I am a sucker for reviews and you guys keep asking for more. So I keep typing more. This is turning into a very long one shot...

Harry woke up for the second time that morning to a pair of evil looking yellow eyes glaring at him. "Ruth, I love you but your cat looks like he wants to kill me." Ruth smiled, turning over. She picked up her angry cat and cuddled him lovingly.

"He's a softie really," she said swinging her legs out of bed. "He's just hungry." Ruth put the cat on the floor and quickly got dressed while Harry watched intently. "Enjoying yourself?" she asked as she put a bra on.

"Hey, you're the one putting on black underwear in front of me," he said appreciatively. She took a second to look at him before pulling a dark blouse from her wardrobe.

"We are going to be incredibly late," she said. "Its already past ten." Harry rolled over and looked at the clock, seeing that she was right.

"Oh God," he moaned. "I'm amazed they haven't called you yet."

"They might have, I wouldn't know," Ruth said zipping her skirt up. "I unplugged the phone last night. I didn't want a distraction.

"Oh, did you indeed?" he said with a smile. "You were that sure you'd have your wicked way with me were you?" Ruth leant over the bed and kissed him soundly.

"I didn't plan three times," she whispered in between kisses. "But we don't have the best timing. I just wanted to minimise the possibilities of distractions." She kissed him again. "You should get dressed."

"I would," he said sitting up and pulling her closer for a deeper kiss. "But I can't seem to put you down." She smiled and left him, picking up her hairbrush. He sighed and got up. He found his boxers and shirt but then remembered that the rest of his clothes were still in Ruth's kitchen. He stood up and pulled Ruth into his arms, her back resting against his chest. He kissed her neck, lifting her hair lightly and knew she was smiling. "Okay, I'll get dressed." He left her room and went down to the kitchen while she fought to get her breathing under control.

By the time she got downstairs Harry was dressed and making coffee and toast. "I've called the grid, letting them know we haven't been kidnapped," he said as Ruth took a sip.

"You told them!" Ruth said loudly.

"Calm down," Harry said gripping her hand tightly. "No, I didn't tell them anything. I said I had a meeting in Whitehall. I also mentioned that you'd called me to say you were running late. I'm not going to tell them anything until you're comfortable."

In that moment she fell a little more in love with him than she had been anyway and smiled. She reached across the table and squeezed his hand. "We can tell them," she said.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes," she said nodding. "I'm happy. And I don't mind people knowing that I'm happy."

"Well, we won't say anything," Harry said. "I'm sure they'll figure it out, especially when we both turn up together."

"Yes," Ruth said. She stood up and rinsed her cup out and Harry had a new found appreciation of what she was wearing. She had a dark knee length skirt on, but accompanied with bare legs. He wondered how the hell he was going to concentrate on the grid when she looked like that. Especially when accompanied by less than pure thoughts about her behaviour in bed last night. And this morning. "What?" Ruth asked seeing his eyes on her.

"Nothing I can say out loud without resorting to something that will make us even later than we already are," he murmured, his eyes rising over her body slowly, with an intensity that she could almost feel. She swallowed uncomfortably and picked up her keys, slipping her feet into some flat shoes at the same time. She had to get out of her house, otherwise she'd launch herself on Harry again. And they did have work to do.

"Lets go."

It was six in the evening and everyone had gone home except Harry and Ruth. It had been a slow day. Low level monitoring of CCTV had been the most exciting thing that happened. Although Tariq's eyes running over Harry's rumpled shirt and Ruth's bare legs, putting two and two together had made quite a few people laugh.

Ruth knocked on his office door and appeared in the doorway looking completely stunning, pushing the door closed behind her. Within seconds he had her pushed up against his office wall and was kissing her intensely. Over the past eight hours she thought she'd imagined his touches being more intense than they actually had been. She hadn't. In fact, reliving it in memory, she had underestimated just what he did to her. He moved his lips to her neck making her sigh. "You know, I never anticipated you'd be the kind of man to pin women against walls," she whispered.

He laughed against her throat before replying. "I can't help it. You're just so irresistible." He had reached the neckline of her blouse before she felt alarm bells in her mind.

"No, Harry," she said breathlessly. He straightened up and looked her in the eye, stroking her hair with a querying look in his eye. "If you keep going like that I won't be able to control myself. And I don't want to do this. Not here." He leant forward and took her earlobe in his teeth.

"I've switched the CCTV off," he murmured in a voice that shook her to her very core.

"You were sure of yourself," she said with a laugh caught in her throat.

"Basic preparation," he whispered setting his lips on hers again. She kissed him back fervently, her hands pushing his jacket to the floor and then feeling his back through the thin material of his shirt. His hand slid down her side and further down, pushing her skirt up and feeling her bare leg. She sighed into his mouth and wrapped her legs around his waist, making her skirt ride up indecently high. "You're impatient," he said with an evil smile.

