Okay, I read cowbell2011's recent M rated offering and was inspired to write this little chapter. So blame / thank her...


Ruth's eyes were fluttering open but before she could really wake up she felt Harry's lips caress hers softly. She smiled a little before focusing on kissing him back fervently. "Good morning," she whispered as Harry's head rested on her shoulder.

"Mm," he murmured against her skin with his eyes shut. At that point she realised that his arm was draped across her stomach. Her bare stomach. Where had her T shirt got to? She then abandoned the thought as Harry's fingertips started drawing patterns on her skin. After a few seconds of enjoyment she moved her hand down her body until it reached Harry's and entwined their fingers together each hand moving against the other, lightly exploring their wonderful familiarity.

It was so good, she thought. The way they woke up together as if it was the most normal thing in the world. As if they'd been doing it their whole lives, and they'd never stop, which she hoped they wouldn't. With her free hand she brushed her hair out of her eyes just as Harry moved and looked at her with a very odd look on his face.
"What?" she asked confused. He rarely looked at her with this much intent and it was unnerving.

"Nothing," he said with half a smile. "I'll be back in a minute."

"No," Ruth said instantly, holding his arm tightly to stop him leaving. He relaxed back into bed as she kissed his back lightly. "I'm wrapped in a happy cocoon or warmth and love," she whispered. "Don't move. We don't have to leave for work for a couple of hours and a naked you and a nearly naked me sounds like a good morning to me. A good way to wake up."

"Lets fix that," he said. She was about to ask what he meant when she felt his finger curl underneath the waistband of her knickers, the only item of clothing she was wearing.

"Mm, have I convinced you that staying in bed is a good idea?" she said in a whisper as his hand firmly caressed her hip.

"You do have an excellent point," he replied kissing her lips softly. She gasped as he squeezed her bum firmly. His fingers were moving quicker and she could tell he was getting irritated.

"I thought you liked these knickers," she teased, her finger tracing patterns on his chest.

"Oh I do," he replied in between kisses. "I like them even better when they're flung across the other side of the room." She laughed and wriggled out of them as Harry pulled her body against his chest. He kissed her lips in a wonderfully slow and deep kiss lasting countless minutes. His hands were resting on her waist, keeping her as close as possible even while they were joined at the lips. She gasped as she felt one of his hands move between her legs.

"Oh!" she closed her eyes as he started moving his fingers lightly. "Mmmm," she murmured loudly, completely without embarrassment. He was the only man she'd ever known who could make her feel like this. Such unbridled passion and joy that she could completely lose herself in the moment without worrying about how brazen she appeared.

"Oh I like that," Harry whispered into her ear, fingers never stopping moving.

"What?" Ruth asked breathlessly wondering if she could even attempt to follow conversation.

"That noise you just made," he said with a wicked smile.

She was so lost in sensation she didn't have it in her to feel embarrassed. "Oh, sorry," she said quietly. "Oh God!" He always loved making her feel this way but even so his fingers slowed. "Oh no, please don't stop," she breathed quickly, eyes still closed. He did as she asked but moved away from her so he could watch her face as the ecstasy went through her body. She was so close and he felt her whole body tense, seeing her gasping for air, face flushed, naked body shaking just from what he was doing to her. God, she looked so breathtaking, he thought while waiting for her to come back to earth. He kept caressing her ribcage and then realised that she'd slipped away completely. She'd actually passed out, he saw with a smile. He slowly kissed her face. Waiting for a reaction. Eventually he got one and drew away from her.

"You alright there?" he asked. She looked around vaguely and then realised what had happened.

"Oh God, I'm sorry," she said quickly. "I couldn't help it."

"Don't," he whispered stroking her hair. "The look on your face just then, that'll be burned into my memory for the rest of my life."

She blushed wildly into his shoulder before he lifted her head to kiss her again. Almost before she was aware of what was happening he pushed into her forcefully. She pulled him close, her fingernails cutting into his skin. She was trying desperately not to climax again so soon. He stopped moving inside her, worried because of the look on her face. Her eyes were screwed up in concentration and she was biting her lip.

"Are you okay?" he asked carefully.

"Yeah," she said breathlessly. "I just… I'm trying to hold on." He smiled for a second and then pushed into her hard making her groan.

"Let go," he whispered. "Just let go for me." But still she held on. He reached between them and pushed her clitoris firmly, taking it out of her control. She arched her back as pure pleasure overtook her for the second time that morning. In the midst of her orgasm he sped up and thrust into her over and over again, making her climax last longer than she thought possible. He joined her in sated bliss just a few seconds later.

She only came around when the mattress moved under Harry's weight. "What you doing?" she said groggily.

"I'll be right back." She was too tired to argue and only opened her eyes when he wrapped an arm around her. He didn't say a word, instead he held her hand tightly and she felt something cold.

"What?" She looked at her hand and saw an engagement ring resting on her finger.

"Harry…"

"Marry me," he murmured.

"Were you waiting for a sex induced haze? Thinking it might make me say yes?" Ruth said. He worried for a second but then saw that she was teasing him. The smile on her face made that clear. She didn't reply to his question. She didn't need to. The look in her eyes made it clear what she was thinking. She smiled and rested her newly adorned hand over his chest. He moved his own hand and touched the metal which was now warming up to skin temperature. He smiled back and took her in his arms. And he made love to her all over again.


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