AN: I don't write much current H/E, but somehow I started out writing a cutesy little beach picnic and I thought they were going to talk about running for President-and then they didn't. *shrug*

Martha's vineyard

The large blanket was spread out on the beach. Elizabeth's eyes were closed, but she could hear Jason and Allison playing badminton on the lawn up behind her. The sun warmed her body and she felt more relaxed in that moment than she had in the last five years, before taking the Secretary of State job. Suddenly her sun was blocked. "Hey babe. Do you want me to grab us a plate of food?"

"Mmmm hmmm," she hummed.

Elizabeth was so relaxed that she was almost asleep by the time Henry returned. Carefully sitting down beside her, Henry gently shook her shoulder. "I got us lunch."

Elizabeth struggled to pull herself from her drowsy state. "M'kay," she yawned. "A girl could get used to service like this." She raised her eyebrows at her husband.

"I aim to please. Besides this is supposed to be a vacation. I've had some time off between jobs. You've been going warp speed since you started at the state department. Here." He handed her the plate.

"Are we supposed to be eating with everyone else?" Elizabeth asked, straining to see the back deck of the house.

"No one told me I had to stay. Besides Jase and Ali can represent the family. We've stayed in close proximity to everyone else for several days now. I could use a vacation from my vacation."

Elizabeth quickly ate most of her lunch, shifting her eyes to the back of the house and then back to Henry. "So everyone is up at the house eating?" she said.

"Uh-huh," Henry said, taking another bite, oblivious to the look that his wife was giving him.

"That means no one would be coming on the beach anytime soon?" Elizabeth's voice raised slightly, turning the statement into a question.

Henry shrugged. "I doubt it," he said, taking another bite of his burger. Elizabeth scooted up and changed the angle of the umbrella blocking the view of them from the house. Henry squinted against the sun that was now in his eyes and he pulled his sunglasses back down on his nose. "Why did you do that?" he asked.

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"Because," she said, taking his plate away and sitting it off to the side, "I want to do this." Elizabeth leaned in and caught Henry's earlobe with her teeth and ran her hand up the leg of his shorts.

"Babe, you can't-" Henry stopped, the rest of his thought lost when she ran her tongue around the shell of his ear while her fingers brushed against his balls. "Hmmm," he hips twitched against her hand, asking for more. "What about reporters?"

"Conrad's DS team has the entire area blocked off. I think we're fine." She lay back on her side on the blanket, pulling Henry to lay next to her.

"There's always a chance. Pictures like that could ruin a presidential campaign." Henry's lips met hers and their tongues slid into each other.

She pulled back and raised her eyebrows. "You're Mr. Arm Candy. I bet I'd pick up twice as many votes as I'd lose." She kissed him. "Handsome, devoted husband takes wife on a deserted beach. Women across the country are swooning and wishing they were me."

Henry chuckled, "If you think so." He reached between them and unbuttoned his shorts while Elizabeth untied her cover up. "I knew there was a reason I didn't fuss about you choosing a long robe," he said as she flipped one side over his hip, shielding them from view. She moaned into their kiss as he massaged her breast. Within moments, Henry had the cup pulled down, teasing her nipple in a peak. She let out a squeal, but stifled it quickly.

Elizabeth reached between them and freed Henry's erection, pumping him vigorously. He grunted and pushed her hand away. Unceremoniously, she threw her leg over his hip, and adjusted the cover up to make sure it was still "covering up." She held her calf against his ass pulling him to her. He shifted his hips and pushed her swimsuit aside to bury his hardness inside her. They both gasped as they were finally joined. This position didn't offer much in the way of leverage, but it was extremely intimate. The two were pressed together slowly moving their hips against each other, each push bringing them both closer to completion. Sensing Henry was close, Elizabeth slipped a hand down and let it settle on her clit rubbing until she reached her climax. Just as she fell, she moved her hand to Henry's balls, gently squeezing them which made him go stiff against her. They lay there for a few minutes, catching their breath.

"Well now," he breathed out. "When was the last time we made love on the beach?" Henry pulled out of her and tucked himself back into his shorts and refastened them. Elizabeth fixed her swimsuit and retied her cover up.

"Maybe 25 years ago?" she offered as a question. "It's definitely been a while." She grabbed a cookie off the edge of her plate and ate it quickly before snuggling into his arms. Elizabeth was almost asleep when she heard Jason and Ali walking toward the water. "Let's be thankful they didn't come down here any earlier." she whispered.

"Yes, thankful indeed. Are you ready to play that game of badminton you promised me?"

"Give me minutes of being just like this. It is vacation after all."