This is the first draft so I apologise for any mistakes, but I know people are waiting for this chapter. Hope it doesn't disappoint.
Ruth slammed Harry's office door loudly as he looked up slightly shocked. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she asked in a hollow voice. "You told Chris that we're in a relationship? What the hell is wrong with you? What on earth did you think you'd possibly gain by doing that? He came over to apologise to me, for going after someone who was committed to another man, I have never been so humiliated in my entire life!"
Harry sighed, knowing this was going to be a long night. "Its bad enough that I don't have you for myself. That's your choice, and while I'm not happy with it, I respect you enough not to try and change your mind from what makes you happy. But having you fawning over someone…"
"I am not fawning over anyone," Ruth interrupted.
"…Fawning over someone else right in front of me, when you know how I feel about you… Someone who is my current enemy within these four walls who is spying on all of us is behaviour I would have thought beneath someone of your integrity."
"Even if I was interested in him, which I'm not, it would be none of your business at all. If I decided to have a string of careless one night stands with every man in the building it still wouldn't be any of your business. You have no right to tell me how to run my personal life!"
"So that's how little you think of me is it?" Harry asked, his anger starting to burn. "That you'd go after my colleagues just because you could."
"Don't try and make me feel guilty," Ruth countered, still furious at him. "You don't own me. My behaviour doesn't affect you one bit!"
"Do you have any idea how much I wish your behaviour didn't affect me?" Harry said, his voice starting to get louder. "How much I wish my heart didn't race at your sudden appearance? How much I wish the sharp ache in my chest when you look at me would fade into the background just for once? How totally jealous I feel when I see you with him? It does affect me, and I don't believe you aren't perceptive enough to realise it. You're too clever for that. How do you think I feel when he kisses you in front of everyone? Its hardly a secret how I feel in regards to you."
"I didn't ask him to do that, I don't want to be kissed by him." When she stopped she realised the emphasis she'd put on the word him. As if she wanted to be kissed by someone else. "It came as much of a shock to me as it did to you."
"I doubt that," Harry said grumbling.
"Harry, you have no claim on me, in spite of our shared history," Ruth said struggling to remain calm. "What makes you think otherwise?"
"Nothing," he said. "Believe me, your rejection burns my ears every hour of the day." The hurt in his voice at her actions pushed her over the edge and she found herself shouting again.
"You proposed to me at a funeral Harry! What exactly were you expecting? You didn't tell me how you felt, you didn't say a word about us, nothing romantic at all! You haven't even kissed me in over four years and you think this is a great basis for a marriage? No wonder your first one failed!"
"That's unfair," Harry said. "You say I don't tell you how I feel? I love you. That's how I feel. I always have and I can't change that." Ruth found herself breathing heavily at the admission. The first time he said that to her and it had been thrown in an argument. That was not what she had ever wanted. While she had been thinking about that she hadn't realised he'd approached her. He was suddenly much closer to her. His eyes were burning into hers, the connection between them almost visible.
"Do you really think so little of me?" Harry asked. "To come here shouting at me for a lie I said in the heat of the moment, a lie which I wish every second of the day was the truth. I didn't say it to hurt you, I said it because I snapped." A pause as they both stared at each other. "And one more thing I'd love you to be incorrect about," Harry said. "Is the fact I haven't kissed you in four years." He closed the small gap and set his lips on hers firmly. She could feel that he wasn't going to back away even if she pushed him because he wanted to prove a point. After a second she returned the kiss fervently, adoring the feel of his lips melding against hers. The way his tongue brushed against her lips, demanding entry. Willingly she opened her mouth to his as the kiss got deeper and the embrace carried more and more meaning. She found she couldn't breathe and she parted from him reluctantly to pull oxygen back into her lungs, before resuming the wonderful touch and kiss between them.