Set at Havensworth… this is how I think it should have played out….
I don't own Spooks, Kudos or the BBC
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The noise coming from the room at the end of the hall is loud, the bass reverberating through the floor. A door at the opposite end of the hall opens at the same time as the room next to the source of the noise opens. Harry and Ruth simultaneously step into the hallway and lock eyes. Slowly they move towards each other. Harry's eyes never leave Ruth for a second.
"Music woke me" Ruth explains, flustered at seeing Harry, tieless, top button undone and walking towards her, "never really gone in for Europop…"
"Looks like you weren't sleeping at all, nor was I" Harry growls, a longing for Ruth evident in his dark eyes
A few bold steps, that's all it would take. Take her in his arms, feel her body against his at last.
"It's the Italian Trade Minister" Ruth babbles trying to control her nerves "He's apparently a bit of a party animal….." Harry moves closer, the longing for her never leaving his eyes "..He caused a scandal at an EU Trade Conference last year by insisting on dancing to the Macarena."
Harry is a breath away, his intentions clear. The pout she adores so much, his soft face longing for her, his eyes so intense with passion.
"I..I have rung down to reception twice already but the music just seems to be getting louder. Obviously he doesn't think the rules of decency apply to him.."
"Ruth…"
"I'll um.. see if I can find some earplugs.. Goodnight Harry."
"It's not so loud in my room…"
Ruth stops, turns and looking as if she might crumble to the floor at any minute manages to speak.
"It's um..it's OK, I'm sure he'll wear himself out soon enough"
"It doesn't sound like he has any intention of having a quite night anytime soon Ruth"
"Well, no…"
Hand resting on the keycard hovering over the slot in the door Ruth hesitates and turns, trembling to look Harry in the eyes. Avoiding his sexy gaze is impossible. Steadying herself she allows herself a moment of silence as Harry moves closer.
"Why don't you come and hang out in my room until the noise dies down"
Hanging on to the door handle for dear life Ruth takes a silent deep breath and as boldness finally rises she manages a small smile
"Hang out?"
Holding out his hand Harry hopes his gentle approach is working. Closing her eyes for a second and pushing her doubts to the pit of her stomach Ruth slowly pulls the keycard away from its slot and with her other hand, tentatively takes Harry's hand. A simple touch, the touch of friends but both of them know that the electricity that passes in that touch is something special, something neither of them has ever felt before. As their arms drop to their sides their fingers easily entwine as Harry leads her down the hallway and into his bedroom.
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Chapter 2 imminent…
