AN: I come offering picnic smut. It's pretty obvious when this takes the turn and it goes to the end. Enjoy (or don't, whatever you prefer).

Anniversary 2.0

Elizabeth wondered if he remembered. She wouldn't forget. She couldn't forget the day that she'd taken a chance. Elizabeth's original desire to have some sort of social life on the weekends had somehow turned into a deep love. "Hey, why don't you come by my room after class?" she'd offered when she'd called him that morning.

"Absolutely. Should I bring dinner?" he asked.

"Nope. I got it covered."

Late that afternoon she had everything ready. She smiled as she looked at the brown paper bag that sat on her desk. It contained two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, a bag of pretzels and a banana. The throw from the seating area outside the tutoring center was tossed over the back of the chair. She'd return it tomorrow, but she still felt a little guilty that she borrowed it without asking.

Elizabeth was nervous about the evening and had paced her room, the hallway, and the lounge. She was taking another lap when she met Henry at the top of the stairs. "Hi," she said, and leaned in to kiss him.

They walked down the hall to her room. Henry took his coat off and sat down crosswise on her bed, leaning against the wall. She crawled up and sat with her feet crossed next to him. "Do you know what today is?"

He smiled and studied her. "It's January 23rd," he said.

"And do you know what happened on January 23rd last year?" she asked.

Henry stopped to think about it. Classes had been going for a few weeks. "What classes did I have last year at this time?" A smile spread across his face. "I think I had a certain lunch date on the fly that worked out pretty well."

She broke into a wide smile. "I didn't know if you'd remember. I wasn't sure if the date was as important to you as it was to me."

"It ended up being the best day of my life," he said. He leaned in and kissed her. "What's the plan for tonight?"

"We're recreating our date!" Elizabeth grinned widely. It was usually Henry who was the sentimental one. Tonight, she was having fun embracing that role.

Henry scooted off the bed and picked up the throw off of the chair and spread it on the floor. "Is this?" he asked and she sheepishly nodded. "You stole the blanket from the library?" He tilted his head to the side in both disbelief and amusement.

"Authenticity is important. And I'm taking it back first thing in the morning," she said.

"I love you," he said, laughing. They sat down and she pulled the food from the bag. They ate together, talking freely this time, reminiscing the past year.

When there was a break in their discussion, they looked out and realized it was now dark. The clock showed the passage of nearly four hours. "Wow, babe. I should probably head back to my apartment."

Elizabeth bit her lip. "Uh, if you have no other plans, I'd like you to stay. With me."

Henry's eyes doubled in size. "Oh, um..."

Elizabeth tried to keep her expression even, but Henry could sense the disappointment. "If you don't want to, that's ok."

"No, no, no. It's not that. Please don't think that." He leaned in, "I just wasn't thinking about that being a possibility. I don't have," Henry paused, slightly embarrassed. "Uh, I don't have protection."

Elizabeth was staring at her lap, slightly annoyed at herself that she was embarrassed to be talking about this. Theoretically, this was a practical discussion that they should have before having sex, and in her head, she knew that. In reality, she was painfully nervous about the whole topic. She shoved her insecurities to the side. "I've been on the pill for several months, so unless there is something else I need protection from?"

Henry's head snapped up, interrupting her. "No! Certainly not! His reaction caused her to laugh. He leaned in, putting his hand on her shoulder. "You're beautiful, you know that?"

She said nothing, but stood and offered her hand to Henry. He took it and allowed her to help pull him up. Elizabeth felt the nervous energy coursing through her. She shifted restlessly. He rested his hands on her waist and looked into her eyes. She saw his love for her there. "I love you, Henry." Her hands slid up his chest and settled on his cheeks, pulling him down. Her lips landed on his and she kissed him. She slid her tongue into his mouth and it tangled with his. Her kiss was slow, almost reverent, and he was breathless when she broke the kiss. "Make love to me Henry," Elizabeth murmured against his lips.

Henry swallowed thickly and let his thumbs skim underneath her shirt and beneath the waistband of her jeans, her abdominal muscles twitching under his touch. Elizabeth let her hands drop to Henry's chest and began unbuttoning his shirt. When she got to the last one, he shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor. He pulled her tee over her head and began peppering her neck and collarbone with kisses while his hand cupped her bra covered breast. She hummed her approval and Henry smiled against her shoulder. "I want to make you feel good. Tell me what you like." Immediately, she tensed against him, caused Henry to furrow brow. "What babe?"

She dropped her head, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. She closed her eyes. It was yet another consequence of her parents death. Not that she would've been chatting with her mom about that, but she would've had normal high school experiences and probably dated and experimented and she would know what she liked. Instead, she spent those years being closed off, afraid of getting too close to anyone. Elizabeth looked up at Henry and answered him honestly. "I don't know. I don't have a lot of experience at this."

