A/N: Hi! Here's a fun little chapter :-)
(This was totally inspired by a video I saw lol)
Enjoy!
"I promise, Blake," she breathes as she steps into the elevator, "Phone will be off as soon as I get in the car with Henry."
"Dr. McCord made me make you promise!" Blake says quickly as she presses the elevator button, and she smirks at him. "Have a good trip, Madam Secretary." He says in a softer voice, smiling now.
"Thanks, Blake," she says, giving him a smile too. The doors close and she lets out a breath, stuffing her hand in her pocket and grabbing her phone. She looks at the screen and sees the six emails that have already come through in the short amount of time she's spent away from her desk—literally the walk from her office to the elevator and she hasn't even reached the third floor going down yet.
She sees a text from Henry and taps on it, opening her messages. "You have no idea how excited I am for our trip," he sends, and she smirks before typing back, "Me too. But how have we been married for twenty-six years?"
When the doors open, she steps out and follows her security agents to the motorcade. Once seated, she looks at her phone to find he's messaged back: "Let's just hope this trip doesn't turn into the disaster that our twenty-fifth was, k?"
She bites her lip and thinks back to that trip to New York City and the fiasco with Klaus and the governor of Texas—their vacation that was supposed to be reminiscent of their first anniversary trip ended up being cut short after only one night. Their awkward ride back to the hotel that night after Klaus reached for his briefcase turned into one of laughter about the intelligence community, and they made the most of that night. But that was the only one they got.
"I agree," she sends back, then fires back another message quickly, "Maybe Florida is far enough away that your spy things and my work things don't cut the trip short?"
He sends back a laughing emoji, and then sends another text, "I will quite literally hold you hostage if anything threatens to cut this trip short."
"I like the sound of that," she sends, tucking her phone between her legs and smirking as she thinks about the situation that would possibly cause—a hostage situation with her husband sounds quite enticing, actually.
And that's when she knows they desperately need this trip—a hostage situation sounding enticing? You so need this.
She looks up from her emails when she feels the familiar bump on their street, knowing she's almost home. When she sees their Georgetown brick, she unbuckles her seatbelt and grabs her bag. "Thanks guys," she tells her agents. Once she's out, she makes her way into the house and sets her stuff down. "I'm home!" She calls out, looking around for any sign of life.
"In here," she hears Jason call out from the kitchen, but then sees Henry rounding the corner as though he has lava under his feet.
"Nope! Come on!"
"Henry!" She laughs, watching as he almost runs into the arm of the couch to get to her.
He's grabbing their bags from the entryway as she watches him scramble for the handles, and she can't help but laugh at his efforts that look cartoonish. "Our flight leaves in—"
"I have to say goodbye to the kids," she scolds, raising her brow and tilting her head at him.
He takes a look at his watch, "Fine, fine," he breathes, "But I'm loading the car right now."
She smiles and walks past him, kissing his cheek and then grabbing his ass as she walks to the kitchen. She looks over her shoulder and winks at him, and his mouth is hanging open as he is chuckling. Finally, he shakes his head and walks out with the bags in tow, and she turns her head to see Ali and Jason sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner. "What'd Dad make?" She asks, walking to Ali first and kissing the top of her head, rubbing her hand across her daughter's shoulder.
Alison looks up at her, "Chicken stir fry."
"What!" Elizabeth exclaims, looking over at Jason's plate in dismay. "Why didn't he make me any." She complains, sighing and walking over to Jason before kissing his head, too, and rubbing his back. "Be good to your sister, okay?"
"I'll throw a rager and make sure she has a great time. If that's what you mean by being good to my sister."
Elizabeth eyes him, squinting and raising her brow. "I'm serious."
He smirks, and it's that McCord smirk that she simultaneously loves and wants to pinch off his face. "I got it, Mom." Jason groans, and Alison rolls her eyes.
"He literally just sits in his bedroom and plays video games all the time," she says, "I think I can handle babysitting for the weekend."
"Noodle, I—"
"We're fine, Mom." She says, and Elizabeth presses her lips together and looks at her daughter for a moment. When did she grow up? She looks at Jason, swallowing thick. When did he grow up?
She blows air from her lips in an attempt to not panic about leaving her two youngest at home by themselves, then nods and kisses Jason's head one more time, "I love you guys. Dad's phone will be on, but mine—"
"We got it." Ali says, shooing her away. "Go, go, before Dad has a conniption about the flight."
She smiles at Ali and blows a kiss. "I love you." She says again.
"Love you too," it's a mumble, and it's in unison, but it's something. She walks into the living room and takes one last look before sighing, grabbing her bag and walking out the door to find the motorcade waiting, Henry looking at her through the open back door. The diplomatic security agents were in the car behind the one Henry was in, and then two more behind them.
She swallows thick as she heads to the car door, thinking about how on their first anniversary, she would've never imagined that this would be their lives—living in Georgetown, being followed by diplomatic security…none of it. She climbs in and shuts the door, "Are we on time?" She teases as she plops into the seat, giving him a look.
He smirks at her, the same smirk Jason had given her inside, and he beats on the divider to let DS know that they're good.
"Now this is relaxation," Henry says, extending his hand from the second step as she stands on the pool deck.
She puts her drink in her other hand, then walks down into the pool after taking ahold of his hand. When she sinks into the water, she takes a dip of her drink and sets it on the edge of the pool deck, then reaches over for his shoulder and pulls them together. "I hate that we had to wait so late," she coos to him.
