tête-à-tête

A/N: This little diddy popped into my head and I had to write it. It's as always complete fluff. I hope you enjoy. Kudos not mine.

Chapter 1

He stood in her doorway smiling down at her just saying their 'hellos'. She looked nervous but was more than pleased to see him. She tried not to think of how much she would be seeing of him in a few moments time, due to the fact that it made the blood rush to her cheeks... and other areas of her body for that matter. He knew she would be a bit flustered. And in all actuality he was quite shocked that she had suggested this little 'tête-à-tête'. Though not a late night one, but nonetheless. He wasn't going to argue with her. He knew better than that. He moved forward towards her and gathered her in his arms. She wasn't shocked. It was expected after all they had been through. Feeling him hold her made all her nerves melt away...well, almost all. She was very much looking forward to what lay ahead.

He kissed her cheek. 'I've missed you.' he said.

'You just saw me two hours ago at work,' speaking into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent.

'I know,' kissing her lightly again in the same spot. 'But still. I like being near you.'

She smiled at that. 'Me too.'

She lightly pushed him away ready for the reason for his presence in the first place.

'Come on.'

She led him down the hall holding his hand. Pushing open the door he saw the bedroom. It was made up for the occasion; candles lit, soft music playing in the background. He was excited to say the least.

'Ruth, this looks wonderful.'

'You like it?'

'What's not to like?'

She smiled sweetly. 'K.' She gulped. This is it, she thought. Looking him in the eye and taking every ounce of courage she could muster quickly said, 'Go and take off your clothes and get under the sheet. I'll be right back.'

On that note she turned, her face beat red and her heart pounding, walked down the hallway.

Yes, Ruth. That's it. Just order him around a bit. 'Go take your clothes off, Harry. Get under the sheets, Harry.' Well done... Well. Done.

She shut her eyes tightly trying to shake the embarrassment. She took a deep breath and turned back to order him around some more. To her complete abashment as well as more than a bit of satisfaction, upon opening the door she was met with a very nearly topless Harry. His dark shirt was pulled out of his trousers and the buttons completely undone. She stuttered with her words and completely forgot what she needed to tell him. So she just stared at his tanned chest. Her eyes then trailed down to his abdomen, finally resting on his un-zipped trousers. Then he spoke, 'Would you like to watch me undress, Ruth? You're more than welcome.' completly at ease.

'W-what?' her eyes torn from their previous delight.

'Yes..I mean N-no... um I mean..Ye-... I'll be back in a minute.' Fumbling with her hands she again turned away and sped down the hall.

What am I thinking? This is never going to work. Shaking her head.
It's been so long since I've done this. Bloody hell. She made her way to the kitchen.
He's going to see right through this. Why did I even suggest it? Opening and closing all the cupboards except for the one holding the cups.
We said we were going to take it slow. And he was fine with that. He still is too...Oh bugger.

As she nearly shouted, 'Where are the bloody cups!' They were right in front of her. She got a cold glass of water and gave him, and herself, a few minutes and headed back to the room.

Breathe. Just breathe, she told herself as she slowly turned the knob.

More to come if you like. Reviews are always cherished.