Chapter 12
Heading up the stairs to the residence, she heard Henry come up behind her, "Hey Babe."
She turned and watched him climb the stairs to meet her. Meanwhile, she thinking to herself, "That suit. So hot!"
He leaned in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. She took his hand in hers, intertwined by a few fingers. He rubbed the top of her hand with his thumb as they made their way to the residence. She headed into the kitchen as Cindy was stirring another pot of soup.
"That smells so good," she was ravenous as she had barely eaten the day before.
"I pulled it out of the fridge. Leftovers from what Stevie made yesterday. It is just about ready. Henry said this is your mother's chicken soup recipe?" she asked.
"It is. Don't tell Will!" she laughed. Cindy laughed along with her.
"You are sounding a bit better. How are you feeling?" Cindy asked her. The two women had an easy relationship.
"Better. Still tired. I took the afternoon off. Once we finish lunch I am going to bed." Today, she was grateful for the time off.
"I made a lasagna this morning for your dinner tonight. It is in the fridge. You need to stay on easy to swallow foods for the next couple of days while your throat recovers," Cindy said to her almost like a sister.
She had been the White House chef for twenty years. In her late 60's, she did act like the big sister Elizabeth never had. Despite the healthy foods, Elizabeth adored Cindy.
Elizabeth grabbed a couple of bowls and scooped soup out for she and Henry while Cindy finished making a sandwich for each of them. Placing the bowls on the table and taking the sandwiches from Cindy. She then filled water glasses for the two of them.
"You know, you are the first President to do all of that. Some of the First Ladies have helped out from time to time but nobody does it the way you do," she complimented her.
"Losing my parents at a young age, I've never been one to be comfortable being waited on," Elizabeth joked. "It's the forced independence thing."
Henry laughed as he entered the kitchen and sat down, "That amongst a million other things you don't like people doing for you. Laundry for instance. Let's just say I married a completely independent woman."
"I don't need other people washing and folding my underwear, Henry," laughter erupted in the room.
As Henry shook his head at her. Cindy excused herself and left them alone.
She ate her soup slowly, not saying much. He knew this all too well.
He puts his spoon down and looked at her, "You want to talk?"
She stared back at him, "Working up to it."
They continued eating for a bit. She put her sandwich down. It was too hard to swallow anyways.
"Okay, you are not going to be happy about this," she began.
Henry wiped his mouth with his napkin and sat back. She watched his whole expression and demeanor change.
She leaned in to be straight with him. "Akar called me just before I came up here. Kurt, the Baghdad Station chief, had conversations and some intel about this plot but he couldn't put his finger on it. Apparently, he leaked information on assets' and their wherabouts"
"Wait, are you saying that Sarah and Andrew were purposefully made?" he asked.
"That's exactly what I am saying. Not much gets by Isabelle but do you think he went rogue on her?" she asked.
"I would assume he did. There is no way she knew. She would never allow that," he said, scratching the side of his face while processing the information she just dropped on him.
"I have a call with her at 3:45. Before this apparent meeting with Daisy and Roxanne that got added to my schedule late this afternoon," she took another scoopful of soup.
Henry stopped eating, "What is that about?"
"Probably the winter and spring wardrobes. Blake mentioned something about them wanting to change everything. Which whatever, I don't really care. But, I do wish Allie was here," she whined a bit to him.
"Uh, no you don't. My conversation with her just before coming up here was not fun. She is being so difficult. You're going to have to have a talk with her when she gets here tomorrow," he took a bite of the sandwich.
"Do you want to ride with Shane and Sarah in the motorcade and I will go with Allie?" she asked.
"Might be a good idea," he took another bite.
"Anyways, since it is just the two of us here," she began.
Henry interrupted her, "You don't have to talk so much?"
She whacked him, "Henry, stop!" she laughed but continued, "It might have been 1994, maybe our third time doing the mile high club without going the mile high," she laughed.
He winked back at her. "We took the Wrangler and snuck out to Jessie's hanger. We had to have been drinking that night."
"Remember you wanted to name Allie, Jessie. There was no way I was allowing you to give our daughter the same name as your plane!" she laughed.
"Can you just get back to the memory?" he asked taking a sip of his water.
"I think we were drinking all three times we did it, but this was our last one," she made a sad expression on her face.
He reached over and touched her hand, "It was. Because it was so tricky and we were so lucky we never got caught."
"Tricky is an understatement," she giggled a bit. Pointing her spoon at him. "First of all, we had to leave our clothes at the bottom of the ladder and climb up there completely naked! Thank God it was Florida and it was warm," she laughed. "You always had to go first, by the time you got in the seat your dirty mind would be going."
He sat back laughing, "My dirty mind?! Those adventures all started from your wild fantasy and the fact you love to sneak around."
