This is set towards the end of Series 1, and it's Harry/Tessa. In the normal way, I'm an absolute Harry/Ruth shipper but I got a prompt for this and I didn't see why not. I'd love to know what you think.

There's something about Tessa's look today. More specifically, the way she's looking at him. Tessa hasn't looked at him like that in years. Not since-... But he must be imagining it. Tessa made it clear that what happened between them was a one night thing, no strings attached. Which meant, in Tessa's language, that she wasn't going to give him so much as a second glance again, and she had been good to her word for over ten years. But now, unless he was completely mistaken, here she is, watching him across the briefing room table, definitely giving him to come on. As if the look in her eye wasn't enough- and Tessa has always been good, when she wants to be, at conveying what she wants with the smallest of actions- he feels the pointed toe of her ridiculous shoes on the inside of his calf.

Tessa is definitely, sitting opposite him in the weekly briefing, giving him the come on. It's not so much of a shock as a surprise. Nothing between them has been different at all. Perhaps Tessa has got bored of her latest plaything, or they got bored of her. The idea is unlikely, yet it still gives him quite a thrill of amusement; anyone ever getting tired of Tessa. If nothing else Tessa was-... attractive, and able to secure attention. At any rate, she knows how to keep his attention. Her foot has reached his knee now and she has kicked her shoe off, and he can feel her toes against his trouser leg-...

"Tessa," he tells her when the briefing is over, "Can I see you in my office please?"

She nods her head as if she hasn't the faintest idea what he's talking about. Danny wants a quick word about something, and by the time he's heard it and followed Tessa into his office, she is already sitting down and the blinds are all shut. He wishes he could remember if they were like that before, but decides there are more pressing matters at hand.

"Not that this is strictly a complaint," he tells her, deciding to come around to her side of the desk- with Tessa you can get a long way by just bowing a little to her control- leaning back against it and stretching his legs out a little in front of himself, "But would you care to explain?"

There is a deliciously enigmatic smile on her lips as she says carefully, "No, I wouldn't care to."

He lets out a sigh. He should have known better than to ask a question that was in any way open to avoidance.

"Tess," he murmurs in a low voice, "I don't know what sort of a game you think you're playing-..."

"Don't you?" she raises her eyebrow at him a little, "You seemed rather well-versed at the, er, game as you put it, the last time we played at it."

She leant back a little in the chair, knowing that from this moment on, she had him on the rack. He swallowed hard, trying very hard not to think about it. The look in Tessa's eyes wasn't helping; clearly that was all she was thinking about.

"Oh, Tessa," he murmured, "You really pick your moments."

She snorted a little contemptuously.

"You said yourself," she reminded him, looking at him with devilish calm, "You had no complaints. And I can't remember you worrying too much about timing before," she leant forwards just a fraction, bringing herself just close enough to the top of his legs to constitute dangerous proximity, "Your wife's birthday, wasn't it?"

Fuck, she had a good memory. He was too aroused to be able to contradict her, or reproach her. He had to reappraise his previous judgement; bowing to Tessa's control never did you any good, she still ran rings around you.

Her eyes were boring into his, and seemed to draw him, by unstoppable, almost magnetic force down towards her mouth.

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