AN: Again with the pointless smut that wouldn't have happened on the show.

"This...can't...happen...again." she panted, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, fingers clutching at his jacket covered shoulders.

"I...know." he answered between thrusts, her body pressed between his and the office wall. "Won't...happen...again."

"Mmm." she agreed, ankles pressing into his clenching cheeks.

Face resting against her neck, Harry pressed hot, open mouthed kisses along her raging pulse.

"Oh God." Ruth whimpered, her head falling back into the wall as she pushed her pelvis back against his. At the friction created against her clit, she felt her muscles clenching around him, moaning loudly as her back arched, chest pressing against his. "God."

Her inner muscles contract around his erection, Harry thrust harder and faster, his hands resting against the wall on either side of her head. Feeling the tell-tale tingling of his nearing orgasm, he turned his face into her shoulder, mouthing her name silently against her blouse.

Panting to catch his breath, he felt her trembling legs move from around his waist, his flaccid penis sliding free as she slowly lowered her feet to the floor. Hands sliding around down his shoulders, they came to rest against his chest, fingers curling into the white fabric of his shirt.

Fingers of his left hand moving to grip her hip, Harry leaned back until he was looking down at her. With his right hand, he slowly caressed her cheek as she lifted her eyes and smiled shyly at him, in contrast to what they had just done.

Smiling back, he brushed his lips softly against hers. Thumb following the contour of her upper lip, he watched her a moment before speaking.

"Have dinner with me?"

"I...I..." Hand moving to wrap around his wrist, she stared at him with wide eyes.

"Please?"

"I...can't." she whispered, trembling as she pushed him away. "We can't."

With that, she slid from between him and the wall, and walked slowly towards the door only pausing by his desk to gather the files she'd brought in ten minutes before.

Not turning to look, he waited a beat before speaking. "I'm not going to wait forever."

Stopping in the doorway, she glanced back at him, her shoulders drooping as she spoke towards the floor. "I know."

And then she was gone. Forehead resting against the wall, Harry pounded his fist against the drywall, wondering how things had gone so wrong.

Things progressed.

Life moved on.

Neither mentioned that night in his office though they didn't forget.

Ruth tried.

She joined a choir.

Took a cooking class at a local school.

Met some nice, middle-class men. Went on a few first dates that never went any further.

And dreamed of Harry at night.

Harry didn't.

Try to forget that is.

Nothing could erase the feeling of her body pressed against his, her inner walls clenching him so perfectly.

Her fingers clutching at his shoulders as she'd moaned her release.

But he did move on.

Albeit reluctantly.

In fact, it hadn't been planned.

It'd just happened.

One night, three months after their tryst in his office, he met a woman at some function thrown by the PM.

A nice woman who'd engaged him in conversation about the failing politics of those currently in office as she'd stood in the corner of the room. He'd turned in surprise and found himself staring into a pair of deep, brown eyes.

She was tall.

Unlike Ruth.

With long, auburn hair and pale skin.

And while shy; like Ruth; she didn't let it stop her from debating with him the merits of a full reorganization of Parliament. Or from sharing her views on how the lives of so many in Britain; actually the World; could be improved if more people just gave a damn.

He'd asked her to dinner the next night.

That had been six months before.

They were still seeing one another. Almost exclusively.

As he stood in his office straightening the bow tie of his dinner suit, Harry found himself watching as Ruth wove her way across the Grid, her black coat wrapped tightly around her small frame. This...evening...with the French and Italian delegations on Foreign Trade was not something he was looking forward too. When the DG had approached him about gathering information, he'd wanted to shrug it off.

Rubbing elbows with pompous asses was not to his liking.

Especially when Victoria was returning that afternoon from a two week business trip to Austria. They'd talked on the phone infrequently during that time; her schedule filled with meeting between other corporate lawyers and business men.

It was the longest they'd gone without seeing or speaking to one another since their tenth date. He'd rather be at her flat than attending this thing.

His lips pressed against the skin of her neck, his hands slowly working their way under the front of her shirt as they stood in the kitchen, bodies pressed together as she tried to make dinner.

Tried being the operative word.

"Harry?"

Looking up at the soft voice, Harry smiled at the woman standing in his doorway and gestured her in.

"What is it Ruth?"

Shifting from foot to foot, she looked at him nervously.

"I was wondering if you could help me with something?"

"Of course. What is it?"

Turning to close and lock the door, Ruth crossed the office and shut the blinds before turning to look at him, her cheeks beet red.

"This dress...that I have to wear tonight. I..." she paused, skin flushing more as she lowered her eyes slightly. "I can't get it to zip up. I think it's stuck." Eyes lifting to his, she bit her lower lip. "And I didn't know who else to ask for help."

"Not a problem." Hands beckoning her close, he watched as she opened the coat and lowered it to a chair. "Let me see what I can do for you."

"Tha...thank you." she said quietly, crossing to stand in front of him. Turning her back to him, she gathered her hair in one hand and held it out of his way.

"Hmmm." he said, turning his attention to the task at hand.

Or tried to.

It was difficult what with the large expanse of pale, smooth skin currently exposed to him.

Skin he'd never seen before.

Warm skin he found as his finger brushed against her lower back.

Soft skin.

Fingers gently tugging at material twisted in the zipper, he found his eyes drawn to her slender neck. Eyes closing, he breathed in the scent of citrus as he finally got the zip free.

One hand holding her hip, the other slowly sliding the metal up the length of her back, he breathed softly, slowly. Finally he reached the top and he paused, eyes still closed as he spoke softly.

"There you go."

Head turned slightly to the side, Ruth didn't move. "Thank you."

