"How is it going to work on the Grid though, Harry?"

They're in the living room again, both of them needing some time to digest their food. It was so good that they're really rather stuffed.

"We continue to do our job like always, Ruth. Nothing needs to change and it's nobody's business what we do in our own time."

"Do you think they'll figure it out?" she asks worriedly.

"The team?"

She nods.

"Not if we're careful." He hesitates, then asks, "Would it be so bad if they did?"

"Yes," she admits. "You're my boss, Harry. It would change everything for me. You must see that." He looks thoughtful and perhaps a little worried, so she hastens to add, "I do want this. I just want to keep it between us for now. Keep it a secret."

"Of course," he smiles. "Isn't that what we're meant to be good at?"

His eyes twinkle at her and she realises he's using the same words she'd said to him just a few weeks ago.

I love you.

"I know something else we're rather good at too," she replies, moving closer. She takes the whisky glass from his hand and places it on the side table before straddling his legs, her hands threading through his hair to cradle his head as he tilts it back, looking up at her face, a small smile on his lips.

"What's that, Ruth?" he asks rather huskily, his hands gliding up her thighs and round her buttocks, stroking her slowly, sensually.

"Kissing." She leans in and captures his lips with hers, softly at first, sampling the delights of his lips, then his mouth.

"Just kissing?" he asks when they come up for air.

"No," she smiles, forehead resting against his to catch her breath, "but we have to go slow and you have to be gentle. I'm still rather full from dinner and a little sore from yesterday."

"Hmmm," he hums, his hands moving to gently cup her breasts. "I can do slow... and gentle. I'm sorry though... if I hurt you."

"You didn't. I was fine last night. Better than fine actually." She smiles, looking into his gorgeous eyes. "But before last night I hadn't had sex in two years, so..." She leans in to kiss him again.

"You should have said," he murmurs. "I'd have..."

"What?" she leans back, lifting her eyebrows. "Insisted we only do it once?"

He grins. "You're right. Perhaps only three times instead of four? And if I hadn't woken you in the middle of the night, you might have been able to keep your eyes open during the briefing."

"Cheeky sod!"

As punishment, she kisses him again. Hard.