A/N: I forgot about all these, it's nice to be reminded of them. Thanks for all the lovely comments, I love reading them!


Prompt: "The skirt is supposed to be this short."

His hand trailed under the table and up her thigh under her skirt, moving deliberately slow, feeling the goosebumps erupt on her skin.

"Henry," she warned, shooting him a look.

He smirked, but his hand only moved further. "I want to get you out of here, and I plan to use all means necessary," he whispered in her ear.

Locking her hand around his wrist, she seized his movements. "We are at the White House, and we are at an official government event. Behave!"

Pressing his lips together, he retreated. "You are not playing a fair game. You wear this skirt, that just screams "fuck me", and you expect me to just ignore it."

Gasping, Elizabeth turned to face him, a coy smile on her face. "I don't know what you're talking about. This skirt is supposed to be this short."

Henry narrowed his eyes. "I'm going to the bathroom. You better join me."

He disappeared into the corridors of the White House. Elizabeth could still feel the warmth of his hand on her thigh and she sighed in frustration. She was looking for this exact reaction when she put that skirt on. She just wasn't expecting him to start something quite like that until they got back home. But then again, wasn't this part of the thrill? Reaching for her purse, she excused herself from the table and walked in the same direction her husband went a few moments earlier. If someone noticed, she didn't care.

"Henry?" she called as she entered the empty bathroom.

Before she could comprehend what was going on, he had her chest pinned to the door, her skirt already lifted up to her waist. Wasting no time, he pushed hard inside of her and pressed his chest to her back.

Elizabeth gasped, her fingernails scratching the wooden frame. She threw her head back and shut her eyes.

"Is this what you had in mind?" he muttered in her ear.

"Harder," she pleaded, and damn, he complied.