Right, now I'm back to working evenings so less writing time. I'm also working on a HR one shot too, so it might be a while before I update. But I will at some point!

Ruth's hair was still quite damp but she didn't really care so she simply tied it away from her face. "Ready?" Harry asked as she emerged into the living room. He put his paper down and ran his eyes over her figure appreciatively and she felt his gaze slow on her breasts and her hips.

"That's indecent, the way you're looking at me," Ruth said, her eyes sparkling.

"Ah well," he replied, seemingly not bothered. "Its only a ten minute walk away, is that okay?"

"Perfect," Ruth replied. He stood up and kissed her cheek gently before he set the alarm, eight digits she noticed and then double locked the door as they left.

"Can never be too careful," he explained as they walked through the London streets. They were mostly quiet until they were sat in the restaurant, and ordered their meal and their drinks had arrived. Harry knew she was thinking about their earlier conversation, and because of this he'd chosen a table out of earshot of the other diners so they could speak freely.

"You have an amazing shower," she said with a smile, taking a sip of white wine.

"Yes," Harry replied, a cheeky smile on his face.

"I'd like to try it out. Properly," she said, her eyes glowing.

"Tomorrow?"

"Mm," she said. Then the sparkle faded out of her eyes as her mind went to something else. "Did you really not look at my file?"

"No," he said. He looked honest, but a part of her remembered that it was his job to make people trust him. He seemed to sense this so he elaborated. "I didn't even want to. Its just facts and figures. It doesn't mean anything, and I'd rather you told me things yourself if you want to. So no I didn't look." Ruth nodded, believing him in spite of herself. She wanted to ask something else, but she didn't know how to phrase it. "Just say it," Harry encouraged. "Whatever is bothering you, just say it."

"Have you ever slept with someone while undercover?"

"Yes," he said and he saw the disappointment in her eyes before she lowered her gaze to the wood grain of the table. "Its not like that. I didn't have to for the operation. I'd been undercover in Berlin for about a month. I was single at the time and she was very attractive. It had no real bearing on the case."

"What if you had to?" Ruth asked quietly, still staring at the table. "For an operation, what if you had no choice?"

They were interrupted by their meals arriving at the table. Harry said nothing until the waitress was well out of earshot. "It doesn't come to that. If someone that we're targeting really wants sex, we've got a prostitute service which we use on the quiet."

That made her look up. "Really?" she asked in surprise.

"Mm," Harry said, smiling at her disbelief at this piece of information. "We caught them a few years back. We agreed to turn a blind eye to their illegal activities, if we could use them occasionally when we needed them."

"That never even entered my head," she said in a much lighter tone, starting to eat her lightly spiced squid. "Mm, this is good."

"I wouldn't do it to you," he said in a low voice. "Plus I don't go underground for months at a time any longer anyway. Plenty of young spies desperate to prove themselves." Ruth nodded and continued to eat her meal as Harry followed suit. "Wow, this is spicy," he said as he swallowed.

"I told you you shouldn't have ordered the red hot one," Ruth said smiling, very much enjoying her fish. He reached across the table and held her hand lightly, fingers dancing over hers as they continued to eat. Very slowly as they both were concentrating on the touch between them. This felt more like a first date. Light touches and heart beats skipping between them. The serious conversation had faded, and they simply enjoyed each others company.

Once they had finished their incredibly good meal they decided to go for a walk by the Thames in the darkness. "So when do you graduate?" Harry asked.

"2nd June," Ruth replied.

"That's soon," he said. "What are you doing afterwards?" To his surprise Ruth blushed. "What?"

"I was going to mention it. I got a call on Friday afternoon, giving me a job offer."

"That's really good," he said.

"At GCHQ," she replied, biting her lip slightly. Harry couldn't help it, he laughed. When he stopped her eyes were shining with a slight apology. "I don't know if I'm going to take it."

"Are you aware that MI5 poaches their best workers for Thames House?"

"Yes, I had heard a rumour of that," Ruth said through gritted teeth. "Which, even before your revelation was something that was making me hesitate. I'm a classicist, a researcher. I don't belong in MI5."

"It doesn't always funnel in," Harry said. Ruth shrugged her shoulders and shivered slightly in the cold night air. Harry pulled her close to him, her back against his chest and enveloped her in his warmth. "Better?"

"Much," she agreed as she watched a couple of boats on the river. "I don't know what to do."

"Do you want my advice or do you want to do this on your own?" Harry asked.

"Any advice will be more than welcome," she said, still watching the Thames.

"Take the job," he said. "At GCHQ if you're any good, you can work your way up through a few years. You don't get the grunt work for long. Maybe a year before the next batch of graduates come up, but then you'll move up. Unless there's anything else you want to do?"

"I'd really like a job that could have me curling up by an open fire, reading a book all day while the wind howls and the rain clatters down outside. But I don't think that's an option really."

"I think you should take it," Harry said, pausing to kiss the back of her neck. "Plus its only a short train ride from here so…" She understood what he was saying and smiled at the thought. He didn't say any more, instead he pulled her hair down, and ran his fingers softly through it and she shivered again, this time not from the cold.

"Shall we go back," she suggested, turning in his arms. Harry gave her a lingering kiss before nodding in agreement. Hand in hand they walked back to his flat.

So, do you want to read a shower sex scene between the two of them? Also I know I've ignored Geography by making GCHQ closer to London than it really is but I hope no one minds!