Drabble prompt: Enough with your sass, for teaismyqueen
Henry looked up from his laptop as Elizabeth's heels clicked down the hallway toward their bedroom. She'd come upstairs immediately after he heard the front door close, which was unusual for her. Elizabeth almost always detoured to the kitchen, and Henry knew he was the reason she deviated from her routine tonight.
"Hey, babe," he called out as Elizabeth appeared in the doorway. Even in the soft light of the bedroom, Henry could feel the waves of exhaustion wafting from her body.
"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." She nearly sighed in relief at finally being home, in the shelter of their bedroom.
Elizabeth kicked off her shoes, leaving them in her wake as she strode to the bed. Her hair draped them both in a curtain of sunshine as she took his mouth in a long kiss.
"How was your day?" Henry asked gently after she drew away.
Elizabeth wrenched off her jacket, tossing it in the direction of their closet. "Not worth talking about right now."
"That bad, huh?"
Her skirt came next, with a jerk of the zipper, added to the growing mound of clothes on the floor. "Just frustrating." She offered a soft smile, tempering her tone. "That helped," Elizabeth replied, indicating their kiss. She ran a hand through her hair while she assessed Henry's bandaged legs laying on top of the blankets. "But I'm not the one who's been stuck in bed."
"I'm fine," he reassured her. "I've been researching most of the day." Henry patted the stack of books on the mattress next to him. "Stevie brought me dinner before she went out, and the pain is better."
Henry noticed the gleam shining in his wife's blue eyes, a stark contrast to the fog of distress from a moment before. "What is it?"
"Nothing." Elizabeth waved off his question.
"Something." Henry pressed, observing her closely. He knew her too well.
Elizabeth ducked her head, almost sheepishly, tucking wayward blonde strands behind her ears. "Well, you laying there, in all those books, with your glasses on…." She looked up with a wicked grin. "Professor McCord is a turn on, what can I say?"
"Oh yeah?" Henry tilted his head, a knowing smile teasing the corner of his mouth.
"Yeah." Elizabeth huffed out a breath. "Soooooo," she dragged out the word, "I'm just gonna go take a cold shower." She jerked a thumb in the direction of their bathroom. "Then I'll scrounge up something for dinner."
"Why?"
"Why dinner?" Her eyebrows shot up, surprised that he even had to ask. "Because I'm starving." Henry could hear the 'well, duh' she didn't add. "And a plate full of carbs and a big glass of wine are the next best thing to sex." She clicked her tongue and slashed her index finger in the air. "Checks both boxes. Add in a hot professor, and I might be able to salvage the rest of this day."
"Why the cold shower?" Henry clarified. "Or the alternative?" The insult in Henry's expression masked his enjoyment from teasing his wife out of her mood.
"Don't try to convince me you're ready for sex." Elizabeth gestured to his lower body, ignoring his mock indignation. "I heard you groaning in your sleep last night. I'm not gonna hurt you just because I'm horny and need to blow off some stress." She snorted at her unintended innuendo.
Elizabeth headed toward their en suite, unbuttoning her blouse as she did, dismissing the conversation.
"Come here."
The raw desire in Henry's command nearly compelled her to obey. But not quite yet. She paused for a moment, waiting for his next move.
"Elizabeth." Her name drifted like smoke across the room, low and sensual.
When Elizabeth turned back to her husband, he added his laptop to the pile of books now piled on his bedside table. "Just because I'm immobile doesn't mean I can't satisfy you."
Elizabeth caught her bottom lip in her teeth, swinging her body slightly side to side playfully. "Maybe I can satisfy myself," she replied with a smirk.
"Not in that cold shower you won't."
Intrigued by Henry's response, Elizabeth stepped closer to the bed. Her fingers slowed on the buttons, intentionally tantalizing her husband.
"Maybe I'll take a bath instead. A long hot bath." When she reached the hem of her blouse, she tugged at the material, teasing him with glimpses of bare skin.
"You won't enjoy it nearly as much without me."
"Maybe I will." She licked her lips, then suckled the tip of her index finger before drawing a line from her throat to the front clasp of her bra.
Henry's gaze followed her movements as she brushed aside the halves of her blouse and began tracing the lacy satin underneath. He swallowed hard when her fingertips grazed her peaked nipples through the material.
"Your fingers won't feel as good as mine," Henry promised.
"I have a vibrator." Elizabeth's hands dropped lower, drifting across her belly, tracing the edge of the lace along her hip bone.
Henry shrugged, the nonchalance in his gesture betrayed by the lust clouding his eyes. "When you can't get enough, with your sass and your vibrator, I'll be here waiting."
"You think you can do better?" She didn't bother to hide the teasing lit in her retort.
"I know I can."
So did she, and her body responded to the knowledge. Arousal flooded her panties, and she barely held back a moan. As much fun as she was having with their banter, the throbbing in her core grew too insistent to ignore.
Elizabeth flicked her hands over her shoulders and sent soft cotton slithering to her feet. "Well, what did you have in mind?"
Henry growled low in his throat as his wife stood before him in nothing but shimmery black lace. "Get naked and I'll show you."