Kiss Me: a fic about two characters kissing

This is finally the moment.

It's New Year's Eve and Harry knows that the time had come. He's wanted to kiss Ruth for years and he's finally decided that tonight is the night.

He wonders for most of the day about how to orchestrate a moment for them, but in the end, he doesn't need to. The Gods of fate must be on his side.

As it nears midnight, Adam suggests that the team decamps to the roof, to watch the fireworks over the city. Malcolm reminds him that someone needs to stay on The Grid in-case of an emergency alert. They draw lots and Harry gets the short straw. Not that he minds really, fireworks aren't really his thing. As everyone else makes their way through the pods and up to the roof, he returns to his office. A few moments later, he turns when he hears someone open the door. There stands Ruth, one of the bottles of champagne that Zaf had bought in her hands. He raises an eyebrow in question.

"You shouldn't ring in the new year alone," is all she says in reply, moving to his desk and pouring them both some champagne. As she pours, Harry switches on the TV in preparation for the countdown. The presenter is on the banks of the Thames, interviewing a handful of revellers.

"Are you sure you don't want to go with the others?" he asks. "I don't mind. Wouldn't be the first new year I've rung in on my own."

"And that's exactly why I'm staying. You work hard for us Harry, you're a good boss; a decent man and you don't deserve to be alone."

"Look," Harry points to the TV. "Ten seconds." He begins to countdown. "Nine, Eight, Seven-"

"Six, five, four," Ruth continues where Harry leaves off.

"Three, two, one," they both say, looking at each other. Big Ben chimes and people on the television begin cheering, but neither Harry or Ruth notice. Harry reaches for her and pulls her closer, his lips landing on the corner of her mouth.

"Happy New Year, Ruth," he whispers, and she turns her head and suddenly they're kissing, the champagne forgotten on the desk.

Harry's lips are soft and Ruth marvels at how they fit hers so well. Harry shifts and puts one arm around her. The other goes to her hair; his fingers threading through it as his tongue seeks entry into her mouth and their kiss deepens.

Having given into temptation, desire takes over and neither of them can get enough. Things quickly escalate. He moves suddenly, swiftly; walking her back to the nearest wall and pinning her there. He presses up against her, his body smothering hers. His chest crushes against her breasts and she can feel his arousal pressing into her stomach. Hard and insistent. Wanting.

She is breathing heavily and her hands snake round him and clutch at his back, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. She pulls it out of the waistband of his trousers and her fingers teased at his skin. He pulled back slightly and lifted his hands to the front of her blouse, fingering the buttons. The top one was half open when the pods opened and the team came bounding back onto the Grid, chatting loudly. Harry and Ruth spring apart and they manage to straighten their clothing just before Adam pops his head round the door to let them know that the team are back.

"Are they really needed Harry?" Ruth questions. "Why not let them go and celebrate… it's New Years Eve. I don't mind holding the fort; I can redflash them if something happens."

Harry is about to protest, when he realise that Ruth's suggestion would leave them alone together on the grid. "Oh, why not. No drinking though; just in-case," he warns.

Adam goes to give everyone the good news and, amid their joyful expressions of thanks, Ruth returns to her desk to keep up the pretence that she is staying behind to man The Grid. Once everyone is gone however, she returns to Harry's office.

"The Grid is empty," she informs him, a glint in her eye.

"It's a huge breach of protocol," he observes from his vantage point behind his desk.

"It is," Ruth replies, making her way around the office, deftly closing his blinds, just in-case, "but I'm sure it'll be worth it."

By this point she's stood in front of him and he pulls her down onto his lap. "Now then, where we before we were so rudely interrupted?"

"I can't quite remember," she teases, her breath grazing his skin as she dangles her arms around his neck.

"Ru-uth," he almost groans.

She pulls back to look at him, innocently. "Yes Harry?"

"Kiss me," he pleads.

With a smile, Ruth does just that.