AN: This hiatus feels like it's never going to end. Here's to hoping this helps a little. Feel free to review. I appreciate everyone who takes the couple of minutes to let me know what they think.

This is the prompt that inspired this little snippet, but I didn't follow the actual prompt at all.

Madam secretary Prompt: Elizabeth & Henry are married, so there's nothing improper going on, but they're still mortified when somebody from Henry's family walks in on them in an intimate moment.

Elizabeth slipped into the bedroom and pushed the door closed behind her, placing her full weight against it. She grinned at Henry. "I checked on the girls. Did you look in on Jase?"

"He's fine," Henry said as he crossed the room. Slipping his fingers into hers, he pulled her arms above her head and pinned them to the door. "I've been waiting all day for this," he murmured as their lips met.

"Mmph." Her response was swallowed by their kiss. Henry trailed one hand down her arm, then flipped off the light. Elizabeth sucked in a breath. He moved his lips along her jaw and nibbled her ear. "Henry," she whimpered, barely able to move, her hands still pinned beneath his one. He grinned and tickled her ribs. She squealed and writhed against him finally breaking free. Henry laughed and snatched her around the waist and hauled her onto the bed.

Elizabeth scrambled to her knees and faced him. She scooted back off the opposite side of the bed and stripped. She held his gaze until she pulled her shirt over her head. When she tossed the shirt, Henry was there, next to her. She pulled him flush to her naked body letting her lips brush his before parting them, inviting him in. Their tongues slid past each other stoking the fire that was building in both. Henry broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. Elizabeth spoke. "You're entirely too overdressed."

She nimbly fingered the buttons on his shirt, unfastening them quickly and pushed it off his shoulders and then went to work on his pants, shoving them over his hips, to the floor. Henry stepped out of his pants and back to the head of the bed. Flipping the covers back, he took Elizabeth around the waist and eased her down crosswise on the bed, her lower legs dangling off the side. She grinned in anticipation of what was coming. Henry lay down beside her and stroked her side before massaging her breast. She rolled into him and groaned feeling his cock pressed to her stomach. She reached to wrap her fingers around it and he batted her hand back. "You need to keep you hands up here," he said, raising them over her head. " You don't get to touch me until I'm finished with you." She poked her lip out in protest. He rolled his eyes and flipped the blanket up. "And because you're pouting, you don't get to see either." Henry dove underneath the blanket, causing Elizabeth to giggle.

"You're a-" she started, but sucked in a sharp breath when took her nipple in his mouth. Slowly, he worked his way down her body. He planted kisses on her stomach moving lower and lower. Arousal coursed through Elizabeth's veins. She yearned for his touch. She pushed her hips into him, and he pulled back and slid off the edge of the bed away from her. Elizabeth made a move to push herself up and see what he was doing, but Henry squirmed back up her body and pushed her back to the bed. "I said you need to keep your hands up there, and you don't get to watch." He kissed her before disappearing back under the blanket.

Henry started at her knee and massaged his way up her legs before pressing his nose to her mound, inhaling deeply, causing Elizabeth to gasp. Then he blew the breath out and she shrieked. His tongue swiped through her folds and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from full on screaming. She hummed her approval as Henry continued to alternate his actions. Elizabeth's legs started to tremble and Elizabeth could barely register hearing the small voice saying, "Mama." Her eyes shot open just as the small four year old hands squeezed her cheeks. "Mama, what you doin'?"

Elizabeth tried to focus on the upside down image of Jason above her. "Jase, baby," Elizabeth's legs immediately clamped down on Henry's head to make him stop. "What are you-why are you up? You should be sleeping."

"Where's Daddy?" Jason asked.

"Uh, I'm not sure, but I know that you need to be in bed." Elizabeth was having a terrible time getting her brain to switch back to parent mode. She paused momentarily until she could make a coherent thought. "So. You should-no, you need to go hop back in bed and I'll be in to check on you in a minute. You better be under the covers. Quick now."

"But Daddy-" Jason started to say, but Elizabeth cut him off.

"Jase. Don't argue. You were told to go to bed."

In the light cast into the room from the hallway, Jason studied his mother. "You being tricky to me Mama." He pressed her cheeks harder. "I knows it."

"And Mr. McCord, I know that if you don't get in bed right this instant, there won't be any cartoons for you tomorrow. I said I would come to check on you in a minute. Now go."

Jason let out a little huff and let go of Elizabeth's face and scampered out of the room. She listened until she heard the squeak of Jason's bedsprings, then she let go of Henry. He slid off the side of the bed and sat on the floor. "I feel like my head has been in a vice. The Thighmaster is going in the trash tomorrow."

Elizabeth couldn't help but to giggle, "I'm so sorry." She bent down and kissed him. "I'm just thankful that there were covers involved tonight. The poor kid would be irreversibly scarred." She rolled off the bed and tugged on the t-shirt and shorts that were tossed on a chair against the wall. "I'll be back as soon as Jason goes to sleep, and you better not be." Henry laughed as he watched her pad out of the room to get their youngest back to sleep. Henry was sure that he'd wait up all night if he had to.