I was trying desperately to keep this at a T rating rather than slipping into an M. Enjoy...
Ruth felt Harry move away from her as she drifted out of sleep from the disturbance. "Where are you going?" she murmured. Him leaving her alone in the middle of the night was very unusual. Ever since their first night together, they never slept alone.
"I'll be back in a second," he said, a hand touching her soft hair lightly and lovingly. She opened her eyes a smidge and the events of the evening came back to her, leaving her face flushed and a smile on her lips. It had been snowing so it had taken them ages to get home. Once they were there, Harry had lit a fire in the lounge and the romantic atmosphere of a cold blanket of snow outside, a glass of wine each with a roaring fire inside meant that they hadn't even managed to make it to the bedroom before ripping each other's clothes off.
They had fallen asleep on the floor with a blanket draped over their naked bodies and a couple of sofa cushions for pillows, their limbs wrapped around each other. Harry had woken up and seen the fire was getting low so he got up to throw a couple more logs on. He hurried back under the blanket and grasped Ruth to him tightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," he whispered.
"Mmmm, its fine," she said. "I'll gladly sacrifice a few hours sleep for you to hold me like this." She kissed his jaw, working her way slowly to his lips. His hands settled on the small of her back, pulling her body close. "I've never done that before," Ruth said. Harry raised his eyebrows and she elaborated. "Been so caught up in emotion that I haven't been able to make it upstairs before tearing my clothes off."
"Well, believe me I'm not complaining," Harry said with a grin that made Ruth weak at the knees.
"There was me thinking we were too old to sleep on the floor after making mad passionate love," Ruth said.
"Do you want to move this upstairs?" Harry asked.
"No," she said with a smile. "I think I am perfectly comfortable right where I am." She paused before saying something else. "Are you happy?"
"I have never been happier," he said sincerely. "I might have been a little happier if you'd agree to marry me but that's about it."
Ruth smiled wistfully. "Maybe you should try your luck again." Harry's eyes opened wide as he realised what she was suggesting, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Her own smile faded as he took his time to reply. "Unless you've changed your mind. That's fine. I shouldn't have mentioned it. Forget about it." Harry stopped her rambling by putting two fingers over her lips.
"Wait right there," he said quickly. He regretfully pulled away from her looking for his jacket. He had no idea where it had been flung earlier. He soon found it and rummaged through the inside pocket. He found what he was after and quickly got back under the blankets, holding Ruth tightly to him. Harry flipped open the small jewellery box and held it out to her, the other hand brushing her hair out of her face. "Marry me," he whispered in a voice that made her want to melt.
"Yes," she said with a smile. "Of course I will." He grinned broadly back at her and took the diamond engagement ring from the box and slid it on her finger slowly. Hopefully where it would stay for the rest of her life.
"I can get you another ring if you don't like this one," suddenly worrying that she wouldn't like it. He had been carrying it around for months, wondering whether he would be brave enough to ever ask her again, knowing how much it had hurt the first time when she'd said no.
"Don't you dare," Ruth replied. "I love it."
"I'm glad," Harry said. He held her hand tightly, letting the firelight catch the diamond beautifully. "I love you." Her blue eyes shimmered at him and she kissed him passionately. She would never forget this night for as long as she lived.
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