Prompt: Henry doesn't realize that Elizabeth is getting reading glasses, and when he sees her wearing them for the first time, it brings him to his knees.

Henry stepped carefully into the entryway of his home; most of the lights were off, but the soft glow of Elizabeth's reading lamp bathed the hardwood floor in warm light, which drew Henry in with the allure of finding his wife. He missed her when they were apart, even if only for the day. Often, he heard colleagues and friends who complained about their wives, citing their nagging among a whole host of other things that annoyed them. Henry had never been able to relate; he and Elizabeth had their issues from time to time, their arguments and days when they grated on one another's nerves. But he had never found her annoying, and certainly not to the extent that he would ever complain about her to anyone else. He couldn't imagine ever speaking ill of Elizabeth to anyone. He'd never enjoyed anyone's company more than he did Elizabeth's, and now as he slipped out of hs shoes, he couldn't wait to see her and catch up on the day. Setting his bag down on the floor, he journeyed the few steps into the office and then stopped in his tracks. Elizabeth, the only member of the McCord family still awake, was sitting at her desk and on the bridge of her delicate nose rested a pair of simple yet elegant black frames. They curved over her ears and buried themselves in her locks of blonde hair and cast faint shadows along the smooth skin of her face. Henry's breath caught in his chest as Elizabeth, having not noticed him at all, just continued to make notes on the page before her. Henry could barely breathe; he'd never seen his wife in glasses before, and the sight was truly one to behold. Something about the elegance of it added to the poise that she already possessed in spades and the combination of the newness and the sheer Elizabethness of it sent Henry into a tailspin instantly.

Finally noticing him, Elizabeth glanced up and smile and Henry's heart leapt against his ribcage in what he could only assume was some desperate attempt to reach Elizabeth. He stared at her in silence and she hesitated.

"Henry?" she asked. "What?"

He continued to stare, and Elizabeth reached up and self-consciously touched the frames of her glasses.

"Are they really that bad, I mean-" she began, tugging at them with a light touch. Henry shook his head.

"Leave them," he said, his voice soft. Something about his tone struck her and Elizabeth looked up at the sound.

"What?" she asked.

"Leave them," Henry repeated, taking a step forward at last, and then another, and another until he was next to Elizabeth. He gazed down at her in awe and she watched him, looking vaguely bemused.

"Do you like them?" she asked.

"I do," Henry answered quietly. He leaned in and kissed Elizabeth tenderly, his fingertips brushing over the surface of her new frames.

"I thought they made me look kinda old," Elizabeth admitted, and Henry shook his head quickly, never taking his eyes off of her. He couldn't get enough of looking at her- as if he ever could, but now especially.

"Not at all," he vowed. He smiled slightly as he continued to look at her. "I think they're kinda sexy."

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows at him and the glasses moved just a millimeter, just enough to draw Henry's attention to them again.

"Oh you do?" Elizabeth asked, her voice the tiniest bit lower than it had been, a little bit more sultry.

"Mmhmm," Henry hummed. He rested against the desk, right in front of her, blocking her view of the thing that she'd been working on. Elizabeth leaned back and crossed her arms.

"I was working on that," she said.

"Uh huh," Henry agreed. "I know."

"And now what am I supposed to do?" she asked. Henry shrugged.

"I have some ideas," he answered vaguely. Elizabeth grinned.

"I do too," she said, and reached for her glasses again. Henry lunged forward, tugging her wrist to pull her hand away from the frames and tangled up their fingers.

"The thing is," he began as he inched closer to her and met her eyes, "every one of my plans involve you in those glasses."

And Elizabeth just laughed, thinking to herself that maybe she could manage the glasses after all.