She had to leave for Myanmar that morning. The kids were not impressed anymore with her leaving the country, ready to change the world. Henry was used to it by now as well but he never wanted to let her go. He was hoping for a proper goodbye until one of their neighbours stopped by to drop a little bomb. She was frantic. How could people not like the Merry McCords?

Leaving their time to say goodbye limited, it was a quick hug and a peck on the lips before she closed the door behind her. He had hoped for something more, a proper goodbye but there was no time left. He would make sure she felt loved and treasured as soon as she entered their home again.

'Anybody home?' Putting the finishing touches to his writing, he replied: 'Just me.' Hearing her say that that would do, he put his pen down and went to her. He grabbed her but got an 'auwch' from her saying she was all tired. He made a mental note to himself to be gentle with her later when they were in their bedroom. He let her talk about her adventures in Myanmar; so she could get it all out of her system. It had become part of their foreplay, talking about what they had been through and digesting the consequences of wanting to affect change in the world.

Henry sat next to her on the armchair and admitted he had been unable to pull things off with the neighbours. As Henry put his hand on her thigh, Elizabeth tried to sooth him. She wouldn't mind sucking up to Matt and her agents so they would turn off the vehicles. After getting Conrad involved and succeeding in their mission, it was their pair work that made the dream work.

'I like the middle way,' Elizabeth sighed.

Henry assured her that that was winning.

'Well, I like that too,' she turned to her husband, put her left hand on his chest and kissed him. 'Hmm,' his lips were heavenly. She smiled broadly before Henry locked lips with her again. They quickly headed back inside, ready for their night to start.

As soon as their front door fell into its lock, Henry grabbed Elizabeth's hand and spun her around. He pulled her closer to him while he rested against the glass door. 'I was thinking,' he kissed her briefly before continuing, 'now that we've won,'… He pressed his lips to her nose and then her forehead. Elizabeth leaned into him and couldn't help but smile. 'Someone's in a winning mood,' she stated while she pushed off his coat and then took one step back to remove hers. She took both of his hands and led them towards the stairs. 'Weren't you all tired?' Henry asked her as they ascended the stairs.

'I was. I am.' She turned around to face him. As she stood one step higher than him, she put both of her hands on his shoulder and kissed a trail from his mouth to his ear until she whispered softly: 'But I'm never too tired to win one more round.' They locked eyes; she gave him the brightest smile. She kicked off heer high heels and turned around to run up the remaining steps of the stairs. Henry watched her. 'One more round, yeah right,' he shouted. To himself he whispered: 'Make that at least three.'

Elizabeth entered their bedroom a little out of breath; she scanned the room first before she turned around, waiting for her husband to appear in the doorway. As he finally saw her standing in the middle of their bedroom, she eyed him while she opened the zipper of her pants and let the piece of garment fall to the floor: 'Finally, old man, I thought you were going to keep me waiting forever.'

'The key isn't in the winning, it's in the doing,' Henry told her. Simple as that. 'Aaah, now the quotes are back,' she teased him. She needed a Buddhist quote for her work in Myanmar but Henry was unable to provide her with one when they were on the phone. He walked up to her. 'The more difficult it is, the greater the happiness in winning.'

She rolled her eyes. 'Shut up' before pulling him closer by his collar. She turned them around and pushed him onto the chaise longue that was in their bedroom. She climbed on top of him and straddled him. Leaning down, she brought her face closer to his, stuck out her tongue to lick his lips. Her hands went south towards his jeans. She opened the buttons and put her hand in his boxers. She pumped him and stroked him, whispering in his ear: 'She who dares, wins.' With that she guided him to her entrance. She moved her lacy underwear aside and sank down onto him.

