Elizabeth is exhausted. Her flight back from the Cayman Islands landed at Thee-Thirty DC time. She walks up to the room she shares with her husband. She watches him sleep. The last Forty-Eight hours have been so traumatic. That's the word. There's was a time in her life, before Iran where she wouldn't acknowledge that anything is ever traumatic. But she knows better now. And thinking that everyone you love and everyone you don't is going to die in a nuclear explosion, that's trauma. She held onto Henry and for ten minutes, she grieved the loss of him and her children. Those feelings were real, even if the threat wasn't. But then she had to get back into the game, because there isn't a choice. Life goes on.
She takes her clothes off and not bothering to put pajamas on she climbs into bed next to her sleeping husband. She cuddles close to him. It feels good. Like she's taking comfort in his body warmth. He's warm and soft. His chest rises and falls, just like hers. She closes her eyes.
"Hey babe." He says pulling her close to him. He feels her hot tears on his chest.
"What's wrong?" He asks kissing her forehead.
"You know what's wrong," she mumbles through her tears. "Make me forget. At least for a little while."
He turns over, and she follows onto her back. She looks up at him, he uses his thumb to wipe her tears away. He leans down and kisses her softly. She feels her heart beat faster with each kiss. He pulls her closer to him and she feels herself melting into him. His lips move across her cheek. Each kiss making it hotter. His hand caressing her arm as he moves further down her body. She can feel his hardness pressing against her stomach. She puts her hands on either side of his head holding him close. She gasps when he presses his mouth to her earlobe, sucking gently.
"Rough or soft?" He whispers.
"Rough." She answers.
He grins and dips his tongue in her ear. His teeth catch on the lobe and he gives it a gentle tug. She moans softly. His mouth moves to her neck. Sucking softly, biting gently.
"I'm going to leaves marks." He warns her, knowing she usually doesn't like them. But tonight, he wants some evidence to remember that they're alive. That they are still here to do this. To be together.
She grabs his head, pushing him upwards. She feels his hard shaft push against her belly. She smiles at him, running her fingers through his hair. He kisses her deeply again. His lips attach themselves to her neck and he sucks. His teeth nip at her skin, leaving small marks in his wake. He kisses lower, nipping at her skin every once in a while. She sighs as he takes one of her nipples into his mouth. His teeth graze her nipple. She runs her hands through his hair, feeling his muscles flexing under her touch.
"Harder. Bite me harder." She moans. He takes her nipple between his teeth and bites down hard. She cries out, her nails digging into his back. She feels the wetness soaking her panties. She can barely breathe. He moves his actions to her other breast. This time he's gentler. He licks and suckles. Kisses her. He moves lower, kissing and licking her stomach. She has to fight the urge to lift her hips off the bed. She feels like she needs more friction. She reaches down, rubbing herself in his direction. He responds with a growling sound, grabbing her wrist and stopping her.
"I'll take care of you." He tells her, moving down to her thighs. He kisses her inner thigh. His tongue running over her smooth skin and then biting down. She grips the sheets tightly. He roughly pulls her panties from her body. She lifts her hips, allowing him to slide them off. He pulls her legs apart, exposing her pussy to him. He kisses her sex softly. His tongue flicking her clit. She moans loudly.
He licks fast, his tongue tracing her folds. He groans as he pushes his tongue inside her. His tongue moves quickly. She feels herself getting wetter by the second. He thrust two fingers inside of her. She cries out, bucking her hips. He grunts, sucking her clit between his lips and running his tongue in hard circles over it. She screams loudly into her arm, her orgasm hitting her hard. She falls limp on the bed.
He doesn't let up. He continues licking and sucking her until she is writhing underneath him once again. He knows he can make her cum again. He adds a third finger. She whimpers and he begins fucking her with his fingers.
"Yes." She cries out. "Please. Please. Harder!"
He can hear her begging him to fuck her. He keeps up his assault on her body. Teeth grazing her clit. Tongue licking her sensitive bud. He starts to pump his fingers inside of her. Soon enough her thighs are tensing around his neck again. Her pelvis jerking as she cries out. She comes again and he can feel her juices squishing between his fingers. He removes his fingers and positions himself at her opening. He rubs the tip of his cock against her slick entrance.
"Hard and rough." She reminds him.
"Just like I promised." He growls, plunging deep inside of her. He holds her tight, taking her with him. They both cry out in pleasure. She wraps her arms around him, holding him close. He doesn't give her time to adjust, she doesn't need it. She's plenty ready. He pumps his hips, letting her get used to him.
"Harder!" She begs.
He starts thrusting harder. He can feel her tightening around his length. He looks down at her, seeing the pleasure in her eyes. Their bodies move together roughly, as they try to help each other forget. He feels her tighten around him and he cries out. She cries out as well.
The room goes silent for a few moments. They simply lay there, catching their breath. He feels her pulling him closer. She lets out a small sob. He moves his hand to her face. Her tears fall onto his skin. He kisses her forehead, wiping away her sorrow.
"It will be okay. You're going to be okay." He whispers, kissing her cheek.
"Will I?" She honestly doesn't know anymore.
"Yeah. You'll get through this. Babe. I know how impossible that seem right now. But we have each other." He says, looking her in the eye.
"I wish I had your faith. It seems so easy for you. I wish I could believe in God the way you do." She whispers back.
"I will always keep the faith for both of us. Always." He responds.
She nods weakly. He strokes her hair. He kisses her temple. She rests her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
They lie there for a long time before they finally speak.
"Do you think you can sleep tonight?" He asks.
"No, but don't let that keep you awake. I'm too tired to do anything else, but lay here." She admits.
"Okay. I love you." He replies, kissing the top of her head.
Eventually he does succumb to sleep. And she watches him. His chest rising and falling. The softness of his breath on her skin. He's alive. And so is she.
"I love you." She whispers. Before her own exhaustion finally takes her.