Henry and Elizabeth connect post Pakistan.
He's exhausted. Pakistan exhausted him. But he's also wired, and full of life. He made his whole family dinner, and he looked at Allison's sketches and helped Stevie edit her latest paper. He played Halo with Jason. But now he just wants to lay in bed with his wife. He wants to hold her close. And kiss her, and come back to their circle of two.
"Are you ready to go to bed?" He looks at her, and he realizes that she is just as exhausted and wired as he is. Waiting on the ground isn't easy, he knows that. He didn't during Desert Storm, but he learned very quickly when Elizabeth deployed after 9/11.
"Yes." She smiles at him and he hands his controller to his son.
"Goodnight Kiddo. Love you." Henry tells him as Elizabeth gives him a kiss to the forehead. They walk up to their room hand in hand, minds filled with what could've happened. As soon as the door shuts her arms are around his waist holding onto him for dear life. He wraps his arms around her, and holds her just as tight.
"Thank you for not dying on me." She whispers to him softly, and he pulls away just enough so that he can see her face.
"I love you." He says again before leaning forward and kissing her. It's a slow, tender kiss, full of kept promises. The kind of kiss that has been missing from their lives since the farmhouse fight. He breaks it off and brushes his lips against hers, and then kisses them once more.
"I love you too. So much." She whispers. Then they fall into bed together, and wrap their arms around each other. He kisses her again, this time more deeply, and the way she responds with a moan. He continues making out with her, their tongues dancing in the heat of the moment. Their bodies press against one another, and he pulls her in closer. Impossibly closer, their hearts beating together through the barriers of their clothes.
His hand runs down her back, and up under her shirt as his kisses move to her neck. Her body melts into the mattress beneath her, and her fingers run through his hair. His hand moves to cup her over her bra. Her breathing gets heavier, as he runs his thumb over her bringing her nipple to a peak under the fabric. She moans softly, and arches her back, pushing herself closer to his touch.
"Henry, take it off." She says as her hands go to pull her shirt over her head. He smirks and reaches behind her to undo the clasp, freeing her breasts. Then he slips the bra off her shoulders and tosses it across the room. He places a hand on each breast, squeezing them gently. Running his thumbs over her nipples, he watches her face change from a smile to a deep want.
"You're so beautiful" He whispers to her, letting his tongue trace her collarbone. "So soft."
She gasps at his words, as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. He uses his tongue to tease her, and then suckles on her. He runs his hands down her sides causing goose bumps to form on her skin. He strokes her thighs, running his fingertips along the length of her legs. He moves his kisses down her stomach and along the line of her pants. He unbuttons them and pushes them down, before kissing his way back up her legs. He sucks on her inner thighs, teasingly licking and kissing leaving marks in his wake. He places a kiss to her center over the fabric of her panties. She squeezes her eyes shut.
"Oh god, please." She begs him. He smiles and slowly, almost agonizingly slowly he pulls her panties down her legs and flicks them to the ground. She opens her legs wide inviting him in.
"Please what?" He asks, looking at her with hunger in his eyes.
"Please stop teasing me." She says, her voice full of arousal. He leans forward and runs his tongue along her slit. His tongue slides along her folds, tasting her sweetness. He takes her clit in his mouth, sucking hard and watching her body respond. She moans loudly, her hand in his hair, pulling him to her.
"God yes!" She cries out. He inserts his finger inside her, and begins to thrust it in and out. Her hips buck, as she tries to get closer to his mouth. He adds a second finger and curls upwards looking for that special spot. His tongue swirls around her clit, and he feels her tense up.
"Keep doing that." She says, her breathing coming out in short pants. He does, and soon she's crying out his name, her body arching off the bed. He continues to pleasure her, his tongue still swirling around her nub. Waiting for her to ride it out. When he sees her muscles start to relax, he pulls his fingers from her.
She pulls on his hair to get him to come back up and when he does, she kisses him, hard. She moans at the taste of herself on his lips. She reaches between them, and cups his hardness in her hand over his still clothed body. He shivers at her touch and looks at her, he brushes her hair behind her ear.
"I love you so much." He says, kissing her again.
"I love you more." She replies, reaching down to pull his shirt over his head. His pants follow, and then he sits up to free himself. She lays back and watches him, her breath catching in her chest as he takes off his pants and his boxers, revealing his hard dick to her. She licks her lips as he inches towards her. She bites her lip, as he crawls on top of her and kisses her again.
He pushes inside of her and she grips onto his shoulders. They both let out a long groan as he fills her up completely. He moves slowly, savoring each inch of her. He kisses her while he moves, letting her feel every inch of him inside of her.
"You feel so good." He tells her, moving faster and harder.
Her hands slide up his back, and into his hair as he begins to move with a purpose. He slides in and out of her, taking them both higher with each thrust. He feels her start to clench around him, and he knows she's close. He slides his hand between them, and starts rubbing her clit. Her whole body tenses, and her nails dig into his back. She cries out his name, her eyes rolling back, and her body spasms in pleasure. Feeling her tight around him, he comes undone.
When they've both caught their breaths, he rolls over next to her, snuggling against her back.
"I'll always show up for you." He whispers into her ear. She smiles.
"Burgers and bowling tomorrow?" She asks him.
"Of course babe." In fact he's never been more excited for burgers and bowling. He's never been more entranced with their circle of two. For the first time in months he knows with absolute certainty that they'll be okay. He knows they're not just sticking it out because it's easier than a divorce, but because they love each other. Because they were made for each other.
"You're my home Elizabeth." He says needing to express his thoughts into words.
"And you're mine." She replies. He smiles, feeling like the luckiest man alive.
They sleep together that night, tangled in each other's arms. Feeling the weight of the dreaded what if lifted from their shoulders.