Diplomatic security said they were only allowed to swim after they could sweep the area, and they could only do that once the pool closed. The beach was fine, they'd told her before, but the pool being in such close quarters to other people's balconies made them a little more worried. She knows they're standing behind the bushes—she'd gotten them to stand there at least and not on the pool deck. "You'll hear me splashing if something is going on," she reminded them, "And besides, you can watch the balconies from the bushes just fine." She mainly just didn't want them to be able to see her and Henry, and she got her wish.
"I'm just glad we got to do this at all," Henry replies, wrapping his arms around her ribs and sliding them down her sides. He leans in and kisses her lips, "And that they're not close enough to see me do this," he whispers, his nose touching hers as he continues his sliding, moving his palms over her ass and rounding it to reach underneath. As though it were a cue, she brings her legs up and wraps them around his body, resting snugly on his hips.
She smirks and bites her lip, feeling a bit buzzed already. "What else you gonna do, Dr. McCord?" She whispers, looking up into his eyes as her nose rests on his. Her hands had been hanging limp behind his neck, and now her fingertips are tracing little trails below his hairline as she watches the glimmering in his eyes. The lights shining into his brown eyes from the pool were not the only thing causing them to shimmer, and it lit her on fire.
His fingers slide inward toward the edge of her swimsuit, and she takes a sharp breath inward when she feels the tip of his finger slide underneath, stopping there. She almost groans, but he leans in and closes the gap between their mouths. It's a brief kiss, though, because he pulls away and smiles, "I want to hold you hostage, if I'm being honest," he whispers, kissing her again and dragging his teeth along her lip as he pulls away.
She closes her eyes until she doesn't feel his teeth any longer, and she opens them to find his looking right at her. With a shaky breath, she tightens her legs around his waist, pulling her center into him and resting her forehead against his. "We can't do that here," she reminds quietly, then a thought crosses her mind and she smiles, biting her lip to keep from giggling too loudly to where DS can hear them. "What are we doing out here like horny teenagers?" She whispers playfully, her forehead still against his as her eyes grow wider.
He slides his finger toward the front of his swimsuit, and her breath hitches again before she bites down on her lip. "Isn't that what we are? Just a couple of horny teenagers?" He asks quietly.
She snickers a little and pecks his lips, then kisses him once more and slides her tongue into his mouth only briefly before pulling away. "We can't go inside yet," she whispers, "It'll be suspicious."
"We can always make something up," Henry offers quickly, only about an inch between their mouths once more. On the other hand, a finger slides underneath her swimsuit again, and she clears her throat to keep from letting out a little moan.
"Henry…" she breathes, and they both laugh—much like two horny teenagers. Her laugh turns into a giddy chuckle, and she tilts her head back to look up at the sky. "Look at the moon," she coos, "Isn't it beautiful?"
"It's beautiful," he says, and she looks down to see him looking at her.
She raises her brow, "You didn't even look," she says.
"I wasn't talking about the moon," he corrects, "You were."
She swallows thick and looks at him, her heart not only feeling like it was about to beat through her chest, but also feeling like it had just run a marathon. As she leans in to kiss him, she's stopped by music playing. "I've been really tryin', baby," she hears, immediately recognizing it as Marvin Gaye.
Quickly pulling away, she looks in the direction of DS, and no one is moving. She frowns a little and looks the other way, and Henry has found them, too. Up on the balcony sits a group of four young women, one with a pink sash that Elizabeth assumes either says "Bride to be" or "Birthday Girl." They're all cooing as Marvin sings, "Let's get it on, let's love, baby."
Elizabeth looks back at Henry, stunned and speechless, and can't help but burst into laughter. She throws her head back again and then looks in the direction of the women.
"Plant one on her!" They're yelling, and Henry laughs and gently places his hand on her jaw, bringing her face to him and doing as they say. She giggles into his lips as they both close their eyes, being cheered on by the group upstairs.
"There's nothing wrong with me loving you.
Baby, no, no.
And giving yourself to me can never be wrong,"
She places her hands on the back of his neck and gently scrapes her fingernails up in his hair.
"Don't you know how sweet and wonderful life can be?"
She pulls away gently and bites her lip, laughing at him and this whole situation as the group continues their hooting from afar. DS is standing by the bushes, watching Elizabeth and Henry, but they're turning away now.
By the time Marvin is singing the chorus again, she's leaned into Henry's lips once more, and the women have gone feral. She doesn't have the wherewithal to wonder if they know who she is, but she's glad that her face is turned away from them anyway. His other hand has come back down to her swimsuit in its prior place, and she is resisting the urge to roll her hips against him.
She pulls away and swallows thick, "Let's go upstairs," she whispers.
"Let's…get it on?" Henry asks playfully, raising his brow.
She bites her lip and chuckles again, kissing him once more before letting her legs down and turning to exit the pool. The music upstairs was still blasting, but the women had moved inside and left the sliding door open, and she could hear them chanting "Birthday shot! Birthday shot!" She reaches back for Henry's hand as she starts her way up the steps, and he grabs her drink for her before they both get out of the pool.
"We're headed up, Matt." Henry announces, "It's a little chilly down here."
Elizabeth has to turn away and snort, trying to keep her slightly-drunken laughter in at Henry's lie. It was so not chilly out here in this Florida pool, but Henry tried to cover up their obvious reasons for leaving. She could only appreciate that, and it made her love him even more.
And want to do other things with him even more.