AN: This is a oneshot for the lovely @LesbianLovers3 who prompted a second episode for Henry and Sammy. I hope this fulfilled your expectations!

Enjoy~

A rapid line of ten or eleven foam Nerf bullets whiz through the air dangerously close to Samuel Swan-Mills's face. He slams his body against the carpet behind his couch barricade just in time, and the bullets hit the wall behind him in quick succession. The suction cups at the tips of the bullets connect with the plaster, but only a few stay erect on the wall while the others fall limply to the floor. He leaps up to face the proud twin sisters holding bulky Nerf guns nearly the size of themselves with a triumphant yell.

"HA! You missed--" he's cut off by a bullet he hadn't seen coming suctioning perfectly to his scratchy cheek. "--me," he finishes dejectedly, popping the foam cylinder off of his face and flicking it to the floor.

"We got you, Dadda!!" Ari exclaims excitedly, dropping her gun a mere inch away from her sister's toe. Mia doesn't seem to notice, as she's hopping around, celebrating their victory. Sam wipes his faux sour expression from his face and laughs.

"You sure did!" His excitement only adds to theirs, but it simmers down significantly when he continues solemnly, "..but there's a price to winning a Nerf War."

"W-what is it?" Mia asks nervously, jumping up and down all but forgotten.

"It means," he begins, menacingly stepping around the couch and towards them, "you get tickled!" Before the twins have a chance to react, he pins them on the opposite couch they're perched on and begins pinching their sides simultaneously. High-pitched squeals pierce the air, and Sam finds himself slipping farther and farther into the moment when he glances up at the clock. He stops abruptly, causing his daughters to shoot him identical quizzical looks.

"Uh oh--Daddy will be home any minute, and this living room is a train wreck." He surveys the damage with his hands on his hips, complete with the two little girls on the couch. Their clothes are wrinkled and their hair that his husband had so painstakingly combed and fixed that morning is completely mussed.

"And what about the--" Ari begins, then drops her voice to a dramatic whisper, "--surprise?"

And of course, there's that. Today is Sam's husband, Henry's birthday, and the twins had desperately wanted to surprise him. Their idea of that is really just balloons in the kitchen and a sad-looking chocolate cake, but Henry will love it for sure. The cake is really the best that any two five-year-olds can bake--with Sam's complete supervision of course. "Ah, yes." He acts as though he'd just remembered, much to his daughters' amusement, "Is everything for 'Operation: Birthday' ready?" As he says the name he can't help but grin--Henry still loves to name every special thing under an 'operation' name, but he would be ashamed of this one. "You know, you two, the point of a code name is so nobody knows what you're talking about. Maybe adding the actual word of what this operation is about isn't the best idea?" He tries for the umpteenth time to try and get his daughters to change the name of the mission.

Of course, it fails once more, and all he gets is a small chorus of "No!" before they scamper off to the kitchen to their positions, leaving Sam to clean the messy room. He only manages to pick up a few pillows and pop the darts off the wall before he hears the sound of Henry's key scratching the lock of the front door. Despite his worries of what his husband will say when he sees the state of the house, Sam still feels his heart leap in his chest at the anticipation of seeing Henry as soon as he arrives home after work. In all the five years they've been married, it never gets old.

The door flings open, and the howling wind bangs it against the opposite wall. Henry enters, looking undeniably tired and wet from the rain, and he sighs before raking a hand through his long, damp unruly waves and sets his briefcase down on the small table in the entryway.

"Hey, Baby; how was work?" Sam asks, careful to avoid the subject that it's Henry's birthday as he strides up to his husband. Henry lifts his black, plastic framed glasses off his nose and begins drying the raindrops off of the lenses with a cloth in his pocket.

"Not the best," he answers honestly, squinting through the lenses towards the light to see if they're dry before setting them back on his face. "I have this awful article to write and I've got to have it on my boss's desk on Tuesday morning." Though journaling is his dream job, it's less than that as of late, since his boss always makes sure to give him a hard time.

And, if Henry's being completely honest with himself, it's not completely his job that's put him in such a mood. Sure, he's always said that his birthdays mean very little to him, but when his family's all but forgotten about his, it's hard not to care. But, he only cares a little, is only a little hurt. Okay, maybe medium hurt. Not once all day has Sammy made a single mention of it; though, at the door right before he left for work that morning, he did get an extra-good kiss, which counts for something.

"Damn your boss," Sammy says bitterly before lifting his arms to rest across Henry's shoulders and pressing a soft, lingering kiss on his husband's lips. Henry breaks away first, but Sammy doesn't give him a chance to retreat far before sealing their lips once more, and this time deepening the kiss enough to the extent that if their daughters were watching, it would be highly inappropriate.

"Mmm, Sammy, what's this?" Henry asks with a smirk and a playful growl to his words. His pants are beginning to feel exceptionally tight directly beneath his waist, and he'd would be lying if he didn't admit that Sammy's kisses are still enough to make Henry forget his own name.

"What, can't a guy kiss his own husband after a hard day's work?" He questions throatily, complete with a single eyebrow raise that'd taken hours in front of a mirror to master.

"I like the sound of that," Henry openly flirts, closing the remaining distance between them so the tent in his pants purposely brushes up against Sammy. The heat in the room seems to rise dramatically, and Sammy can feel his heart pounding in his ears. Then, before their lips can touch once more, a loud clatter and a giggle from the kitchen peaks their attention.

