Thank you again! Last (quite short) chapter :)
He doesn't need to say anything for her to understand just how much that means to him. With a smile that melts her heart ten times over, he finishes his meal and stands to clear his plate. Though she hasn't stayed long, she's asked of him what she intended so stands as well after finishing the last drop of wine.
"I best be going," she says as he places the plate in the sink. His shoulders sag slightly, she see's as she makes her announcement and when he turns around, he looks slightly lost.
"Would you like a cup of tea... or another glass?" he asks faintly.
"Harry you know I would but we've got a long few weeks ahead of us. All I really want is my bed." The smile she offers is hardly felt, by either of them. "Another time, definitely."
He agrees – bed is the perfect place to be. The fact that it could be the same bed hangs between them without raising an eyebrow but instead raising heartbeats. She moves swiftly to the hall and slips on her coat. As she reaches for the door handle, the sentence he forced down since she entered decides to leap from his tongue, and it stops her in her tracks.
"Ruth, are you angry? About Elena and I."
He stands there, hands limp at his side, shirt untucked, two buttons loose and eyes tired and troubled – adorable. He holds her with those brown stars. He could hold her there forever. What she does then happens on impulse, and surprises her just as much as it does him. Her hand holds his cheek still as her body presses against his and her remaining hand settles as softly as snow on his chest above his heart. Their lips meet in a second so quick that when she pulls away, unsure of his reaction, he has to pull her back and meet it more strongly, with one hand at her nape and the other at the curve of her back.
When they let go, she turns and leaves without a glance or words, only a tight squeeze on his arm. He remains there for just under fifteen seconds before he's brought back to earth, still smiling. He can't remember the last time he's smiled for that long. And he can't remember the last time his world has looked so colourful.
The following evening, she comes back.
They share the meal, not just the wine. They share the smiles, and many more kisses. In the end they share his bed before she finally tells him when they're together and she's curled up in his arms,
"No Harry, I'm not angry."
End, thank you for reading.
