This one doesn't fit in any story and is a M rated one shot, inspired by theoofoof's prompt.


"Wait! Hold the door!" Ruth ran and caught the door of the lift just before it closed. She pushed it open as her fingers brushed against someone else's doing the same thing from inside the lift. Suddenly felt breathless when she realised that the only other occupant of the lift was Harry. "Thanks," she said as the door slowly closed again. Harry had half a smile at her and she turned so she could face the wall rather than him and the smouldering look burning in his eyes.

"You're later than usual," Harry said in the silence. Ruth was about to reply when the lift suddenly came to a juddering halt. "Damn it," Harry said under his breath. Ruth closed her eyes, wondering if the tension between them could actually become any more tangible when confined in such a small space. Harry went to the control panel and pushed the emergency button with absolutely no effect. He sighed. "Looks like we're stuck here."

"Yes, my powers of deduction are still intact," Ruth said and then cringed because that sounded so critical.

"Are you mad at me?" Harry asked. "I can't control the fact that the lifts broken."

"No," she said shaking her head slightly. "It just makes me wary being trapped like this."

"I didn't know you were claustrophobic," Harry said, surprised that Ruth had any flaw at all, no matter how minor.

"The things you don't know about me might surprise you," she said, her eyes glinting at his.

"Ruth…" She closed her eyes because she hated and loved how she felt when he said her name like that. He had a voice that melted her heart when he chose to use it. She concentrated as she sensed Harry move behind her. Keeping her eyes closed she could feel him breathing on her neck, so close he was to her now. She felt a shock of electricity as his hand gently brushed her hair away from her neck. She stayed as still as possible waiting for him to do something else. His warm breath was rushing over her sensitive skin.

"Is this okay?" he whispered.

"Yes," she breathed. He kissed her skin and his other hand gently held her waist, thumb running over fabric. Harry was about to stop when he felt her body leaning back against his. He could tell from her quick breathing that she was enjoying this. With his hands on her waist he turned her around and her eyes were focusing on his. He wouldn't do anything else without her making a move, he wasn't going to push her. She seemed to be thinking about something and then a decision was made, he could see it in her eyes. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his softly. Harry felt elated that she reacted like this to him. That she had the desire for him and that she wanted to make a move towards him. Her hands were wrapped around him, fingers running underneath his jacket. He broke away when logic told him that being trapped in an area where she couldn't escape probably wasn't the best idea.

"Harry…" she whispered, her blue eyes clouded with passion.

"I can't," he said. "Not like this." She didn't reply with words, she kissed him again and he couldn't stop it. He couldn't resist her after so long when she was finally showing him that she wanted him. By the time his jacket had been pushed to the floor, his resolve to do nothing else had completely dissolved into the confined atmosphere of need and want. He pushed her against the wall of the lift as his hands started wandering over her blouse and to the waistband of her skirt.

"Oh God Ruth," he whispered as his fingers reached the bare skin of her waist for the first time. She reached for him and kissed him deeply once more. Harry felt completely shocked when he felt her hands reaching for his belt. He pulled back and cupped her face, looking into her eyes.

"Don't stop please," she whispered. "I want this." He couldn't stop anyway, he just wanted to be sure this was what she wanted. In their next wonderfully sensitive and seductive kiss he reached for the hem of her skirt and wrapped a hand around her thigh, feeling her smooth skin under his palm. Being this close to her was intoxicating. He gripped her tighter and moved his hand between her legs, delighted to hear her sigh. He pressed his palm to her centre and she moaned in his ear. She buried her face in his neck and kissed his skin while breathing in his scent.

"Harry, I need you now," she said into him as her hands went south and started removing his belt. He helped her and very quickly she moaned as she felt herself being wonderfully stretched by him penetrating her, her legs wrapping around him, both ignoring the fact that they were mainly still fully clothed. Her fingers were gripping his shoulders painfully tightly as she let out a cry of passion with every thrust.

"Look at me," Harry demanded as her head hit the wall with a thump and her eyes were tightly closed, focusing on the sensations running through her nerve endings. She raised her head and opened her eyes, seeing Harry's shining with emotion, passion and desire.

"Oh God," she moaned as he touched her clitoris lightly with a teasing touch, keeping eye contact with him. "Harder… please. Oh Harry…" hearing her like that, almost begging him was almost enough to make him climax but he held on with difficulty. He moved inside her and her breathing got even more erratic, especially when he felt her breasts with his one free hand, ignoring the clothes she still wore over her figure. He was surprised by her reaching the height of pleasure very suddenly and without warning, her whole body clenching around him, back arching against the wall as she bit her lip to hold in her cry. Harry kissed her while pushing into her again and he came just as quickly as she had done a minute or two before.

They both stopped moving, still joined as their eyes were magnetised to each other. So much was passed in that silence, love, satisfied desire and the knowledge that they fit together just as they had both imagined they would. Suddenly Ruth felt the walls vibrate as the lift came back to life. With her palm on his chest she pushed him away so she could straighten her clothes. He parted from her reluctantly but knew that being found in that position wasn't what either of them wanted. By the time the doors opened on the fourth floor the only give away of what had happened was the flush on Ruth's cheeks and the smile on Harry's face.


The prompt was sex in a lift, so hope you all liked it!