Sooo... I can't decide whether I like this chapter or not.
But here it is anyway.
THREE PROMPT CHALLENGE I had to use the words geopolitics, secret word and vanity. Thank you to the tumblr Anon that supplied those…
I thought I would incorporate this prompt with a chapter of Interrupting! Gordon Becker has a lot to answer for! PRICK!
Enjoy.
"I'm sending a message to Russia. You fund a far-right attack on the White House, you can kiss the Balkans good-bye."
"Hmm."
"Yeah."
"I like it when you talk tough."
"Geopolitics as foreplay? That's hot?"
5x09 - Winter Garden
"Henry."
No response.
"Henry."
Still no response.
"Damnit Henry... What are you doing? We're going to get caught," Elizabeth hissed out as Henry's mouth headed south from her ear to her neck.
"Door's locked."
Kiss.
"Your windows are high enough that we can't be seen easily."
Kiss.
"And I made sure that Blake knew to give us a little while together for lunch."
Kiss.
"From what I could see, everyone else was occupied in meetings or out of the office.".
Kiss.
"And you promised me that the next time you talked about 'Geopolitics' you would let me ravish you." He kissed her slowly this time, pulling her with him towards her desk. They had just come back to her office from The White House to work through and discuss events happening in Russia, again, before their scheduled lunch.
"Henry, I thought you meant at home, not in the State Department, and I was in The White House, practically everything I talk about there is Geopolitics, so you can't really think that I meant for this to happen."
"I could hear it in the tone of your voice, Elizabeth, you weren't just commenting on it for the cause, you really meant what you were saying, and I'm positive the little side eye you gave me in the room was proof enough."
"So, now you're a voice analysis expert, you would be good in the CIA." Elizabeth chuckled.
Henry waggled his eyebrows. "I could, if you want me to be, you know. But I quite like being able to listen and read just one person. You. And when I say I can read you…" he points to her face, "...I can see right here, that you actually want this, so…"
"I… Okay, you got me there, I do want this. But… Really? You want to do this in here, in my office? And just to be even more clear, I'm pretty sure the lock is broken on the door to the conference room so it no longer locks."
"Hmm, good point," Henry grabs hold of her hand, leading her to the bathroom off the side of her office, closing the door and locking it. "Is here better?"
"You are really wanting this, aren't you. Are you sure?" Elizabeth asks him again, her eyes shooting from the door he just closed behind them to his face, apprehension in her eyes.
"I want to do this right here. Right here, in your bathroom, I'd have loved to have done it on the nice comfortable couch out there, but this will do." Henry jumped a little on one foot and pouted slightly.
Elizabeth let out a snort, "Pouting doesn't suit you Henry."
"Elizabeth, babe, I really have no other way to say this, so I'm going to say it in the nicest way I possibly can… Please shut up."
Elizabeth looked at him with her eyes wide, "Excuse me?"
"I…," he took a step closer to her and pressed a finger against her lips, "Shhh… Sorry… But you promised me. You promised me that if you ever brought up Geopolitics, even if I didn't stipulate where or when, you promised that you were going to give me something I wanted. And right now, I want this. I want you Elizabeth. I want you in here, like I said I'd have preferred the couch, but I like this idea a lot more now."
"I remember what I said Henry, that night was frustrating for both of us, and if Gordon had not crashed our party for two we wouldn't have had to have that conversation!" Elizabeth growled out, as she tried to move back from him. "I just didn't think you meant in the office, or actually during the day when there are people around."
Henry waved his hand around, "I never really had the inspiration before, you know. I mean I've wanted you in this office for a while, and this is a blatant disregard of your rules, my rules, and whomever else had rules before us in here but you said the magic word. So now you have to get with it.
Elizabeth stared at him, trying to keep her jaw off the floor as she tried to ascertain whether Henry was jerking her around. One glance at the pair of hazel eyes gazing lustfully at her though and she knew it wouldn't take a lot to convince her of his sincerity.
"So, how about it McCord? You going to live up to your end of the bargain?"
Elizabeth knew she had to try and make one last attempt to worm herself out of this part of the bargain. "Why here?" She asked quietly, "Why not at home, in our bed, preferably?"
"I like the irony that you side eyed me in the Oval Office, using words that meant something to us, so now we can do it in the office, where you are meant to be taking notes and signing papers about the said incident.
"Of course you would like the irony," Elizabeth muttered as she moved away from him, further into the bathroom, leaning against the vanity that held the sink.
"So we're all good? And in the interest of anything else, I would prefer the lecture on the inappropriateness of sex in the workplace later, like really later, at home later."
Elizabeth opened her mouth to respond but closed it again, before flapping her hands around in front of her, "well… just get on with it then."
