Elizabeth was driving Henry crazy. He was trying to prepare dinner and she was being impossible. Perching on the kitchen side, constantly nudging him with her bare feet and eating all of the vegetables before they could make it into the stir fry. He loved her dearly and wanted to be with her as much as possible, but she did not belong in a kitchen, especially when she was just getting in the way. He had dropped a few subtle hints for her to maybe go and find something else to occupy her time but she seemed oblivious.
"Baby - Why don't you go and relax for a bit before dinner?" He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and tried to lift her down off the side but she was having none of it and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her feet pressing against his ass in an attempt to pull him closer.
"I'm good here — I like watching you and I want to help." She flashed him that beautiful smile and he couldn't resist her. He held her face in his hands and was just about to kiss her when she whispered against his lips "Somethings on fire."
"Hmmmm — I know baby! You're so hot." He was now moving his way up her neck, pressing sloppy kisses against her skin.
"No Henry! Something's burning — Look." She turned his head to face the stove.
"Oh shit! That's it Elizabeth, You have to get out of here."
"What? — Why? That wasn't my fault. You were the one kissing me."
"You're a distraction. Grab a beer and go and amuse yourself while I sort this out - Please?"
Elizabeth pouted at him and trudged through to lay on the couch. She loved how much she could affect Henry but she was also starving and needed to be fed so she'd just have to provide dessert instead.
By the time Henry emerged from the kitchen with dinner, Elizabeth was already on her fourth beer and was getting kinda merry. Her rather tatty copy of Moby Dick was open in front of her and she was deeply immersed in the pages. Her cropped sweats sitting low on her hips as she sprawled out on the couch, propped up on her elbows with her long legs hanging over the end. Her hair was dragged back into a ponytail and her glasses were perched on the end of her nose. The empty beer bottles lined up on the floor and she was just about to open another one.
Henry placed the food on the dining table and gazed over at her. No matter what she was wearing or how messy she believed she looked, to him she was always perfect . And there was something about her in study mode that set his pulse racing. She was the perfect mix of incredible intelligence and stunning beauty - And she was his.
"Are you enjoying yourself there sexy?"
She glanced over at him and smiled. She was feeling happy and relaxed, so much so that when she attempted to get up off the couch, she ended up flat on her back in a fit of giggles. "I think I might need some help Henry."
"Have you been getting drunk without me, Miss Adams?" He lifted her off the floor and gave her ass a squeeze "You look so sexy in your glasses — My gorgeous geek."
"I think I may be a little bit tipsy, so you'll need to catch up. And who are you calling a geek?" She was grinning at him and her cheeks were rosey "Did you know that Moby Dick was a whale?"
"Yes babe — I have known that for a while."
"Only because I just told you." She was swaying a little so he pushed her down onto the seat.
Henry had given up on the stir fry as Elizabeth had eaten most of the ingredients before he'd even started cooking so had whipped up some Chinese noodles and was watching her as she devoured her dinner. It had always amused him that someone who loved their food as much as she did couldn't even make toast without burning it. How on earth was she going to survive months on end of his deployments? He figured he'd have to get his mom to visit her regularly, which he was pretty sure neither of them would mind and it would certainly make him feel better. He would also need to make sure there were plenty of take-out menus in the apartment. He chuckled out loud just thinking of her, catching her attention.
"What are you laughing at — Did you just tell yourself a joke?" She'd had the same cheeky grin on her face since he'd entered the room and he was really starting to love how mellow Elizabeth was.
"You're really cute when you're drunk." Her whole demeanour was amusing him to no end.
"I'm not drunk, I'm — merry! If you want to get me drunk you'll need more than beer McCord."
"Well, I've only ever seen you drunk once before and it resulted in a rather awesome night for me so maybe we should open the other bottle of champagne I have in the fridge and see what happens?."
She sauntered over to where he was sitting and placed herself in his lap "Was that the night you fell madly in love with me Henry?" Her arm gestures were rather more animated than usual and she caught her beer bottle with her hand, knocking it off the table and onto the floor with a clatter. "Ahhhh shit — That's a waste."