He kissed her softly and smiled. "Then I guess we'll find out together. But, please, be truthful with me. I promise you won't hurt my feelings if you tell me to change something or not do something. The whole point is for us to connect and pleasure each other. Both of us."

She nodded. "I like it when you kiss your way down my chest," she said quietly.

"Then we'll start there," he said, brushing her lips before sucking the flesh behind her ear. She exhaled a ragged breath, and tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging his head lower. He worked over her neck and along her collarbones. "Come." Henry led Elizabeth the few steps to her bed. He pulled the quilt back. She sat down and scooted to the middle of the bed. Henry slid to sit behind her and whisked her hair to one side and planted a row of kisses from her hairline to her shoulder, unhooking her bra in the process. He pulled the straps down her arms and tossed the garment off onto the floor.

Starting with her shoulders, he massaged his way past her shoulder blades before working around to her breasts. He pulled her back to lay on his chest, first kneading both breasts before teasing her nipples into hard peaks between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned, arching her back and pushing into his hands. "You like that?" he whispered, nibbling the shell of her ear.

He let go and slid his hands down her abdomen, closer to where the ache was building. "Henry," she murmured. He let her go and moved to lay next to her, but picked up right where he left off, sliding his hand over her jeans and pressing between her legs. "Oooh, mmm," she hummed, rocking her hips into his hand. He pulled away and she groaned at the loss but he unbuttoned her jeans and she pushed at them, wiggling them down. Henry pulled them off along with her panties, before standing and letting his own jeans fall to the floor. He looked down at Elizabeth, laying naked and wanting before him. Her breathing was shallow and her eyes wide with anticipation and dark with lust. Henry was half gone already.

He lay back down next to her and kissed her passionately. His erection was pressed to her thigh and she could feel the dampness accumulating between her legs. Elizabeth shifted to turn into him. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and pulled her hand to his penis. "Touch me."

Elizabeth timidly wrapped her fingers around him and he bucked into her. "God, you feel good." She pumped him and he cried out, pushing into her leg. Her arousal climbed realizing the effect she had on him. Henry's hand reached between her legs and his fingers slipped through her folds, spreading her wetness around. Elizabeth moaned and squeezed her thighs together. "Is that not ok?"

Her voice was ragged, "It's good, so good." He inserted a finger and she squealed. Henry continued his ministrations, adding a second finger, stretching her to prepare for what was to come. She teetered on the brink of pain, but the pressure was building which made the uncomfortable feeling almost desirable.

"Can I be in you?" Henry asked. Elizabeth nodded and tipped his head to kiss him again.

"Please." Elizabeth pushed at his hips to square up with hers. His hardness was pressed between her legs. Henry took his weight on one arm and took hold of himself and slid his cock through her folds. He pushed his tip just inside and she screamed, clamping down on him.

"Oh my God, babe. Relax." After a minute, she relaxed enough that Henry could move. "Can I?" he started and Elizabeth immediately nodded. Slowly, he pushed the rest of his length into her. She was so tight that he wasn't sure he needed to move at all in order to come. Her muscles were clenched around him. Henry slipped his hands underneath Elizabeth, cradling her close while he pressed open mouthed kisses on her neck.

When she relaxed, he started a slow rhythm, trying to hold himself off, allowing her time to build back up. She wrapped her legs around his waist. "Oh Henry," she moaned, her voice strained as she neared the edge. Henry quickly pulled his hand out from under her and found her clit, stroking it as he struggled not to come without her. Suddenly she arched her back and her hips slammed into his and her muscles clamped down, forcefully stopping all movement. He exploded into her coming harder than he thought possible. He collapsed on Elizabeth, unable to move.

Both were sweaty and exhausted. Henry finally pulled out and rolled off of Elizabeth. He took a moment and then rolled back into her side, kissing her cheek. "Thoughts?" he asked.

"I'm going to be honest. It hurt at the beginning. I wasn't quite prepared for that, but the end was excellent." She paused for a second and then asked, "It won't always hurt like that, will it?"

Henry shook his head. "I am pretty sure that it's only the first time or two." He ran his fingertips along her hairline. "I love you."

She rolled into him, resting her hand on his hip. "Another observation. Sex is messy. For the average amount of ejaculate to be less than a teaspoon, it feels like a lot more. It's a little swampy down there."

Henry laughed. "You're a nut, babe. I don't even know why you know that, but I love it. Need a tissue?" He reached over her head and snatched a couple tissues out of the box next to the bed, and handed them to her. She cleaned herself up and gave them a toss toward the trash can across the room.

"I think we should end all of our picnics this way," she said mid yawn, snuggling into Henry.

"Maybe just the ones that aren't in public," he replied before drifting off to sleep.