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Ruth found herself pinned between the soft fabric of the sofa and Harry's sturdy form and she could not help but smile at how truly wonderful it felt. His lips pressed full and firm against hers, his hands grasping against the thin material of her thighs and as he shifted slightly, he became unable to disguise his true desire for her. She gasped audibly as she felt the full effect of him against he side of her thigh. Grinning rather sheepishly, Harry stopped and whispered "Sorry, I… erm… well…"
He was cut off suddenly as Ruth captured his lips in her own, once more. "Don't be" she mumbled against him, before opening her mouth wider so to allow his tongue the access it so urgently requested. As the tip of his tongue brushed lightly against the roof of her mouth, she withered beneath him in delight, causing their bodies to press even closer into each other.
"Ruth" he rasped, his throat constricted by the passion he felt and the intoxication of her scent. Her small hands clutched tightly to his broad back and held him fast. She wanted to lose herself completely in the moment. She wanted to feel every inch of him, to know every part of him to taste him so completely that she would remember for always.
Sensing her desire, he caught her eye and slowly his hands began to delve underneath the thin cotton of her shirt and gently started to trace patterns up from her bare hips towards the gentle curve of her breasts. The feel of his fingers on her naked skin sent a wave of pleasure crashing through her. He smiled as her eyes fluttered shut as her other senses took over and he felt her whole body begin to shiver and tense. His hands continued to travel high up her body, until his fingers brushed lightly against the lace he had coveted ever seen he had caught a glimpse of it earlier that night. She gasped again, his name escaping her lips, her whole body jolting underneath his intense touch and gaze.
Crash!
At the sudden interruption, Harry pulled slight away from her. "Shit!" she whispered, an embarrassed blush creeping up onto her already flushed face.
As he began to realise what had happened, Harry smiled. "We didn't clear up the hot chocolate, did we?"
"No" she breathed, her chest pounding violently from their encounter. She tried to push herself up on to her elbows, so to see the full extent of the damage her foot had just caused. However, she found herself pinned firmly back against the sofa.
Harry bent low over her and brushed his lips against her ear. "That's probably going to stain" he mused, still making no attempt to move from their position.
"Probably" muttered Ruth in automated agreement, her mind now far from worrying about the spreading split hot chocolate. At the touch of his lips on her neck, her hand moved fractionally lower on his back, her fingers creeping teasingly below the waist bad of his jeans.
Harry breathing vibrated lightly against her collarbone at the feel of her nimble fingers, and pretty soon all concerns of split drinks were lost into the abyss.
"I do love our son, you know."
"I know."
"It's just that sometimes…"
"…you love not having him around?"
His lips caught hers and their kiss quickly deepened in the darkness.
"Mmm…" she agreed as she felt her back collide with the cold stone wall of the taxi office. His hands came to rest shamelessly on her backside, and she buried her head deep into his shoulder blade. "I've had a lovely night, Adam. Far too much wine, but a lovely night."
"It's been alright, I suppose" he mused, with a spreading grin and burning eyes. She playfully squatted at his chest in mock scorn.
She feebly made to push away from him. "Well, if that's all it's been…"
He swiftly pulled her back to him and caught her lips once more. "Okay," he mumbled, as his lips travelled slowly along her jaw line. "Maybe it's been better than alright." She felt him smile against her cheek.
"I wonder if Harry and Ruth have had an 'alright' night?" she mused.
A throaty laugh escaped him a vibrated invitingly against her ear lobe. "Hmm. I wonder."
Twenty minutes later, Fiona stumbled rather hastily through her front door, closely followed by her husband, who was now whispering suggestively against the back of her bare neck.
"Adam!" she warned in a hushed whisper. "Not now!" She pointed animatedly towards the closed door of the living room and began, not so successfully to creep along the hallway. Adam could not quiet stifle a bemused laugh as his rather tipsy wife stumbled against the wooden dresser, before berating the inanimate object for making too much noise.
At the commotion, Harry opened the door to find one of his officers talking to a piece of furniture and the other stood laughing like a hyena in the doorway. "Well, I'll sleep easy in my bed knowing that you two are there to keep me safe!" he stated in a bemused tone.
"Harry!" Fiona flung her arms around her slightly taken aback boss, before muttering quietly, "And will you be the only one sleeping easily in your bed?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Ignore her Harry!" Adam strode easily into the living room, pulling his wife onto his lap as he fell into the wide armchair. "Fiona and wine are a rather lethal combination."
"Really? And there was me thinking that it was Fiona and yourself that had such an effect."
Adam was no longer listening to him, as Fiona's hands began to wind playfully around his neck. Suddenly her eyes fell to the carpet and she stilled, her face abruptly sober. "What the hell…?"
"Slight accident!" Ruth appeared suddenly in the doorway carrying a floor cloth and carpet cleaner. "You know me, clumsy mess that I am!"
"I'd hardly say 'mess' Ruth!" She caught Harry's eyes and smiled gratefully, if not a little flustered.
"No?" grinned Adam from his point of observation. "And what would you say Harry?"
"Well," smiled Harry, as he watched Ruth bend onto her hands and knees and begin to scrub the chocolate stain on the carpet. "I think Cinderella would be a more appropriate description, wouldn't you agree?" Ruth was glad her hair falling across her face now hid the furious blush that stained her cheeks.
"Mummy!" Wes shot through the door and jumped half way across the room, landing roughly on top of an already entangled Adam and Fiona. Ruth could not help but smile that this was one interruption so was very grateful to Wes for. This sentiment, and smile, was one that was returned by a transfixed Harry.
"I think that's our que to leave."
She raised her head to look at him.
"But…" she indicated the ever-deepening stain.
"Oh, I think Mr and Mrs Carter here owe us one after tonight's little 'oversight', don't you?"
She smiled, noticing only too much how her heart rate quickened under his dark and passion filled eyes.
"Come on Cinderella. It not yet midnight! Why don't I take you home?"
As I said, possibly another few chapters to go… if you want to know what Fiona makes of her stained carpet and frozen pea filled house, or if Harry is a true gentleman and makes sure Ruth gets home ok ;-) then let me know! xx
