This will be a two parter...chapter 1 is based off what I'm 99% sure is the only not annoying advice I've been given since getting engaged, which is...love doesn't magically fix your problems, but it's what makes them worth fixing. Title comes from the John Legend song just because it started playing the minute I started trying to figure out a name for this sucker. Also it's just a lovely song.
Henry had been dead serious when he promised burgers and bowling the minute he got back from Pakistan. Unfortunately Elizabeth's schedule had been a little more complicated and then everything with Dmitri...suddenly it was a month later and they still hadn't completed their therapy assignment. It wasn't as if they desperately needed it, there had been lots of talking in their small hotel room in Sweden. Elizabeth came back home feeling lighter than she had in months and she knew Henry felt the same way, the change in his demeanor was significant.
Elizabeth was surprised one Friday when she arrived home to find a travel bag on their bed filled with what looked to be her things and Henry's. "Babe?" She called out, "Why is there a bag on the bed?"
Henry walked out of the bathroom, looking thrilled to see his wife. "Hey," he said with a huge smile as he wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace.
Elizabeth just sunk into his warm body for a minute; it felt so good to have her Henry back.
When he finally pulled back he still didn't answer her question so she repeated herself. "Babe, why is there a bag on the bed and why are both of our things in it?"
"Because we're going to the farm." He said matter-of-factly.
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, "Babe, as much as I want that I can't just take off."
"Blake and Nadine already know you'll be there. I cleared everything. You and I are going to have a nice, romantic, kid-free weekend and we are doing our damn therapy homework."
Elizabeth couldn't stop smiling, she loved that her husband had gone to all this trouble. She reached into the bag and pulled out her silly blue nightie, "You have a couple other plans besides burgers and bowling for us?"
Henry smiled, his eyes twinkling wickedly, "Would you be opposed to that?"
She bit her lip and shook her head, "Definitely not. In fact, if you just wanted to stay in all weekend I would be okay with that..."
Henry laughed, "That would be amazing but I promised you burgers and bowling and I'm going to deliver."
Elizabeth reached out to touch his arm, "I love you, Henry McCord."
He pulled her in and planted a light kiss on her lips, "I love you, too."
A few hours later they were at the farm complete with takeout from their favorite restaurant in Charlottesville.
Elizabeth was so happy, dinner was amazing and the conversation over their meal was lighthearted, fun and full of laughter. This had been what she missed the most. Sure she had been a little afraid that Henry would leave her but deep down, even when it was buried deep under her insecurities she knew he would always stay, what she had been most worried about was that they were no longer the people who had fallen in love with each other over twenty five years ago and that scared the hell out of her. But this, right now, this was them, this felt right.
Henry was at the sink rinsing off plates and Elizabeth walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his middle. He wiped his hands off and placed them over hers. "So what do you want to do, babe?"
"Go to our bedroom," she said, her voice muffled by his shoulder.
"I think it's a little early for bed," Henry teased.
Elizabeth pulled away from him and headed for their bedroom, two could play at that game. "Well then, I guess I'll just have to get into bed and entertain myself..."
Henry groaned, he wasn't going to be able to keep up this tease. He gave her a minute to wonder if he was coming by making sure the house was locked up and then he went into the bedroom and found his wife at her vanity in the bathroom. She was clad only in her blue nightie and she was just finishing wiping off her makeup. She looked stunning, she always looked stunning, but Elizabeth didn't wear much makeup. Tinted moisturizer, a touch of eye makeup, and a nude lip and she was done. Just enough to slightly enhance the gorgeous features she was innately blessed with. Henry didn't really care if his wife wore makeup or not, she was always the most beautiful woman in the room to him no matter what.
He placed his hands on her shoulders, tucking her hair off to one side so he could start to massage her neck.
She moaned in appreciation as his talented hands kneeled her neck exactly where she needed it most. She closed her eyes, feeling blissful and free in the moment, "Henry, god I forgot how good you are at this."
