Long, pointless M rated fluff. Enjoy.

Harry woke up very slowly, the bed was warm and comfy, and he didn't want to get up and go to work. He reached across the duvet, expecting his hand to find Ruth. It didn't. He squinted at the empty space in the bed and sighed, collapsing on the pillows.

"I'm over here." He sat up, following her familiar voice and then froze. Ruth was wearing a completely see through black babydoll with matching black lace underwear, silk stockings and heels, her hair sexily tousled and her eyes sparkling at him. She was biting her lip, not at all confident about how he would react to her behaving like this. Somehow her nervousness, the fact that she wouldn't do this for just any man made her even more attractive. "Oh dear God Ruth," he said in a harsh whisper. His eyes lingered over the slim patch of pale thigh visible between the stocking tops and the babydoll hem. Then he looked higher up, the curve of her waist, her full breasts begging to be touched and kissed, her neck showing her thundering pulse.

"Come here," he whispered. She smiled at him and walked slowly and seductively nearer the bed, her eyes never leaving his. Without saying a word, she straddled him, the duvet providing a rather irritating barrier to them. He reached up for her and kissed her deeply, his fingers entwining in her hair, pulling her close.

"So tell me," he whispered when they eventually parted, his hand drifting from her hair, down her neck over her shoulder and down to hold her hand. "Just what have I done to deserve this?"

"Surely your memory hasn't gone?" Ruth teased. "Its your birthday."

"Oh, so it is," he murmured, eyes moving over her figure irresistibly. The way he looked at her made her nerves dissipate somewhat. She had hoped he'd like her in this, she'd never worn anything like it before and would only do so for him. He was slowly taking her in, his eyes moving over her. She had never before appreciated how physical a look could be before.

"Will you say something?" she breathed.

"I can't," he whispered. "You take my breath away."

"I booked the day off of work by the way," she said, pleased he seemed so speechless. "I thought we could spend it in a more entertaining way."

"Mm," Harry agreed. "That means I can take my time." The growl in his voice made her shiver in anticipation. He pushed the straps down her arms and kissed her collarbone. She rolled her hips closer to him, feeling his hardness through the bed sheets and he groaned. Very, very quickly he moved them both, so skin was against skin, the sheets thrown to the floor. She leaned over him again and pressed her lips to his in a semi chaste kiss. His hands were moving over her warm and inviting thighs slowly, and Harry wondered if he'd have the ability or the will power to make this last as long as he wanted. He pushed the fabric covering her body higher. "Take it off," he whispered, the lust clear in his eyes. She smiled and threw the garment off, leaving her in her very revealing underwear. Ruth looked down at herself, nerves returning, but when she looked at Harry, she knew she needn't have worried. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She kissed him before moving down his neck and across his chest, licking and sucking and driving him crazy. Half a smile on her face, her eyes connected with his as she lowered herself.

"No Ruth, you don't have to… Oh Jesus Christ." She had taken his erection in her mouth and she chuckled at his reaction, giving him an enormous thrill. He wound his fingers in her hair, urging her on. He could feel himself getting close already, especially when her talented fingers started stimulating him too. "Oh my God." Her tongue swirled around him as she squeezed gently and he came powerfully with a groan. When he stilled, she released him and straightened up.

"That didn't take long," she said with a smile

"I might need a bit of recovery time if you want more," he admitted.

"Why do you think I made sure the grid could carry on without us today?" Ruth teased.

"Do you know, I think that's rather insulting," Harry said, flipping her over onto her back while she laughed. He kissed her deeply and his hand drifted downwards, over her hips and to her stocking clad thighs, trying to part them.

"No, you don't have to," she said, echoing his earlier words. "Today's about you, not me."

"I want to see your face as you climax from my touch," he growled in a low voice. "So open your legs, or I'll do it for you."

