Chapter 9

Harry didn't wait for anymore conversation; his pulsating erection was dictating his moves. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her neck, offering her sensuous kisses. Ruth sighed as his lips caressed her neck. His hands grasped her waist and gently brushed over her clothes towards her breasts. His hands reached their destination. Cupping his hands he placed them over her breasts and gently squeezed. Ruth's hips ground forward in an involuntary motion, her eyes fixed on her computer screen.

Suddenly she became aware of her surroundings,

"Harry...stop. I, I can't. Not...now." She pushed his arms away, grabbed her bag and ran for the pods. Harry stood, bereft. His hands limp by his side, erection still begging for release. Frustrated with the whole affair he kicked out at her chair sending it crashing into another's desk. He walked stiffly towards the gents. Upon entering he kicked all the doors to check no one else was in there, before dropping his fly to stroke his erection. Harry sighed as he cleaned himself and got his suit in order, ready for the lonely journey home...again.

The next few days and weeks were more awkward than usual. Ruth didn't speak to Harry unless she had to and made sure that she left the grid at a more suitable hour to avoid any more intimate encounters with Harry. Inwardly though, she was angry, lonely and very frustrated with herself. Thoughts of Harry never left her for long and every time she thought of all that had happened between them, especially in the last few months her thoughts would chew over the same thing; how she wanted more, but not like this.

Meanwhile, Harry was finding life equally distressing. He wanted Ruth, that was apparently obvious to everyone, but he loved her too. He just didn't know how to behave around her. Harry sighed, seemingly at an end, wondering if it was time to go back to basics.


The next few days began to get interesting, or busy, as Zaf's cell began to take a more central role.

*Roll in season 5, episode 3; and all that it entails; even the closing lines Ruth gives to Harry.*


Several weeks had passed and life on the grid seemed to be returning to some form of normality. Most operations were moving very slowly with only surveillance to be done and most of the paper work was now up-to-date. Ruth decided that now was a good time to re-arrange and organise the Registry. She was making good progress. Any files that were not complete or needed updating she took back to her desk to work on. She delegated some tasks to others on the team who were grateful for a chance to leave the grid and at least pretend to enjoy the warm summer weather outside.
Ruth had finally decided that if there was to be any more intimate encounters with Harry she would apologise for her behaviour and give herself to him...fully. She really did love him; she just found it difficult to tell him. She wouldn't have to wait too long, thanks to the summer weather...