Ok. I added a part two to this Drabble because someone challenged me to write a bit of smut. That's new to me so I hope I did it justice. It's good to try new things so I hope you like it. The smut is short but if you like it - I can try again.

This story will continue but it will feature other characters, emotions and scenes. It's Life for our fave Msec characters.

Disclaimer time : it's fan fiction. I own nothing but the fun of playing with these characters and hoping some of you read and review and offer ideas and constructive criticism.

Bren.

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10:40 am.

Elizabeth hung up the phone from her call with Ming Chen and sighed. She did find him to be a good friend, but politically he drove her nuts most of the time.

The US and China were on opposite sides of most arguments and it was exasperating that President Li saw her as a girl and wouldn't engage with her one on one very often. She always had to play nice and it could be humiliating. The first female president has to be willing to take her lumps. This old world moves slowly Lizzie.

Thankfully Chen only brought this up occasionally. She heard it everywhere she went though - at least once a day. Ha once a day was a good day. She felt awkward all the time in this job. She remembered what Madeleine Albright had told her, what Conrad had told her, what everyone told her.

She missed the wise counsel of Nadine more than she could say. Truth be told she wished her parents were around for her to run to - but just once in a while.

It was 10:40 am. She had a break and her adorable super sexy husband was going to help her feel connected and loved. Recess for adults could be fun. Much better than jump rope with Cathy and Pamela.

She took off her glasses and told Blake she would be going to the residence for about half an hour. He told her he would only disturb her if the world was exploding and she could have sworn he said that the wordle was exploding. She knew he played and that he almost always got it in two.

Everyone is playing this game and getting it in 3 or 4. Why am I always in 5 or 6? It was frustrating. There were even days when she missed it. Those days she felt like the kid in the dunce cap . She was used to feeling smart. This game was laughing at her.

Stevie played, Dimitri played, Jason said it was a symbol of government oppression so that irked her in a different way. She wasn't oppressing anyone. Noodle was playing quordle - the one with four words at once. Of course her staff played. Jay, Blake and Angela loved it. Russell thought it was easy. So she had decided to stop betting people she could best them because it was just embarrassing to lose every day. She liked Scrabble. She was a huge fan of greasy Chinese and a long night playing strip scrabble and dirty word scrabble with her husband.

If she lost her clothes so be it - the orgasms and connection with the sexiest man on earth was worth it.

As she headed up the stairs she wondered how quick and dirty they would have to be. She craved his touch and she knew they could get a lot accomplished in ten minutes. In fact she was rather proud of how intensely hot they could get in such a short amount of time.

She rushed into the bedroom and was taking off her jacket, breathlessly anticipating his gentle fingers all over her body.

He didn't disappoint. He was stripped down to his boxer shorts and she could see his cock - fully erect and straining to be freed.

Her core quivered and she felt herself grow moist as he reached for her. Huskily he said "Come here Liz". Liz. Only in the bedroom in the throes of passion was she ever Liz'. It was magical. Henry quickly untied the silk navy tie and ran va hands down her toned arms before he began unbuttoning the blouse. She began panting with desire. He always made her feel strong and desirable. She could be completely primal when she was with him and that made her feel loved, submissive and powerful as he cherished her body.

The cool air hit her nipples and they elongated in anticipation. He noticed and he kissed her décolletage delicately, but as he took her nipples in his mouth he flicked them firmly with his tongue. She moaned but remembered to reciprocate and she freed his length and proceeded to push him onto the bed where she took him firmly in her mouth and suckled hard. She had learned how to nip just enough to provide the perfect mix of pain and pleasure and she knew she had him when she could feel him tremble in total submission to her ministrations.

They worshipped one another - hands found hair and arms and brushed cheeks with tenderness. He plunged into her and she cried out in ecstasy. They rocked together in unison. After 35 years as a couple they knew exactly how to come together - figuratively as well as literally.

They lay there on the bed, fully naked and in a state of pure bliss. It was quiet except for the sound of their breath for a few minutes.

She moved first. Propping herself on her side she played with the hair on his chest.

"Holy Fuck Henry. We have steam. That was erotic as we've been since ..."

He played with her silken golden hair. "Since Sunday sweetheart. You're going to kill me Liz. It's Wednesday. We have sex at least twice a week lately and it's nirvana".

She chuckled, and sat up. "I wish I could stay here all day Professor. Sadly I have to go back to work. It's been 30 minutes and I don't need Blake coming to find me right now."

Henry nodded. "I think we have a few extra minutes- I had Evan confirm the break with Blake so if they are smart they know we are together. "

She sighed, and he sensed he had missed something. "Elizabeth?"

She stood and began to dress. "It shouldn't bother me that our EA's know that we have a sex life. I mean we are married, it's an amazing marriage and we have never been shy about our connection. I just sometimes feel like being a female in this job means no matter what I do - people are judging. Even those we trust with our lives. I know all presidents have sex. I know it's incredible what we have. What we just did was -- hot. Beyond what we have words for in any human language. But to some people it's just she's a horny old woman and she should have other priorities at 11 am". With that she finished zipping her skirt and began to tuck in her blouse and find her shoes.

He pulled on his boxers and sat on the edge of the bed. "Babe. You are doing a tremendous job but you have to remember what you said. The first through the wall is always bloodied. You are teaching everyone what it means to have a female President. In some ways that's going to be easy for humanity to accept and in others it's going to be analyzed to death. It's not fair. You are the one for the job. You are real, you are strong and you are qualified. The five years you put in as Secretary, the time teaching and studying, your decades of service at the CIA, as a mother and a wife - you've said you feel like an imposter. You are not. You are the best bridge to what female leadership in America looks like. So today that means .."

She looked thoughtful as she ran the brush through her hair and gave herself a once over in the mirror. "It means I had a thirty minute break and I took it. What I did with it was personal, and if anyone knows we had sex- that is not something to shy away from." She lifted her head and the confidence was back in her eyes. Henry was thankful for this. He knew how hard this job was - for not only was it about her work; this four to eight year period was about her life. Every fibre of her soul was on display, and it was costing her more than she could have understood until she held it in her hands.

She breathed deeply and smiled. "At least this time my blouse isn't on inside out. That's something."

He chuckled. "I have a gift for you." She looked intrigued as he reached behind his pillow and pulled out a ball of denim.

She laughed. "Oh my god Henry. You didn't!" He blushed but he held the shorts up to his waist and wiggled his hips. " you are going to look so hot. They are super soft and the waist is meant to be rolled down and they will sit on your hips and damn. You didn't kill me today so I say Saturday night we do this all again."

She knew she was going to lose this one. So she challenged him. "If I win at wordle tomorrow you get rid of those and I will break out the good lingerie."

He dropped the shorts on the bed behind him and stepped forward. "Babe you haven't won at wordle in 74 days."

She turned on her heel and walked away "it's always a possibility and you just told me not to bet against myself - so you are on."

He watched her walk away and he felt a grin tugging at his lips.

Lingerie or Daisy Dukes - he was always a winner when he was with her.

The ride was the best part with this woman. He'd try to lose at wordle but she would know. Plus she loved his ethics.

Perhaps though, seeing as it would be the weekend soon, they could put down their phones and pick up the scrabble board.

... :-)