Okay, for this one imagine HR are not together. That being said, enjoy!
"No I'm afraid Harry isn't here right now," Ruth said for the fifteenth time that morning. "Of course I can take a message," she said with a hint of sarcasm coming across the phone line. By the time she disconnected the call she was furious.
"Dimitri, please tell me Harry's coming back here soon," Ruth called across the grid.
"You know where he is better than I do," he countered. Normally she'd easily concede he was right, but she was not in a rational mood.
"Yes fine, but I've called him four times to come back here and each time it goes through to answer phone. If I didn't know better, I'd say he's avoiding me," Ruth said. Dimitri swallowed his laugh because he could see that she was serious.
"He'll be caught up in a meeting," Dimitri reassured her. "You know what they're like in Whitehall."
"Mm," Ruth agreed. Her phone started to ring and she stared at it with a strong suspicion that the caller would be looking for Harry. Just when did I get demoted to a secretary? Ruth thought to herself as she picked up the phone. She was right. It was someone else for Harry.
Half an hour later Harry came back onto the grid and went into his office. Ruth picked up the messages she had taken and walked purposefully to speak to him.
"Ruth," Harry said in greeting.
"Just a quick question," Ruth said trying to keep her anger in check. "Did you have business cards sent out to say, if you can't reach me please call Ruth Evershed at Thames house? She has absolutely nothing better to do than take messages for Harry Pearce!"
"You're upset," he said briefly.
"Harry, I'm not your private secretary," she told him taking a seat once her anger burnt out a little. "Believe it or not I have more constructive things to do with my time than take your messages."
"Everyone only does it because they know that I trust you more than I've ever trusted anyone else in the world." He said that in such a slow voice with underlying passion that she couldn't keep hold of the anger anymore. A smile spread out on her face, one which she couldn't hold in. "Am I forgiven?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"Don't look at me like that," she told him. "I can't resist you when you have that look in your eye."
"That sounds tempting," he muttered, just loud enough for Ruth to hear. Very quickly he got up and pulled her out of her chair, almost before she could blink. His arms wrapped around her body pulling her close as his lips found hers. The gentle press of lips quickly became more intense and passionate, neither wanting to let even an inch of air get between their bodies.
She backed away from him for a moment. "What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly.
"I thought it was obvious," he replied in a growl as his hands kept caressing her waist. "I don't want to pretend with you anymore. I am sick to death of all the wasted time. I should have kissed you like this years ago, and we both know that's true." She took a moment in silence to think about what he was saying, which was hard as his hands were burning straight through her clothes to her skin. She didn't reply with words. Instead she kissed him back, just as eagerly as he was to continue their embrace, which had taken so many years to get here.
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