A/N: Hey friends. Sorry for my marked absence. I'll catch up on stories and reviews soon, I promise. This is something I started for Adi, and hopefully I can find the motivation to finish the thing. In the mean time, here's a small lead up. Let me know what you think. Thanks for reading.

The Wait

Seven days. Seven of the longest days and fifteen hours of her life. He'd been gone only a week, but Elizabeth felt like she'd gone months without the touch of her husband. Usually she liked to go with him on these work trips, sort of a small getaway in amongst the chaos of daily life, but not this one.

Warm and relaxed from the shower, she let her towel drop carelessly to the floor, not bothering to hang it. She inhaled the sweet, earthy scent of her shampoo that wafted from the bathroom. Padding across the soft carpet of their bedroom, she decided against clothing, enjoying the feeling of her skin still supple and soft from the hot water.

The house was empty, and she revelled in the opportunity to lay in bed, nude and carefree. As her muscles relaxed and sank into the plush mattress, her mind began to unwind and wander, and so did her hands. Palms flat on her belly, she stroked gently, enjoying the way her fingertips tickled lightly. She imagined Henry's large hands stroking her belly, his palms hot and soft against her. Yes, it'd been far too long. She moved a hand higher, cupping her own breast and squeezing gently, sending a warm ripple of pleasure through her boneless form. Elizabeth pictured him, sitting with a book in hand, his hair thick and disheveled and glasses perched on the tip of his pointed nose. He had a stubble in her mind, something that he rarely allowed, but it was just the right amount of unkempt.

That was her husband. Gentle, handsome and wickedly intelligent. She giggled softly to herself at the thought that nerdy Henry turned her on. Button up shirt, the top two open just enough for a tuft of fair hair to peek out, and his glasses positioned low, his eyes dark and heavy as he peered over them towards her. That was her fantasy.

The stray hand slipped lower again, and she parted her knees in welcome of touch. She slid her fingers down over the cropped hair between her thighs and between her cleft. Beginning a slow, languorous pattern, up and down, she imagined her husband between her thighs. His nose pressed against her pubic bone, and his glorious tongue performing any number of delightful movements. She wet her lips quickly, letting her tongue linger slightly, peeking out from her darkened lips. He'd hum against her body, like he always did, the deep rumble sending prickles of pleasure through her aching loins. There was something undeniably arousing about the professor thing. On many occasion, she'd fantasised about him teaching, and him teaching.

Her eyes shot open when he heard something quite like a growl from across the room. Pushing up onto her elbows, she met eyes with a heavy, dangerous gaze. Leant lazily against the back of the door, Henry flashed her a daring grin. Her heart thundered, faster than before, her ears ringing full as the heat of embarrassment and equally arousal crept up to the tips of her ears. He was home. Early. He'd been watching, but for how long? His button down shirt was creased and untucked, belt unbuckled and hanging loosely around his hips. Her eyes raked upwards, past his partially exposed chest, and god, his day-old stubble. Her embarrassment subsided for a mere second, replaced by furious lust.

"I see you've missed me," He said quietly.

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TBC.