A/N: here is something sexy :) I promise I am trying to work in actual full length stories. I am.


Prompt: "Quit touching me. Your feet are cold."

Elizabeth shivered audibly, pulling the blanket tighter around her. "How is it so damn cold here?!" she frowned.

Henry chuckled. It was cold, but the way she looked was far too cute. "Sorry babe, I got the heat up to a maximum."

She groaned as she stood, making her way towards the bed with every intention of sinking under the duvet. She disappeared under it, the duvet covering her from head to toe, and sighed with relief as heat began to reach the tip of her toes.

A sly grin spread on his face and he moved towards the bed as well. Pulling the covers, he settled next to her, sealing their bodies with the heavy quilt. He moved his arms to wrap around her and his feet tangled with hers.

"Quit touching me," she groaned. "Your feet are cold."

Shushing her with his lips, he quickly moved on top of her, pressing his weight, and his heat to her freezing figure.

"Quit complaining so much. You know my way of warming is much better," he teased.

Elizabeth giggled, forcing his mouth to hers as her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer to her.

The cover found its way to the floor, along with their clothes and blankets. He collapsed on the bed after, pulling her with him to rest against his bare chest. Sweat covered their bodies and they panted, their hearts pounding loudly.

"Your way is better, I'll admit it."

"See? I told you," he laughed.