I've never written anything like this before so I'm a bit nervous posting it. Please note the rating.

Ruth had decided she had to have a shower before she went to bed for the evening. The hotel summit was exhausting work for everyone in section D. It had been a last minute arrangement which meant extra paperwork and a massive headache for everyone in MI5.

Also there had been a mix up with the hotel rooms which meant that Beth and Dimitri were sharing. As were Harry and Ruth, which made them both uncomfortable (and secretly wondering what the weekend would hold).

The shower revived her and made the work tension disappear. However it made her nervous about the fact she was sharing a hotel room with Harry. They had separate beds but even so…

Ruth let the water run over her hair, trying to make her anxiety disappear. She wasn't very successful. Sighing, she turned the water up to as hot as it would go. As hot as she could stand.

Harry had been avoiding his hotel room for a while by drinking whisky in the bar. He didn't want to say or do anything that would make Ruth more uncomfortable than he knew she already was. He sighed, knowing that drinking any more was probably unwise and slowly returned to his hotel room.

As soon as he unlocked the door he could hear the shower running. Trying to resist temptation and failing completely he walked near the door of the bathroom. Which had been left ajar by a couple of inches. He closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them he couldn't help himself. He looked through the gap in the door. The mirror was steamed up but he could see her blurry reflection anyway. The distorted edge of her naked skin, glowing pink in the bathroom lights.

He swallowed, trying to dislodge the lump in his throat which had appeared knowing that Ruth was naked and wet in the shower, only a few meters away from him. He wanted so badly to touch her. To hold her. He had wanted it for so long he couldn't really remember how it felt to not be in love with her. He stopped daydreaming when he heard the shower stop running. Not wanting to be caught spying on her through the bathroom door, he moved quietly and sat on the end of his bed trying to stop images of a naked Ruth from running through his mind. He wasn't successful.

Ruth wrapped a towel around herself and fiddled with a strand of her wet hair before leaving the bathroom. When she did she was shocked to see that she wasn't alone.

"Oh. Harry," she said blankly, suddenly very aware that the towel wasn't very long and a lot of her legs were on show. "Um… I didn't hear you come in." Harry watched her, knowing the look she had on her face. It said clearer than words that she wanted to run away. He knew that look much better than he ever wanted to.

"Ruth," he said in a hoarse voice. He was trying to ignore the droplets of water that dripped from her hair and were working their way slowly down her shoulders and falling underneath the white towel that he wanted to rip off of her. The towel he could imagine falling away from her beautiful skin. Her damp, beautiful, naked skin.

"I should go and get dressed," she said slowly, trying to ignore the sight of Harry with his shirt sleeves rolled up and his first two buttons undone. That coupled with his dishevelled and rumpled hair, he looked… well, gorgeous, Ruth thought simply. She had been so distracted that she hadn't said anything or moved an inch for several minutes. Suddenly Harry was in front of her and she couldn't remember how he got there.

"Ruth," he repeated in a tone of voice that stopped her heart. He leant forward and kissed her ever so gently. Just pressing his lips against hers. Almost instantly he felt her respond to his touch.

"Do you want me to stop Ruth?" he murmured, needing to know that she wanted this too.

"No," she whispered, kissing him again. After an intense minute Harry let go of her lips and started kissing her neck instead.

"Oh God," she said quietly, responding to the wonderful sensations he was giving her. He moved his lips away from her for a second and looked into her eyes. To make sure this was okay.

"Oh no, don't stop," she gasped, her eyes flickering shut. Harry smiled and continued touching her. His lips against her damp skin were sending incredible thrills through her. Thrills she hadn't even thought were possible. His lips had worked their way down to the top of her towel which he loosened after a second or two of hesitation. He started kissing her breasts lightly and her gasps made him continue eagerly against her soft skin. He felt her hands in his hair, pushing him on and smiled as he took one hard nipple into his mouth.

"Oh my God," Ruth murmured under her breath. She knew she wasn't going to remain standing for much longer. As if reading her mind Harry laid her gently on the bed and continued making her gasp under his touch.

"Not fair," she said breathlessly. Harry stopped and looked her in the eye for a moment. "I'm lying here… wearing nothing at all and you're still dressed. It's not fair." As she said this her fingers had been working on undoing his shirt buttons, making his heart race. He slowed her down by taking her hands in his.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Harry asked hoarsely studying her curves as he spoke. He would be screaming inside if she said no but he had to check.

"You get a girl all worked up and then you change your mind?" Ruth teased, breathing heavily.

"Believe me, I will never change my mind," Harry replied, kissing her lips intensely as she ran her hands over his chest. She felt his hand drift lower over her abdomen. Then lower still as his lips kept kissing hers. She moaned loudly as he dipped a finger inside her, his thumb rubbing her clitoris slowly. She writhed under him as he added another finger, unable to control herself as he sent electric shocks through every nerve ending in her body.

"Harry…" she moaned. "I need you. Now."

"Sh," he said quietly against her jaw as his fingers kept moving inside her. "Be patient."

"No," she said breathing heavily. "Harry. Now. Please." He smiled and quickly stripped off what was left of his clothes. He resumed his position and kissed her as passionately and tenderly as he knew how as he slowly entered her. Ruth's breathing was hot and heavy in his ear as he thrust into her deeply. She wrapped her legs around his waist, needing to feel as close to him as possible.

Harry kissed her neck as she kept moaning quietly in response to the sensations rushing through her body. He pushed into her hard and Ruth could feel herself on the brink of ecstasy. She shuddered as her intense climax ripped through her, biting her lip to hold back her scream.

Ruth had managed to get her breathing back to something approaching normal. Harry was watching her face in the moonlight which was filtering through the window.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked her. She hadn't said a word and he was starting to worry about her. He wondered if she was regretting it already, trying to hold his heart together if that were the case.

"I am feeling wonderful," she said sincerely. "I just can't breathe," she added, a small smile appearing on her face. He leant over her and kissed her lips gently. She sighed with happiness as he let her go.

"I hadn't intended to… leap on you like that," Harry said. "I'm s…"

"Don't apologise," Ruth said quickly putting two fingers over his lips. "I've been dreaming of that… of us together for so long. So please don't apologise."

"Was it better than the dream?" Harry asked with a cheeky smile as he pulled her into his arms.

"Much," she replied, kissing his chest lightly. "Much better."

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