Rain and muffins
Ruth shivered slightly as she met Harry's gaze. Suddenly tracking half the way across London in the driving rain didn't seem such a good idea.
"I."
"Ruth, you're soaked. Whatever made you traipse all the way over here when we have a perfectly good telephone network and email isn't important enough to get pneumonia."
"It is." She took a deep breath.
"At least take that coat off first." Harry smiled. "And shoes. I'll put them to dry for you. Then tea? Yes. I remember how you like it."
"Harry."
"Please, if you were to get ill on my account." Ruth sighed, slipping her shoes off she suddenly felt smaller, brushing soaking wet hair away from her face she slipped her jacket off. Harry handed her a towel. "For your hair. My mother always taught me soaking hair was one way to get flu. Don't have a hairdryer in the house, sorry."
Ruth bit her lip.
"No need to worry about you getting flu then." She dried her hair as Harry frowned, detecting the teasing note to her voice she had lost since he had last seen her.
"No, I don't suppose there is." Ruth followed him into the kitchen.
"Harry, I shouldn't have bothered you."
"I'm glad you did."
"I." She shivered.
"You are soaked to the skin! Ruth I didn't realise. I'll find you an t shirt. Catherine left a hoodie thing here last time." Ruth folded her arms across her chest, suddenly self conscious.
"I can't do this."
"Oh."
"I'm still coming back to work." She closed her eyes. "Jo came to see me. And Ros."
"Ros?"
"She's concerned. In her own I don't give a stuff way." Harry smiled.
"Ros is softer than we all thought. She has a good heart. She doesn't like people to see it." Ruth smiled, knowing Harry would always see the good in his team. She stepped nearer.
"We can't keep avoiding each other and arguing all the time."
"No." Harry looked away.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Ruth touched his face, he closed his eyes. "I'm sorry I disturbed you tonight. I'm sorry I reacted the way I did when we were on the bridge. I sorry you thought I blamed you because I don't. I never did." His hand covered hers. His eyes flickered open, meeting hers.
"Ruth."
"I'm sorry you thought I believed you to be a monster. You're not. You never could be." Somehow Harry had moved so close she could feel the heat from his body. "I'm sorry for everything I said in that bloody room."
"Me too." Harry rested his forehead against hers. Ruth took a deep breath, her other hand finding its way to his shoulder.
"I'm sorry I let you think my feelings had changed." Her voice hitched with tears as Harry pulled back slightly.
"You moved on. You had to."
"No I didn't. Not really. I should have let you say what you wanted to on that dockside. I." Tears threatened to fall. "I wanted to say it back. So badly." Harry shortened the gap, kissing her gently. Ruth pulled him closer, kissing him deeply. Somehow she ended up pinned to the kitchen wall. Harry pulled back, gasping for breath he brushed her now damp hair away from her face.
"Don't apologise for anything."
"Harry." Her eyes fixed on his. "Harry. I."
He smiled, watching as she mumbled something to herself.
"What?"
"I came to clear the air. I didn't come to throw myself at you. I dunno on the way over I even thought about stopping for a basket of muffins. Something to break the ice."
"Ruth. I love you. Always have. Always will." He paused as a smiled crept across her face. She finally met his gaze. "What does your analyst's mind think to that?" Harry held his breath as she reached up on tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck, one hand finding the back of his collar.
"You. It's always been you. Since the EERIE exercise. I love you, Harry." He kissed her deeply. Kisses turned more passionate as clothes hit the floor. Harry pulled her towards the stairs as they kissed. His lips found her neck as she gasped.
"Ruth?"
"Mm?"
"Stay?"
"Forever if you want me." Harry kissed her putting all the passion and emotion he had for the woman in front of him into the kiss. Breaking for air Ruth smiled, suddenly aware neither had many clothes on.
"Harry?"
"Was just thinking this is better than a basket of muffins." Ruth rolled her eyes as they fell onto the bed.
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A/n so I watched 8.3 again. Please review xx