I haven't written anything for a while because I'm completely out of Harry and Ruth ideas sadly. On the other hand, here's some good old fashioned M rated smut. Enjoy.

Harry quietly unlocked the door, putting all the security back in place before taking his coat off. It was early in the morning, about two o'clock but he simply hadn't been able to stay away from Ruth for longer than completely necessary. So once the terrorists had been caught in Edinburgh and questioned, he took the first flight back to London, ignoring the lateness of the hour. Quietly going upstairs so as not to disturb her he pushed open their bedroom door and smiled, seeing her sleeping figure strewn across the bed diagonally so she was taking up most of the space. He kicked his shoes off before slowly leaning over her, being careful to make sure she still slept on.

Softly lifting her hair he kissed the back of her neck inhaling her scent only half forgotten over the past few weeks of being away. His kiss was so light it wasn't enough to rouse her. He held a lock of her dark hair between his fingers feeling its softness before letting it fall back into place. He put his nose into the crook of her neck and breathed in deeply, his fingertips skimming over her bare arm and gently entwining with her fingers. It was very tempting to keep this quiet exploration up for the remaining hours until dawn but the other option was waking her, and that was a very tempting one too. His hand snaked over her waist feeling her warm and desirable skin under the thin fabric of her vest top that she slept in, and that made up his mind for him. He kissed her cheek and whispered "Ruth" gently in her ear.

"Mm?" she said sleepily and turned over so he could see her face properly. He traced the contours of her face lightly and planted a kiss on her lips lightly. "Mm," she said again and he smiled, pushing the duvet down to her waist, eyes feasting on her even in the dim light. He kissed her again slightly longer and felt her gasp as awareness seemed to come back to her.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked as her eyelids fluttered open, a hand resting on his chest.

"I missed you," he said accurately as she smiled. He kissed her again, this time a long and passionate embrace as she was fully awake now. When he drew back for breath he got under the duvet next to her and felt her foot going up and down on his calf slowly. He planted a gentle kiss on her lips before something seemed to occur to her.

"Oh God," she said, her eyes wide.

"What?" he asked, holding her close, thumbs stroking her waist.

"I didn't think you were coming home for a few days yet so I haven't shaved my legs," she said with a slight blush on her cheeks.

"God, you think I care?" Harry said with an honest smile. She looked at him and seemed to accept that he was being truthful and closed the gap for a long kiss.

"I missed you too," she whispered when they parted.

"Good to hear," he replied. He moved his hand lower and pressed his fingers against her knickers making her moan quietly.

"Its been a lonely three weeks," she said in explanation of how keyed up she was so quickly.

"Believe me, I know," he said pushing against her with more pressure which resulted in her dropping her head to the pillows and closing her eyes. He slipped his hand inside her knickers, moving against her damp curls as she sighed. He kissed her neck as she arched her back, feeling the sensations he was creating run through her bloodstream like a drug. A drug she'd been denied for far too many days.

"Mm…" she said in a loud and passion filled voice. He could see her nipples getting hard through her top and used her free hand to touch them softly. "Harry please…" she moaned as he kept teasing her. He smiled and stroked her to the very edge. She cried out as ecstasy overcame her, muscles spasming as he gently held her. Looming over her he touched her lips with his softly. It was a long gentle kiss and she'd come back down to earth by the time they parted.

"You're wearing far too much," she whispered, her voice heavy and filled with desire as her hand traced his shirt buttons.

"I could say the same to you," he said with a smile. Knowing what he meant she obliged and took her top off, the only remaining item of clothing she wore and lay back down, allowing Harry's eyes to drink her in. He cupped her breasts firmly, relearning her body after so long apart. He lowered his head and sucked on one nipple as she moaned. Very reluctantly she rolled away from him.

"You've already done me," she said biting her lip almost nervously. "Its my turn." Her smiled bloomed into a more confident one as she straddled him, it becoming more annoying than ever before that he was almost fully dressed. She kissed him as his hands lazily drifted up through her tangled hair and down her bare back. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt and kissed every part of his chest as it was revealed. As he removed the remnants of his shirt she gasped. There was a large purple mottled bruise on his right shoulder, too big for her palm to cover completely.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Steve MacDonald," he said. "You know from the grid that he hit me."

"That's more than a punch," Ruth said accurately, her fingers gently skimming over it.

"I toned it down because I knew you'd worry," he said accurately.

"I don't like you lying to me," she said, the reproach in her voice very clear.

"I didn't lie to you," Harry said stroking her hair softly. "I said I'd been hit and I said I was fine. Which part of that is a lie? Now shut up and kiss me." She smiled and did just that, feeling a thrill when she felt his erection between her legs. Moving lower she kissed his stomach before unbuckling his belt and quickly stripping him. Without pausing to think she took his erection in her mouth and started working on him the way she knew he couldn't resist, tongue flicking over him seductively.

"Oh Christ, you have to stop," he said in a ragged breath as he felt his climax fast approaching. She didn't reply as her mouth was far too busy, but she entwined her fingers with his hand tightly as she continued. He groaned as he came powerfully. He couldn't resist her at the best of times but after so long apart… She kissed her way back up his chest and rested her head on his uninjured shoulder as he stroked her hair, still breathless.

"Its going to take a while if you want anything else," he said, kissing the top of her head.

"You're safe and home," she said. "That's all I wanted." He appreciated the sentiment and closed his eyes heavily. "But I seem to remember I have very effective methods of persuasion," she teased, biting his earlobe as her voice reverberated through him. A half smile formed on his face as he felt slight stirrings of passion once more. Just the thought of being inside her incredible warmth for the first time in weeks was enough to make him hard again. Especially as her fingertips had started trailing over him. "That was bloody quick," she whispered into his neck as her fingers moved to trace random patterns on his chest, her leg draped over his.

"Yes well you do something to me," Harry said kissing her head. She didn't wait any longer, she straddled him again, stroked his penis a couple of times and then lowered herself onto him, making them both groan loudly. Her breathing was erratic and she gasped at the feeling when she rolled her hips closer to him. She leaned over him and they kissed passionately, with a desperate need that could not be put into words. Ruth gasped in surprise as he flipped them over. She smiled as he loomed over her, but her smile turned into a moan as Harry thrust into her hard. She'd forgotten quite how exquisite this felt and she arched her back as he moved inside her again.

"Oh God Harry…" she whispered unable to control herself. Her legs were tight around him and she could feel another climax fast approaching. He kissed her neck as her muscles clenched and she cried out under him. He came a few seconds later with a moan. He collapsed next to her, a mess of tangled sweaty limbs. She half smiled when she felt him kiss her lips.

"Welcome home."