A short nice and fluffy chapter to make up for being so mean to HR in Ill. This is the first draft so I apologise for all mistakes. Please review!
Ruth was in the shower letting the hot water run over her skin. She didn't think she had ever been so relaxed this early in the morning. Eventually she switched the water off and immediately heard her doorbell ringing insistently. Ruth stepped out of the shower and quickly wrapped a towel around her and ran downstairs to the door. She opened it and was shocked to see Harry standing there. She saw his eyes focus on what she was wearing, or rather not wearing before his gentlemanly like behaviour kicked in and he focused on her face. Which he personally felt wasn't that much better because he couldn't tear his eyes away from the water droplets on her face and her wet hair curling around her ears delightfully.
"You better come in," Ruth said moving aside and letting him in to her house. He walked past her and she shut the door before any of her nosey neighbours started paying attention to her.
"So why are you here?" Ruth asked as she sat down carefully. "Did you want me?"
God you have no idea how badly I want you, Harry thought to himself but luckily he didn't say it, sitting down opposite her. "There's a problem with your Russian intelligence yesterday."
"No there isn't," she said with surety. She knew damn well it was perfectly fine.
"Okay, not really but you have thrown up some terror suspects so I thought I could give you a lift in to Thames house. Once you're dressed, obviously." Ruth could see his face tinged slightly red and decided to have a little fun with him.
"Oh, are you not appreciating the view then?" Ruth said with a raised eyebrow. She was pleased to see that Harry's eyes dropped to her legs before he regained control of himself.
"Trust me, I love the view but I daresay you'll be a bit of a distracting presence on the grid dressed like that," Harry replied.
"I thought you liked being distracted by me," Ruth said with an evil glint in her eye.
"Shut up and get dressed," Harry added, unable to take a teasing Ruth for much longer.
"If you insist," Ruth replied. She got up from her chair and turned to go upstairs. What she didn't realise was as she was walking away Harry's eyes were memorising the freckles on her back. Every single one of them.
"Ruth?" Harry said just before she disappeared. She turned and faced him with a curious look on her face. Harry didn't say anything else, he put a hand around her towel covered waist and pulled her in for a breathtaking kiss. She didn't resist for even a second. He deepened the kiss after a moment, knowing that she wanted this just as much as he did. Ruth gasped as Harry's hand tightened in the tangles of her wet hair. She suddenly felt incredibly vulnerable wearing nothing but a towel, whereas Harry was fully dressed. She pulled away from him and he looked confused.
"I feel somewhat at a disadvantage," she said breathlessly. Harry looked at her as his fingertips trailed across her collarbone in a searing touch. Then his fingertips drifted lower. Ruth caught his hand with her own. "Not like this," she said in a seductive whisper. "I am going to get dressed."
"Spoilsport," he called after her. She smiled but reached the relative sanctuary of her bedroom and started to get dressed. But before she did she had a momentary thought. She picked out the one set of black underwear that she owned. She never wore it because she never saw the need. The knickers were made of a gorgeous black silk as were the bra straps. But the cups were a thin black lace. She decided she would wear them today. Just in case.