Prompt: Henry has been waiting all day to hug his wife.
Elizabeth had been working for 2 days straight. She hadn't even been home. Instead she'd sent Blake to their house to pick up clothes for her. It wasn't the longest she'd been away. It went with the perils of being Secretary of State. She'd called, and ordinarily that would keep the loneliness of missing her at bay.
But Henry wanted a hug. He wanted to hold his wife's body close to him and nuzzle her hair. And if that led to other things… well…
He shook himself out of his reverie and begrudgingly got dressed. He had exams to proctor.
7 hours and 4 exams later, he was equally bored and desperate for his wife.
He dealt with their children in much the same autopilot mode and only came fully aware when the door opened after the kids had gone to sleep.
"Anybody home?"
Henry walked with determination and met her near the door.
"Hey you. I'm so tired." Elizabeth laughed, and Henry stood back a moment to just drink in the sight of her.
He gripped her by the hip, sliding his hand along her back, pulling her close. His other hand cradled her shoulders, and he dug his fingers into her back, squeezing tightly.
"Henry," she mumbled into his shoulder.
"I just needed a hug…from you."
She melted further into his embrace. Maybe she wasn't that tired after all.