I'm sorry for not being around much lately... I hope to catch up on all the new fics and updates next week!

I added this chapter after one of yoy asked to see Elizabeth's thoughts... so here it is.

Let me know what you think, your reviews mean a lot and encourage me to keep posting even though sometimes I think it's a load of crap.

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Elizabeth laid in bed unable to sleep. She had been tossing and turning since she arrived, her mind swirling with thoughts. She couldn't shut it down as she realized what was really bothering her was how important Henry had become in such a short time. They surely started on the wrong foot but their relationship had evolved and it wasn't until he had been distant with her that she realized she missed him. A lot.

Tonight they managed to fall back into their old routine, Henry finally leaving his cold behavior towards her behind, but still he hadn't shared what was going on. Not that he was compelled to do it, but still it would have been nice to know why the hell he had kept her at arm's length the whole week. She was comforted to know she had nothing to do with it, that his marriage was troubled even before they met, but deep down what if she wanted to be the cause of it?

She huffed. She couldn't think this way. He deserved to be happy and get his marriage back after all the effort he put into it. Plus, she hadn't been attached to anyone in years and she wasn't about to start now. She was alone, she had always been and she had made peace with it a long time ago. It was what's best for everyone.

Still, she couldn't stop thinking about how much she loved his caring and compassionate personality and how he would do anything for those who were lucky enough to be loved by him. Not to mention his soft brown hair, his bright hazel eyes, his warm smile or the way his shirts clinged to his muscular frame everytime he moved around the office. It caught her eye every damn time, even if she didn't want to admit it.

All those feelings began to turn to arousal as images of him started to invade her mind. The way he had looked at her when they bumped into each other for the first time and how caring he had been towards her - if only she would have been able to appreciate it then -; the way his jaw dropped seeing her dressed up for the first time; the way his hands felt as he traced her skin helping her put that mic on; the way he blushed when he confessed having seen her in bed with Hill… Was it possible that he had been aroused by it? Had he touched himself thinking about her? She knew that was almost impossible but the thoughts wouldn't leave her alone.

She was starting to feel hot and bothered and couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to kiss him, how would his skin feel under her touch, how would it feel to hear her name fall off his lips as she pushed him over the edge.

Her hands instinctively wandered down to the apex of her thighs. She could feel her wetness through her underwear as she cupped herself. She knew sleep wouldn't come soon, so she decided to take the matter in her own hands. Sliding her panties down her legs, she started to rub her clit slowly, sending shivers through her body at the contact. She began with round and delicate movements but it didn't take long for her to pick up the pace.

A moan escaped her lips as her mind wandered to Henry, imagining them together: the way he would touch her and how his thick fingers would feel inside of her. He would probably start gently but she was sure that after finding a good rhythm, he would thrust his fingers into her mercilessly until he made her come undone.

She attempted to recreate that, as if her own hands were his. Her legs were spread wide open as she thrusted her fingers inside her, trying to soothe the ache she was feeling. With the other hand, she cupped her breasts and played with her nipples, forcing them to become hard and erect.

It wasn't by far the first time she masturbated, but it was the first time she did with a particular someone in mind. The other times, she just wanted to feel good and enjoy the relief orgasms provided to be able to sleep, but now, she was craving a connection with a particular man. Henry. Again, thoughts of him came rushing in, her heart pounding and her mind instantly imagining all the things he would do to her if they slept together. His hands, his mouth, his whole body close to her, inside her. His hot breath in her ear, sweat covering both their bodies and him spilling into her. Hot, wet and filling.

Her mouth hung open in a loud moan as she repeatedly moved her fingers in and out. Her other hand left her breasts to focus on her clit. Settling into the pillows, she quickened the pace hitting forcefully her sensitive spot, losing herself to the pleasure. She imagined she was straddling Henry, riding him torturously slowly at first but then she would go fast and hard as she enjoyed the transfixed look on his face. The way he would fill her with each thrust, finding the end of her over and over as his hands gripped her hips was turning her on to no end. She wondered how he would kiss her, god, she wanted to know how he kissed so badly. Would his kisses be loving and caring? Deep and fervent? Hard and passionate?

Suddenly, images of Henry kissing her everywhere entered her mind and couldn't help but speed up the pace, panting as her orgasm was nearing. Her cheeks were blushed, the hand stroking her clit had dropped at some point to grip the sheets and she was biting her lower lip as her hips and fingers never stopped moving. She felt the familiar tightening up in her belly, and couldn't stand it anymore. She let go of the sheets and brought her free hand back to her clit, pressing at it hard, rubbing earnestly until she was moaning and her hips thrusted against her hand uncontrollably.

Screaming Henry's name, she came hard. Her body tensed, every muscle contracting and then releasing in delicious, sheer pleasure as her orgasm flooded with brutal force. Her legs were trembling so she let her fingers rest inside for a moment, calming herself down. When her tremors subsided coming down from her high, she was panting, her body drenched in a thin layer of sweat.

She laid there completely spent as she realized what had just happened: yes, she had made herself come thinking about Henry. Her married work partner. Who loved his wife and wanted nothing more than to fix things with her. This was the whole reason he was in her life to begin with. But what was it? Was it curiosity getting the best of her? Was it physical attraction? Or was she feeling something more?

It was a good thing her imagination was so vivid as before she fell asleep that night, she figured this would be the only way to be this close to Henry.

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