A/N: Thank you once again for all the lovely comments and support for this story; now it's time for the smut. Please note the rating change and I hope you like this final chapter :D x


Chapter Four

The atmosphere felt close and intimate as Elizabeth held Henry's gaze, feeling the rise and fall of his chest against hers as she sat straddling his lap, his breath warm against her face with each exhale.

She cupped his face in one hand and leaned in to kiss him, her lips purposeful against his. The insecurity and concern from earlier in the day still lingered, and she felt the need to lose herself in Henry so that she could forget her worries for a while and remind herself that no matter what happened, they were together.

No incident in a bar was going to even come close to changing that.

But that didn't mean she couldn't remind Henry of why that was.

Elizabeth pressed her body hard to his, rocking her hips into him as she trailed her hands down his chest. He groaned as her pelvis pressed against his growing erection, his hands grasping at her hips to hold her in place. She continued to kiss him, his tongue duelling with hers but letting her take the lead for a while; it seemed he hadn't been lying about the authoritative thing.

An errant thought that had been irrationally plaguing her all day nudged into her mind again and Elizabeth found herself wondering if Melissa from the bar had been pretty. Wondering what the hell the woman had been thinking hitting on a man who had told her he was married. Hitting on her man. The jealousy may have been pointless but that didn't mean she could just forget it. Elizabeth started to work the buttons on Henry's shirt, fingers fumbling to get them undone as fast as possible while she continued to pour all of her feelings into their kiss.

Once his shirt was open, Elizabeth ran her hands over his chest, fingernails scraping lightly – and then not so lightly – making him hiss. His fingers dug tightly into her hips as she tore her mouth from his and started dropping hot, open-mouthed kisses down his neck and across his collarbone.

"Hey," Henry gasped out, one hand sliding up her back and untucking her blouse from her slacks as he went. "I thought I was the one supposed to be proving a point."

Elizabeth pulled back to look at him, satisfaction trickling in her veins at the look of arousal and lust on her husband's face. But she couldn't hide the barest hint of insecurity in her tone as she said, quietly, "Maybe I have a point to prove, too."

Henry's face softened as he smiled at her. "Babe, you've got nothing to prove to me."

She felt like he could see right into her, like he knew exactly what she was thinking without her having to say a word. It was the product of knowing her so well, just as she knew him, but right then it made her feel just the slightest bit vulnerable – especially after she had just confessed her concerns to him about people targeting him because of her job. She looked down to avoid his gaze and was just about to distract him by unbuttoning his dress pants – or maybe her own blouse; that would definitely get his attention – when his hands at her hips pressed forwards, encouraging her to stand.

He didn't let go of her as she stood in front of him but he did shuffle forwards on the chair and then pulled her a half-step forward so she stood in between his legs. His hands skimmed her sides lightly as he gathered her blouse to bare a small strip of skin. Elizabeth brought her gaze back to his face and watched the almost reverent expression he wore as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her abdomen. Warmth flooded through her at the tenderness of the gesture and the way his nose nuzzled into her stomach, but whether she should call the feeling arousal or love she wasn't sure.

Maybe it was both.

"I love you," Henry said. Then he tilted his head to look up at her; his eyes were dark and full of sinful intent. "And I want you."

She sucked in a breath at the look on his face; he often looked at her with desire but right then… it was like he needed her like he needed oxygen.

Still transfixed by Henry's expression, Elizabeth startled slightly as he suddenly stood, shucking his shirt before taking her in his arms, looking down at her for a long moment before he sealed his lips to hers and his tongue delved into her mouth.

She moaned at the flood of sensations and didn't even try to keep up, just holding on with her arms around his shoulders and letting him take control for a while.


Henry's hands roamed her upper body, palms skimming her back and her sides before sliding around to linger at her breasts, testing the weight of them and stroking his thumbs over her nipples through her blouse, making her gasp and press closer to him. He broke their kiss to watch her face as he gently pinched her nipples, feeling a surge of lust in the core of him as her eyes closed and she sighed his name as she let out a shaky breath.

He needed more of her.

That was always the truth of it. A quarter of a century together and he still hadn't had his fill. He didn't think he ever would. And no one else could ever hope to compare.

He groaned. "I want to see you."

She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "I'm right here."

"You know what I mean." He leaned in and kissed her cheek then whispered in her ear, "Take off your blouse."

The air was still for a moment and then Elizabeth complied with his request, deft fingers sliding buttons through holes and then letting the garment drop where she stood, letting him look.

Henry took a moment to just drink her in, all smooth, soft skin and gentle curves that he had spent decades getting to know. The urge to lose himself in her body was strong. "You're beautiful," he said, and then he reached for her again.

His kiss this time was tender but still filled with intent as his hands slid around her back to unclasp her bra and draw it away from her body before he spanned her slim waist with his palms. She pressed her hips to his and he knew that she'd be able to feel him hard against her stomach; he placed a hand firmly on her back to keep her there, wanting her to feel the effect she had on him, the effect that no one else did.

He thrust lightly against her as their kiss grew in intensity and he walked her the couple of steps backwards until her legs hit the desk, trapping her firmly between the wood and his body and letting him grind more effectively against her. They both moaned at the sensation, breaking the kiss.

Elizabeth's palms stroked eagerly over his chest. "Henry, take your clothes off."

Even when she was happy for him to take the lead she still had her own ideas about how he should go about it. Of course. The thought made him grin.

"Are you hitting on me, Elizabeth McCord?" he murmured playfully.

She smiled. "You can call it that if you want. Personally I'd call it an order."

