A/N: Here's another songfic for you, mostly because ever since I wrote it two weeks ago I've been craving banana pancakes and I finally made some this morning. Happy Weekend!

Based on "Banana Pancakes" by Jack Johnson

Maybe we could sleep in

Make you banana pancakes

Pretend like its the weekend now

We could pretend it all the time

Can't you see that it's just rainin'

There ain't no need to go outside

Rain lashed against the Georgetown home inhabited by the McCord family, battering the brick exterior and the glass windows with cool water. Inside, beyond the locked doors and the diplomatic security agents that stood guard on the stoop, Henry and Elizabeth were curled up together in between soft cotton sheets, the pale light of a cloudy morning filtering into their bedroom on the second floor.

Elizabeth's head was resting on her husband's bare chest, messy locks of blonde hair brushing against his skin as she slowly rose to consciousness. Her eyes still closed, she inhaled, breathing in the familiar scent of fabric softener, the soap Henry had been using for the past fifteen years, and the faint strawberry and lavender notes of her own shampoo. She smiled slightly as Henry stirred against her; he curled against her, one leg tangling with her own as his arm made its way across her body and settled on her waist, warm and heavy. She opened her eyes and was met with her favorite view; Henry, not yet fully awake, was lying next to her with a sleepy smile on his face as he looked at her through half-open, light brown eyes that spoke to her of home and safety.

"Hi," he mumbled, and Elizabeth smiled in response to the warm, husky tone of his voice.

"Hi," she replied softly.

"What time is it?" Henry asked, but Elizabeth shook her head.

"Doesn't matter," she said dismissively. "Kids aren't here, and we have the day off. Time's not important." She stretched and captured his lips in a sweet, lingering kiss.

"Mm," Henry hummed against her, unable and unwilling to stop the smile that spread across his face at her slow, unsolicited affection. "Sounds good to me," he mumbled.

"Henry?" she asked softly, and there was a tone to her voice that told him they weren't going to be spending the whole morning exactly where they were.

"Hmm?"

She smiled sweetly at him, tracing a light finger across his chest as she batted her eyelashes at him in a way that she knew would get her anything she wanted from him.

"Wanna make me breakfast?" she asked. Henry laughed, tenderly brushing her hair off of her face with gentle fingers.

"I can think of only one thing I would like better," he deadpanned. It was Elizabeth's turn to laugh, but his humor was not quite enough to derail her from her quest for breakfast.

"Come on," she begged, already slipping from her comfortable spot in the bed, fingers still clinging to Henry's, tugging him with her.

As if he needed encouragement to follow Elizabeth wherever she went, he thought as he, too, moved from their bed.

Lady lady love me

Cause I love to lay here lazy

We could close the curtains

Pretend like there's no world outside

We could pretend it all the time

And can't you see that it's just rainin'

There ain't no need to go outside

In the kitchen, Elizabeth looked around at the quiet house. Rain was lashing against the back door and the windows, creating a soft background sound as the heavily blocked sunlight created a pale, gray light in the room. Henry, following close behind her, flipped the switch on the wall and lit up the room with warm, inviting light instead. Elizabeth smiled to herself and hopped up on the counter with minimal effort as Henry headed for the fridge. She watched him, eyes tracking every fluid, familiar movement as he compiled ingredients on the countertop.

"What are you making?" she asked as she watched him. He spared her a quick smile as he ducked back into the fridge.

"Breakfast," said his muffled voice. Elizabeth rolled her eyes, but fell silent and just waited. When, at long last, Henry reached for the bananas that were resting in a bowl near her hip, she felt a smile tugging at her lips. He glanced over at her and couldn't help but smile himself.

"I see you," he remarked, and she laughed.

"Aw, you know how to please a girl, Henry McCord," she said dreamily as she watched him make one of her favorite breakfasts. He laughed in response, taking a break from his cooking to lean over and press a quick, sweet kiss to her cheek.

"No, babe," he corrected her, "I know how to please you."

"Well, seeing as I'm the only girl you've ever tried to please, you have a pretty good track record," she teased, and Henry smiled as he stood between her legs. The pancakes were sizzling in the skillet and had already filled the warm kitchen with the heavenly banana scent that Elizabeth loved so much. She smiled as she drew her husband in closer. He caught her lips in a slow, languid kiss and she ran her tongue over his bottom lip. His hands settled on her hips and she closed her eyes, taking in every sensation around her.

She couldn't remember the last time they'd had the chance at a morning like this one, a morning where they could just revel in each other and not worry about the kids or diplomatic lunches or peace deals that could fall through at any moment. Her mind wandered briefly to the refugee crisis that Jay had given her a report on the day before, but Elizabeth quickly redirected herself to Henry, and sank blissfully back into the tantalizing way he was moving his thumb across the skin at her hip.

She breathed a soft sigh of contentment against him as he slowly pulled out of the kiss to look at her, watching in enchantment as she slowly opened her eyes and met his gaze. He smiled as his hand came up to brush her cheek tenderly and Henry was thanking God for her in that moment, amazed as he'd always been by the wonder of a woman that sat before him.

"Pancakes are ready," Henry said with a sideways glance at the breakfast in question. He reluctantly pulled himself from Elizabeth to transfer them to a plate, coating Elizabeth's in syrup before he handed them to her with a fork. She took a bite immediately, and Henry leaned his hip against the counter, watching her expression. Her eyes fluttered closed again and she leaned her head back as she hummed in appreciation of the melting banana confection on her tongue.

"You are magic with that spatula, McCord," she declared, and Henry laughed as he sat himself on the countertop beside her.

"You're adorable," he replied, and she looked over at him with a small smile on her face, pulled from her pancakes by the way he was looking at her; like he always did, like she'd hung the stars in the sky just for him to look at. She leaned in, pressing her lips against his, and though Henry had not yet taken a bite, he could taste the sticky, sweet syrup on his wife's lips.

"I love you," she whispered, barely removed from the kiss, her words brushing over his skin, and Henry smiled as he kissed her again, lightly.

"I love you, too," he murmured, and in that moment, with rain beating on the windows of their little fortress and the kitchen filled with the sweet smell of banana pancakes, neither Henry nor Elizabeth could imagine wanting anything more.

But the telephone's singing ringing

It's too early don't pick it up

We don't need to

We got everything we need right here

And everything we need is enough

Just so easy when the whole world fits inside of your arms

Do we really need to pay attention to the alarm

Wake up slow

Mmm wake up slow