You all seem quite keen on this fic so I've extended it by a couple of chapters. Here's the first. Short, but hopefully a little sweet.
The young officer, Daniel James, was a little nervous, he'd never had to drive such a senior figure before. He'd heard of the head of MI5's Section D. The last thing he expected was to have to deliver him and one of his senior officers all the way down to London.
He had been warned to take good care of them and to be aware that they had been through a physical and mental ordeal over the last few days and had indeed been lucky to survive.
He thought they must breed them tough in Section D because what he had seen of them suggested no ordeal whatsoever.
Harry and Ruth sat in the back of the car and for 323 miles tried not to smile. They looked at each other little and spoke little, aware of Daniel in the front and his concern for them. They chose to look out of their respective windows, a smile always trying to out itself and their eyes sparkling with something Daniel had failed to identify. They seemed much engrossed by the passing scenery and he wondered if they were reliving their capture. In once sense he was right. They looked out of their windows and they saw the night before, they watched their pleasure, their love, their joy as if they were watching it on screen.
And they tried not to smile.
They may be silent, thought Daniel, but they don't look unhappy.
What he didn't see in his mirror was their hands on the seat between them. Hands that never stopped dancing around each other for 323 miles. Hands that stroked and caressed and entwined. He didn't see Harry's finger trace ILU on Ruth's palm. He didn't see Ruth try not to smile. He didn't see Ruth trace U2 on Harry's palm. And he didn't see Harry try not to smile.
They didn't look like two senior figures, they didn't look like they'd barely survived. They looked kind of normal. Jeans, shirt, jumper. They looked at ease.
Daniel hoped he could be as tough as them.
"Here we are, sir, Thames House."
"Thank you, Daniel," said Harry.
"Yes thank you," said Ruth, "it was a wonderful drive." And she meant it.