So here it is- last part. Carrying straight on…

Chapter Four

"No. Please, don't. I don't want to run Harry. I don't want to push you away. I just… I've never met anyone who has acknowledged my weaknesses and yet, well, I don't know…"

"Loved you all the more for them?"

"Yes. Do you want to know why all of this… stuff has come out now? Why I brought this up today?"

"It was Bateman wasn't it?"

"How did you…"

"I can read you like a book Ruth. Ever since Lucas, or John, or… well in the last week, you've been removed. You've been thinking something over in that brilliant head of yours. I can see it in your eyes."

"You can?"

"Yes."

"Right. Well, when he took me, I told him… I told him that you had… well, about what you asked me in the graveyard… and… he told me I was wrong to say no. He told me to be selfish. To take what I want."

"And what do you want Ruth?"

"Well… that's just it…I knew what I wanted I just didn't know what you wanted? I just needed to… check."

"Well then, you'd better ask me."

"Ask you what?"

"Ask me what I want."

"What do you want Harry?"

"I want you. I want to hold your hand in mine. I want to run my fingers through your hair. I want to hold you close at night. I want to love you. I want to make love to you. I want to live with you. I want to marry you. I want… God! I want you, Ruth Evershed."

"Is that it?"

"Is that..? You want… something else?"

"Yes, Harry. I want something else. I…Where are you going?"

"You just said…"

"I want you to kiss me Harry."

"I'm sorry?"

"I want you to kiss me. Here. Now."

"You do?"

"Yes."

"Oh, God. Ruth. You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that again."

"Oh, believe me Harry. I do."

"Can I… can I do it again?"

"Harry. You don't have to ask."

"I should go… I don't want to seem… well, presumptuous"

"But you can't go yet!"

"And why might that be?"

"I haven't finished counting!"

"Hmm?"

"The flowers… I haven't finished counting them."

"Really? You want me to go through all the flowers now?"

"No. Not all of them. But the last flower… well that one I am interested in."

"Ahh! Why, Miss Evershed, I do believe you are blushing."

"Stop changing the subject, Harry. Eight. Flower number eight… what was your response to that?"

"Eight… Well… That was a bit of a problem. I mean, your omission to, how was it you put it, having inappropriate thoughts about me… well Ruth, that was nearly a deal breaker."

"Hmm… I seem to remember clarifying that they were vividly inappropriate."

"Is that so? Well, in that case, you had better show me how those vividly inappropriate thoughts play out in that beautiful imagination of yours."

"Hmm… So that's why you love me? It's all about the sex, isn't it?"

"Well, let's see… We've got about, oh! Another two days until we need to be back at work. How about I let you know then?"

"Two days! Why Sir Harry- I do believe that is something I will have to add to an ever growing list about you."

"I love you Ruth Evershed."

"And I love you, Harry Pearce."

Okay… so it got a bit sickly sweet at the end- but hey! There's just not enough fluff in the world of Spooks so I'm over compensating Hope you've enjoyed this story. Hopefully inspiration will strike again soon! Thank again to all of you wonderful readers and reviewers who make writing all that bit more worthwhile