The sensation of feeling him inside her, stretching her never got old. She closed her eyes and started a slow rhythm. She put her hands underneath his shirt for leverage. Henry's hands went to her butt to keep her steady rhythm going. He rose every time she moved forward to bury himself deeper inside of her. Elizabeth's head fell backwards as her mouth was slightly opened. She increased her pace, wanting to find out if Henry was truly up for this battle. Nearing her climax, her hands pressed harder into Henry's abs. He felt her walls closing around him and he put his thumb against her clit. Her head snapped forward at the sensation and she came hard. She let her body drop against Henry's, breathing heavily, trying to regain her strength.

Henry who hadn't climaxed yet, pushed his jeans further down and put his feet together and pushed hard into Elizabeth. It earned him a shocked growl from his wife who had not yet recovered from her orgasm. Henry pulled almost all the way out of her before plunging back in hard and with vigour. Her body lunged forward everytime he thrust into her. He put his hand on her love handles while he kept pulling out and pushing in, wanting his own release. As he gradually sped up his pace, he felt himself getting close. He looked up at his wife, her eyes shut tightly biting her lower lip to prevent herself from screaming. This picture of her made him lose all control and he released all he had into her. He pushed her hips down hard as he shuddered the final part of his climax into her. He raised his head, licking a trail from the middle of her two collarbones towards her chin. She grabbed his face and kissed him hard.

'It's too hot,' Henry complained. His jeans collected around his knees, his shirt stuck to his chest. As they both lay there all spent, Henry stroked her back. Her shirt was damp with sweat as well. She sat up and got off of him but not before giving him one more lingering kiss. Henry sat up too and watched as she pulled off her blouse. She dropped it to the floor and glanced over her shoulder to find Henry staring at her. She smiled and brought her hands towards her back, unclasping and removing her bra tossing it with her blouse. 'So,' she spoke as she bent over, removing her tights as well standing butt naked in front of her husband, 'are you going to get rid of your clothes as well or…?' She turned around, standing completely naked in front of him, staring down at where he was still sitting, silently asking him why he didn't undress. It was he who said it was too hot anyways.

Henry got up, stepped out of his boxers and trousers and pulled his shirts off over his head. 'Better?' he asked.

'Talent wins games…,' she said as he came closer to her.

'But teamwork wins championships,' she spoke the final words of the quote as Henry drew his fingers across her abdomen. It was all he did. He looked at her and went towards the bed, sitting on it with his legs crossed. Elizabeth followed his every move. God, he had the best tushy. Now it was Henry's turn to wait for her. He held out his hand, asking her to come to bed as well.

Elizabeth slowly made her way towards their bed and crawled on it. 'What do you want to do?' she asked.

'Play the championship,' he answered with the goofiest smile on his face. 'Come sit with me.' Elizabeth complied and snuck closer to her husband. Sitting on her knees on the bed next to him, he grabbed her thigh and brought her right leg to the other side of his body. 'Sit on me'. Elizabeth's breasts were millimetres from Henry's face. He inhaled her scent and nuzzled himself in her bosom. 'Wrap your legs around my back.' She loved when he instructed her. She was a good student and of course did as she was told. They were now face to face, Elizabeth's arms were tightly around Henry's neck while his were roaming her entire back. He grabbed the back of her neck and looked her deep in the eyes when he wormed his way into her. Elizabeth's mouth fell open immediately. 'Henry,' she whispered.

'What?' he asked as he pressed their mouths together while he started to create friction between them.

With shallow breath she pulled back from his lips. She looked around the room.

He stopped his movements. 'What is it?'

'Have you taped us yet?' she lowered her eyes towards his mouth to see what his reply would be.

He went back in to kiss her hungrily. As he had to release her lips for an intake of breath, Elizabeth grabbed his face with both her hands demanding an answer.

'Henry?'

He started moving her again, back and forward sliding along his hardness.

He increased their speed and force.

Elizabeth began gasping, desperate for air as he brought them to the grand finale of their lovemaking.

Their lips still fighting, their tongues once in a while lapping up saliva from the other to keep hydrated. They came together. Hard. Wet. Spent.

As he leaned his forehead against hers, he asked her in a shaky voice: 'When do you want to watch our very own home movie?'