AN1: Alright so I've bumped the rating of this story up to M with this chapter just to be on the safe side. You've been warned.

The next morning when Ruth woke she found herself with Harry wrapped around her again. When they'd finally gotten tired of talking the night before and gone to sleep, she'd been curled on her side facing him while he'd been on his back. But sometime during the night he'd migrated across the space separating them until he was on her side of the bed; his body wrapping itself around hers. But this time; unlike the previous morning; she was facing him. Her head had found a space between his chin and clavicle, her left hand engulfed in his larger hand under the pillow while her right had gotten caught between their hips and their legs had intertwined themselves.

Blinking her eyes, she listened in the distance as church bells rung four times. So there was still another hour and a half before either of their alarms would go off signaling that either one of them needed to get up. Shifting into a slightly more comfortable position, she closed her eyes with the intent of going back to sleep. But as she moved again; flexing the fingers of her right hand where they had fallen asleep; she felt Harry tighten his hold, instinctively flexing his hips forwards into hers.

"Mmm. My Ruth." he mumbled in his sleep followed by something incoherent.

Holding still but smiling at his comment, she felt him settle again, his breathing evening out. Against her fingers though she could feel a part of him that wasn't settling. In fact it was doing the exact opposite. She knew it was a natural response of his body but she felt guilty that for the second morning in a row he'd wake up with an erection and no gratification. Sure it was his feelings that were keeping them from having sex; and part of her was beginning to wonder if it was because he wasn't physically attracted to her; but it was her doing that they were sleeping in the same bed.

There was something she could do about it though. It wasn't like he could stop her. He was asleep after all. But could she do it? Never in her life had she been bold enough to do what she was contemplating without the pushing of her previous lovers; the thought never even entering her mind on its own. And was it really right? She was taking the decision away from him. Did that akin to a form of assault? Would he think less of her? Was it something he'd even want? The gentle thrust of his hips was enough to make her decision for her.

Biting her bottom lip, she slowly moved her hand until it rested under the waist band of his pants. Warm skin met her fingers as she took a deep breath and slid her hand downwards, following the trail of hair until she met the hard, hot length of him. Wrapping her hand around his base, she tentatively started sliding her hand up and down, the ends of her fingers brushing against his scrotum. Hearing the breath hitch in his throat, she knew the exact moment he woke up. Moving her head, she pressed her lips against the skin of his throat; her teeth scrapping against his pulse as she trailed tiny bites from his collar bone to his chin.

Following the path of his chin, she opened her eyes and met his in the darkness of the room. Filled with a mixture of sleep and arousal they were almost completely dilated. His breathing was more rapid then before and the way he muttered her name caused desire to coil in her stomach. She felt rather then saw his hand moving between them until it grasped hers. Fingers wrapping around hers he stopped the movement of her hand.

"Harry?" she asked, doubt and dread filling her.

"What are you doing?" Closing his eyes he took a few deep breaths and focused on getting his body under control.

"I...I'm sorry." she stuttered, her grip on him loosening as she went to move away, her eyes falling to a spot on his chest. "I shouldn't have done that without asking; it's probably not something you want me doing to you. And I was probably doing it all wrong anyway. It's not something I've been good at. It just goes to show you're not going to be interested in me sexually. It...it won't happen again."

With the hand still gripping her left under the pillow, he tighten his hold on her and shifted forward until he was pressed against her; keeping her from distancing herself.

"Ruth look at me. Please."

Looking up at the lowness of his voice, she gasped at the look in his eyes. Never had anyone looked at her that way before.

"You have no idea how long I have fantasized of you waking me like that or in so many different ways. But I've never actually believed those fantasies would come true."

"But you just stopped it."

"Because I don't want you to think you have to do anything for me. I am perfectly happy with our relationship how it is right now. Besides you're not getting anything."

"I don't need anything tonight. Everything's been about me so far and what I want or need; let this be about you." Curling her fingers around him again, she leaned up and kissed his chin. "I want to do this."

Swallowing at the feel of her hand gripping him again, he nodded and placed his hand around hers. Gripping her fingers with his, he moved his hand slowly. "Grip a bit harder and use shorter strokes. Brush your thumb over the tip when you're there and lightly let your fingers brush over my balls.:

Nodding softly as he let go of her hand, she started following his directions, adjusting her grip and speed at his encouraging moans.

"Kiss me." he manages to get out between breaths.

Pressing her mouth against his, she let her tongue lightly stroke the inside of his mouth as her hand continued to move over him. A few firm strokes later and his hand is pulling hers away again. Fingers curling around hers in a tight grip, he presses himself against her thigh once, twice, three times; each thrust harder than the last. On his forth thrust he feels his climax overtake him, her name coming from his lips as they hover centimeters from hers.

It's a few minutes later that he comes back to his senses and realizes that he's half pressing her into the mattress, their entwined hands crushed between their lower bodies. With a groan, he rolled onto his back, pulling her with him until she's draped over his chest. Releasing her hand, he lifted his until it rested against her cheek. Lifting her eyes to his, he smiled at the lightness and wonder in hers.

"Was that okay?" she asked nervously.

"You can wake me up like that whenever you want."

"Really?"

"Hmmm. Yes." Pulling her lips down to his, he kissed her softly before tucking her head into his chest and wrapping his arms around her again. "Go back to sleep. We have some time before we've got to get up."

"Mmkay."

AN2:This was for everyone waiting for the two of them to move a bit further on with their relationship. Hope you liked it. Thank you all for the reviews and taking this up to 100. I'm amazed and touched. :) For those reading in the UK...about how much snow would it take to essentially close down London?