A/N: Thanks for the lovely reviews. Made my day! Here's the next chapter. Don't own Spooks. Grrr!
The door shut. They look at each other with a quiet reverence. Exhausted and more than nervous she leads him to the living room, departing without a word to the kitchen for their drinks.
He slumps his back to the sofa and rubs his weary eyes. When she re-enters the room she's pleasantly greeted with the rumpled sight of him, his collar unbuttoned, arm across the top of the sofa just waiting to hold someone...her...she corrected, waiting to hold her. His shoes discarded, comfortable enough to know he wasn't going to leave; a small smile on his lips. Her heart speeds at the sight and she continues on into the room with her offering. He takes the wine from her hand and she feels the electricity from the mere brush of his fingers.
They sit in companionable silence. The days events not needing nor wanting to be brought about or thought of ever again if at all possible.
Here and now nothing is going to stop them from being together...
Apart from complete and utter exhaustion. But that isn't an obstacle. They are willing to forgo the physicalities for one more night...or morning. Truth be told they are both quite terrified at the prospect so it is a comfort to know nothing has to happen just yet.
His arm wraps around her small shoulder and he hugs her closer into his side. She places her head on his chest as she listens contentedly to his heartbeat. His fingers run through her hair relaxing her deeper still. Her fingers drawing shapes on his chest as they both are lulled to an exhausted sleep by the other.
A loud chime alerts him to the present. He looks at his watch. They had been asleep for a good hour. He stares down at her sleeping form and doesn't want to wake her looking so peaceful. He quietly says her name. She doesn't stir.
Again.
A soft hum comes from her throat as her eyebrows lift.
He smiles,'Come, let's get you to bed.'
He pulls her up to stand. Cradling her drowsy body against him.
They walk step by step up the stairs. She becomes more alert by the time they are to her room.
Yet she still stumbles away from him and sits on the bed staring not knowing what to do next.
He kneels down at her feet and silently begins to unzip her boots, tenderly sliding them off.
She grabs at the tie on her dress and pulls it through shrugging out if the garment.
He can't help but watch her undress. Her arm gets caught and he helps pull the material away from her shoulder. Smoothing his hand down her arm. Her gaze catches his as her exhaustion slips away to be replaced by pounding adrenaline in her veins.
She stands and the dress falls to the floor.
His gracious hands find the tops of her stockings pulling them down her legs all the while making sure to touch the length of her limbs along the way until she is clad only in her camisole and knickers. His eyes trail up her body, as well as his breath tickling her skin on his journey to a stand.
She lays a hand on his chest and starts to fiddle with his buttons.
'Ruth,' he caresses her name with his voice.
'Harry.'
So...should I leave it there? Or do you want to review and I'll post some more? ;)