I know its been a while since I wrote anything, real life keeps getting in the way.
Ruth could feel sleep falling away from her but she didn't know why. She squinted open her eyes in the darkness as Harry picked up the phone. So that was what had disturbed her very restful nights sleep.
"What is it?" she heard Harry ask the annoying stranger. Ruth turned over and flicked her bedside lamp on. She was far too tired to follow the conversation but could see the worry on Harry's face as he put the phone back down.
"Who's trying to kill us this week?" Ruth asked in a falsely light hearted voice, trying to hide her concern.
"Some Chinese assassin trying to kill the Prime Minister," Harry said quietly
"Couldn't he wait until a decent hour?" Ruth complained.
"I wish," Harry said, an arm around Ruth's shoulders. "I have to go." He kissed her cheek and then slid out of bed, getting dressed.
"Okay, I'll get up," Ruth said, trying to keep her eyes open without too much effort.
"No don't bother," he replied easily. "Go back to sleep. We can manage without you."
"You can, can you?" she asked wryly.
"You know what I meant," he said smiling at her. He leant over her and kissed her lips softly. Ruth sighed with happiness. She broke away from him for a second. "Hurry home," she whispered breathlessly before kissing him much more intensely.
"I really have to go," Harry said, his voice showing his reluctance to leave her.
"So go," she said smiling once more before he kissed her again.
"I will be back as fast as humanly possible, I promise," he said in a heavy voice.
"Wake me when you get home," Ruth replied, pulling the duvet closer around her.
"Count on it," he murmured, regretfully leaving her alone to her very happy dreams.
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