Henry laughed at her again "You know exactly what that night was." He let his hands slip under her tank, his featherlight touch tickling her skin. "And yes, that's when I started falling in love with you."
"You seduced me with scrabble — Not many people can say that." Her head was now resting on his shoulder and she was gently nipping at his neck.
"Hey - You were the one who kissed me first! And you were also the one who did a rather impressive striptease if my memory serves me correctly - So I think you'll find that the seduction was all yours."
"Well — Fortune favours the bold Henry! Do you want a repeat performance?"
"Of the whole night or just the striptease?" He was desperately trying to keep his arousal under control, but the way she looked combined with her somewhat feisty behaviour was making it impossible.
She climbed off his lap and eyed the sizable bulge in his jeans "Wow — A year on and you still want me. I must be doing something right." If it was a striptease he wanted, a striptease he'd get.
She made eye contact with him as she ran her tongue across her bottom lip before sinking her teeth into it. She slowly removed her glasses and threw them onto the table and then reached up and untied her hair, the blonde tresses just about reaching her shoulders as she gently shook out the waves. Her hips started moving to the rhythm in her head as the rest of her body undulated in front of him. She ran her fingertips just under the hem of her top, lifting it slightly and baring her midriff, before dropping it again and turning her back to him. She lifted the top over her head and turned to face him again, revealing the bra he loved so much. The black lace, a stark contrast to her bronzed skin. She moved towards him and ran her hands over her breasts, tilting her head back as she did so and squeezing them together, creating the perfect cleavage. He reached out to touch her but she slapped his hand away, shaking her head and wagging her finger.
"No touching the performers."
Henry laughed "Do you want me to fish out some dollar bills from my wallet?"
Elizabeth just winked at him, sliding her hands down, ghosting them over her rib cage, she splayed her fingers across her toned abdomen before hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her sweats. She pulled them down ever so slightly and then released her thumbs, the elastic snapping back against her skin. Turning her back on him once again, she slid the cropped pants down over her thighs as her hips continued to sway, looking over her shoulder every now and then to see just how much he was enjoying the show. She stepped out of the sweats and bent over right in front of him, her pert ass on full display, covered only by the smallest amount of black lace.
"Holy fuck." Henry's breathy words spurred her on and she turned to face him, popping the clasp of her bra with one hand as she dipped her shoulders forward to let it fall to the floor. His mouth was now wide open and he was shifting uncomfortably in his chair as his ever growing erection strained against the rough denim of his jeans
"You are incredible."
She tiptoed towards him and dropped to her knees, undoing his belt, followed by his zip and then aggressively tugging his jeans and boxers down his thighs. She looked up at him seductively and then pushed his legs apart, dragging her nails against his skin as she licked his tip, making his head fall back and his hips buck towards her. "God Elizabeth…. That feels good."
She took him fully in her mouth and went to work, moving up and down in rhythmic motions as her hand twisted and tugged in perfect time. She let him slide out of her mouth, allowing her tongue to swirl around his tip before taking him back in and sucking with feverish enthusiasm. His breath was ragged and his fingers were tangled in her hair. She knew he was close, he always did this cute little panting thing before he shot his load and he was right on cue "Babe — I'm gonna come — Oh fuck." His hips lifted off the seat as he spilled into her mouth, rather more forcefully than she was expecting but she took it like a champ and swallowed quickly.
She released him from her mouth with a pop and stood back up, the cheeky grin of hers still very present. "So McCord — Did that live upto your expectations?"
He had no words. She was an absolute vision and he'd never seen anything so erotic. "I'm — I — You are—." He pulled his jeans back up and just stood looking at her.
"Well well — Are you lost for words honey?" The buzz from the alcohol mixed with arousal was making her bold and she was enjoying the slight power she held over him at that moment. It made her feel sexy and liberated and she was loving it. "A whole year after our first time. To the day as I recall. Are you glad you met me, Henry McCord?"
