With much trepidation here it is. R&R and enjoy x

J is for Jealousy by Jancis

It was the mistletoe that started it. Zaf had managed to place it just out side the window of Harry's office. Harry took pleasure in seeing many happy, and some not so happy, pairings enjoying the festivities. He did not however enjoy watching Ruth get caught under there. He had had to endure quiet a few other men kissing her. Granted it was only on the cheek, she would never have let it go further, but he still found it irritating that other people could kiss her.

Harry had monitored who and how many times she was caught under it. So far she had had 14 kisses, mostly from Zaf and Adam, which Harry didn't mind. He knew they knew where he and Ruth stood, and feared more for their jobs than to try it on with her. The other six however, were made up of junior officers who where less subtle and didn't have the contact with either of them to know about their affair. He could understand why they took a shine to her; after all she was amazingly attractive, in both looks and personality. Unfortunately, one junior officer had taken a little more of a shine to her than he liked, it was a wonder though, that no-one had told him of Ruth's attachment.

He shouldn't be jealous but he was. He trusted her, he just didn't trust him.
The kisses he had tolerated, the office presents he had endured, but now, watching them at the Christmas party, Harry could barely contain his feelings.

She was sat on her desk, legs crossed at her ankles, wearing a suitably sexy dress that Harry had bought her just a week ago when she complained about having nothing to wear. She looked fabulous. He just wanted to hold her, kiss her, dance with her to the sickeningly happy songs that were playing out across the grid. Unfortunately he feared she would push him away at this very moment, his insecurities heightened by his jealousy. He wasn't the one making her eyes sparkle this time, that same junior officer was stood with her probably telling her some juvenile story.

Ruth, knowing Harry was there to take her home, had loosened up a little, drinking far more champagne then she normally would. Her face was flushed and her hair slightly out of place. She looked over at him; he was looking in her direction but not at her. He was glaring at the man she was talking to, there was anger in his eyes that she wouldn't have been able to spot it if she didn't know him like she did. Was he jealous of this man…this boy? He was barely out of university. She smiled to herself. Half for being able to provoke such a reaction in him and half because she knew she would make all his fears go away as soon as they were alone.

Then he saw it, the officers hand dart to her leg. His heart started to race and his face flushed. Damn it he thought. He couldn't do anything that would be unprofessional. If he reacted she would never forgive him, if he didn't he had to stay and watch her be groped by some adolescent. He decided he couldn't stand there and watch her be flirted with. He excused himself and marched off into his office, closing all the blinds as he went.

Ruth watched him as he walked away. She could see the anger in his strides and the reddening of his cheeks. She didn't trust him to not have this boy sent to Israel or some where just as terrifying. She feared the worst when he closed the blinds, Harry only closed the blinds when he was plotting. After a few minutes, she excused herself and made her way quickly over to his office.

"You know green doesn't suit you?" She teased as she opened the door.

"And innocence doesn't suit you" he barked back.

Slightly hurt by his comment, but unperturbed nonetheless, she walked over to him, lightly placing her hand on his cheek.

"You don't have to worry Harry, I'd never go off with him, he couldn't afford me" she joked, alcohol always made her tell terrible jokes.

From the look on his face and the distance he had put between them Harry defiantly didn't find this one funny.

"Sorry I didn't mean that. You know what I'm like after a drink." She flopped down on to the sofa and beckoned for him to join her. He poured two drinks and did as she asked.

"You don't mean it do you?" he asked quietly, she had never seen him look so vulnerable before. She smiled slightly and lifted his chin so she could see his eyes. "You wouldn't trade me in for a younger, fitter model?"

"Of course I don't and no I wouldn't" she kissed him to confirm her statement.

At first she just brushed his lips, and then stayed there a little longer. She pressed her lips against his and opened her mouth slightly. He did the same; they both knew how this little sequence went. Light kiss, open mouths, longer kiss, draw back, kiss again more passionately, deeper and longer. Then one of them would reach for the others shirt buttons or tie. It was Ruth's turn today, she saw how hurt he was by the though of losing her and wanted to show him it wasn't going to happen.

She pulled his tie off in one small movement; she had perfected her technique over the last couple of months. She pushed him so he was lying back on the sofa and climbed on top of him. Kissing him, she un-did each button in record time. Luckily her dress was quiet short and one push at its hem meant it was high enough for it not to rip. His hands were on her bottom, supporting her so she stayed on top of him. Next she managed to free his trouser button, pushing his pants as far down as she could.

"I want you Harry" she whispered in his ear, her breath hot on his neck. He leaned over and bit her ear lobe, she briefly exclaimed at the pain but it soon turned to a moan as he kissed the spot just behind her ear. His hands moved from her bum to her thighs. They were cold on her hot skin, sending little tingles right up her spine. She slowly slipped off his knee so she was knelt in front of him.

She un-tied his shoes, slipped them off then pulled his trousers from his legs, and discarded everything to her side. He was in slight disbelief that he was sitting in his office, half naked with a Christmas Party in full swing just behind the blinds. He was also slightly embarrassed at how his body was showing his ever increasing arousal. He lost his cares as her hands glided up his legs, his eyes closed involuntarily as he felt her mouth, warm around him. His breaths became short and irregular as she performed a pleasure she seldom allowed him. He relished in the movements of her tongue and savoured the feeling of her lips. Lost in the act, he was getting close. Feeling this, Ruth pulled back, hearing him moan in objection as she did. But she was selfish, wanting to enjoy this moment with him, not just facilitate his needs. She stood back up and resumed her position, straddling him. He leant up to kiss her, pressing his lips to hers, snaking his tongue into her mouth, tasting what she did.

"I want you Harry," she whispered just millimetres from his mouth. He pulled her down on to him as she finished the sentence, "now!" she moaned as he entered her.

She started to rock back and forth, slowly grinding her hips into him. He felt so good inside her, she'd waited all day to get him alone. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Harry took in the curve of her neck and leaned up to kiss her on it. He sucked and licked it leaving his mark, not caring how she would explain it to every one outside. Thankfully the music was loud enough to cover any noise coming from his office. Ruth was moving faster now, grinding down on to him. She rocked back and forth, he could see the ecstasy flashing across her face as she got closer and he could feel himself pulsating again. The blood pumping round his body echoed in his ears, only broken by Ruth's heavy breathing. She arched up, crying out his name, as he pushed her over the edge, and followed her almost simultaneously.

They separated and tidied themselves before going back to the party, taking the time and pleasure to help each other back into their clothes, just as they had helped each other out of them.

Hand in hand they walked back, Harry couldn't help himself, and throwing a smug smile over his shoulder to the junior officer he had been so jealous over before. He had always known she was his, but had faltered slightly, letting his own insecurities play over what he knew in his heart and mind. He turned back and pulled her into him, covering her soft, silky lips with his, no longer caring who saw them.