I'm cleaning out my flash drive and found this deleted scene from The People Left Behind. I deleted it because I didn't want a full sex scene in that story, but I figured I'd post it here, because it is really sweet.
"I had a fun time tonight." Henry jokes wagging his eyebrows, as he walks me to my door. We've been back in each other's life for a year and some change, now. But tonight, was our first what I would call date. And I only say that because it's the first time that there was a dress and a dinner. No kids, just us and fancy restaurant. And then a walk back to my place filled with laughter and honesty and fun.
"Me, too." I tell him seriously. And his eyes brighten with his smile. He leans in and I meet him in a deep kiss, wrapping my arms around him and pressing our bodies together. I run my fingers through his hair. It's soft and grounding. He runs his hands slowly and softly up my back, his fingertips grazing in way that sends chills down my body. It awakens something in me, something that has been asleep for a very long time.
"Come inside." I whisper to him.
"Are you sure?" His eyes are locked with mine. I run my hands through his hair.
"Yes." I emphasize my consent with a kiss. I lead with my tongue. He opens his mouth, letting me explore, not wrestling me for dominance. His hold on me gets tighter and he swallows the moan I let out as the ache between my legs grows.
I stop our hallway make out session with a small peck and then, open my door. I grab his hand, intertwining our fingers and lead him straight to my bedroom.
I find myself staring into his eyes, it's as if we are both putting all of our love into that single look. He brings his hand up, cupping my face, his thumb runs along my bottom lip.
"I love you." He whispers, before leaning back in and capturing my lips in a breathtaking kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck.
"I love you, too." I tell him as his kisses move to my jaw and then my neck. I feel my whole body fill with desire. And I bend my head to the side to give him more access. He sucks on my favorite spot, right under my ear and I let out a moan. His hands are wondering along my zipper.
I pull back from him and take the initiative to start unbuttoning his shirt.
He pulls me in again, kissing me deeply. I slide my hands down his chest, grabbing his pants. When they are undone, I help him step them off. Then I kiss my way down his stomach until I reach his boxers. I run my hands up his thighs. They're muscular and defined. I place my hands around the waist band and start pull them down his legs.
"You don't have to do that." He tells me. I smirk at him.
"No, I want to." I tell him as I push his boxers down and slide my hands up his leg. I wrap my hand around him. I pump it a few times, feeling it come to full hardness in my hand. It's beautiful.
"God, you're amazing." He says huskily. I wrap my mouth around him, sucking him hard as I stroke him with my hand. He lets out a low groan, he runs his hand softly through my hair. My hand moves quickly as I suck and stroke him. I can see his eyes half closed, watching me as I play with him.
"Elizabeth" He moans, when I run my tongue along his tip.
"Yeah?" I ask, smirking at him. I lick his tip slowly, flicking my tongue over it.
"Let me make love to you." He whispers. I nod and take his hand standing up once again. His hands reach behind me and he slowly lowers the zipper of my dress. I watch him as he looks me up and down. His eyes land on my breasts, and the look in his eye sends a jolt to my core. He slips my dress over my shoulders and down my body. I'm standing before him in my bra and panties, baring my scars. I am no longer ashamed of them, at least not with him.
"You're so beautiful." He whispers.
"Thank you." I whisper back, and then I kiss him.
He takes my hand, leading me to my bed. He lays me down gently, and kisses my neck. I moan feeling his lips, his tongue against my skin. His teeth graze my shoulder. I gasp when he kisses my collar bone. He trails his tongue down my breast.
"Oh God." I moan as his mouth closes around one nipple. I feel him move down, trailing kisses along my stomach. He ignores the scars, and I'm grateful. It's just me and Henry here. The whole world may know what I've been through, but only he understands it. I close my eyes and allow myself to be consumed by the moment.
Henry is kissing his way to my core, and I spread my legs so he can get there faster. He kisses my thighs, my hips, and finally my core. He sticks his tongue out, tasting me. I moan loudly and push my hips towards him.
"I've always loved the way you taste." He whispers. He pushes his tongue into my opening. I throw my head back, and bite my lip. He grips my hips tight but not too tight, and circles my clit with his tongue. I cry out and grip his hair.
"Henry, please..." I beg. I need him. I feel him run his finger along my entrance. "Yes Henry." His finger slowly enters me. It curls up and I buck against him.
"Fuck." I whimper. He goes slow, but I'm getting close.
"Are you ok?" He asks. He slides his finger slowly in and out.
"More than," I pant. I feel him rub my g-spot. And my back arches. His tongue is back on my clit, and I'm so close. I grab his hair tightly.
"I'm gonna cum." I gasp and buck my hips. I cry out his name as wave after wave of pleasure crash over me. My body spasms, and I hear Henry moans as he continues his actions, carrying me all the way through it.
He smiles and kisses me deep, laying on top of me.
"I love you." I whisper.
"And I love you." He says back. I smile at him, and then look down at him. I lean forward and give him another long kiss.
"Make love to me?" I whisper. He nods, kissing my lips. He reaches between us and guides himself inside of me. I look up at him, smiling.
We make love slowly, enjoying each other's bodies. We both know we won't last long. But right now, neither of us care. As our rhythm picks up, Henry's hand intertwines with mine. Our foreheads rest against each other, our souls connected. I squeeze his hand tightly. Henry holds my gaze as he thrusts a little harder and little faster. He kisses me. I moan loudly, and the sound is echoed by Henry.
"Elizabeth I'm close." He pants. I look at him, and nod. I pull him closer and bring my mouth to his ear.
"Come for me." I whisper, his hand finds its way between us, and his thumb softly grazes my clit. I cry out louder as he pushes me over the edge.
His body convulses against mine, and I feel his warm release inside of me. He pulls his face from mine, and lies next to me. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight. We don't speak. Neither of us wants to break the moment. At least not yet.
"Please don't leave me again." He sounds ashamed to say it, like he wants to believe it's a crazy thought for him to entertain. But it's not.
"Never." I kiss his chest and hug my body closer to his.
"Promise?" He sounds surer now.
"I Promise." I give him his verbal conformation.
We lie in each other's arms, allowing ourselves time to lay together. To just be, us. We didn't have sex. We made love. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Nothing could ever come between us again. I'm safe and secure in his arms, and I will never leave them again.