Henry grinned as he watched her eyes flutter shut and her breathing grow heavy in the mirror. He started kneading his way down her back and it only furthered her moans of gratitude. Elizabeth was thoroughly enjoying the massage but she had other plans for Henry that were much more pressing.
She turned around on her stool and reached up to grab his shirt and pull him down to meet her lips.
Her mouth practically devoured him with lust and he pulled her upright into a standing position to make it easier. She wrapped her arms around his torso and immediately her hands found their way under his shirt, caressing his soft, taunt skin.
Henry surprised her when he turned her around and walked her toward the sink. He lifted her up onto the counter and she immediately loosened her grip around his waist so that she could start yanking his shirt over his head. He readily complied and she didn't waste a minute before going for his pants. It didn't take her long to undress him, it was a skill she had perfected long ago, but she still enjoying getting a good look at him once she got him naked in front of her. To her, Henry was just beautiful, inside and out there wasn't a single part of him she didn't love with every part of her being. Even when he drove her crazy, she would rather be angry at him than fine with anyone else. That was just part of the journey they committed to together. They had learned a long time ago that their love for each other didn't magically fix anything; rather it made everything worth fixing.
She ran her hands up his chest, her fingers and palms trailing along his muscles. He wasn't a young man anymore but he was still fit, his body was still very attractive even if it wasn't ripped from Marine Corps training. In fact, she liked him better this level of fit, of healthy, when they had first started dating his ripped body had made her a little self-conscious. She had never in her life been out of shape and she had always been on the skinny side but his firm muscles were just a little daunting. Of course Henry had quashed her self-doubt almost immediately, proving to her-in more ways than one-just how much he loved her body.
He was looking down at her as her hands skimmed his chest. When she made eye contact with him she noticed his eyes were dark and heavy with lust. She loved that after all these years he still looked at her with the same fire, the same need. It never failed to make her feel beautiful and desired.
He covered her hands with his own and moved them to her sides. He grabbed the hem of her nightie and pulled it over her head, exposing her naked body underneath. Henry was the same way as Elizabeth he still couldn't help but stare at her, she was so stunning and even more perfect after having their three children and he never failed to tell her that. He started kissing his way down her chest, paying close attention to her breasts before he made his way down her stomach. "You're so beautiful," he whispered between kisses.
He kneeled down in between her legs and his mouth found her center, making her gasp at the contact. She closed her eyes and leaned backward, trying to brace herself against the cool marble countertop with her palms.
The way Henry's tongue moved between her slick folds, the way his hands gripped her thighs keeping her steady, the way his lips expertly brought her closer and closer to the edge of pleasure.
She managed to find enough balance to reach forward and grab ahold of his hair, tugging on it gently.
He kissed his way back up her body and when his lips got to hers she grinned at being able to taste herself on his lips. She reached between them, stroking his hard member in her hand and positioning him so he could sink into her. She wrapped her legs around him and he started to move, his pace gradually gaining with every swirl of his hips.
Elizabeth loved Henry's body pressed so tightly against her as he moved inside her. She enjoyed having control in her professional life but when it came to Henry she was more than happy to let him take the lead most of the time. But letting Henry take the lead was different because he was all about pleasing her. She never once worried about not finishing; Henry was never fully satisfied until she was satisfied.
She came first, Henry following soon after, and she just collapsed against him and clung to him as she buried her head in his shoulder. Henry held onto her tightly and kissed her temple as he let one hand run soothingly up and down her back.
"It was a brilliant idea to get away this weekend," she mumbled against his shoulder.
Henry laughed and he lifted her up off the counter and brought her to the bed. She crawled under the covers and she pulled him in next to her, wrapping her arms around his warm body.
Henry settled in next to her and he closed his eyes, he was exhausted. "Burgers and bowling tomorrow, babe."
Elizabeth just smiled to herself, she had no doubt in her mind everything was slowly but surely coming back to normal and she was extremely grateful.
Thanks for reading! Chapter 2 will be up tomorrow. I just wanted to space them out and make this a two parter. Please leave me some love?! x J