Ruth woke up, her face pressed into the mattress. She turned slightly and rubbed her face with her eyes screwed shut tightly. She breathed in deeply and could smell Harry everywhere. Vague and disjointed flashes of the night before came back to her as she lay with her eyes closed. Harry pinning her to the wall of his office, his lips attacking every inch of her skin. Her legs around his waist as clothes scattered all over the floor. Panting and desire filled moans from them both as the tension of years, the heat and anger of their argument was dissolved in one passionate outburst. Her insistence that, yes, she did want to go home with him. Clothes flying everywhere for a second time. Her body pressed against his, him pushing her down into the mattress as skin lit skin with electricity. Kisses burned each other to the core, drawing sighs from him and quiet moans from her. When parted for the second time, his body covering hers, making her feel protected, even as they slipped into sleep in unison.

"Finally back in the land of the living are you?" his voice said, whispering through the layers of memory flitting in her mind.

"Mm?" she replied squinting across the bed at Harry. She now felt his hand resting on the base of her spine and enjoyed his warmth for a few long seconds. "I want you to know, this is not why I came back to the grid last night."

"No, you came to yell and shout at me," Harry reminded her.

"I was frustrated and upset and you manage to wind me up so easily," she replied.

"Its okay," he said. "If I had realised that making you shout at me had such an amorous effect on you, I should have made you angry a long time ago."

"Harry…"

"I'm kidding," he said softly. In the space between sentences he kissed her lightly, lips caressing lips in the warm cocoon their bodies made together, wrapped in the duvet. "Last night was amazing. And it had taken us far too long to get there. To get here."

"Yes it did, far too long," she agreed with half a smile. "I think I had half a point though. You can't act like you own me, now that we're together. You have to trust me."

"I do trust you," he murmured. "Seeing him with you… How would you feel if our positions were reversed?"

"Okay, I wouldn't like it and I'd be… furious actually," she admitted. He laughed and ran a hand down the length of her back, then went back up, slowly and sensually tracing the bones of her spine. Once his fingers reached her neck he pulled her in for a long slow kiss. "I love how you touch me," she admitted, blushing slightly.

"Trust you to be embarrassed by saying that after the last ten hours we've shared." She rolled over onto her back and decided it was time to wake up properly. Rubbing her face she felt warmth flood into her body as Harry put a hand on her stomach. He was inching lower and lower until Ruth pushed his hand away.

"I really don't think we have time for that."

"Mm," he agreed pressing a kiss to her collarbone. "Shame, though. I seem to remember you making very erotic noises when I did this." She bit down on her lip in a successful effort to stay silent. She rolled away from him and got dressed in yesterdays now very rumpled clothes as Harry watched her.

"You can't be going to work in that," he said indicating the creases.

"I have a spare change of clothes at work," Ruth said walking through to the bathroom trying to sort her hair out. "With my coat on, no one will notice until I get changed."

"Too damn practical," Harry cursed silently. "I'd planned on spending another hour or two with you in bed and turning up late."

"Hmm, and what would Chris report to your boss about that?" Ruth asked catching his eyes in the mirror. "My boss seems susceptible to my many charms, I doubt yours would be."

"Why are you always right?" Harry asked rhetorically as he got out of bed and started to get dressed. He didn't see the way Ruth studied his body before material was drawn over him. He didn't see the flush of her cheeks and the sparkle of her eyes as she looked up and down his chest. If he had, they would have been much later to work that morning, and damn the consequences to anyone or anything else.