Erin saw Ruth dash past her and go towards the registry as if nothing had happened and she sighed. Erin walked over to Dimitri's desk with a very disappointed look on her face. "Do they want to kill me?" he asked.
"Not nearly as much as they want to kill me," Erin said accurately. "I unlocked the door and their mouths were becoming very familiar with each other."
"Oh Erin, that's good isn't it?"
"If you think things were tense before, just wait until the next time they bump into each other," Erin said. "Ruth jumped away from him like she'd had an electric shock."
"She didn't?"
"She did," Erin said. "This brilliant idea of yours has just backfired spectacularly." Dimitri was left watching as Erin vanished, and he felt a definite sense of loss. But he wouldn't focus on that.
Ruth was halfway absorbed in her work, while the other half of her was reliving the way Harry's lips had felt against hers. Soft, yet quietly demanding. Inviting more. A touch that made her melt and feel like she never wanted to let go. His hand gently pulling her body against his on the small of her back, burning through the clothes she wore. And then the door opened and ruined it. But she couldn't deny how much she wanted to kiss him again. To feel him against her in such a wonderful way.
She looked at her screen and realised she'd been daydreaming about his lips for the last ten minutes without doing any work at all. She looked to his office and saw the blinds flutter. He'd been watching her, she thought with a warm thrill. She had run away, so what must he be thinking? She looked at the closed blinds and wished she could see his face so she could at least try and work out what he was thinking. This was hopeless. She got up and without thinking, without analysing it, she went into his office. Without knocking.
Harry looked up from his desk and saw her, his eyes sparkling at her slightly. "Ruth…"
"Harry, I'm sorry," she said quickly. "I shouldn't have run, I'm sorry."
"Why do you keep running?" he asked getting up from behind his desk and approaching her.
"I don't know," she said. "I don't want to."
"What do you want?"
"I want… you to kiss me," she said, making herself look at him rather than shying away as she normally did. He placed a hand on her waist but made no other movement towards her.
"I can't keep having you run away," he admitted. "I can't take it. If I kiss you, I need your promise that you won't run away from me."
"Harry, I won't. I love you," she said quietly with half a smile on her face. He mirrored hers and gently met his lips with hers. She reacted instantly, in love with how his lips felt against hers. She opened her mouth to him and deepened the kiss, her arms wrapping around his back, pulling him closer. And for a long time, they didn't stop.
I would have updated yesterday but couldn't log in. Not sure whether to make that the end.