The taxi stopped outside of Ruth's house and she looked at him. "Well, thank you. For punching Mace." She smiled slightly.
"I'm coming inside," he said. "I don't think you should be left alone after that."
"I'm not incapable," she said.
"No. You're not," he said. "In fact you're one of the most capable women I've ever known. But I'm insisting."
"Fine," she said, not really in the mood for arguing anyway. Harry paid the cab driver and they went up to Ruth's house, she unlocking the door. Once inside Ruth sat down on the sofa while Harry made them some tea. When he came back in, he had a tray with biscuits and Ruth smiled.
"Well, you never got your dinner I promised," he said, sitting next to her. "So I'm afraid all I can offer you is your own biscuits."
"But the company is as good as I could wish for," Ruth said with a smile. She took her mug of tea and started dipping the rich tea biscuits in it. "Thank you Harry."
"I don't deserve your thanks," he said. "If I hadn't brought you to that nest of vipers it would never have happened."
"True," she said. "But then you wouldn't now be sitting on my sofa would you?"
"If you don't want me here I can leave," he said.
"Just when I was valuing your company," she said. "Stay."
"I don't exactly want to go back to the dinner," he said. "I'm going to be honest with you," he said with a sigh. "I didn't have to go tonight."
"No?" she asked.
"No," he said. "It's easy enough to say the right things to get out of those annoyances. But, I wanted to spend the evening with you. I wanted to be away from Thames House. Act like normal people for once. I hadn't anticipated… what happened."
"No, neither had I," Ruth said. "But I'm pleased. That you wanted to spend time with me," she added in clarification. "Because I did too. I… like you Harry. As more than a colleague and boss. I… really like you Harry."
He said nothing as she leaned back on the sofa, staring at him. "Unless I've misread the signs?" she asked in his silence.
"No," he said firmly. "I'm just trying to control myself. Because after what happened tonight, I don't want to push you."
Ruth shrugged slightly and took a sip of her tea before putting it down. Then, much to his surprise and astonishment, she took his mug and put that down too, before swinging her leg over him and straddling him.
"Ruth, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice hoarse at the sudden turn of events.
"What I want to do," she said quietly. She leaned in for a kiss and Harry was powerless to resist. Even in spite of the circumstances, he was only human after all. He tightened his arms around her waist as he deepened the kiss. Her dress was so thin and he could feel the heat from her body through it. God she was so enticing.
"Ruth…"
"What?" she asked breathlessly, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright. Looking at her, he instinctively knew how much she wanted this. So he raised no objection.
"Nothing," he said. "Just wanted to look at you." She smiled and then kissed him again. This time he gripped her hard, his hands wrapping around her thighs. He knew if this continued he wouldn't be able to hold himself back. He tore his mouth away from the kiss, but that was a mistake. She kissed his neck, planting feather light kisses across his skin. Her fingers unbuttoned his shirt, kissing the hollow of his throat. Harry grabbed her wrists.
"Are you sure?" he asked as she was still.
"I've never been surer Harry."
"Good," he said fervently. "Because I'm not sure I can stop." She smiled eagerly at him, before kissing him again, her legs tightening around him. He pushed up the hem of her dress and skidded his hands across her pale skin. He felt his arousal spiking and knew that unless she said no, no power on earth would stop him now. She quickly undid his shirt from throat to waist and her hands started roaming inside the fabric. At the same time Harry had lifted his hands on her bare skin, underneath the dress, touching her back.
In an instant he had her dress on the floor. God she looked exquisite. Her pale skin almost shone and her full breasts were encased in a beautiful black bra. A bra that was meant to be seen, and her knickers matched he saw with a barely contained groan. "You are so so beautiful," he whispered.
She smiled at the compliment, knowing that that really was how he saw her. She reached between them and grasped his erection through the tented material of his trousers. He groaned into her neck as she started unbuckling his belt quickly. He marvelled at the new Ruth he was seeing. The confident one who wasn't afraid to get what she wanted. He could get used to this. He felt her hand wrapped around him, skin to skin and he threw his head back, eyes closed, trying to hold on to his self restraint.
"I want you Harry," she whispered in his ear, her voice hot in his ear.
He almost growled with need and desire as he pulled her knickers off. Ruth threw her head back as he plunged two fingers deep inside her. She was so wet for him and she moaned, her eyes closing. He curled his fingers inside her and she bucked towards him with a gasp. Without further preliminary he pushed himself inside her as she mewled quietly.
She felt so tight around him. Wet and hot and perfect. He kissed her fervently as she moved on top of him, setting the rhythm. He usually hated this position, but not with Ruth on top of him. It felt so right. She felt right.
"God Harry, you feel so good," she groaned as she pushed herself onto him. It didn't last long. Neither of them could hold out. Harry pushed her bra up and out of the way and pulled her nipples, not being gentle. "Oh!" She tightened her arms around him, moaning every time either one of them moved. Harry held her tightly, licking her neck as her moans became louder. Her climax was fast approaching and he brushed his thumb across her clitoris.
"Oh!" She came powerfully, pulling him into his own climax, pulsing hard inside her as they stilled together, her forehead against his shoulder.
"Mm," she murmured when words felt logical again.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"For what?" she asked, pulling her head back so she could look him in the eye.
"That, should have been in a bed," he said firmly. She squeezed her muscles around him and he groaned at the feeling.
"Maybe," she agreed. "But I enjoyed that. And anyway, we can always go up to bed for the main course… can't we?" She got up and clasped her flimsy dress to her nakedness, heading upstairs. Harry stared at her disappearance for a moment before he got up and followed her. He was only human after all.