A/N: I haven't written anything in a long while so I hope this is somewhat well recieved. This is AU where nothing bad happens to Ruth at the end of s10 e6 and the pair are happily, albeit nervously, going home from their long day. Just some silly fluff. ;) I hope the bilinear 'Past/Present' format works. Enjoy. Unfortunately don't own Spooks. Not Beta'd. Mistakes are my own.

Present

He was in her bed.
He was in her bed and she was in her bed with him.
He was in her bed and she was in her bed with him and he just did that to her.

What the bloody he'll was that?

Her mind was reeling. Over and over it played. She wasn't about to get any sleep now being in such a state.

What the bloody he'll was that anyway?

That never happened to her before. No man ever did that to her. Not that she didn't enjoy it, she did...more than she imagined but she didn't imagine it to happen like that. She couldn't stop thinking about it. How the hell was she going to face him in the morning? She started to blush just thinking about it. How would she bring it up? How could she bring it up?
How would he react? So many questions plagued her mind.
But most the important question was right at the forefront; how would she get him to do it to her again?

Past

The car ride was silent. They were exhausted and anxious of when they would be at her place. But the tension of their situation stirred butterflies and adrenaline; a lethal combination.
It was early in the morning when he pulled up to her home.
He turned off the ignition and sat staring at the wheel. She turned to him. Starting at the same time she said his name as he said, 'Let me walk you up?'

'Sure.'

It was a short walk, the distance rapidly decreasing in length as his courage waned.
He didn't want to leave her, that was sure, but he wasn't going to presume anything either.
And then they were there, at her door, at 3:39 in the morning.

'The Home Secretary gave me the day off.'

'I should home so. Not much good you'll be to him being up all night.'

'I know it's late or... erm... early but... do you want to come in?'

His heart pounded. He did, he wanted to go in and never leave, matter of fact. He nodded and stepped into her dwelling. It was dark with a sudden loud meowing at his feet, Fidget rubbing up against his legs. He crouched down to pick up the tabby fondly and cuddled into his fur. She stood staring. Her face beamed into the dim light.

'Can I get you some tea?'

'Erm, actually can I have some coffee?'

'You'll still be able to fall asleep with a cup?'

'I'm not looking to fall asleep just yet, Ruth,' he said it in such a way, with such a purr that her breath hitched at the implications. And they were again staring at each other. The cat leaped out of his arms disappearing round the corner. Of course now that he said the words caffeine wasn't necessary to keep him alert. His battered heart was pumping into over drive sending blood to the nether regions of his body.

'You can forget the coffee. I don't think I'll be needing it after all,' his eyes burned into hers.

'Really?' she said unable to tear her gaze away.

'Mm hmm.'

'Okay.'

'What do you want then?' she whispered, lips barely moving.

'Do you really need to ask?' his gruff tone sent a thrill through her. She shook her head staring at his lips, drawn to them like a magnetic pull. Her mouth salving at the thought of touching, tasting his lips. He stepped forward and cupped her cheek.

'Ruth,' he spoke, caressing her name in his mouth. Her hand found his chest. She could feel his heart pounding beneath.
And when she thought she couldn't wait any longer his lips found hers.

Let me know what you think and if I should continue.