So, here's part two as a lot of people asked for. It doesn't have a point, beyond being a bit of festive happiness. Also near an M rating for this one. Enjoy.
31st December, 10:12 pm.
Ruth lay still, staring into space, her face completely blank and he was beginning to worry about her. Whenever he'd fantasised about them having sex, and he had often done precisely that, he'd never imagined that empty look on her face.
"Ruth, what are you thinking?" he asked quietly, entwining his fingers through hers but otherwise not touching her.
"Nothing," she said, tightening her grip on his fingers.
"You look… upset. Did you not want this?" She had given every appearance to being as eager as he, but now...
"I'm not upset." She rolled onto her side, facing him and not letting go of his hand. "Do you know how rare it is for me to simply… stop thinking? To empty my mind of everything and just stop. It's not a bad thing that I'm not thinking, Harry." She curled around him, making sure their skin was touching everywhere possible as her eyes fluttered closed in contentment. He put an arm around her, drawing her close, and feeling relieved by her words.
"You do know this wasn't what I had in mind when I suggested we spend new years eve together?" Harry murmured before kissing her behind her ear. She shifted so her head lay on his chest as he pulled the sheet over them both. He had suggested it, as section E was in charge of crowd control on the embankment for the New Years Eve fireworks, and they both had the evening off. He hadn't foreseen that dinner would turn into frantic sex, though he had fantasised about it.
"Really? It's exactly what I had in mind," she said, her voice slurring slightly. "Ending the year with a bang." He smiled, but his fingers ached to touch her. He moved, cupping her breast gently, which made a smile tug at the corners of her mouth. "Why do you think I wore that black lacy underwear?" she added. "Just in case this happened."
"I loved that touch," he said, sliding a hand down her body to cup her bum firmly. "Though I liked it even more when the lace came off."
"Hmm," she murmured. Her eyes opened and the beautiful post coital bliss was starting to fade, reality bringing with it a new set of worries.
"We can't bring this into work, Harry. Us. This. We can't bring it onto the grid. I don't want that." She cleared her throat. "Provided that this isn't just a…"
"No," he said. "This isn't just a fling or a one off," he added firmly. "I want more than that." He brushed her hair off her face, letting his thumb follow the contours of her face gently before his hand fell away.
"I do too," she said.
"We'll keep it off the grid, if that's what you want," he said. "I don't mind."
"I want to keep it private," she said. "I don't want anyone to think that I'm sleeping with the boss to get ahead. And people would think that, Harry. You know they would."
"Not the people in section D," he said, but he knew her point was a good one.
"No," she said. "The people who know us… they won't think that. But others will, and I would prefer not to be seen as that woman sleeping her way to the top. Especially with your previous reputation."
It wasn't a question, but he looked at her sharply anyway. "Ruth, this isn't a sordid affair. Is it?"
"No," she said firmly.
"Okay," he said, wanting to drop it and talk about less serious things. She took the hint and rolled on top of him, taking his nipple in her mouth and sucking gently. He groaned, unable to believe how quickly she'd found his weak points. She pulled back and blew lightly on his damp skin, and before he'd even formed the thought, he'd flipped her over to her back and had her wrists pinned above her head, kissing her deeply.
"Getting to you, was I?" she asked, tugging her wrists slightly. "Oh, I was," she added, pushing her hips upwards to meet his. She could feel him getting hard again and she smiled. "Let go of my wrists." He did and her hands slid downwards over his body. She felt his length slowly. "Already?"
"It's been a very long time since I've had someone to share my bed, Ruth," he murmured. As they kissed, they rolled onto their sides and his fingers stroked between her legs. She squealed and arched away.
"Your fingers are freezing!" He laughed, but didn't stop stroking her, his fingers quickly warming up. They stopped speaking with words, turning to each others warm bodies in the darkness. It didn't last long, both of them moaning with completion before she closed her eyes and faded into sleep.
Ruth awoke with a start, hearing a loud crack like a gunshot. "It's just the fireworks," Harry said softly, stroking her arm. Sure enough, many loud bangs followed, the window lighting up with vague flashes of colour from the pyrotechnics. She watched Harry as he reached for a glass of champagne and handed it to her. That hadn't been there when she'd dozed off, so she frowned at him in question.
"I haven't been sleeping," he said gently.
"Why not?"
"Because I preferred watching you."
"That could be seen as... slightly disturbing," she said easily, clinking her champagne glass against his before taking a large sip.
He smiled. "No, not disturbing," he said. "I just wanted to make sure this was really happening."
"It is," she said. "Or I'm going to be very disappointed when I wake up." They stayed silent, drinking their champagne until the distant bangs faded into nothing.
"Happy new year, Ruth," he said quietly, his eyes brimming with emotion.
"Happy new year, Harry." She sealed the statement with a kiss and rolled over and went happily to sleep.
The End.