Henry grinned at her, "No need to be like that," he muttered before launching himself at her, letting out a feral growl as he captured her mouth with his own, his tongue demanding entrance, which was quickly granted as soon as Elizabeth melted her body against his. Henry ran his hand down her side, round her hip to touch her ass, bringing it down her thigh and lifting the skirt of her dress up higher. Elizabeth moaned a little in anticipation as Henry brushed his fingers against her wetness.
"Well, for someone who was trying to stall at doing this you're awfully wet," he panted against Elizabeth's mouth.
"Shut up," she breathed harshly, placing her hands on Henry's shoulders and urged him to his knees.
"Elizabeth, have some patience," Henry cooed as his fingers made short work of her underwear under her skirt. Elizabeth wiggled slightly, letting the underwear drop to her ankles, before maneuvering and letting the panties lay on the ground next to her. Henry grinned wickedly at her as he picked up the underwear and spun it around his finger. "Would you prefer I stop now before we get caught then?"
"You dare," her eyes widened and she saw the glint in his eyes, "You are such a tease, Henry McCord," her voice taking on a growl, but breaking off into an embarrassingly high pitched moan as Henry pressed a finger inside of her. "Oh god..."
Henry smiled as he looked up at his wife, loving the way that Elizabeth clenched her eyes and threw her head back. Her normally pale cheeks were flushed red with passion and her short blonde hair had developed a mind of its own, strands flowing in all directions as her head flipped back. This wasn't the first time Henry had found himself marveling at just how beautiful Elizabeth was when she was coming undone. There was a familiar surge of pride that swelled in his chest at the knowledge that he was the one that would do this to her, and that she was loving every second of it.
"Henry," she whispered as her hands gripped lightly at his hair, causing him to look up. "Not comfortable just standing here while you do that."
"Sorry." He mumbled as he removed his finger, her moan causing him to get a little harder. He rose from his kneeling position and lifted her onto the vanity. Elizabeth sat on the edge and leaned back slightly as Henry stood watching her.
Elizabeth looked up, watching him for a second as his eyes glazed over. "Henry?"
"Just admiring the view," he purred. Henry bent down a little in front of her, lifting his hand to her face, stroking her cheek lightly before bringing her face towards his for a gentle kiss. His mouth left hers and he quickly lowered his mouth to her wetness, swirling his tongue around her nub, before allowing his tongue to enter inside of her, making sure that no part of her femininity was neglected.
Elizabeth let out a loud moan and grabbed hold of his hair, pulling at it slightly as his fingers made their way inside of her once again. He brought up one of his hands to take hold of one of hers, entwining them together, as the noises pouring forth from her mouth got a little louder. Henry grinned slightly against her before pulling back and blowing lightly. Elizabeth jumped a little at the feeling, her body stiffening slightly.
"Oh, Henry… Close," Elizabeth breathed.
Henry glanced up, enjoying the view of her face where it angled downward. Her eyes were closed and her lips pursed in concentration, unwilling to let herself go too soon. He removed his fingers from her, quickly unbuttoning his pants as she protested, her eyes now open and full of fiery passion.
Elizabeth grinned at him as she sat up and helped him pull his pants and boxers down. "I'll get you back for that Doctor McCord," she whispered as she took his hard on into her hands and start pumping.
"Jesus, Elizabeth" he groaned out as she pushed herself forward and off the vanity, turning Henry around before kneeling in front of him, her mouth attaching to the end of his cock, sucking gently. Elizabeth smiled against him as she drew him deeper into her mouth, she hummed and swallowed against him, running her tongue along the bottom of him as her head moved back and forward, her hand moving to join in with her mouth. "Elizabeth... Oh god, Elizabeth," he practically screamed her name. There was a wonder in the back of his head that if Blake or any of the other staff that roamed around were to walk into her office then they were truly going to be busted, but he let it go as Elizabeth's mouth left his cock.
"Elizabeth," Henry panted as he watched her. His hands move to cup her head and pull her up towards him, turning their positions round once again, sitting her back on the edge of the vanity. He pulled her head towards his and pressed a heated kiss to her lips, his tongue exploring her mouth.
Elizabeth couldn't stop her hands from finding the front of his shirt, undoing the buttons as quickly as she could. She pushed it down his arms, pulling it off and throwing it into the corner of the room. He helped her, releasing her lips with a moan and pulling his undershirt off, throwing it in the same direction as Elizabeth just threw his shirt. Her head ducked, kissing his neck, nipping her teeth against his collarbone as her hands ran up and down his chest
He reached round to her back, pulling at the zip of her dress. He pushed the dress up her body, skimming her bra-clad breasts as he went. She moaned low, grinding her pelvis into his leg.
She pressed a hard kiss to his lips as he threw the dress away from them. He groaned, moving to unclasp her bra. Elizabeth shook her head, pulling away from him. His breath was heavy, coming out in pants, as he looked at her.
