A/N: Well thank you so much for your wonderful reviews. I know it's been a little while since first posting but I hope you enjoy this next chapter. Sorry for the language. M rated for the sexual content. Unbeta'd mistakes mine, unlike Spooks.

His hand was on her back, the hand that had just been so intimately pleasuring her. Walking through the corridor at the proximity they were would raise suspicion on the cctv. They were trying their damnedest to be discrete but the smiles on their faces were a dead give away. But ultimately they didn't really seem to mind. When they reached the parking garage their lips found each others again. He had her pinned to the car before she could even breathe. His hands wandering the length of her body, her hands pulling him as near to her as she could manage. Their centres meeting tingling through the fabric of their restrictive clothing.

'Ruth,' he breathed through the kisses. 'We have to leave now.'

'Mmm. Let's not and say we did.' smiling through at his lips.

'Well, unless you want our first time together to be recorded for all the night shift to see I suggest we do.'

She quickly pulled away, her eyes searching for the hidden camera. He could see the concern in her face.

'Don't worry. I'll have it wiped. Bernard in security owes me a favor,' he said gently taking her hand and opening the door to the car for her.

Speeding throughout the streets of London, he didn't think that if he was pulled over the excuse of 'ten years of pining' and 'finally getting the girl' would get him off the hook. He was however going to risk it. And if he had to use his knighthood, threats, anything to get them home as fast a possible, he would.

'Ruth, as much as I am enjoying your hand on my thigh I think it would be best, my driving at this speed, for you to stop. I would like to make love to you preferably before I die in a fiery car accident.'

'Oh. Of course. Sorry.'

He smiled at her. 'Don't you ever be sorry.'

The door closed behind them. They were finally there. In his dim foyer, 'Allow me,' he slid the coat from her shoulders.
She felt his breath at her neck. A shiver ran through her at his proximity. She turned to him and they stared at each other both caught in the intensity. She reached out first. Grabbing his tie she pulled him toward her. His hands found her face holding her to him he kissed her. Yet again she was pinned against his door, the length of his body gloriously pushing into hers.

'Ruth,' he said pulling away, trailing his lips down her neck.

'Yes, Harry?' she moaned.

'Would you like...'

Her hands in his hair gently forcing him to continue massaging her neck with his lips.

'Yes!'

'You don't know what I was going to ask.'

'I don't care what it is. I know I'll want what ever it is your offering.'

'Well then I'll just pop to the kitchen. And put the kettle on.' She could feel the smile on her skin.

'Oh, no you don't. There will be plenty of time for tea later.'

'Well, then I guess it's time I give you a tour.'

His continued to kiss her neck. His hands around her waist he pulled her with him walking backwards.

'Den. Kitchen. Bathroom.' freeing one hand gesturing to said locations.

'Stairs,' tumbling up the steps blind in their haste.
'Hallway. Guest room. Guest bath. Office.'

And he stopped, pulled away and gazed into her eyes. Their breath laboured. He brushed his thumb over her smooth cheek and said, 'My room. This is where I've dreamt about being with you. Every night before I go to sleep I think about what it would be like,' he softly kissed her cheek. 'And now you're here.'

'I am,' her pupils dilated with lust. 'So what are you going to do about it?'

His lips crushed hers as he walked her back towards the bed. Fighting with each others clothing, needing to feel more if each other. Soon she was only in her bra and knickers, suspenders still clasped to her stockings. He moved away from her to admire the sight. Both panting for needed breath.

'Gorgeous.' His want for her all encumbering.
She looked into his eyes unable to help but blush under his gaze.

Then she asked, 'Do you want me to take off my stockings?'

'No,' he smiled. 'I think I'll take that task upon myself.'

Relishing the moment he lifted her leg smoothing his hands up the silk threads. Trailing up to unclasp the suspenders. Making herself keep her eyes open they never leave his. His hands feeling her hot skin encircling her thigh. Fingers tantalizing closer and closer to her wet core, teasing her taking them away, pulling down her stocking. Resting her leg on his shoulder kissing her calf, moving down further, the back of her knee, and further still to her thigh. Hot forceful kisses making her call out with pleasure.

He leaned over her his gaze filled with rapture. His fingers lightly grazing her wet knickers, palm pressing against her warmth. Sneaking his fingers to the elastic, pulling down the lace, the heat pooled in her core at the intimacy of him seeing her so vulnerable. His fingers again trailing up her thighs softly reassuring her of the desire held by them both. He knelt on the bed worshiping her body whilst his hands on her thighs softly caressing. Lips finding her skin, he is intoxicated by her scent. Needing more of her he made his way kissing her inner thigh edging his way up closer to his intended prize. She was swimming with the pleasure of his lips but her nerves overcame her and she spoke,

'Harry, no you don't... you don't have to do that.'

He smiled at her shyness, 'I know I don't have to, Ruth. However I desperately want to.' He continued kissing her body, this time at her hips, edging ever nearer.
She stopped him again.

'It's just I've... I've never been good at...that.'

Reassuringly he said, 'Ruth, this is not a thing you have to be good at. That's my job. And I assure you I am...quite capable.'

And he proved right. He opened her folds revealing her coveted sex to his gracious tongue, licking and tasting her. His lips sucked her clit ultimately sending her into near spasm. She bucked into his ministrations. Feeling the waves of orgasm. Her hands buried in his hair begging him inside her.
Her cries were too much for him to bear. He needed to feel her surround him. The remainders if his clothes were quickly discarded. His cock filled her ever so fully with a cry. He plowed into her over and over finally fulfilling his urges.

'Harry. Don't stop. Don't ever stop fucking me.'

His moans mingled with hers as his warm cum spilled inside her. He collapsed over her maintaining their union. He kissed her neck and whispered into her skin,

'I love you, Ruth.'

She laughed in her ecstacy. She brought his face to hers cradling in her hands.

'I love you, Harry.'

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