"Well, who am I to disobey a direct order?" He took a half-step back to comply with his wife's wishes, keeping his eyes on her face as he took off his trousers, pulling off his shoes at the same time. He knew that she was watching him closely and could feel the heat of her gaze on him as he slowly slid down his boxers, leaving him standing naked in front of her in their office.

They could have been almost anywhere and it wouldn't have lessened his eagerness for her; he was desperate to be inside her and there was no way that she couldn't tell.

He swooped in on her while she was still distracted by his body – and how proud he was that he could still hold her attention like that – lowering himself slightly so he could press kisses down her chest and over her breasts, sucking her nipples into his mouth and nipping lightly to make her cry out. Then he dropped to his knees and kissed her stomach as he slid open the clasp of her slacks and lowered the zip.

Henry could hear Elizabeth breathing heavily as he pulled down her slacks and underwear in one go, leaving her clothes in a puddle around her feet. He found himself craving to see her let go completely, wanting her to come undone against him, around him, because of him. He craved it, and he thought that she needed it, too. She needed to let go and find herself, her certainty, in their relationship, needed the release.

And so with a quick glance back up at her face to check that she was with him, Henry slid his hands between her thighs and encouraged her to widen her stance, fingers trailing over the delicate skin of her inner thigh before sealing his mouth over the core of her, pleased when he found her already wet for him.

Elizabeth cried out something that may have been his name as her palms slammed down on the desk, clutching at the wood for purchase as his tongue slid along her folds and he hummed in the back of his throat so that she would feel the vibrations.

"That's it," he murmured.

He moved one hand in between them and eased a finger inside her, feeling her walls clamp briefly around him before she relaxed and moaned loudly at the sensations. Henry felt himself throb at her response; he always loved to hear the effect he was having on her and the way she didn't hold back as he drove her closer towards orgasm.

A second finger joined the first and he slid in a little deeper as his tongue found her clit and his mouth sealed around her in a kiss. Elizabeth leaned more of her weight on the desk as her knees started to wobble, prompting Henry to wrap his free arm around the backs of her thighs to hold her steady and having the added benefit of keeping her pressed close against his mouth.

He knew that she was close; he could feel the tension in her thighs and the way she was trying to buck against him, the movement hampered by him in front of her and the desk behind. He applied just a little more pressure to her clit and she flew over the edge, going stock still and silent for several seconds as the orgasm washed over her and Henry kept up his touches for a little while longer.

When he felt her start to come down from her high, he stood, his fingers trailing her wetness over her hips as he ran his hands over her body. Her eyes were closed and there was a look of bliss on her face, which caused pride to flourish within him at the thought that he had been the one to put that look there.

He wanted it to stay there for as long as possible.

He leaned in to kiss her then, encouraging her to open her eyes. "Hey," he whispered.

She smiled, and the look of love and trust in her eyes threatened to take his breath away.

Unable to delay his need for her any longer, Henry held Elizabeth's gaze as he reached between them to guide himself inside her, using one hand to haul her a little higher and tighter against him so that he could get the angle just right. He hissed as he felt her wet heat close around him, his nerve endings sparking and tingling and he didn't think he was going to last that long.

He had wanted her since the previous night in the bar and they had exchanged some flirty texts before he was interrupted by Melissa, and he had been desperate for her since that morning when they had talked and kissed in the kitchen. Now that he had her, he couldn't hold back.

Buried as deep as he could go, he slid his arms around her and lifted her, pleased when she wrapped her legs around his waist without prompting. He put her down on the desk and then helped her to lie back on her elbows, her body laid out before him. "Beautiful," he told her for the second time that night as he started to move within her, slowly at first until he found his rhythm and then faster as need started to overtake him.

Elizabeth moaned as he slid back inside her, still sensitive from her orgasm, her hips rising to meet him halfway.

"Good?" he asked, already pretty sure of the answer but feeling the need to check.

She nodded, her breathing ragged. "Yeah."

"You're the only one I want, babe. This is so perfect. This is… you're everything."

After that he didn't say anything at all, too caught up in the sensations of Elizabeth's walls closing around him again and again and the look on her face and the pressure growing within him and the feel of her hand against the top of his thigh as she took her weight onto one arm and stretched to touch any part of him she could reach.

Feeling his pleasure starting to peak, he took one hand from her hip and pressed his fingers against her clit, determined to take her with him. She cried out at the intensity of it, bucking against him. He rubbed firmly as he came hard inside her, shudders running through him for long seconds and making him falter briefly as the pleasure washed over him. Then with one more pass of his thumb, Elizabeth came again, sending aftershocks rippling through him as her face contorted with pleasure.

Soaked with sweat, he eased himself out of her and then helped her to sit up on the desk, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. "Okay?"

She nodded and wrapped her arms around his waist like she was eager to keep him with her, like she wasn't quite ready to let go.

As though he was planning to go anywhere.

Elizabeth broke the silence after a minute, her voice a little throaty. "Well, Henry, that was quite the chat up line."

He smiled. "I'm not planning to flirt with anyone apart from you, babe."

Her arms and legs tightened around him possessively. "Good."

He pressed a kiss to her hair and held her close, directing her head to his chest with one hand, fingers tangling in her hair. Contentment washed over him and he was reminded of Melissa's comment in the bar the previous night – that being happily married must be nice. She had no idea how right she was.

And as for the spice?

No matter whether Elizabeth was or wasn't the Secretary of State, and no matter what threats they faced – or how many people tried to hit on them in bars - Henry figured they weren't about to run out any time soon.