Most people wanted Lingerie so here it is. Enjoy!

Ruth sat up watching Harry sleep and felt deeply happy and content. They had been together for months and during that time she had felt more loved, wanted and desired than she had ever thought possible.

"Why are you watching me?" Harry asked opening his eyes.

"I was thinking," Ruth said. "About your birthday."

"Oh," Harry said with a smile. "And what were you thinking?" Her blush was vivid and he raised an eyebrow at her imagination. "Okay, you've got to tell me now."

"Its stupid," she said brushing her hair out of her face.

"I'll be the judge of that," Harry said seriously, not letting her off the hook.

"I was thinking… that you could buy me whatever lingerie you wanted and I promise to wear it." By the time she'd finished she was blushing luminously. Harry's hands touched her back and pulled her to him. He kissed her and by the time he let her go, her embarrassment was forgotten.

"That is an incredibly tempting offer," he said as she got comfortable in bed again. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she said.

"Okay, I will hold you to that."

"Do," she replied, already tingling with anticipation about what lingerie he would buy for her.


Harry had spent a long time browsing through online underwear ranges and had frequent hallucinations of Ruth wearing some of the more exotic items but knew he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of her for long enough to put them to good use. Eventually he found a turquoise set which was unlike anything he had seen her wear before and decided that was the set he simply had to buy her.


A package had been left for Ruth on the kitchen table. She knew that her promise to Harry had finally come around to haunt her. She couldn't stop her hands from shaking slightly as she opened the box.

"Oh wow," she breathed as her fingers ran over the blue material. It wasn't what she had expected at all. The bra was made of soft silk and her fingers glided over the material like a whisper. She could only imagine what it would feel like for Harry's hands to be running over her skin while wearing that. Putting that aside she had a look at the matching knickers. They contained less material than she usually wore but she had to admit they looked good.

Ruth took the new underwear upstairs and tried it on, studying herself in the bathroom mirror critically. What hadn't been apparent before she wore it, was how the bra pushed her breasts up and made them look fuller. And the knickers cut her figure perfectly. She knew subconsciously that he must have looked at a lot of underwear to find a set that suited her this well. And he seemed to know her body better than she did herself. Making a decision she kept the underwear on and put her clothes back on. She brushed her fingers through her hair and went back to work.


Ruth was completely absorbed in her research. There weren't any terrorists on the radar so she was infiltrating foreign intelligence services- just because she could. When she did glance up she saw Harry watching intensely. Smiling, she locked her computer and walked into his office.

"What do you think?" he asked in a husky voice.

"Very impressed," Ruth replied with a smile, not even pretending she didn't understand what he was asking.

"I'm glad," he said kissing her softly with his arms wrapped tightly around her. "So I picked the right choice?"

"I'm sure you'll tell me later tonight," she said in a decisively flirty voice.

"I will," he said kissing her again. "Are you wearing it now?" he asked as the thought occurred to him. She raised her eyebrows which said yes clearer than words could. "How the hell am I meant to concentrate on work when I know that?"

"Well you managed for years, one day won't kill you."

"Mm, I'm not sure about that," Harry said kissing her neck for several long minutes. As he did so his hands slid under the waistband of her skirt and his fingers started running over the silk underwear slowly. Ruth pulled away from him knowing that this was leading to dangerous territory when they were meant to be catching terrorists.

"I'm going to go. And work," Ruth clarified. She kissed his cheek lightly before walking reluctantly out of his arms. She couldn't wait to get home…

L is for lingerie. I couldn't bear not to include the other choice so I'm posting both…


It was midnight. Ruth could tell something wasn't right even before she opened her eyes. She reached an arm out and sure enough Harry wasn't there. She did however find a note. Flicking her light on she squinted at it.

Ruth,

I couldn't sleep and I didn't want to wake you. Not when you looked so peaceful and innocent and perfect. I hope you're not disturbed by my absence but this note is just in case. I left to clear my head and I'll be back soon. I'll set the security system before I leave so you feel safe. Love you always. H xxx.

Ruth held the note close to her heart, her thumb running over his handwriting, so familiar to her after so long. She switched the light off and closed her eyes but couldn't drift off. After half an hour she gave up. She slipped her clothes from yesterday on, pulling her thick coat on as well. She wanted to find him and she had a good idea where he'd be.

It was colder than she had anticipated as she approached Thames House. She pulled the collar of her coat tighter, wishing she'd brought a scarf. Taking a quick look on the grid she wasn't surprised to find him missing. She had guessed he'd be on the roof anyway. Following her instincts, she took the stairs up to the roof.

When she got there, she wasn't disappointed. Harry had his hands clasped on the barrier and was staring at the city, its lights shining bright. She left him to his thoughts for a moment or two but the ice cold wind caught up with her and forced her to act. She walked closer to him and took reassurance in the comforting body heat emanating from him.

"Hi," she said in a quiet voice.

"You didn't have to follow me," he said without looking at her. One of his leather gloved hands moved to cover hers and she felt happy she could do this for him. Just be there to comfort and support him. "You must be freezing," he added, taking in her ungloved hands.

"I'm not too bad," she lied. He didn't question her lie but stayed silent. They both contemplated the city for silent minutes.

"How did you know I'd be here?" Harry asked.

"I like to think I know you well enough by now," Ruth said honestly.

"That you do," Harry said lapsing into silence. Ruth knew enough that he didn't want to be disturbed from his thoughts. He wasn't just watching the lights of the city, he was seeing ghosts and all the haunting of his previous failures. This she knew for a fact.

"I shouldn't have come," she said quietly giving his hand a squeeze. "I'll go home and leave you to it."

"Stay," he whispered keeping a tight grip on her hand. "I'd like it… if you'd stay with me."

"Okay," Ruth said quietly, resuming her position next to him. Within the next twenty minutes neither of them spoke a single word and they only moved once. Harry knew she must be cold and pulled her in front of his body, his arms around her waist so they could both look at the setting moon and rising sun in silence together. They knew they wouldn't make it back home that night but neither of them minded as they watched the light play on the city of London.

L is for London Landscape. Which is your favourite?