Ruth, Harry, Fidget. Set in an AU season 5.
The morning after is, surprisingly, neither awkward nor embarrassing.
Ruth wakes to find Harry watching her. "I don't think your cat likes me," he says.
She smiles. "You're in his spot."
"Well, he's going to have to find somewhere else to sleep from now on."
Harry slides closer then kisses her. Slow, gentle, full of promise. Ruth thinks she could get used to this.
Fingers skim her ribcages, his touch feather-light, but she squirms anyway. "Sorry. Ticklish."
Fidget jumps onto the pillow, demanding attention. Ruth begins to laugh; a moment later Harry joins in.
"Told you he didn't like me."