Will he, won't he?
"…. yes" Ruth nods as the ever familiar 'swoosh' of a pod opening breaks the silence and Malcolm appears on The Grid. After greeting everyone he turns to view the scene in Harry's office with a quizzical, yet hopeful look.
Inside Harry's office, Harry, still clutching Ruth's hand smiles when he sees Malcolm, raises his eyes to Ruth, let's go of her hand and determinedly tells the DG to vacant HIS chair.
"nice of you to keep it warm for me but I think I'll be sitting down now"
"Thank you Harry" replies the DG with a look of utter relief on his face
As the DG leaves, Malcolm enters and after acknowledging the new closeness between Harry and Ruth hugs them both in turn.
"About bloody time you two!" he smirks
Ruth moves round to the other side of Harry's desk and welcoming his embrace sits on his lap.
"I am Ruth Evershed, I am a stubborn mule" jokes Ruth, as if she is at an AA meeting.
"Quos amor vers tenuit tenebit" muses Malcolm
"Those whom true love has held, it will go on holding" replies Harry
"Hey, did you see my postcard?" a surprised Ruth quizzes Malcolm
"I may have given it a cursory glance when I was in Harry's office a few years back" says Malcolm sheepishly
"I thought you put it in my file Harry?"
"I did, eventually…." He replies playfully squeezing her.
"Well, I shall leave you two lovebirds to it… I had better go and introduce myself to?"
"Tariq" replies Harry
"Tariq, right" notes Malcolm
"Oh Malcolm, before you go…." Ruth lifts her left hand and flashes her engagement ring in the air
"Oh, such happiness. Congratulations." beams Malcolm from the door
"Best man?" asks Harry
"Of course" Malcolm responds, with a lump in his throat
"Well, we'd better go and tell the rest" suggests Ruth as she gets ready to leave the warmth of his lap
"Not so fast Miss Evershed" he says grabbing her and sitting her on the edge of his desk, her back to the watchful eyes of her team.
"Shouldn't we shut the blinds?"
"Don't want to break the moment" he replies as he nuzzles in, planting little, tingly kisses all over her neck.
Ruth remembers all the times she sat out at her desk wanting this very thing. To be here in this office (with the blinds closed!) kissing Harry, on his desk!"
"Harry" Ruth murmurs, "let me just….."
Ruth breaks away seductively and crosses to the blinds as a sexily stern Harry looks on, wanting her. The look in his eyes!
With one swoop of his muscly arm the entire contents of his desk are on the floor and on his face the biggest boyish grin he can muster.
I got a feeling it's going to get VERY fluffy soon!