This is going to get very dark and thats the reason for the M rating...
Ruth woke up with her face an inch away from Harry's. She smiled feeling happier than she ever had in her life. After a minute she couldn't resist planting a gentle kiss on his sleeping lips. She felt him wake immediately and respond to her touch with a small smile.
"Good morning," Ruth said in a hoarse voice.
"Yes it is," Harry said as his hands slid down to the small of her back and pulled her in for another kiss. A longer kiss. It was interrupted by Ruth's stomach growling hungrily.
"I think that means its time for breakfast," Ruth said with a smile.
"You stay here," Harry said, his eyes glowing at her. "I'll get you breakfast in bed and then I have to go to work." Ruth looked at the clock, shocked to see it was half past nine already.
"As much as I'd love breakfast in bed, I daresay I'm needed on the grid."
"Stay here," Harry murmured before kissing her again. "You didn't get much sleep last night. Plus there's incentive for me to get home quicker if I know you're waiting for me." Ruth smiled and relaxed back in bed, not really wanting to argue with him when she was so comfortable. "I'll be back in five minutes." She closed her eyes and the next thing she knew Harry was dressed and kissing her goodbye.
"I'll see you later," he said.
"Not yet," she replied reaching for another kiss. He smiled and did what she wanted. "I love you," she said as he got to the bedroom door.
"I love you too. Now sleep," he said closing the door behind him. Ruth picked up a slice of rapidly cooling toast and ate it quickly before closing her eyes and drifting off.
She was woken up several hours before she'd like by the front door banging open. Suddenly on full alert, her spook instincts coming into play she swung her legs out of bed and threw on the first clothes she found on the floor, all the while listening intently. (She didn't think confronting anyone naked was a brilliant idea.) Another bang from downstairs. Starting to panic now, Ruth reached under the bed frame for the knife she knew Harry kept there. A gun would probably be more practical she thought annoyed. She pulled it out and held it out in front of her but didn't feel that protected.
A creak. Someone was coming up the stairs. No. Several someones she corrected herself. Three… no four people coming up the stairs. She'd be no match for them, she knew that much. She needed help. Where was her phone? Last night she had been in such a hurry to strip Harry's clothes off that she couldn't remember where she'd left her mobile. Then she could. It was downstairs on the kitchen table she remembered with a sinking heart. She didn't get any further because at that moment the bedroom door flew open and two men appeared but she knew there were more behind them. They paused when they saw her weapon but not for nearly long enough. They approached her and Ruth swung out with the knife, catching at least one of them from the grunt he gave. She felt a swell of satisfaction which didn't last long as a blow to the head sent stars in front of her eyes. She tried to hang on and keep fighting but all too soon her vision went black.
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