They had an amazing night two weeks ago and a couple of more after that. Every time since she wondered whether or not Henry had captured their lovemaking on film. She figured he would tell her afterwards or at least show it to her, but he hadn't done that so far. And now, she wasn't sure if they were ever going to make love again.

'I'm just really tired, I'm gonna go to bed.'

'I'm so sorry Henry….'

'Aren't we all?'

'When I think about how he must have died… '

'Look, I love you but I can't talk about this right now.'

'I'm afraid I might say something I can't take back.'

'Henry, we need to talk.'

'Do you wanna go to counselling? Start talking to lawyers?'

'It's my fault. I'm angry at you.'

How could things go so horribly wrong? Everything he had said kept replaying in her head. His words. He had never sounded like this before. Never had she felt so uncertain about how things were going to turn out. She was scared. It kept her awake for three nights in a row. She figured something had to be done.

When she got home from the state department, she found him sitting in between their two daughters on the couch. She kissed the heads of two of the most beautiful creatures he had made with her. She made a mental note to kiss Jason goodnight later. While Allison kept talking about her father and him scoring points at the winter fair at school, Elizabeth eyed him but he didn't want to hear any of it. He was being modest. Instead of telling him to be proud of himself, she decided it was best to ignore him and she lingered with her youngest daughter to play with her hair some more.

He got up. Turned to her. There was a softness she hadn't seen for days now.

He asked if she wanted to go for a walk. Of course she would. She'd walk him anywhere. She'd walk to the end of the earth with him if that got them to talk and make things right again.

'Uneventful.'

'That's worth something.'

'That's worth a lot.'

'I quit my job today.'

'I guess I just needed some time to process … well everything.'

'If that's what you want. Good.'

'Just to be 100 % clear, we do not need to be starting to lawyers.'

'I'm not getting rid of you that easily.'

'You're a good person, Elizabeth.'

'We just keep trying our best.'

Things were looking up. She linked her arm with his and drew him closer to her. It was a first step in the right direction. Walking home arms entwined, the silence that fell upon them made her feel comfortable and aching all at once. She knew there were still so many things left unsaid. But they were getting closer again and that's all she wanted. No need to start conversations she knew would end in heated discussions and dead silence afterwards.

Henry immediately went upstairs once they entered their townhouse again. He gave her a soft kiss on the side of her mouth. It was enough for now. It was a first step. Elizabeth wanted more, it had been a week since they'd kissed each other and it was too long. She needed more but she didn't want to push him. If he was ready, he'd let her know for sure.

Elizabeth read through some files in her home office before she decided to call it a night. When she looked at the clock, she figured Henry must have already fallen asleep. Like he had for the past week. His back turned away from her side of the bed. A space between them that seemed not traversable.

When she entered the bedroom, tears sprung to her eyes. She brought her hands to her mouth; it looked as if it became easier to breathe that way.

'What's all this?' she asked him once she had swallowed away the tears that would prevent her from pronouncing anything comprehendible.

'This is making it right.' He approached her from the windowsill where he'd been waiting for her after he had put what seemed like hundreds of candles across the room. It had taken him about half an hour to light them all, so he was grateful she had stayed downstairs for this long.

'I'm sorry for all the things I've said.' He sighed.

'I'm sorry for blaming you,' he kept going.

He looked down.

'Henry,' she whispered barely audible.

'I'm sorry for neglecting you. I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for allowing this distance between us. I'm sorry for not holding you in my arms the previous nights. I'm sorry for being so awfully stubborn. I'm s… '

'Henry,' she tried to interrupt. Figuring he hadn't heard her the first time she tried.

'…orry for making you feel anything but loved. I'm sorry for making you feel all alone. I'm sorry for …'

'Henry!' she tried again. This time a bit louder.

'… not making things right from the very beginning. I'm sorry for making you feel anything less …'

She walked over to him, careful not to burn her feet or set her pants on fire with all the candles that were burning on the floor. She put her arms around his neck, crushed her body against his and hugged him tighter than she had ever done in their three decades of loving each other.

'… but loved.'

He put his hand around her neck, burying her face even deeper in his shoulder. He felt his shirt getting wet.

'I'm so sorry,' he whispered near her ear. No one could hear his apology but her.

He pulled away to look at her. He used both his thumbs to brush away the tears that had started to fall uninterruptedly from her beautiful eyes.

'Please forgive me, Elizabeth.'

She couldn't do anything but nod. He lifted her face with his hands around her neck. He drowned in the pools of blue and was drawn to her wanting lips.

