Chapter Two of "Wanting What I Shouldn't Want"
A/N: And in the first chappie, I meant to say 3.07 spoilers! So sorry!
DISCLAIMER: I own them...I own it all...Ruth and Harry are happily married and they live in a cottage in the Scottish countryside where they have 2 little kids running around... AND THEN I WAKE UP... Aw darn, don't own it... The BBC and Kudos own Ruth and Harry and their wonderful world.
"Thank you Harry..." Ruth's words were quite slurred and she ended up passing out right there on the chair. Her upper body swayed forward and her head hit the bar counter with a loud clunk. He tapped her shoulder to try and wake her, but she didn't move at all. She had consumed enough whiskey to knock out everybody on the first, second and third floors of Thames House judging from all the empty glasses on the bar. "Anything for you Ruth." He uttered more to himself. Now he had a problem. What was he supposed to do with her? Ruth was clearly unfit to go home by herself, and if he left her there, she'd have a hell of a hangover to deal with in the morning and would most likely be late to work. And the guilt would eat at him if he left her anyway, so Harry decided to take her home himself.
It wasn't hard to find a cab, he had the barman call for one, the challenge was getting Ruth into the cab. He took her purse and carefully lifted her so that he could carry her like a sleeping princess. (A/N: For lack of a better description!) The cab driver helped him place her on the backseat and he told the driver where she lived. Harry sat next to her on the backseat and held her close to him. Ruth's head rested on his shoulder and he cursed himself when his heart beat quickened because of their proximity, even if she wasn't conscious.
Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the house. Harry had gone through her bag for her keys and felt slightly guilty for having to go through her things, even though finding her key was mandatory. He gave the cabby some money (his money of course) and stepped out of the cab so he could lift Ruth out of the seat with less difficulty. The cab drove away and Harry turned to walk up to the front door with Ruth in his arms.
He unlocked the door with one hand and pushed it open with his foot. It was dark inside, but he could make out the silhouettes of the furniture. Harry carefully stepped in, turning as he went through the door so Ruth's head wouldn't bang into the frame. He walked down the hall sideways and up the stairs where he assumed the bedroom would be. He opened the first door to his right. It was the bathroom. He tried the door next to it and turned on the light.
It was indeed the bedroom. Harry approached the bed. The room was very Ruth-like. Shelves on the walls were filled with books and the walls were painted a light blue, the same color as her eyes. Her bed was queen sized with a canopy and translucent curtains.
He pulled the curtains back and set Ruth gently on the bed. He removed her coat and her shoes so she would be more comfortable, then he covered her with the comforter. Harry sat on the edge of the bed, allowing himself to indulge in the pleasure of gazing at her tranquil face. He even allowed himself to gently caress her left cheek with the back of his hand. He froze suddenly when she began to stir.
TBC... A/N: and that was Part 2! Click on the purply blue button to leave a review! Part 3 will be up soon.