"I now know what I've been missing for the last eight years," she whispered. She let out a squeal as Harry lifted her clean away from the wall and laid her down on his desk. Before she could even breathe he covered her body with his own and kissed her, hands cradling her face. "We can't do this here," she whispered, suddenly having at attack of conscience. Harry pushed her skirt away and touched the insides of her thighs with a feather light touch.

"I have fantasised about you lying on this desk for years," Harry whispered, his fingers quickly pulled her blouse off of her. "Indulge me." She was about to argue when his tongue started drawing patterns on her stomach.

"Oh what the hell," she said in exasperation. Harry laughed, pleased to have won and slowly unzipped her skirt. He kissed every inch of skin as it was revealed. She was sighing in a way that he already loved and she lifted her hips so the skirt could be thrown to floor. "Oh my God," she moaned as he kissed her thighs slowly. He moved back to her face and looked at her. Her pale skin, while wearing her black underwear was magnificent. Coupled with her blue eyes which held such an all consuming passion for him, she looked irresistible. He wanted her as fast as humanly possible. He forced himself to slow down and kissed her as her fingers pulled at his shirt.

"I want your shirt off," she muttered hoarsely. "Now." he laughed and helped her take it off. He kissed her again as their chests pressed against each other. He felt her fingers working on his belt and he smiled briefly as their tongues tangled together. The fact that she wanted him like this… it meant the world to him. She managed to push his trousers down and he kicked them off impatiently as she smiled. Her arms wrapped around his back, pulling their bodies closer as lips collided yet again. Harry used this moment to his advantage as her back had been lifted a few inches off the desk. He reached behind her and swiftly undid her bra, throwing it onto the growing pile of clothes. He looked at her breasts intently and kissed her flesh, tongue licking every part of her. She had long ago given up on restraint and her moaning was getting incredibly loud in the small office.

He reached between their bodies and touched her softly, the fabric of their underwear still providing a barrier between them. Even that gentle touch was enough to make her hips buck slightly. He hooked his fingers under the elastic of her black knickers and slowly pulled them away from her. "I've been imagining doing this all day," he said as he touched her. He wanted to taste her with his mouth but there simply wasn't enough room on the desk for that so he settled for making her writhe against his touch. She was just a second from the edge when he stopped.

"You bastard," she said passionately as she realised he wasn't going to bring her to climax and the waves of building pleasure started to die away. He pulled his boxers down and moved so he could whisper in her ear.

"If you start calling me names I might forget about finishing this," he teased. Before she could respond he kissed her firmly and entered her, making her sigh into his mouth. He stopped moving and looked at her, waiting for her to open her eyes. She did and wondered why he had stopped. "Ruth, I love you," he murmured as he thrust into her more powerfully. He watched as the passion he was causing lit up her eyes as they locked on his. Just the look she was giving him almost brought him to the point of no return. But he controlled himself. Until she started wriggling her hips, trying to make him move, her hands caressing his back lovingly. He thrust into her again and again. It didn't take long before he felt his climax overpower him while kissing her neck.

When he raised his head he realised that she hadn't reached the height of pleasure and he immediately felt guilty for indulging himself first. He pulled out of her and heard her sigh. He reached between her legs and touched her firmly, determined to make her feel everything possible. He knew he was doing it the way she liked because her moaning left very little to the imagination. He could feel her getting close and gave her the last push over the edge as she half screamed his name, her body quivering with pleasure. He collapsed half on top of her, half on what little of the desk she wasn't lying on.

Neither of them were ready to even think about moving when the choice was taken away from them. Ruth's brain was still in a pleasure induced haze so she wasn't entirely aware it was happening at first. "Harry, we need to move!" she said quickly. It wasn't quick enough. Before they knew it they were lying on the office floor in a mess of tangled naked limbs. One of the desk legs had snapped off. Ruth burst out into laughter looking at the site of their recent passion, the now slanted three legged desk.

"Good luck explaining that to internal services," she said before dissolving into a fit of giggles.

He kissed her briefly and then looked at the desk with a sigh. "You're not going to help me get out of this one are you?"

"No," she said firmly. "It was your fantasy to have sex with me on your desk, not mine. So no I'm not going to help."

Harry was about to argue when he had a thought. "So what is your fantasy then?" She blushed a gorgeous shade of red which he thought adorable, especially considering that neither of them had a stitch of clothing on.

"I'm not telling you that," she murmured.

"Oh go on, it might just happen if you tell me." She shook her head and started to get dressed. But he wouldn't give up. At some point of another he'd get it out of her. He knew he would.

This fic seems to be getting a little out of hand... Oh well!