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Ruth stood by the floor to ceiling window of their hotel suit, sighing in happiness as she looked over the city. Lights were shining everywhere, through every window in New York. It was late, but that didn't seem to matter in the city that never sleeps.

Harry came into the bedroom and saw her standing, watching the city. She wore a light summer dress for the heat, and he marvelled at the way it clung to her skin. He bit his lip but didn't say anything to alert her to his presence. She was most especially beautiful when she was unaware that she was being watched. He moved to the side a little to see her face in profile and smiled at her.

"I know you're there," she said, eyes flicking to him briefly, a smile on her face. Her arms were wrapped around her middle as she looked over the city. He walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her and she leaned her head against his shoulder. "Thank you," she said.

"For what?" he asked, whispering in her ear.

"Taking me to New York," she said. "Letting me win the argument."

"Oh, I'm not letting you win anything," he said surely. "We're flying from JFK to Charles de Gaulle on Friday, before catching the Eurostar back to London."

"Mm, I thought as much," she said with amusement. "You're too stubborn to let me win anything." He let his hands drift down to the slight swell of her stomach. She smiled as he pressed his hands against her rounded middle firmly. They'd never really been away together, and with a stopwatch on their time before the two of them became three, he wanted to take her away. Before a baby demanded all of their spare time. Harry moved his right hand upwards, along her arm and slipped the strap of her dress off of her shoulder. "You have a one track mind," she said.

"I think the fact that we both have a one track mind is what created this unexpected situation in the first place," he said with a grin, squeezing his hand that still rested on her stomach.

"How true." He kissed her neck and her eyes fluttered closed as his tongue flicked across her pulse. She shivered and laced her fingers through his, moving his hand to the zip on the side of her dress.

"Oh, hinting are you?" he said, humour in his voice.

"Yes," she said firmly. "I can't help it. I just… I always seemed to want you. I'm going to blame my hormones."

He chuckled into her shoulder but didn't argue. He pulled the zip down and slipped his hand onto her warm beautiful skin. He sighed at her softness and pulled her away from the window. "New York'll be there in the morning," he whispered.

"So I hear," she said. She let him pull her onto the bed and the incredibly soft feather mattress. God knows how much he'd spent on this suite for them, but right now she didn't care. He pulled the dress off quickly and stroked her sides.

"Beautiful," he murmured. She smiled at him, eyes radiating with love for this man, and reached for him, hands behind his neck pulling him in for a deep searing kiss. His lips moulded to hers perfectly and she felt her arousal spiking, even without him touching her more intimately. She slipped her hands lower down his back and grasped his bum tightly.

"Mmm… Jeans off," she demanded, her fingers quickly moving to the front and working on the button. Before she got very far, temptation overcame her and she squeezed the noticeable bulge, making him groan. Then she sneaked her hand inside his jeans, pulled his underwear down and squeezed again, skin to skin. Harry closed his eyes with the sensation of her stroking fingers. God she was good. After a minute or two, he pulled away and quickly removed her bra then cupped her breasts, thumbs rubbing her nipples into hard points. Her breasts were full, slightly bigger than usual, the nipples darker. He liked her changing body immensely and made sure she knew it. He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, before kissing and licking her breasts, sucking her nipples hard, making her moan.

All of a sudden she started wriggling franticly and he backed off. "Get undressed," she breathed. "Now."

"Oh, you're a demanding woman aren't you?" he said, pulling his shirt off in acquiescence anyway. Ruth watched, eyes bright with anticipation and desire as his jeans and underwear followed suit until he was naked. Ruth smiled as he kissed her stomach and then she pushed her hips up as he took her knickers off using nothing but his mouth. She laughed with happiness as his lips brushed over her skin, teeth grazing her hips and thighs.

"I love you," she said, her fingers clutching him close to her. He pulled her over and lay side by side next to her, their bodies touching everywhere. She threw her leg over his hip and pulled him between her legs. He pushed inside her slowly and she gasped as he filled her completely. He felt wonderful inside her and she smiled slightly as he stroked her face, his other hand wrapping around her waist pulling her close. His hazel eyes were glowing with passion at her and she rested her palm on his chest, fingers splayed. She reached for him with her free hand, squeezing his balls gently.

"Oh…" He kept gasping as she touched him and her eyes were alight with desire, a bright and vivid blue as they flicked over his face. Harry pushed her hands away and pushed her onto her back firmly. He thrust inside her hard and she writhed delightedly underneath him.

"You're so good at this," she said, her voice lazy with satisfaction. He chuckled and then dipped his head, kissing her deeply. He shifted inside her slightly and she gasped. She wrapped her legs around him and he caressed her breasts lightly.

"I love you too," he said, before thrusting inside her hard. She didn't have any breath to speak with, all she could do was moan at the onslaught of sensation. His lips moved over her chest, tongue flicking her nipples as he moved inside her, his hands stroking her body and her hair. Every part of her body felt loved and treasured at this moment in time.

She could feel her inner muscles clenching, nearing climax when all of a sudden, he stopped moving. She opened her eyes in confusion. "Move!" she said, more demanding than she intended, tilting her hips up towards him.

He leaned forward, biting her earlobe gently before murmuring in her ear. "You know I love teasing you," he said. "Making you sob and moan and scream before I finally take my finger and…"

"Harry!" She covered his mouth with her hand to shut him up, but she could still see his grin in his eyes. He pushed deeper inside her again and she gasped. He was close, he could feel the rush of release coming, so he moved quickly. His hand went between them and he touched her clitoris lightly, just enough pressure to drive her wild. He knew her body so well, how she reacted to everything he did to her. It wasn't enough to send her into orgasm though.

She twisted underneath him, aching to get closer. She was so lost in sensation that she didn't even realise her own hand was going between her legs until Harry grabbed her wrist and stopped her. She whimpered with desperation. He thrust inside her again and again, his thumb toying with her slickness until she let out a high pitched cry, her body tense as a rush of ecstasy flowed through her. Before he knew it, Harry climaxed too, blood flowing hot through him, his teeth cutting into Ruth's shoulder.

He collapsed next to her and closed his eyes, trying to breathe normally again, his entire body exhausted but exhilarated too. He opened his eyes when he felt Ruth's fingertips stroking his chest. He smiled at her, then saw the teeth marks on her shoulder and felt a surge of guilt come over him. That would bruise by the morning.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Hm?"

"Your shoulder."

"Oh don't worry," she said with a shrug. "It doesn't hurt. Anyway, I hear bite marks are very fashionable these days." Harry laughed at that, pulling the covers over them both. He should probably feel worse about marking her than he did, but right now sleep was calling him. Ruth curled up around her stomach, and Harry curled up around her. It was an exceptionally comfortable way to sleep, even with the distant sound of New York traffic drifting up to their hotel room.

N is for New York.