Thanks for all the great reviews. Here's the last chapter ahead of tonights new episode...
"No, no, no, no, please God no!" Ruth moaned under her breath as the alarm went off. She kept her eyes tightly shut because she wanted to hold on to her image of Harry for as long as possible. Harry naked, holding her, touching her, kissing her… It had been so… wonderfully vivid that she couldn't even bring herself to open her eyes to hit the clock and make it stop beeping.
"Sorry," Harry murmured next to her, turning off the clock and then stroking her hair briefly, one hand on her hip. "I forgot to switch it off last night. You were somewhat distracting." Ruth's eyes snapped open in shock as the memories of the night before came filtering back through her brain. Harry was looking at her and thought he read fear in her eyes. His hands stopped touching her instantly. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" he asked, incredibly worried over the look on her face.
"Oh God yes," she reassured him instantly. "Yeah, I think okay would cover it," she said smiling, her hand resting on his chest lightly. Harry felt his heart rate return to normal, seeing her smile. He had wondered for a second or two whether she regretted it and was relieved he seemed to be wrong. "I just… the alarm," Ruth continued. "I thought I was dreaming again."
"Again?" Harry questioned with a raised eyebrow. She blushed a gorgeous shade of red but he wasn't going to let her off the hook. He kept one hand under her chin, making her look at him, the other resting on her ribcage.
"Well, lets just say you've been the main reason I haven't been able to get a good nights sleep in months."
"Months?" Harry asked.
"Oh don't look so smug," she snapped quickly. He smiled even more broadly and Ruth kissed him to stop that irritating look. After a moment or two, she kept kissing him because it felt incredibly good. It was wonderful to be able to feel his arms around her as their bodies were pressed against each other in the morning light. Eventually her head rested on his chest, her eyes blissfully shut. "I've had a really enjoyable twelve hours."
"I hope so," he whispered, kissing her hair. "It only took eight years of waiting to get here."
"Very un-gentlemanly behaviour though," she teased, her fingertip tracing the lines and scars on his chest.
"I didn't hear you complaining," he said with a smile. "All I heard was you moaning…"
"Harry…"
"…and whimpering"
"Harry!"
"…all night long." She blushed again but didn't say anything. There was complete silence between them and Ruth was enjoying the quiet and the peace. It was a nice change after their hectic life on the grid. She was incredibly comfortable, her head on Harry's chest, their breathing quietly in sync. His fingers were running through her hair soothingly and she was about to drift of when she heard him speak quietly. "I love you."
Ruth moved and looked at him, her mind completely at a loss. She had known how he felt but to have him finally voice it meant the world to her. "I know you do," she said with a smile. "I love you too."
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