henry hooked his arms around her shoulders and pulled her body to his, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder and he muttered reverently as he continued to thrust up into her, "Elizabeth."

His thrusts grew sharper and the change in position hit Elizabeth in just the right spot and she moaned breathily as she relished the waves of pleasure that ran through her whole body. She moved a hand from the grip on his back and slipped it between them, pressing it against her clit as he started to move faster against her, their moans reaching a crescendo together and they both suddenly let out a loud cry as their climaxes took them over, he came inside her, both moving slower now as the warm, sticky mess filled Elizabeth and she took a deep breath.

She collapsed on top of him, burying her head in his neck as she recovered from all the aftershocks still going through her body. He ran his fingers up and down her back. Finally, she kissed her way to his mouth, groaning as he took her bottom lip and sucked. Still breathless, she murmured, "I really love you, ya know." She smiled and captured his lips again for a quick kiss.

"I love you, too." He sighed deeply into her hair as she moved to lie next to him and they settled. She curled her body against his and let her eyes drift closed as the aftermath of their union washed over them.

Almost thirty years together and time had not diminished their need for one another. Iran was playing on both their minds but both pushed it away as Henry moved down and pressed his lips against hers once again, a kiss filled with love, with hope, and the understanding that they would get through anything even if this went wrong.

I am beyond convinced that this is SHIT! Just sayin'...

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