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Ruth had only just slipped into the hot water when she heard the door open and shut. She smiled to herself because that hadn't taken Harry long at all. Within another minute he appeared in the bathroom, with a smouldering look in his eyes, jacket, shoes and socks already gone. For a moment she was distracted by his bare feet on the bathroom floor before her eyes returned to his face and she smiled at him. He didn't say a word, his hands going to his tie hurriedly pulling it off.
"Wait," she said. His hands stopped and he looked at her questioningly. "I want… Can you… get undressed slowly?" she asked, biting her lip. He gave her a slight smirk and he did what she asked. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, watching her as her eyes focused on his body. He privately marvelled that she looked at him like that. With such lust and desire. He didn't understand it, not over his battered bruised body. The shirt fell to the floor and Ruth sighed to herself. He stilled until she looked in his eyes. Keeping eye contact, he unbuckled his belt noting that Ruth's breathing was becoming heavier and heavier. She sat up, leaving her wet breasts visible and he groaned, already hard.
"Harry, come here," she said softly. "I need you." He bent over the tub and kissed her sensually, her wet hands cradling his face. "Get in."
"I want this slow," he said. "As slow as I can manage." She smiled as he stripped completely and got in the tub. Ruth was momentarily grateful for Harry's large bathtub as he loomed over her.
He hissed as he got into the water. Ruth typically liked much hotter baths than he did and it was slightly uncomfortable at first. He kissed her deeply as she wrapped her legs around him, needing to touch him everywhere she possibly could.
With one arm on the bathtub for balance, his other hand crept between her thighs and started stroking her. He knew exactly how she liked it and he pushed a finger inside her, thumb teasing her clitoris gently. Soon she was gasping for breath and writhing underneath him for more stimulation. He kissed her and took his hand away as she moaned into his mouth.
"Not yet. I want you begging for it," he murmured. "Desperate for me."
"I am," she said, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
"No, I don't think so," he said. "Not yet." He kept teasing her, but stopping before she could climax. By the third time, she was almost beyond words. Simply whimpering and saying "please." She'd lost the ability to think of anything beyond Harry, his hands, his body, which was exactly what he wanted.
"Wrap your legs around me," he said. She did, her hands resting on his back. He thrust into her quickly and she cried out.
"…Harry…" she moaned, feeling him stretch her deliciously.
"I love you," Harry said, kissing her again. She didn't take her eyes off of his as he moved within her. It was quite possibly the most intense and intimate time they'd ever made love because they didn't break eye contact once. There was no hiding from each other, no words needed, just the connection between their bodies. Ruth was getting close and she panted and moaned.
"Let go," he said, a hand against her cheek. She did, crying out with her climax. His was only a few moments behind and pleasure sparked through both of their bodies. Ruth sighed as Harry almost collapsed on top of her.
"You're squashing me," she said.
"Sorry," he said, shifting his weight slightly.
"Normally I don't mind, but the bathtub isn't exactly forgiving.
"Mm," he agreed. "I think another round might just finish my knees off." She laughed and he smiled at her.
"I love hearing you happy," he said, brushing her wet hair off of her face. She smiled again.
"We should move," she said.
"Yes." Harry shifted and moved out of the bath. She watched as he dried himself, enjoying the sight of his body.
"Getting out?" he asked.
She stood up, and for a moment or two she enjoyed Harry's gaze on her body. The way he looked on her with such desire always made her feel self conscious after too long. She wrapped a towel around herself and kissed Harry gently.
A few days later.
Late at night, Ruth's phone buzzed with an alarm. Groaning, she rolled over in bed and looked at her phone. "Someone's breaking into my house," she said, quite casually.
"What?" Harry asked, blinking awake. "I'll call back up."
"No," she said. "Last time the alarm went off, next doors cat had jumped through my kitchen window to escape from the rain. I'll just go and check. There's nothing there to steal anyway. All of my things are here."