They locked. In every way. Their eyes locked first. She then took his hands from her neck, locked their fingers together and brought them in between them, resting near both of their hearts. Their lips followed. His mouth captured her upper lip, nibbling and sucking it for the longest time. Not wanting to let her go. Their middles locked like magnets. Their body heat exceeded the heat of the candles burning below them. Their chests drew to one another as soon as their hands dropped to their sides and started roaming each other's body. Locking in all the right places.

Bringing his hands to her butt, he picked her up in one swift motion and she immediately brought her legs around his waist. Locking.

His hands found her butt cheeks blindly and he squeezed them before sliding his hands upwards along her sides, his fingers tickling her spine until he reached her neck. He held her close to him while invading her mouth and sliding his tongue along hers as they kissed passionately for eternity.

She sighed in his mouth before pulling away to take a deep breath. 'Baby,' she whispered as she brought her hands around his neck. 'Make love to me,' was the simple order she gave him before diving her tongue into his mouth again.

He carried her the three steps to the windowsill and put her down on it. He started to unbutton her black blouse lazily. Making sure to send electric jolts through her body as he brushed her cheeks, her breasts, her stomach and her love handles. Once he got it off of her, he placed it next to her, not wanting to throw it across the room and start a fire. He started to unzip her pants next. She pushed herself up on her arms so he could slide it down her legs. Placing the garment with her black shirt.

His hands slid up her entire body, starting with her ankles, across her calves, round her knees, along her thighs, following to squeeze her sides, rubbing her stomach until his hands landed on her breasts. The way her breasts fit into his hands was something that made him absolutely sure they were made for each other. He brought his hot palms across her back in search for her clasp. She looked up at him and smiled. She brought her hands to his and then guided them to the front again.

'It opens in the front,' she hissed, arousal obviously present in her voice.

He raised a brow and noticed her words and the way she spoke stimulated his ever-growing penis. He bucked into her when he finally found the clasp and her breasts fell free. He removed her bra slowly, mesmerized by her breasts. He bent down and bit the underside of her right boob before sliding his tongue upward and around her nipple. Planting kisses along her chest and collarbone, he did the same with her left breasts but not before pressing a kiss to her heart.

Her hands got stranded in his hair as he was paying attention to her breasts. Her breathing became shallow, knowing it was time to get rid of his clothes. She pulled down his boxers as far as she could, using her legs to slide them farther down so he could step out of them. His erection free and brushing against her leg, she touched him and squeezed his balls before tugging at the hem of his shirt, urging him to allow her to take it off.

Her panties were the only piece of garment that had not been shed. He pushed it aside to test if she was ready for him. She shivered as she ran his knuckles along her wetness. Her head fell back so she didn't see it coming. He scooped her up from the windowsill, her legs around his waist again, and carried her with him towards their bed.

He sat down on her side of the bed with her on his lap. She couldn't help but slowly ride against him, arousing him to no end. He settled on her side, their bodies languidly resting onto each other. His hands slid underneath her panties and pushed them down as far as he could. He turned her on his side and grabbed her panties to tear them all the way down her legs and off her feet. She squirmed. She was so sensitive. Every touch of his made her shiver. He grabbed her right calf and brought it around his waist. Lying on their sides, he on her side of the bed, she on his side, they finally overcame the distance that had been present between them for far too long.

He pulled her towards him and was able to penetrate her in one fluent motion. She gasped, never leaving his eyes, as they melted into one another. Her hand went around the back his neck as he started a slow but steady rhythm. The sweat on their foreheads mingled as they touched, casually kissing each other whenever they felt the need. Henry brought his left hand to her butt, caressing when he pushed into her, squeezing it when he pulled out of his wife.

Elizabeth's mouth was forming an O which meant she was nearing her climax. His hand left her butt cheeks in search of her clit. He didn't need long to find it. He had memorized her body within their first month of dating when they had explored every inch of each other's bodies almost every night after their first lovemaking session.

She squeezed her eyes shut, breathing heavily as he put just the right amount of pressure to her most sensitive area. 'Henry,'… 'I'… 'can't' … .

'Let go, babe.' He managed to hush as his tongue slid inside her mouth.

'Come with me,' was the last command she made. Her fingers grazed the underside of his balls and that was it. He bucked into her and spilled everything he had to offer inside of her. She gladly accepted it and squeezed him until he had given her all of him.

They remained lying on their sides for minutes, entwined and locked in every single way. Not feeling the need to pull out of her. Not feeling the need to move. Their hands and fingers were still in the same area touching each other where they were most sensitive. She kissed him softly and moved closer to him so he could wrap himself around her. Just the way she liked him to. Locking her into his arms and legs, enveloping her as if she could never escape from him.