Hey guys! I know this isn't quite the part two that people were probably expecting, but I hope it's okay.

Elizabeth slowly blinked awake from her mid-morning nap. Normally, waking up from an unplanned snooze would have caused a bit of a panic over the lost time, but that Sunday had been an unusually peaceful afternoon, both in the McCord house and in the world. Granted, she probably had reports to read and policies to write, but she didn't care. Her husband's lap was quite comfortable, and the view she had of his jawline was unmatched. a hand reached up and stroked the five o'clock shadow that was appearing on his chin.

"Hey there, beautiful." Henry smiled down at her. "Enjoy your nap?"

"Yeah." She let her eyes close again, reveling in the serenity and comfort until she was almost asleep once again.

Then Henry's hand slipped under her shirt. Her eyes snapped open, and he smiled innocently as his hand traveled up her ribcage at a leisurely pace. He drew delicate circles along the soft skin where her breast met her ribs. He was in no rush, tracing his fingers wherever he pleased. Elizabeth knew exactly what was in store for her, and she was content to let him take the lead. She sighed and let her eyes close again, but this time, sleep wasn't on her mind.

Minutes dragged by, and Elizabeth started to get impatient so she grabbed his wrist and forced his hand up to her tingling breasts. He chuckled at her impatience but heeded her request. Skilled fingers circled and teased raised peaks causing her to alternatively gasp and moan. Only after she was panting did he begin to move his hands further down her body. Her legs parted eagerly after she shoved her pants off her hips.

Elizabeth always thought that forearms were such an underrated bit of anatomy. There was something incredibly hot about watching the tendons flex as his hand disappeared down her panties. He began to rub gentle circles over her clit, and she let out a soft, contented sigh, a blissful smile settling upon her lips. There was a warm buzz in her abdomen, faintly reminiscent of the way she felt after a nightcap. She was certainly a woman who was in touch with her sexuality, both metaphorically and literally, and therefore perfectly capable of achieving an orgasm by herself, but nothing could compare to his hands. When he touched her like that, the world seemed to fade away until it was just the two on them and boundless pleasure.

Henry varied his speed and pressure, slowly but surely allowing the pleasure build up at the apex of her thighs but never giving quite enough to send her over. It was the sweetest torture.

Elizabeth whimpered. "Baby please..."

"The more you beg, the longer I'll make you wait," he growled. Elizabeth shivered. She would never admit it aloud (though Henry undoubtedly already knew), but she loved it when he got like this. Though it may have seemed that Henry had all the control, she knew she still had some leverage in the situation. She knew he couldn't deny her when she was trembling in his arms with his fingers half-way inside her as she moaned softly in his ear. It made what he did next all that more unexpected.

He stopped abruptly. Elizabeth opened her eyes, furious that he would leave her like that.

"Henry! What the f—"

"I'm going to count down from five. When I get to zero, you're going to come, but not before then. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Five."

She squirmed impatiently against his movements, desperately seeking more friction.

"Four."

Her breaths came in increasingly fast and sharp pants, a little moan punctuating each one.

"Three."

She shut her eyes and tried hard to control herself, but she was so close.

"Two."

Elizabeth clawed at his chest, tangling her fingers on his collar to anchor herself to something.

"One."

He seemed intent on making her suffer, taking a much longer pause.

"Henry!" she begged. "Baby, please." Her thighs were shaking uncontrollably.

"Zero."

Elizabeth cried out loudly as her body convulsed with ecstasy. Pulse after pulse of pleasure flooded her system. When the aftershocks of euphoria were subsided from her limbs, she collapsed heavily on his lap, completely out of breath. When she came back to her senses, she opened her eyes and looked up at Henry, whose half-lidded, warm hazel eyes sparkled with love.

"Hey," he murmured. "You good?"

Elizabeth smiled shyly and nodded. She was always a little embarrassed after she came despite three decades of fantastic sex. Instead of looking him in the eye, she focused on smoothing out his shirt where she had been gripping it.

"You know," she mused, "we've still got the whole afternoon..."

He smiled knowingly. "We've still got the whole bottle of wine from Christmas."

"I like the way you think, Professor."

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