A/N: M-rating
Ruth woke not to the incessant beeping of her alarm but instead to gentle touches against her face. She blinked and made a little sleepy noise of confusion. The room was dark, and it took her a moment to remember where she was.
The reason the room was dark was because she was not at home with the pathetic excuse for blinds on the window of her bedroom that let in the dawn. Rather, she was in Harry's bedroom where the window faced west and did not get the morning light, and his expensive curtains blocked it out anyway.
At the realization of where she was, Ruth rolled over to face her fiancé. It still was odd to think of him that way. She had her engagement ring on her finger, which helped remind her. And she was in Harry's bed, a very clear sign they were in fact engaged.
"Good morning," Harry whispered.
His face was very close to hers, and she forced her eyes to open just enough to see him smile at her. He had such a dear, sweet smile, and Harry didn't smile nearly enough. Though the same could be said for Ruth herself, of course. They made a good pair.
Once he was certain she was awake, Harry leaned in to kiss her. Gentle, soft kisses grew more passionate. Harry rolled Ruth onto her back and broke the kiss only to pull the shirt off her that he'd given her to wear when they went to bed the night before. He went back to kissing her, and his hand found its way inside her knickers just as his tongue found its way into her mouth.
Harry threw the bedsheets off them and trailed hot, wet kisses down her neck and over her breasts and across her belly. Ruth was left weak and panting. He pulled her knickers down and spread her legs. She could feel the grip of his strong hands around her thighs. And the feel of his hot breath over her increasingly sensitive skin was nearly enough to put her over the edge.
And then his tongue. God, Harry's mouth was unlike anything she'd ever known. His kiss was magic, but having those pouty lips of his caressing over her, sucking and licking and using all his honeytrap prowess to reduce her to a trembling mass of pleasure was more than she'd ever even contemplated.
Ruth's vision went black. She reached out to grasp something, anything. Her left hand found the pillow Harry had slept on. Her right hand ended up tightly gripping at his hair. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, but his grip on her thighs kept her in place as he continued to inflict his delicious torture on her.
She could hardly breathe. Her mouth was dry. Her whole body tightened and clenched and filled with such tension, Ruth thought she would fly apart. And then she shattered. The release was powerful and a sound Ruth had never knowingly made before was ripped from her throat. And then she was flying. She rode the wave of pleasure that pulsated through her.
Harry slowed, gently bringing her down from the high. Ruth twitched with aftershocks as he moved himself back up her body until he was back at eyelevel.
"You are magnificent," he whispered in awe.
Ruth's eyes blinked back open and saw the look of unadulterated adoration in his face. His dark eyes were shining with love, and his mouth was glossy from his attentions on her. Ruth herself did not yet have the power of speech, so she drunkenly reached up to put her arms around him to pull him in closer for another kiss. She whimpered to taste herself on his lips. It was quite possibly the most erotic thing she had ever experienced in all her life.
She could feel his hardness against her body, straining against the trunks he still wore. Ruth reached down to touch him through the material, and he jerked against her. He pulled away from her kiss to gasp.
He rolled away to undress himself. Ruth turned onto her side to face him. Harry went back to kissing her. She hiked her leg up over his hip, opening herself to him. One of his big, strong hands found its way to her bum, and he slipped inside her as he angled her hips properly. Harry began thrusting and moving Ruth along with him as they found their rhythm. Their kiss lost focus as they rocked against each other. Their pants and moans swirled together. They pressed together as close as they could. Harry sped up to chase his release, and Ruth felt herself on the edge again. He finished swiftly, slamming their bodies together hard and groaning with pleasure. Ruth fluttered around him, clutching him as though her life depended on it. Perhaps it did.
They continued to hold each other close as their pounding hearts slowed and their gasping breaths quieted. Eventually, Harry slipped out of her, and they both flopped onto their backs.
"What time is it?" Ruth asked. Her voice was hoarse first thing in the morning.
"Just gone six," Harry answered, fumbling at the nightstand for the clock.
Ruth felt herself start to laugh. Twelve hours ago, they'd ended their day on the Grid. Ruth had waited until Beth and Lucas had both left. Dimitri and Tariq were working on something and not paying attention, so Ruth slipped into Harry's office and asked if, after their little walk earlier in the day, if they could have dinner together. Of course Harry said yes.
She went to get takeout, and he had his driver take him home. Ruth arrived on his doorstep with a few cartons of Thai food. They had some wine and their chicken and rice and noodles in his kitchen, but not before Harry found the chain hidden in her blouse and removed her engagement to place it back on her finger.
They'd spent the evening talking and making plans for the weekend. Malcolm had agreed to come over for dinner on Saturday, so they discussed what they'd serve and how they'd tell him and predicting what his reaction might be. They didn't spare a single second to worry about work. But of course, the food and the wine were long gone by the time either of them realized how late it was. Harry gave Ruth an old Oxford tshirt to wear to bed. They took turns in the bathroom and curled up in bed together. Though the week had been uneventful since the drama of Abib and the EMP, they were both quite tired. After a few gentle kisses, they both fell asleep.
And now, a few short hours later, Harry had woken Ruth in quite possibly the best way she could ever imagine.
"You're spoiling me," she laughed.
"In what way?" he asked in return.
"No man has ever woken me up with mind-blowing sex."
Harry scoffed, "I find it hard to believe that no man has ever woken up with you in his bed and been unable to resist all your delights." He turned over and trailed his fingertips over her bare skin in illustration of his point.
"Not before six in the morning!"
He laughed at that and pulled her into his arms. "I rather think this a most gratifying way to wake up. I shall be looking for more opportunities to repeat it," he murmured, pressing kisses to her neck.
Ruth found herself feeling practically giddy. Multiple orgasms can have that effect. But it had been quite a long time since she'd started her day with sex. Actually, it was extremely rare in her experience. And it was quite nice. Well, better than just nice.
But as much as she wanted to stay in bed with Harry, she knew he'd been quite strategic in waking her so early. They'd gotten to enjoy themselves and now she had enough time to hurry home to get cleaned up and ready for work before they had to be back on the Grid.
"I've got to go," Ruth told him reluctantly.
"I know. You're welcome to shower here if it will make things easier. And I'd be happy to drive you home," he added.
"No, you've got your driver. I will shower here, actually, and then catch the Tube home. I can change my clothes and fix my hair. And that way we won't arrive at Thames House together," she reasoned.
Harry grunted in agreement. Ruth took that to mean that he didn't like that she was still concerned about people finding out that they were together. And it wasn't really that she was concerned, it was just that…well, maybe she was concerned.
Ruth put all that out of her mind as she forced herself out of Harry's arms and out of his bed. She showered quickly, and Harry took her place as soon as she was out, stealing a kiss as they crossed in the doorway. He was showered and shaved by the time she toweled her hair and got herself dressed.
The rest of the morning was rather rushed and harried as Ruth made her way home and got dressed and left again. Beth had already left for the day, and Ruth was grateful for it. But more than anything else, Ruth was in a marvelous mood. It really had been an incredibly good way to wake up, and Ruth couldn't recall ever having been in a better mood first thing in the day.
By the time Ruth made her way through the pods, it was eight o'clock, and the rest of the team were all hard at work. There was plenty to do. A junior analyst intercepted Ruth with a report before she even made it to her desk.
She put her bag down as she skimmed the page he'd handed her. Her eyes widened. "Harry!" she shouted.
A second later, Harry had rushed from his office to her side. "What is it?"
"The Nigerians have hired an assassin to kill Robert Westhouse."