I have no idea where this came from, but here we go

"Hey babe," Henry said from the window seat. Elizabeth gave him a weary smile and climbed up to join him. She sat between his legs, her back resting on his chest, and let out a defeated sigh.

"Rough day?"

"Yeah."

"You want to talk about it?" Elizabeth let her walls come down at her husband's gentle tone, and she began to vent.

"It all started with this guy from DoD was mansplaining feminist international relations theory. And when you think about that, it's kind of funny, but at the time it just pissed me off." Henry began massaging the knots from her shoulders, tense from a difficult day. She let herself melt into his soothing touch and continued. "Then I headed down to the office hoping for a peaceful day, but my staff stormed me with about ten 'urgent' or 'pressing' matters. I spent from nine until noon dealing with some crisis or another." Henry's thumb passed over a particularly tight ligament. She let out a soft moan and lapsed into silence as he continued to work to loosen her muscles.

"What happened after that?" he prompted.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. In the middle of my incredibly boring budget meeting, Blake calls nearly in tears because there were a couple of pigeons in his apartment and- oh god, yes, right there- Nadine and I went over there to help him out."

"So I didn't get to eat lunch until 2:30, but just as I had 15 minutes to myself, Russell barged into my office and started yelling at me about- don't stop, please don't stop- something or other, I can barely keep track these days. Anyway, I got stuck at the office because Peru and Bolivia are arguing about basically everything again. That's why I got home so late."

"I'm sorry, babe. That sounds hard." The gentle rumble of Henry's voice was so comforting. Maybe today wasn't so bad... "But you're home now, and the world is still intact, so that's good."

"Yeah." She nodded and then frowned apologetically. "I'm sorry that I missed dinner, and I'm sorry I'm not being a good listener to you right now. I want to be present with you but I'm just so caught up with- Henry, what are you doing?" Somehow, when she was talking, he had managed to unzip her pants without her noticing.

"Shh... Just relax." Elizabeth surrendered himself to his hands, her whole body relaxing and sinking deeper into his arms.

"I'm sorry you had a bad day," he murmured, his hot breath prickling the fine hairs on her neck. He rested one hand on the waistband of her panties, heightening the heat that she already felt in her abdomen. The other slipped under her blouse and began to caress the soft skin at her ribcage, trailing higher with each pass. Henry began pressing hot, languid kisses along the back of her neck. "But maybe I can make it better."

"Please," Elizabeth whispered. He took his time unapologetically trailing his lips and tongue along the sensitive skin. Her breath hitched when the hand under her shirt came into contact with one of her breasts. He slipped his hand under the cup of her bra to pinch a hardened nipple.

"Henry," she whimpered, the stress of the day completely forgotten. Henry's other hand that had been dormant until then slipped into her panties. Elizabeth impatiently took off her pants and underwear, kicking them on to the floor. She settled back into his embrace and spread her legs so that her knees were resting on the insides on his thighs.

"Let me take care of you." Henry parted her lips with one finger, spreading her arousal up to her clit. She shivered and let out a soft moan. He began to trace light circles over her clit while he continued to massage her breasts. Elizabeth shut her eyes and let her head loll back on his shoulder as he took care of her. After a few minutes, her breaths were coming in shaky gasps, and she was gripping his thighs, nails catching on the denim of his jeans.

"Baby, I'm so close. I... I need you." Not one to leave her hanging, he inserted two fingers into her wet heat. He curled them against the swollen spot just beyond her entrance.

"Henry, please," Elizabeth begged. She grabbed his forearm, burying his fingers deeper inside. He began to pump in and out of her, the heel of his hand rubbing just right on her clit. She started to squirm, desperately chasing down her release. Henry banded his arm around her waist to keep her steady as he continued to pleasure her. There was a warm bubbling sensation in her belly that grew with every flex of his wrist. Elizabeth couldn't contain the loud moans as his fingers edged her closer and closer.

Suddenly she felt weightless, free falling, until finally, finally, she came crashing down and the pleasure took over. She screamed his name as her muscles clamped down around his fingers, her body quivering in ecstasy.

When he removed his hand, it was covered in her arousal and he brought it to her lips. The soft groan that escaped his mouth as she greedily sucked his fingers clean was not lost on her, and neither was his erection that was pressing against her back. When she was finished Henry placed a tender kiss on her head. "Feel better?"

"Yes..."

"But?"

"I know something that could make it even better," Elizabeth said with a wicked smile.

"Oh?" Henry asked, a knowing glint in his eyes. "What's that?"

"Take me to bed."

So guys, let me know what you thought! I'm super shy about posting, specifically smut, so reviews are greatly appreciated.

Also, thoughts on a chapter two?