Let's pretend that the bomb didn't go off. And let's pretend
Sacha didn't steal the laptop. Pretending can be fun and sometimes necessary. So let's pretend I own Spooks cause the scene would have gone something like this...
Let's Pretend
She was nervous on so many levels. Terrified for so many different reasons.
Her heart was pounding her usual adrenaline fueled beats and would continue until she was at his house, and even after that she was sure. Time was of the essence and she felt there was never enough of it. Especially when Harry was concerned. She felt the ball was going to drop at anytime and she wasn't ready for it. Her car ride was uneventful despite the nerves that coursed through her at every turn. She hadn't been to his house since... well she didn't want to think about when she was last there.
Getting out of the car she clutched the case handle so tight her hand hurt, her footfalls quietly clicking up the steps.
Shifting her eyes at her surroundings without moving her head she felt almost secure.
He opened the door quickly ushering her in. They stood in the hallway just looking at each other. The recent memory of their proclamating phone conversation, in their all too familair signature fashion, filled the silence in their minds.
He broke first thanking her, lamely. How he could ask of her so much without ever really being able to properly show her her worth to him, he thought. And he again started to hate himself that much more. Another life he's taken for granted...and so many times.
His timing as always was horrible as he broke their little spell and took the case from her hand. She followed him wordlessly to his sitting room and set the case to the side.
'I should get on this,' she said motioning to the case. 'We don't have much time.'
'No we don't.' he said gruffly stopping her hand with his, gently taking it away.
'Ruth.'
'Harry?' he held her hand rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.
'Why did you ask me here?' her head was bowed unable to face his penetrating gaze.
His answer was not a verbal one though as he brought her palm to his lips.
'Harry.' she sighed.
'I just can't seem to get my timing right, can I?' his lips whispered against her skin.
'No you can't. S'ok though. We're all allowed a second chance. Or in your case a tenth or eleventh,' she smiled.
'I'm hardly deserving, Ruth.'
'I'll be the judge of that, Harry.'
His weak smile caught her.
She couldn't help her hand reaching his face.
She couldn't help her feet moving closer to his.
She couldn't help her lips connecting with his lips.
His arms wound around her small waist pulling her closer than he ever thought was a possibility. Her hands on his chest so comfortable there as they should always have been.
Their breath mingled in contented sighs of years gone past all melting away in their embrace. Sung for only their voices to sing, for only their ears to hear. Speaking their love that was so difficult to utter in words but effortless through their kiss.
After a few moments their passion slightly slowed in their efforts to breathe. Foreheads connected with heaving chests and wistful smiles.
'We should have done that ages ago.' he breathed.
'Yes.' she sighed agreeing.
Her hands still on his chest.
'I don't want to let you go. This feels so...right.'
'I know,' he pulled her into his body, her head lying against his heart.
'We'll figure something out. I promise you, Ruth.'
'Yes, Harry. I know. I know we will.'
So what did you think? Isn't playing pretend fun? Reviews are loved. Thanks for reading.