This was true but Harry shook his head. "You're not going on your own."
"Fine." They got dressed hurriedly in silence and Harry grabbed his car keys as they left.
"You realise you're overreacting," Ruth said as they drove. "It's probably nothing."
"No such thing as overreacting when your safety's involved."
"I really should put that house on the market anyway," she said. "It's just sitting there."
"You want to do that?" Harry asked in a carefully controlled tone of voice.
"Why wouldn't I?" she asked.
"Well…" he tailed off, concentrating as he turned right. "I thought you might be keeping that house as a safety net. In case we… us… don't work."
"No," she said. "I just haven't found the time. It's not that Harry. I trust you." She put her palm on his thigh in reassurance. He gave her a brief smile before pulling up in front of her house. The windows were dark and the house still standing, looking like nothing was amiss.
"I'll be back in five minutes," she said.
"Ruth, I can't let you go in there alone," he said.
"Fine." They got out of the car and she unlocked her front door, being careful with Harry directly behind her.
"I like what you've done with the place, Ruth," a female voice came from her living room. Without another word, Harry turned the light on. Ruth relaxed, seeing Angela Wells sitting on her arm chair (which she'd left at her house because Harry didn't need any more furniture).
"Harry, wait in the car," Ruth said quietly.
"Ruth…"
"It's fine," she said. "Please, Harry." He didn't say another word, but left her house.
"What are you doing here?" Ruth asked.
"Have you been robbed?" Angela said, looking around the obviously empty room.
"I don't really… live here any more," Ruth said.
"Oh, with Harry now are you?"
"Why do you say that?"
"Oh, come on," Angela said. "You expect me to believe that he'd go around to just any member of his team after one in the morning? You used to be intelligent Ruth."
"Fine," Ruth said. "Yes. Why are you here?"
"I wanted to talk to you about something. Something involving Harry, actually. Have you got a microdot reader?"
"I haven't got milk in the fridge, you think I've got a microdot reader?" Ruth asked.
"Okay. Well, blow this up when you have access to one. Then tell me what you think." Angela fiddled with one of her teeth and handed Ruth a tiny microfiche document.
"Why is that hidden in your tooth?" Ruth asked.
"I didn't want to be caught having it," she said. "Once you read it, you'll understand why."
"Angela, I can't help you," Ruth said.
"It might give you a different opinion of the man you're sleeping with." Ruth shook her head and attempted to hand the document back. Angela wouldn't take it.
"I'm not going to do anything to incriminate him."
"In love, are we?" Angela said, very condescendingly. "I remember that."
"This is about Peter, isn't it?" Ruth shook her head and proffered the microfiche again.
"Keep it," Angela said. "I know you and sooner or later curiosity is going to get the better of you. And you'll look." Ruth bit the inside of her cheek because she knew Angela was probably right. Even if she just wanted to know if Harry was being framed for something, she'd still look. She clenched her fist around the tiny "proof" Angela had given her. Of what, she had no idea.
"I should go," Angela said. "Do call me if you want to meet again." Angela left her house and Ruth sighed, thinking of what an earth to do with the microfiche document. She didn't want to lose it, but she also wasn't sure that she wanted to advertise to Harry that Angela had given it to her. There were no envelopes in her house to put it in and she was at a loss of what to do with it. She didn't even have her handbag with her, only her keys. With a sigh, she settled for putting it in her shoe, thinking she'd sort it out when she got home. Not the safest place but it would have to do.
"What did Angela want?" Harry asked as she got in the car.
"Nothing," Ruth said firmly.
"Oh." Harry knew she was lying but also didn't want to press her.
"It's… the anniversary of Peter's death." It was, though it hadn't exactly been mentioned.
"Ah," Harry said. "I didn't realise."
"To be honest, neither did I," she said. "I'd forgotten all about him."
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Fine." Harry didn't believe her, and she knew it too, but neither said anything as he drove off, back home.
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