She tilted her head to the side, giving him a look of agreement. "AnyWAYS, I could hop up there and just hop on for the ride," she gave him the sexy grin. She was about to go deep into the story and Henry just let her go. "My ass would gratefully not hit the thrust-thingy."
"The thrustmaster," he corrected her with a grin on his face.
"Whatever, the name alone screams, you should have sex here. You need to stop interrupting me." She took a bite of her sandwich as he watched her with all the admiration of a loving husband. He smiled at her waiting for her to finish.
She finished chewing, wiped her mouth with the napkin and glanced at him. "As the two times before, you were settled in with that smug look of a cocky, young fighter pilot."
"I was not cocky…" he refuted.
"Henry, you were cocky back then. Sometimes you still are now," she quipped back at him. "And I still love it!"
He loosened his tie as she continued, "I'd have to do this weird climbing thing to get in there without hitting anything important."
"Mmm, your breasts would be right up in my face," he grinned at her.
She stopped, and glared at him "My memory, pal!"
"Go on" he said as he took a bite of his sandwich.
"It usually wouldn't take that long because we had to be quick and it was uncomfortable. It was more about where we were doing it than how, right?" she queried back at him.
He looked up mid-bite at her and grinned, "Keep going."
This is where she always got shy and he knew it.
"So, this particular night we were just about to finish," she looked down into her soup.
"After all these years, you still can't say it. Say it," he commanded her, grinning from ear to ear.
"No," she answered.
"You can! I know you can," he was now in cocky mode.
"So, now you have no problem with me talking?" she asked him sitting back in her chair and crossing her arms in a flirtatious challenge. With her heels kicked off under the table, she pulled her leg up underneath her.
"That's right. Your voice is so sexy right now," he answered, smiling a wide grin at her.
"Remember what I said about being cocky? Well, this is it, Henry. Now, you are being cocky," she fired back at him.
"Fine," he ignored the bulge in his pants, looked at his watch, threw his napkin down on the table and said "I have to get ready for your event that I am covering. Enjoy your nap."
"Okay, okay, alright…we were just about to orgasm and you said…."she was smiling at him.
"Not that word! The other word!" Henry was now sitting back laughing at her.
"HENRY! We now live in a public building anyone could walk in here at any minute. I am not using THAT word." she stared back at him.
He stood up, she immediately noticed his arousal and she was well-aware of her core tightening. He reached his hand out to her, as she took it he pulled her up and lead her to the bedroom. Leaving half their lunch behind.
He swung her around and laid her on the bed, she fell back her golden hair splayed out around her. She felt the warmth of his hand up under her dark blouse. He loved the feel of her smooth core as he went for her right breast, which was still tucked away in her black bra. He knew it was "the one" by the feel of the lace, making him harder and more eager for her.
She kissed him passionately for the first time in couple of days but to her it felt like an eternity. Her mind began to wander back to her story, flooding her with the emotion of all their intimate moments wrapped into one.
She couldn't wait any longer and he helped her slip her trousers off and tossed them aside haphazardly. She scooted the blankets down and stripped away her panties.
Henry took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt as she watched him with a sexy glare. He placed his pants on the chair as to not wrinkle them. He slid onto the bed with his head up against the headboard. Much like the night in his F-18, same positioning and they knew this needed to be just as quick as that night.
The intimacy of their relationship held an aura to it that nothing else could match. They could easily put the rest of the world away at any time and come back to their circle. Whether it was in a simple conversation to work something out, a year-long campaign, a dance on a ballroom floor with all eyes on them, a longer night of making love or a short fleeting moment of passionate like right now.
She was on top of him, giving and taking all at the same time. He leaned his head back moaning from the pleasure she was giving him. He could not take his eyes off of her. He ran his fingers gently over her collarbone, down into her cleavage and over her nipples making her raspy voice moan with delight.
She was about to give in to the pleasure pushing her hips down on him, she leaned over him, kissed his neck and whispered in his ear, emphasizing the word he wanted her to use, "We were just about to cum together and you said…"
He growled out, "Now, this never gets old." With that he flipped her over and drove into her hard as she gripped every inch of him. Seconds later they were there together at the intimate place that only they knew.
By the time, he cleaned up and put his navy suit back on, she was asleep on her stomach lying diagonally on the bed leaving no room for anyone else. Her head turned to the side made her face look so peaceful.
The comforter covered just up to the small of her back. He admired her as her golden honey hair splayed over her upper back, while the sheets laid easily over her curves. It was killing him to not get back in and lay beside her. Instead, he pulled the comforter up over her. Set her alarm for 3:15, kissed her on the cheek and headed to his photo op with a 4H Club.