This is a random continuation of the car scene from 1x12 Stand Off...
...And I may continue up to the bed and breakfast scene where Elizabeth is in her blue lingerie...

"I have to be able to trust you, Henry."
"It wasn't a boys' night out in there, Elizabeth."
"I was nose to nose with terrorists."
"Yes, I get that."
"All right, then what the hell is your point?"
"Stop yelling at me."
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"This is why the intelligence community shouldn't keep secrets from me."
"I agree. Not that we're doing a very good job of it."

The constant arguing over their oldest daughter, the worry of Jason's injury and then the disastrous dinner, it just made Elizabeth want to cry. It was supposed to be their anniversary, 25 years was a big one, and it frustrated her.

It frustrated her that this was the job they had signed up for and that they had to keep these kinds of secrets from one another. The look he was giving her now though makes her shiver, her frustration to the job turning into arousal, her emotions all over the place. She wanted to be angry at him, but she didn't at the same time. She was conflicted and by the time they had reached their hotel and gotten up to their room she was brimming with all sorts of emotions and ready to jump her husband.

Henry knew she was feeling emotional and they had hardly gotten in the door to their suite before she jumped him, pressing him against the door, kissing him fiercely. It hadn't taken long for Henry to join her, his fingers pulling at the mesh material of her scarf, unravelling it from her shoulders, dropping it to the floor before moving his fingers up her back and pulling at the zipper on her dress. He pressed another kiss to her mouth as he let the material of her dress drop to the floor, moving her slightly, she stepped out of it, leaving her in only a strapless bra, her panties and her shoes. Henry's fingers tantalizingly graze against her skin, sending shivers through her body.

Elizabeth ran her hands over his chest, pushing his suit jacket from his shoulders and making quick work of removing his shirt. She loved the feeling of his bare chest against hers – the roughness of his contrasting to the softness of hers. Henry groans when her hand slides between their bodies, rubbing him through his pants. She quickly undoes his fly, slipping her hand inside, stroking him lightly, causing him to jerk at her touch. Henry resists the urge to turn her around and fuck her against the door.

Elizabeth lets out a squeal as he lifts her from the floor, carrying her to the bedroom. As soon as he lays her on the bed her hands are in his hair, pulling his mouth to hers for another kiss. His hands slide down her shoulders, over her chest, fingers flicking against the sensitive skin covered by her bra before he continues down to the waist of her panties. He grips them, sliding them down her legs as his mouth follows their progress, his lips skimming along the bare flesh of her legs. His fingertips trace lazy patterns along her sides, over her legs, inside her thighs. He grins at her when she lightly pulls his hair, attempting to direct him where to touch her.

There is something in the way she looks in this moment – the way he can see her completely losing herself to him – that sends shivers down his spine. He pulls her up slightly, reaching around and unclasping her bra, throwing it aside. His hands slide down her stomach, his eyes holding hers the entire way. He pressed his lips against her breasts, sucking on each one gently before pressing a path of kisses along the smooth skin of her hips and dipping between her legs. Her body arches towards his lips, gasping his name. He smiles at her reaction, grinning as she groans at him as his kisses trail back up her body. His fingers run lazily along her inner thighs, a gentle torture as he kisses her lips, chest and stomach.

Henry looks at Elizabeth, satisfied by the glazed look in her eyes. He's filled with the need to apologise, especially for ruining their evening. As if sensing his thoughts and not wanting him to say anything to ruin the moment. Elizabeth pulls him to her, catching his mouth in a searing kiss, her teeth nipping at his lower lip. He pulls back slightly, teasingly placing light pecks on her lips and along her jaw, hoping she senses his apology in each kiss. His fingers resume their excruciatingly sweet torture between her thighs, each stroke sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

Elizabeth's hand alternates between his shoulders, his back and his hair, unsure where to stay as sensations muddle her mind. Her moans of frustration only serving to motivate him to continue his ministrations, instead of making him touch her where she desperately wanted him to. She greedily reaches for his lips, but he won't be deterred, instead staring at her with a clenched jaw, fighting the urges of his own pleasure. She feels her skin tingle beneath his gaze, and everything disappears around her except for him and the sensations his touches create within her.

He suddenly leans in and kisses her hard, a finger dipping inside her. Her body arches into his touch, all traces of teasing now gone as she gasps into his mouth. His tongue is possessive as he takes in the desperate moans. It's not long before she muffles a cry against his shoulder, her fingers caught in his hair as she shudders against him.

Elizabeth lays in his arms, watching him while he watches her, tracing the angles of his face with her fingers before pulling him into another kiss. Her hands move down his back and hook onto his pants, their tongues battle playfully. Henry pulls back, furiously pulling at his pants, pulling them off with his boxers and moving back on top of her. He supports his weight on his forearms, leaning down to kiss her deeply. Elizabeth moans into his mouth as he enters her, their pace staring off slow and steady but quickly builds. Skin sliding against skin, their bodies lost so physically and emotionally that neither is sure where one begins and the other ends.

Hard, quick movements, feverish kisses and hands everywhere replace the gentleness and teasing from minutes earlier. Elizabeth's nails leave red trails along his back, his teeth doing the same on her shoulder. There is a hunger between them, a desperate need to be as close together as possible.

Henry gasps her name, his body arching into hers, her moments mirroring his. Her hands run down his back, grabbing at his ass as he lifts one of her legs at the knee, pumping into her harder and harder. Everything fades as they come simultaneously, an incoherent mixture of moans and gasps leaving their mouths. They both lay breathless as Henry collapses to the side of her, their legs tangled together as he lazily strokes her hair. He's not sure how much time passes before he finally breaks the silence.

"I'm sorry, babe," he says softly.

Elizabeth can hear the uncertainty in his voice, as if he isn't sure she will accept his apology. She wraps her arms tightly around him, her way of reassuring him that they are alright, her face burying itself into his shoulder, she smiles as his arms tighten around her.

Do-be-do...
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