I swear this fic is like a gift that keeps on giving.
Henry deserves some loving too... Let me know what you thought in the reviews!

Elizabeth tried to tame the eager smirk on her lips as Henry walked in their bedroom after coming home from an ethics department meeting. She had just gotten a new piece of lingerie and was excited to show it off. It was a lacy body suit, fancier than what she would normally get, but it was simply too beautiful to pass up. Elizabeth normally only went for lingerie that she could actually wear functionally under clothing in case she ran out of more comfortable undergarments (since becoming Secretary of State, laundry had fallen far behind on the list of priorities, and this meant—much to Henry's enjoyment—that lingerie was a regular part of her clothing). She didn't really need the help of racy under clothing to seduce her husband, but it certainly helped her confidence when he practically drooled at the sight of her.

Elizabeth rose from the fainting couch and greeted him with a lingering kiss, but he couldn't seem to relax into it. Picking up on this immediately, she broke away and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Sorry, babe. I'm just frustrated about the department meeting." He brushed past her and towards the bathroom without even noticing the lacy edge of the bodice that poked out from the bathrobe. He emerged in his pajamas and plopped down on the chaise. Elizabeth climbed behind him, massaging the tension from his shoulders.

"I'm sorry to hear that, but maybe I can help to take your mind off of it..." She not-so-subtly pressed her chest into his back, hoping that he'd take the hint.

He did not. Instead, he said, "Good idea. I'm going to go order some pizza. Maybe I can eat my feelings."

Elizabeth sighed, discouraged as she watched him leave to call in the order. With him so distracted with work, her plans would have to be postponed... Or did they?

Henry has always been a generous lover, and she had been meaning to pay him back. This presented a perfect opportunity.

He came back in, grumbling about the meeting. "I set out to create a new department that would help future military leaders make conscious, just decisions and instead had to sort out a petty fight over a parking spot." He sat back down on the chaise. Elizabeth let him vent for a few minutes then slipped out from behind him and stood directly in front of him.

"Henry."

"Yeah?" He stopped his rant and looked up at her. She took a deep breath to steady herself. Showtime, she thought, and let the robe drop. Henry's eyes became dark and intense, somewhere between awe and lust. His jaw went slack, a tongue flicking out to lick his lips. His hands, seemingly autonomously, stretched out to brush his fingertips along the fine lace that decorated her waist.

Elizabeth hooked a finger under his chin and drew his gaze back up to hers. "Like what you see?"

"I— you look— I mean— Yes. Wow," He stammered. "Is this new? I mean, I'd remember if you'd worn this before. When did you get this?"

Instead of answering his question, she smiled seductively and leaned forward, placing her hands on his knees. Noting the way his eyes glanced down to her cleavage, she lightly dug her nails into his thighs as she slowly slid them upward. Henry squirmed a little, perhaps due to the growing bulge in his pants. He dipped his head to her breasts, placing gentle kisses just above the trim of her bodice. Meanwhile, his hands traveled down, settling on her rear and giving a nice squeeze. Elizabeth's movements stopped momentarily before she dislodged his lips by slipping a hand under his shirt and removing it. The other hand brushed over his clearly defined erection causing him to groan. He tried to pull her down to his lap, but she resisted and instead went to her bedside table.

"What are you doing?" Henry asked in a low voice. She walked back towards him, holding up a bottle of lube.

"Let me take care of you," Elizabeth whispered, kneeling in front of him. She tugged at his sweatpants, and Henry lifted his hips enough for her to slide his pants off, his briefs following shortly after.

"You've been so generous, lately," she purred. "It was only fair that I repay you." She squeezed a large drop of lube on to her hand. Henry sucked in a loud breath when she took hold of the base of him. She altered her pace and hold, never quite settling into a rhythm.

"You've always been an exceptional lover, Henry," she said in a low, sultry tone. "I love when you take care of me," she playfully nipped at his inner thigh, "just as much as I love taking care of you." Without breaking eye contact, she lowered her head and dragged her tongue around the tip at a torturously slow pace. After a few minutes of teasing, she closed her lips around him and began to suck, hand pumping his length. Elizabeth's left hand that had been resting on his thigh began to gently massage his balls.

"Yes," Henry said, voice a throaty growl. "That's it."
Elizabeth moaned in response. Watching how much her husband was enjoying this was turning her on quite a bit. She became aware of the way the lace was scratching at her nipples and the moisture gathering at her center. His gaze turned wild and dark, his breaths became ragged gasps. Years of practice told her he was getting close. Wanting to prolong his pleasure, Elizabeth pulled back suddenly.

"Tell me what you want, Henry," she asked, voice low and gravely.

"Please, Elizabeth. Make me come."

She restarted her movements with renewed vigor, spurred by his increasingly loud moans. She wouldn't call herself a sex goddess, but when her husband was squirming under her firm grip and begging for release, she certainly felt like one. Each exhale was punctuated by a small cry, each one slightly louder than the last. Suddenly, Henry's fingers dug into her scalp as he let out a loud moan. She felt him pulse in her hand as he came in her mouth. His hips thrust forward as his body went rigid for a moment. His eyes were shut, lips formed in an "oh."

Completely spent, he collapsed back on the chaise, eyes closed and chest glistening with sweat. Elizabeth released her grip on him and smiled at her handiwork. She stood up and went to the bathroom to dash her hands and rinse out her mouth. As she re-emerged, the landline rang.

"Hello?" she answered, slipping on her robe at the same time. "I'll be right down, thanks Frank."

Henry cracked his eyes open. "Where are you going?"

"Downstairs. Food's here. I'm going to go get it; you stay here," she whispered.

"Couldn't move even if I wanted to. You're amazing."

Elizabeth threw him a semi-successful wink then headed downstairs.

"Triple meat pizza," she said when she returned, "I like the way you think, Dr. McCord."

Henry caught her elbow as she walked past. He took the box from her and set it down on the floor. "Come here. We haven't kissed yet."

She let him pull her down to straddle his lap, melting into a tender kiss as he ran his hands up her waist.

"This is... exquisite," Henry said of the bodysuit when they broke apart.

Elizabeth blushed. "Thanks."

He captured her lips again. The kisses slowly grew in their intensity, and Elizabeth felt her body becoming aroused once again. She felt a hand snake up her back and begin to pull one of the straps down.

"The pizza, Henry."

"We can reheat it. I've got plans for you," he growled.