"Come here," He whispered, flexing a finger.
She chuckled slightly and she moved closer to the edge of the vanity, pressing a kiss to his chest before snaking her arms around his shoulder, weaving her fingers into his hair and bringing him closer. "This close enough?" she whispered as she felt him wrap his arms around her and cup her butt. In return, she wrapped her long legs around his waist. His tongue slid across her bottom lip, begging for entrance. His hands caressed her butt as his tongue explored her mouth.
Elizabeth pulled away from him suddenly, looking at him, making him understand what she was thinking before she said it. 'Think we could skip the rest?'
"God, I'm so glad I can read your mind," Henry grinned out as he brought his mouth to hers once again; slowly leaving it he kissed down to her neck and back again as she ground her body against his.
She couldn't stop the groan that escaped her lips as his erection hit a sensitive spot, she slapped a hand over her mouth and let her head fall back, she groaned again as his mouth took one of her breasts into his mouth and his fingers wound into her hair.
She moaned and pushed her pelvis into his. She unwound her legs, letting them fall limply off the vanity. The passion in her eyes caught him off guard as she looked down at him sucking her nipple.
"We say we're gonna stop with the foreplay, but it doesn't happen. What's that all about."
"I have no clue, but I don't want to play games anymore. I want you, now. I feel like I haven't had you in such a long time and need you," she growled, "Now!."
"You definitely used Geopolitics on purpose today, didn't you?"
Elizabeth grinned devilishly up at him, "So what if I did."
"Elizabeth McCord, you teasing, naughty woman. You made me think you didn't want this. You might want to rethink that CIA policy of yours where you apparently can't lie to anyone, especially me, cause I was ready to fall for it and walk away," he grinned at her. "But I think I like your naughty side and all that comes with it."
"Good to know. Now if you don't mind. Time's getting on," she grinned again, and let out a long moan as she felt him position himself at her entrance. In one swift movement, he slid into her, right to the hilt. Her head fell back, almost cracking it off the wall behind her and she let out a guttural moan, he kissed her neck as he began to thrust into her. Elizabeth brought her head back to face him, her eyes never leaving his as he thrust. She moaned, moving her hips in rhythm with his. Her legs tightly wrapping back around his waist.
"Please, Henry," Elizabeth whispers quietly. He moves his left hand, pressing his fingers against her clit. He buries his other hand into her hair, kissing her desperately as he slowly thrusts in and out of her. She groans at the feeling of having him inside her. An hour ago, she was at the White House and now here she was in her office bathroom letting her husband fully sheath himself into her. Henry drops his hand from her hair to pull her right leg higher up his waist, dragging another moan from them both.
Elizabeth braces both of her hands upon his shoulders and he keeps his hand on her thigh, the other moving from her clit to play with the hair at the base of her neck. Agonisingly slow, he pulls out of her, only to thrust back in with speed and force that pulls a surprised gasp from her lips. From then he sets a fast pace, kissing her hard, tightening his grip on her hair, pushing her back a little as he pounds into her, her heels digging into his ass as her legs tightened around his waist, her knuckles went white as she moved to grip onto the edge of the vanity as Henry's mouth moves to nibble at her collarbone.
It didn't take long for both of them to reach their climaxes, groaning loudly as he collapsed against her, feeling her spasm now around his flaccid cock. "That was just wow," he whispered before moving away slightly so he wasn't putting his whole weight against her.
"Couldn't agree more," she whispered back as she turned her head and pressed a kiss to his temple. "Although, maybe next time we use a secret code word, maybe we should wait until we are at home, I feel like I could fall asleep now." Her fingers moved up and down his arm as she tried to stay awake.
They both jumped as a knock interrupted their peace. "Uh... Madam Secretary, Dr McCord, you do realize that the bathroom isn't soundproof right? And I'm sorry to break up what I am sure is now an awkward moment but I have Minister Chen calling for you Ma'am," He finished causing Elizabeth to blush and Henry to open and close his mouth like a fish. They could hear Blake walk away muttering to herself.
"Oh, dear god." Elizabeth muttered to herself. "Secret words are never being used in the workplace again."
Henry actually blushed slightly and grinned at her. "At least we made it through the whole thing without being interrupted this time."
They both laughed as they got themselves redressed and sorted before leaving the bathroom, Henry pressed a kiss to her lips and left the office while Elizabeth turned to her desk and began to sit down to talk to Minister Chen.
Lunchtime was over, but she had had the best meal.
I've got ideas coming out the wazoo for this, and now my child has started school full time I can possibly write more and a little faster without her distractions.
But don't hold me to that, my muse is a prick... just like Gordon Becker!
Remember reviews are my friend.