More Together

by oldmule

He bit his lip and kept his silence. She was wrong, every word she said was wrong. Would he be able to keep his silence. No, he would not. Post 9.1 angst that takes a definite turn towards the fluffy, in fact very fluffy.

11. Chapter 11

"Harry, stop."

"This is not a good moment to ask me to stop, Ruth!"

"Please stop"

"I think it's too late," he said with a groan.

Several moments passed.

"I'm sorry, Ruth."

"So am I, " she said and sighed.

He looked downcast.

"Harry, if you don't realise the right moment it'll never be right."

"I thought it was the right moment."

"Well, it wasn't, clearly."

"Okay, well tell me how I should know the right moment?"

"It's when they're still runny."

"But that's too early."

"No, Harry that's the perfect moment. Turn off the heat and let the pan do the rest, be patient and I promise you the most perfect scrambled eggs in London."

"Okay, I'm going to try again."

"But I'm hungry."

"Sorry, Ruth, but I'd say I've done everything else pretty well and I'd like breakfast to be as good."

"No, Harry, you've done everything else perfectly," she smiled and wound her arms around his waist, dropping her hands lower and lower.

"Good" his voice vibrated, "then I'd like your eggs to be perfect too. Now desist from kissing me woman until I have produced the perfect scrambled egg."