So Ruth might be slightly out of character here, but this was too fun not to write. Part one of a Valentine's two shot.
Harry walked into his bedroom and saw a wrapped gift resting on the bottom of the bed. He smiled as he picked up the present and read the label. "For Harry. Happy Valentines day. Your Ruth." He wondered what she could have got him, considering they'd both agreed there would be no gifts exchanged for Valentines day, the commercialised excuse that it was. It was roughly square, and it felt like a hardback book. He wondered if he should open it, or wait for Ruth to come home. But then she'd known that she'd be working on the late shift tonight and had left it on the bed anyway, implying he should open it.
It'd been a long time since he had someone in his life who valued him enough to buy him gifts, so he gave into the temptation and he unwrapped it. Sure enough, it was a book, though the cover gave nothing away being completely black. He opened it, then stopped breathing. A black and white photograph of Ruth, wearing nothing but the sexiest lingerie, writhing on rumpled bed sheets, looking directly into the camera. Oh dear God. God, she looked gorgeous. He turned over the page slowly, and felt a jolt of pure desire go straight through him. Flicking quickly through the book, he saw about two dozen different shots of Ruth in very provocative poses and wearing very little. The photos looked professional and he groaned aloud at one that showed her in a cream lace bra that was very transparent, her smile being incredibly enticing. It felt like her eyes were looking into his very soul. "Jesus Christ."
He closed the book and tried to control himself, feeling all the blood in his body rush southwards. When he thought he had command of the English language once more, he called Ruth. She picked up after only one ring, meaning she'd been waiting for him to call.
"Hello?"
"Ruth," he breathed heavily.
She didn't need a bigger hint than the way he said her name. "You've opened it then?"
"Mm."
"And?"
"Bloody hell, Ruth," he said. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" She laughed into the phone. "Are you alone?"
"Yes," she said.
"Good," he said fervently. "You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now."
"Oh, have I got under Harry Pearce's rigid self control?" she said, a teasing note to her voice.
"Absolutely. How long until you get home? I need you." The pleading in his voice was clear and she smiled, saving her report on the Russian threat levels and shutting her computer down.
"Well, if you can wait for the report…"
"Sod the report," he said firmly. "And you can use my driver tonight to get home more quickly. He should be on standby. When did you do this?"
"A couple of weeks ago," she said, suddenly feeling shy. She'd been very nervous when she'd gone to the studio, but she'd wanted to do something special for Harry. And something that he wouldn't have expected her to do too. They'd been together a few months, and she was very happy with Harry, happier than she'd ever expected to be, but in the bedroom he was always so restrained and in control. She wanted to try and get under his skin and from the strain in his voice, it sounded like she'd succeeded. "I wanted to surprise you."
"Well, you've certainly done that," he said. She could hear the pages turning of the book and his heavy breathing.
"I'm on my way out of Thames House. I'll be there soon if traffic cooperates."
"Hurry," he said, clearly strained. "And stay on the line while I… admire your photographs." She smiled and took the lift down to the underground car park where Harry's driver, Mike was waiting, having clearly got a message from Harry.
"Evening miss Evershed. Where to?"
"Harry's," she said, settling herself in the back of the car and hoping that Mike either had selective hearing, or was discreet enough to pretend that he was deaf. "Right, I'm in the car," she said into the phone.
"Where did you get that red bra?" he asked huskily.
"That would be telling," she said. "You like it?"
"God, Ruth," he murmured. "Who's the photographer?"
"A woman called Lauren, why?"
"I might have to send her some flowers as a thank you."
"Mm," she said sceptically. "That wasn't your way of finding out if a man had got an eyeful, was it?"
"Maybe. God, I want you."
Ruth flicked her eyes towards Mike who was paying attention to the road. "I'm wearing the cream set now." He groaned, making her laugh. "I shouldn't be too long."
"I'm so hard and I want you so much. I want to taste you, to run my tongue over your…"
"I have company in the car," she interrupted, even as she shivered with want.
"Then just listen," he said, his voice low and seductive. "Do you know what I'm going to do to you? I'm going to kiss you slowly and press you up against the wall as my hands slide under your skirt, caressing your soft creamy thighs until I eventually reach your knickers. I can already feel that you're wet as I press against you, my fingertips slowly sliding inside the fabric, stroking your heat as you gasp into my ear. You can feel my erection against your hip as you start moaning and panting for me."
"Harry…"
"I love it when you say my name like that," he said, still low voiced. Still seductive. "Are you wet for me?"
"Yes," she breathed. "Very." She could feel the throb of desire and she wanted him badly. Looking out of the window she was glad to see that she wasn't far from Harry's house. Thank God for light traffic.
"Good," he said fervently. "When you come in, I'm going to have you up against the wall, your legs wrapped around me as I thrust my cock into you, until I have you moaning against me, your cries loud in my ear." She leaned her head back on the seat and closed her eyes as Harry's low and seductive voice washed through her. "I want to lick your nipples until they're hard in my mouth and I'm going to tease you until you're begging for it. I won't let you come, not yet. I want to have you desperate for release as I slowly slide my cock inside you, making you wait for it. I need to hear you groan as I…"
"Harry, I'm going to hang up now," she said, breathing heavily.
"Why?"
"Because I'm turning into your street, and you're getting to me."
"Good. Lock the door behind you when you get in."
"Oh, I will," she said fervently. She disconnected the phone as the car drew to a stop outside Harry's.
"Goodnight," the driver said and Ruth felt only slightly embarrassed about what he might have overheard. She closed the car door and hurried to Harry's front door, very much looking forward to the rest of the night.
Part two will appear in the next couple of days. Thanks for reading and I hope you have the chance to leave a review.
