Right, so two chapters in quick succession. This one is nearer the M rating, but I think its okay.
Harry had just poured his first whisky of the night, mixed with water as a concession to his indulgence the night before when the doorbell rang. Immediately alert he remembered how many guns he had in the house and where each one was before remembering that a terrorist or kidnapper was unlikely to ring the doorbell. He looked through the spy hole and sighed, half with relief, half nervousness. Opening the door, he saw a very wet Ruth. Her hair was streaming with rainwater and she looked very bedraggled. Still gorgeous, but definitely bedraggled.
"Do you mind letting me in it's chucking it down," she said after he hadn't moved and had spent almost a full minute staring at her.
"Sorry," he said, moving aside to let her in. She stepped past him and brushed her wet hair out of her face. "I take it its raining?" he said, holding in a laugh which he knew she wouldn't appreciate.
"I hadn't noticed," she replied, fire in her eyes.
"So what brings you over here so late?" he asked.
"I wanted to talk to you," she said. "I wanted to see you."
"What was so important?" he asked, his heart racing slightly more than it should be.
"I've been trying to get my courage up all the way over here," she admitted. "I really wanted to do this." Very quickly she leaned towards him and pressed her lips to his. Almost instantly he reacted, a hand on the small of her back pulling her close as tongues explored each other. Tasting and delighting in each other. She pulled back after long minutes of heaven.
"What?" he asked quietly. "What's wrong?"
"I love you," she said quietly. "Nothings wrong. I just wanted to tell you." He wasn't able to form words and kissed her hard, making her gasp into his mouth. Her fingertips were playing lightly over his chest in a very teasing manner. He pushed her coat off of her and it landed with a thump on the floor. The noise seemed to bring him to his senses and he drew back from her. Looking at her, this didn't seem to be the wisest move. The rain had plastered her clothes tight to her skin and he ached to touch her. To feel her softness, to see her bare curves, to experience her body pressed against his, her moans of passion reverberating through his ears… but he thought he should slow down. He was almost positive this wasn't what she'd envisioned when she decided to come over tonight.
"I love you too," he whispered when he became aware that he hadn't said the words yet. "Always have."
"Good," she said with a relieved smile. "That's what I needed to hear. When you're sober," she added.
"I'm sorry about last night," he whispered against her lips, kissing her briefly. She looked at him intensely, as if reading the rather X rated thoughts he'd been having. She leaned closer and whispered in his ear. "Where's your bedroom?"
"Ruth…" he said in a voice cracked with emotion. "We shouldn't…"
"I think…" she started, more brazen than he could ever have imagined before tonight. "That we've waited quite long enough." Without thinking too much about it she undid the top two buttons on her blouse, her heavy breathing the only giveaway to her nervousness. He kissed her softly as they headed backwards towards the stairs. One of his hands gently rested against the swell of her breast and he knew that he couldn't stop now. The only thing on earth that would make him stop would be if she asked him to. But judging from her reaction, that was not going to happen.
"What are you doing?" she asked sleepily, her damp hair curling around her face as Harry got out of bed.
"I'm going to put your clothes on a radiator," he whispered into her ear. "That way they'll be dry come morning."
"You can be sweet Harry," she said with a smile. "Although if you're still thinking logically maybe I didn't do my job right." He glanced at her and saw that the worry she had was real. He instantly returned to her, pushing her body deep into the mattress and entwined his fingers with hers. His face hovering an inch away, he kissed her deeply, before tracing her jaw line with his lips and nibbling her earlobe.
"That was incredible," he growled. "And if I was twenty years younger, I'd already be gearing up for round two. As it is, I need a bit of a break before a repeat performance." Ruth giggled slightly, drunk on her happiness. Harry left her but she curled up on her side, holding the duvet close. It took perhaps five seconds for Scarlet to jump up on the bed next to her, growling at the intruder. Ruth held out her hand to the canine warily, who seemed to be judging her worthiness to occupy her masters house.
"Come on girl," Ruth said. "Are you going to like me?" Scarlet watched and gave half a bark before curling up next to Ruth and promptly falling asleep. "Some guard dog you are," Ruth said as she closed her own eyes. Which left Harry a rather pleasing sight to come back to bed to. Reluctantly he pushed the dog off of the bed to her basket. "Sorry old girl," he said to the dog. "But I want Ruth's attention tonight, not yours." Scarlet gave a little whine but didn't complain as she curled up on her dog blanket. Harry scooped Ruth against his chest and held her close, until he too slipped into sleep.