The way she was smiling at him sent a wave of emotion through him and he tried in vain to hold back the tears that were stinging his eyes but they found their way down his cheeks anyway. The dynamic in the room suddenly changed.
"Hey — Henry, what's wrong?" Elizabeth pulled him into a gentle embrace, running her hand over his back in an attempt to soothe him "Come on babe, you've just had a striptease and a blow job — That shouldn't make you cry." Her attempt at making him laugh was unsuccessful. "Oh Henry — Talk to me. What's going on?" Her compassion was only making his tears flow faster.
He sat back down and pulled her onto his lap, his arms wrapping tightly around her almost naked body. "You have no idea how much I love you, how much I've always loved you. You are everything to me and no matter what's happened and how fucked up everything got — It has honestly been the best year of my life Elizabeth." He buried his head in the crook of her neck, embarrassed at how easily he'd let emotion take over "I'm sorry. This isn't very marine like of me"
She shifted her head back slightly, enabling herself to look at him. "What are you apologising for? For loving me? Or for showing me just how much?" It's been the best year of my life too Henry. But we're getting married and we have so much to look forward to."
"Shouldn't I be saying all of this to you?" He wiped his tears and gave her a smile.
"Nah — I'm the super intelligent geek, remember! And I can clearly hold my alcohol way better than you can."
"Says the girl who had to point out that Moby Dick was a whale?"
"I wasn't sure you knew — It's not Aquinas after all."
The tiny kisses they'd been sharing started heating up rather rapidly and she let out an audible moan as he ran his hand up her inner thigh "Hmmmmm — Will you do whatever I ask you to Henry?" Her words were a mere whisper but she had his attention.
"Anything you want, baby — Tell me?" A sudden spark of excitement and intrigue coursed through him.
"Get on the couch and wait — I'll be back." She flashed him a grin and headed for the bedroom, leaving Henry in a rather expectant state.
He allowed his body to sink into the cushions and waited for her to return, which didn't take long but he was rather confused and disappointed to see her naked body now covered with her pyjamas.
""Elizabeth, I thought we were gonna — What do you want me to do?"
She curled up into him and laid her head against his chest, pulling a blanket over them "Will you read to me? Your voice is so soothing and I'll miss it while you're away."
He looked down at her with a quizzical glance "You want me to read to you?"
"Yeah! You said you'd do whatever I asked you to — And I'm asking." She handed him the tatty book and smiled "It's the tale of the whale baby."
Henry chuckled. She'd been naked and aroused and had him in the palm of her hand. He'd have done anything she asked of him, pleasured her in whatever way she chose. Yet here she was, wrapped in his arms, her hair tied back and make-up gone, wanting him to soothe her with his voice — She never failed to surprise him.
"Of course I'll read to you babe! You constantly astound me, do you know that?"
"Yeah, well, I have to keep you on your toes marine - Now start reading." She gripped his body a little tighter and breathed in his scent, a sense of contentment washing over her.
Henry began and his voice enveloped her like a blanket of warmth.
"Consider all this; and then turn to the green, gentle, and most docile earth; consider them both, the sea and the land; and do you not find a strange analogy to something in yourself? For as this appalling ocean surrounds the verdant land, so in the soul of man there lies one insular Tahiti, full of peace and joy, but encompassed by all the horrors of the half-known life. God keep thee! Push not off from that isle, thou canst never return!"
He continued reading until he felt her warm breath on his neck and her arms loosen slightly around him. He tilted his head to look down at her, brushing the hair from her face and placing a soft kiss on her forehead. She was fast asleep, a gentle smile crossing her lips as her chest gently rose and fell with each snuffled breath. He studied her features, taking in every last inch of her beautiful face. He had no idea how he was going to say goodbye to her, how he would manage without her in his arms. But knowing she'd be right there waiting for him was enough to settle his fears. He closed his eyes and squeezed her just that little bit tighter.
Yep — A year on and he'd never been so happy. This was what he wanted for the rest of his life — Just her. His Elizabeth.