"That's a record-breaking mood killer," Sammy deadpans, moving away from Henry while his blood still pulses, begging for more. He gives a small shrug before entering the kitchen to be sure everything is ready, closing the sliding door behind him.

In the mere moments after the loss of contact, Henry remembers his reason for a sour mood. In succession, a fat drop of water from his hair falls between his eye and his glasses, and Henry wipes it away, all while thinking that maybe he should remind Sammy it's his birthday. The petty side of him longs to see his husband's face when he realizes what he'd forgotten. He's sure to get more than one apology bubble baths for this. Henry strides towards the kitchen door, loosening his tie with one hand and absently scratching the five o'clock shadow on his jaw with the other. He slides open the door, trying not to think about the trail of water he's likely leaving on the expensive tiling, when.....

"SURPRISE!!!"

Henry takes a staggering step backward, taking in the image of the kitchen. Streamers hang limply from almost every surface, colorful, non-helium balloons litter the floor, and his favorite meal that Sammy cooks decorates the table in steaming platters. The last thing he notices is a brown, misshapen mound he's certain is a slightly burnt cake, but his heart swells at all of it, even through the mess. "You guys.." he begins, inwardly cursing his throat for closing up. Since when did Henry Swan-Mills get so tearful and touched about his birthday? But, he can't deny, deep in his heart, he feels intense relief that they didn't forget. "You guys remembered?"

"Duh," begins the already sassy Ari (who apparently takes after the Mills side of the family), but is drowned out by her sister.

"Of course, Daddy!" She squeals happily, scampering towards him and he swoops her into his arms, pressing a quick kiss against her soft, chubby cheek. "Did you like the surprise, Daddy? It was my idea," Mia brags, latching her arms around his neck.

"And mine!" Ari shouts, not to be undone. She races over and lifts her arms to be picked up as well. Henry sighs slightly but obliges, and lifts her just as easily to sit on his other arm.

"Thank you." He expresses genuinely, never one to overly baby small children. "I love it," he gives each daughter a peck on the temple before setting them down. Henry glances over at Sammy, sharing a smile before sitting down next to him, twisting his wedding band around his finger.

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"The dishes are done, the kids are in bed, it's the night of your birthday...whatever shall we do?" Sammy jokes, joining Henry on the couch and pretending to swoon into his lap. "I'm just about plum out of ideas."

"Hmm..." Henry pretends to think, furrowing his brow and stroking his stubble in a way he never has before in his life, making Sammy slap his hand away from his jaw, insisting it made him look 'old'. "Now wait--I have a crazy idea."

Sammy perks up, raising his previously swooned body to look at Henry with excitement. "We're going to raid the zoo a midnight and steal all of the goats from the petting area?!"

Henry lets out a loud guffaw and casts a disbelieving look over his shoulder at his husband. "What the hell, Sammy?" He laughs, shaking his head. "Oh, my god. This is why I married you. Come here." He insists, opening up his arms.

Sammy climbs into them, and lifts his head so his and Henry's faces are mere inches apart. "What if we....picked up where we left off?" He presents the idea that both had been wanting all along, slurring his words only slightly in anticipation.

"You read my mind." Henry admits, licking his lips and moving in slightly to rest their bottom lips together. The contact creates a spark that whizzes through them like electricity, and Henry purposely keeps their lips only lightly together, hoping to drive Sammy to the next stage with raw desire.

"Kiss me," Sammy full-on begs with light panting. Henry lingers a few moments longer, a side of his mouth twitching when he sees something close to a type of agony on Sammy's face, then gives in when he, too, can't take the need for more any longer.

When he finally seals the kiss, it's hard. It's unexpected and rough; like two waves crashing against each other and drinking the life out of the other. Henry parts his lips first, giving the first request to deepen the kiss. Sammy, not one to agonize the moment, obliges almost immediately. Henry's tongue rakes across a row of Sammy's straight, pearly teeth and his ever-working lips begin to grow numb with the efforts. Eventually, Sammy breaks apart first, but only long enough to say,

"I haven't given you your present yet," he pants, massaging Henry's scalp with his fingertips.

"Yes, you did," Henry reminds him with a frown, referring to the gifts Henry had opened an hour ago. Among other things such as two bouquets of flowers, Sammy had gifted him with a set of promise rings for them, and as it sits new and shiny on his finger alongside his wedding band, he vows never to remove it.

"Not the real one." Sammy insists, spreading his cheeks into a devilish smirk. "It's called, 'my clothes and your clothes on the floor next to the couch.'"

Henry's mind clouds with desire, and he gulps in a breath of air before managing, "I can't wait to unwrap that one." His gaze follows Sammy's to the buttons holding together his husband's shirt.

Sammy grabs Henry's hands and rests them on his chest. The fire across them cracks and pops merrily, almost as if to invite them to do away with such a silly thing as clothes. There's a bouquet of roses on the coffee table and there's a set of promise rings resting on each of the married couple's fingers. "Happy birthday, Baby."

AN: I hope you don't mind that this one is a little short--it's much shorter than I expected it to be but I didn't want to draw anything out. I still really like the way this one turned out, and enjoyed writing it.

As always, if you have a prompt for me, please comment it on this chapter or the previous one, and I will be happy to dedicate a oneshot to you! Don't forget to vote:)