This one is a little different but hope you like it anyway...
Dimitri and Beth were hurriedly typing away, trying to fill out their mountain of paperwork after their monstrous day. "Where the hell is Harry?" Dimitri said as the phone kept ringing and neither of them had the time to answer.
"Ruth's been here around the clock for days. She's exhausted and needs to go home. Harry's saying goodbye to her," Beth said.
"Its taking an awfully long time to get her a cab," Dimitri grumbled which resulted in a death glare from Beth.
"Do you not have a romantic bone in your body?" she asked. "They did wait nine years to be together." Dimitri fell silent, guessing that nothing he said would be construed in a positive light.
Harry kissed her passionately before stroking her hair softly. "I'll be home soon," he told her.
"Don't lie to me," she said with a smile. He kissed her hair once more before opening the door for her. He knew she'd get home safely because the cab driver was being paid treble to make sure everything was fine. Harry had also taken the taxi number just in case. He watched until Ruth had vanished from sight and then went back into Thames House to finish the office work.
Ruth unlocked the door and leant against the door with her eyes closed. It was the end of a hard day. Actually a hard week. She threw her keys on the table and opened the fridge hunting for something to eat that required no cooking. A ready made salad. Perfect, she said to herself as she kicked her shoes off and grabbed a fork. Her eyes were closed as she filled her stomach. She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten.
She opened her eyes as the door closed. She blinked several times and glanced at the clock. Three in the morning. She had fallen asleep right at the kitchen table.
"What are you doing still up?" Harry asked as he kissed the top of her head.
"Couldn't make it upstairs," she muttered. She got up and wrapped herself in Harry's arms. Comfort from the horrible day. They stayed that way, stood up together, letting the rest of the world fall away for long, long minutes. Her eyes were closed, her face leaning into his body, breathing in his wonderfully familiar scent.
"I'm glad you're here," she said. He was about to let her go when she shook her head forcefully. "Just keep holding me," she whispered. She didn't want him to ever let her go. He smiled and they both lost count of the minutes they stood there. But time didn't seem to matter. Not when they were both being comforted by each other.
H is for hold me. Thanks to Gertie247 for the suggestion. I coming soon...