"Ooh, a forceful Harry," she said with a raised eyebrow and a smile. He reached down and stroked her legs, pleased when she parted them for him. His fingertips went up the silk threads slowly, agonisingly slowly until he reached the bare skin of her thighs, all the while keeping his eyes locked with hers. He pressed his palm over her centre, already able to feel her dampness through her thin knickers. Slipping under the fabric he used one finger to feel her folds.

"Oh my God you are so wet for me," he whispered, making her blush slightly. He pushed a finger inside her and she cried out, arching her back. "Oh, please make that noise again," he asked quietly. She didn't, so he curled his finger inside her, right against her most sensitive spot.

"Oh Harry…" Using his other hand he pinched her clitoris lightly, making her buck underneath him. He gradually picked up the pace and moved the way he knew she couldn't resist.

She tensed up and was seconds from release when he spoke. "Look at me." Her eyes opened, pupils dilated with passion and he gave her the final push over the edge. She cried out as his hands slowed, their eyes connected and conveying so much love and passion for each other. He kissed her lips softly, as she recovered, ignoring the fact that he was already hard again.

"I love you," he whispered.

"It doesn't count when we're in the middle of a rather good sex session," she replied bluntly.

"Thank you for killing the moment," he replied, and they both laughed. Ruth could feel his arousal pressing against her thigh and rolled on top of him, removing what was left of her knickers as she did so. Almost without pause she pushed herself onto him and they both groaned. She stopped moving to try and appreciate the moment, but was brought back to reality by Harry's hands on her back. He was looking at her bra pointedly, which seemed to have survived the onslaught of embraces so far. Unusually for him, he hadn't removed it straight away, and the smile on her face was clear as his hands struggled on the straps.

"You're going to be a while if you keep looking back there," she said in a husky voice, shifting slightly on him. He raised an eyebrow and watched as her hands moved to her breasts and undid the front fastener of her bra, letting the fabric fall away from her and making Harry's eyes stayed glued to her chest. She lifted herself up and pushed down onto his length again, starting to set the rhythm she needed. He put his hands on her hips, encouraging her. He loved it when she was like this. So confident and in control because it happened rarely with her. When she completely let go of herself, it was incredible for him to experience. So he let her stay in control, no matter the fact that he had a strong desire to flip her over and take her hard and fast.

She moaned quietly as his hands roamed everywhere over her body. Her breasts, nipples, hips, stomach and her thighs, which still wore her silk stockings. Far too late to remove them now, she thought as the fabric brushed against his skin. He was everywhere and she had never felt more wanted in her life. Her breathing became heavy as she felt her second climax fast approaching. Leaning over him even as she felt the tension in her lower body, she spoke in a harsh voice.

"Harry… I'm…"

He knew what she meant and reached for her clitoris, pressing it just enough to make her explode. He came a moment later, holding her close, pressing her body to his.

Still joined, they rolled on their sides, still wanting to touch as much of the other as possible.

"Happy Birthday," she whispered.

"Is this really what you got me?" he asked indicating a scrap of black lace by his foot.

"Well, there's half a case of single malt whisky downstairs too, but yes," she said, half a smile. "You told me once that you wished I was more confident in bed because you find me devastatingly sexy, so I thought I'd give it a try."

"Was I drunk when I said that?" Harry asked, having no memory of the conversation at all.

"Yes."

"Well, you shouldn't pay any attention then," he said simply. "Not that I didn't enjoy this morning, because I did. Enormously."

"Good to know," she said with a smile. Sighing, she parted from him and allowed herself to be scooped up in his arms, her back against his chest.

"Just a shame your birthday's not for another six months," he added. "I think I might be able to find you some lingerie I'd rather like to experience. Just tell me where you bought this first."

"I'm not going to give all my secrets away am I?" she teased.

"I bet I could make you talk," he growled right into her ear.

"I'm sure you could," she agreed. "Shall we test that theory later?"

"Mm, lets," he said. "Not sure I have the energy now." She laughed lightly, before quietly slipping off to sleep.