This chapter is heading towards an M rating.

It was Saturday morning and the day dawned clear, cold and fresh. Ruth looked out of her window, admiring the city. It wasn't raining today, so that was good and she liked to watch Kyoto come to life. She lived near the top of the building, so she could see far and wide, and at the moment the trees were a mix of beautiful red, vivid oranges and stunning golds as the leaves turned. She would rather be in London, but as she wasn't, this wasn't a half bad place to spend her time. In fact it was a beautiful country to live in. The bells tolled lowly at a temple to her right and she smiled. The world was waking up.

Ruth got up and made herself some (hard to get hold of) English breakfast tea. It was so hard to find tea that wasn't green in Japan. Not that she disliked green tea, but it got repetitive after a while. She had just sat down on the window seat when there was a knock on her door. Ruth froze. The only person she ever had visiting her was Alex, but she was in Florida right now.

She got up warily, and opened the door a crack, still with the chain on. She gasped and fumbled at the chain, trying to remove it as quickly as she could. Then she opened the door to see Harry standing there, a suitcase by his feet. She ran her eyes over his face, now shockingly real and for almost a full minute she didn't move, drinking him in.

"You're here?" she whispered.

"I'm here." She smiled slightly at him. "You changed your hair back," he said softly. He reached out and stroked her short dark hair, now growing back a little.

"Well, after I last saw you, it felt right," she said. "Oh God, you're here." She leaned forward, against him and he wrapped his arms around her tightly, stroking her back, revelling in being able to touch her. She reached for him, unbuttoning his shirt so she could kiss his throat gently. He gasped at the caress of her lips and stroked her hair gently.

"Maybe not on your doorstep," he murmured.

"Maybe not," she agreed. Moving aside so he could come in, he closed the door behind him, and put the chain on. Almost before he could turn to face her, she was kissing him, her lips insistent against his. It only took a second of two for him to react, by which time she was pushing her body against his, pushing him into the door.

He moaned into her mouth as he wrapped his arms tight around her. He pushed her blouse up, his hands following the curve of her spine higher. Ruth smiled at him as she unbuttoned his shirt, her palm stroking him sensually. He just stood there as she stroked him and then started kissing his chest, open mouthed, tongue flicking against him. He tangled his fingers in her hair as she kept kissing him delightfully. She sucked his nipple and he moaned, feeling a jolt of desire run straight to his groin.

"In case it comes up later, I didn't come here for sex."

"Fine," she agreed breathlessly, pulling his jacket and shirt from his body simultaneously. She needed him, badly, and it felt like years since she'd seen him, not months. He reached for her, his hands on her bum, squeezing and pulling her tight against his pelvis. She could feel his erection through the clothes between them. God, he felt good.

"Bedroom?" he asked breathlessly. She smiled happily, and her eyes darted to the left in indication. He grinned and kissed her deeply, pushing her towards the bedroom. There'd be time to talk later.

Ruth groaned as she opened her eyes, feeling sore all over. It felt as if the imprint of Harry's touch and mouth was still all over her skin, every inch of her body. Her legs were hanging off the low Japanese style mattress, her feet skimming the floor. She found her head resting on Harry's hip, presenting her with a delightful view of Harry's genitals, now soft. She sighed and reached for him, cupping him gently.

"Oh. Mm…"

"You're awake then," she murmured.

"If I wasn't before, I am now," he said lazily. She squeezed a little. "Ooh…" She laughed and let go as his hand drifted down to stroke her hair. He kept going and she found it very relaxing.

"I think you have a fetish with my hair."

"No," he said, stroking lightly. "It's just… you've always got dark hair in my fantasies and dreams."

"You have fantasies about me?" she asked quietly.

"Most nights," he admitted. "When I'm sleepless and wanting you."

"I'm flattered," she said with a wide smile.

"Do you ever dream of me?"

"No," she said. "I don't remember my dreams, or very rarely. But do I fantasise about you? Absolutely." She stroked his stomach gently. "Of course I do Harry. After all, we had such a brief time together, there was plenty of room for me to imagine."

"Oh really? What kind of things do you want to do to me then?"

"Next time you're hard, I'll show you," she said, teasing lightly. She sighed and shuffled up the bed so she could face him.

"Tell me one of your fantasies," he wheedled, stroking her hair away from her face. "Go on."

"Mm, lets see…" she ran her fingers over his face, very softly, her lips twitching as she thought of something. "I guess… one of my fantasies is to wake you up with my mouth around your cock. I haven't tasted you yet."

Harry groaned loudly at the erotic image those words produced and she laughed happily. "Oh, you can wake me up like that any time you want to."

"Oh you'd like that, would you?"

"I might just lose my mind," he said. The light teasing faded in the quiet, and he wrapped an arm around her, bringing her in for a gentle kiss.

"It's so good to see you, Ruth."

"Mm," she replied. "Otherwise that enthusiastic greeting was out of place." He chuckled in her ear gently. "So why are you here?"

"Well, I have news," he said, stroking her softly and looking into her blue eyes. "I have your British passport and your freedom."

"Don't wind me up Harry," she said quietly.

"I'm not," he said. "You're free. It's…" He couldn't finish his sentence because she kissed him, deeply, then promptly burst into tears. He held her while she cried, and he knew it was simply relief. He stroked her and kissed her hair gently while she cried out her emotions.

"I'm free?"

"Yes," he said, smiling at her and gently wiping the tears from her face. "The passport was easy to arrange actually, it was avoiding the crime which was difficult. You need to thank Malcolm for that."

"I will when I see him," she said. "And I'll see him soon."

"You're coming back to London then?"

"Mm," she said with a smile. "When are you flying back?"

"Er… in five days," he said. "I'm not expecting you to come with me."

"Good," she said. "I can't tie things off that quickly."

"I wasn't expecting you to," he said. Then he spoke again, before she could stop him. "I love you."

She smiled at him, and leaned forward. She sucked his bottom lip delicately before replying. "I love you too."

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