"Mmm."

Both stood there for long minutes, neither moving.

Eyes opening, Harry stared at her nape.

Watched the gentle rise and fall of her shoulders as she breathed.

Wondered what she tasted like.

Leaning forward, his nose brushing her hair, he gave in. Lips opening against her skin, he let the hand holding the zip slide slowly over her shoulder as his tongue darted out.

Licked her.

Heading falling forward, Ruth let her hair fall over her shoulder as her hands dropped to the top of the desk. Eyes closing, she felt his mouth trail down her neck, over her shoulder; hot, open mouthed kisses being left in its wake.

Tongue and teeth tracing the black silk of her dress, Harry moved slowly, his eyes closing as he nipped a trail to her neck. Head turning, he found her pulse beating steadily and set his lips around it, sucking gently.

"Harry." His name came out as a sigh, her chin dropping to her chest.

Lips trailing to her ear, he nipped it before running his tongue around it. Breath hot against her, he opened his eyes.

"Tell me to stop."

Mouth wrapping around her ear, he sucked.

"I can't."

Teeth grasping cartilage, he pulled.

"Tell me to stop." he said again, his lips brushing delicate skin.

"Don't stop."

With a low growl, Harry pressed his body into hers as his mouth trailed across her neck, her shoulders. Hands gripping her hips, he pressed his growing erection against her buttocks.

"If you don't tell me to stop, I'm going to fuck you."

Hands sliding against wood, she pressed back against him.

"I want you too."

"Want me to what?" he asked, grinding against her, one hand leaving her hip to pull the material of her dress up.

"What you said." Back arching, she pressed her bum harder against his erection.

Hand sliding along the warm skin of her inner thigh, Harry stifled a groan as he came in contact with her wet folds.

No knickers. Fuck.

Fingers gliding back and forth, lightly, he pressed his mouth to her ear again.

"What do you want me to do to you Ruth?"

Legs parting, she moaned at the feeling of his fingers on her.

"Fuck me."

Hands dropping from her body, he backed away slightly. Ruth whimpered slightly at the loss of contact and turned her head, finally opening her eyes to look at him.

Undoing his belt and trousers, Harry pushed them to the floor as he met her eyes. Leaning forward, he captured her lips in his for a moment, his hands moving to pull up her dress. Material bunched around her waist, he gripped his penis with one hand and slid it between her legs, letting her wetness coat him.

Mouth falling away from his, Ruth moaned as she leaned forward on her hands, the feeling of his firmness between her legs heaven.

Penis still rubbing back and forth against her clitoris, Harry used his other hand to push her forward over the top of his desk. Using his knee, he spread her legs wider before gripping her hip again and guiding himself into her warm heat.

Pausing as she adjusted to his length, he looked down at where they were joined, his breath catching for a moment at the sight. Feeling her muscles finally relax, he gripped her hips in both hands and withdrew until only his tip remained inside.

Whimpering at the loss, Ruth tried to push back but found herself held in place firmly by his hands.

"No moving."

Pushing into her slightly, he heard her sigh in content before he pulled out again. With small movements, he thrust forward only to pull out again.

Over and over.

With each withdrawal, he felt her hips trying to move under his fingers and he gripped harder, holding her in place.

"Stop trying to move." he told her back, nails digging into her skin through the material. "I'm fucking you, not the other way around."

Pulling out completely, he held himself still and watched.

"Please." she begged, hands pressing against the wood as she tried to push back onto him again.

Leaning forward, he let himself slide against her hot folds and stifled a groan. She was so wet - just dripping for him - and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her. But he couldn't. Not yet.

"Please what?"

Feeling him moving over her, Ruth moaned.

"Do you want this?" he asked, pressing his hips against her so his erection rubbed her length. "Because you could have had it any time you wanted. Only you said no."

Pulling away from her completely, he heard her whimper.

"What do you want Ruth?" Leaning into her, he pushed against her again. "Tell me what you want."

"You." she whispered, her body tightening. "I want you."

"Why?" He pulled away again.

"I...do."

"Why?" He tried again, pressing against her.

She whimpered at the feeling and spread her legs further.

Pushing the tip of his erection into her, he paused.

"Is this all you want?"

"No." she gasped.

"Tell me what you want." Hips thrusting forward, he pushed into her partially before pulling out again. "Do you want this?"

"Please stop." she whispered. "Please stop teasing me."

"Then tell me what you want." Pushing his tip into her again, he paused, his fingers bruising her.

"I want..." she whispered, gasping at the feeling.

Pushing in a little further, he paused and leaned over her, growling in her ear. "Tell me."

"I want you to love me." she mumbled into the desk.

With a groan, Harry pushed himself fully into her, his hands sliding up her sides.

Hands gripping the edge of the desk, Ruth moaned at the feeling and pushed herself back against him. He was stretching her. Fully. Completely.

Hands moving to cover hers, Harry pushed her into his desk, his weight covering her as his mouth moved to her ear. "I already do."

With that declaration, he started moving, his pelvis pushing her into the desk with each thrust.

Turning her head towards his, Ruth sought his mouth. Tongues gliding against each other, they kissed, their bodies moving together.

Fingers sliding between hers, Harry gripped her tightly as he pushed into her harder. Feeling her inner walls start to contract around him and mouth ripping away from hers, he gasped roughly as he pulled almost out and thrust into her again.

Body shaking between his and the desk, Ruth felt her climax overtake her and moaned, her fingers gripping the front edge tightly as she held on. With a few more thrusts, Harry felt his own climax over take him.

Bodies still joined, Harry fell against her, his lips seeking hers blindly in a languish kiss.

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