Note the rating of the story...you've been warned.
Snatching the phone off the nightstand, Harry hit the talk button and spoke softly but gruffly; careful not to jostle Ruth too much. "What?"
"Harry?"
"Adam. What's wrong?" More awake now, Harry shifted his hold on Ruth, lifting her enough that he could slide out from under her.
"Harry?" she mumbled, blearily opening her eyes and looking up at him.
"Go back to sleep Ruth." he muttered lightly, brushing his hand through her hair before stepping away. "What's going on Adam? Terror plot on the Capital? Something worse?"
"Nothing of the sort unless the terrorist can now control the weather. Look outside."
Frowning, Harry crossed the room and parted the curtain, looking out towards the street. His frown deepened as he took in the pristine whiteness. "What happened to the flurries we were supposed to get last night?"
"Apparently they turned into a foot with at least another six inches due over the course of today."
"Jesus. This is going to be a bloody nightmare. I'll get onto the Grid as soon as I can."
"I'm here as is Malcolm. We've got everything under control. Stay where you are. It sounds like you and Ruth are enjoying yourselves..."
Hearing the teasing in his voice, Harry ran a hand over his face before answering. "Sleeping on that brick I call a couch is hardly an enjoyable experience."
"And what were you doing on that couch?"
"You're walking a very thin line Adam. I'd watch it if you didn't want to wind up visiting Siberia. I hear they get more snow then this hourly at times."
"I'm sorry Harry but I care about Ruth and I don't want her to get hurt anymore than she's been already. Just...don't hurt her."
"Adam not that I need to explain myself to you but we fell asleep talking. That's it. Juliet showed up here last night up to her old tricks." He wasn't lying really. They had fallen asleep talking. It was this morning that something had happened. Turning away from the window, he looked at the woman curled under the duvet and smiled.
"Shit! I'm sorry Harry. She slipped through our surveillance."
Turning back to the window, he sighed. "It's fine. I just want to know what she's up to. She's hiding something and I don't like this one bit."
"She's not going anywhere. It's pretty light here today. I'll pull Malcolm in, brief him and see what we can dig up."
"Just...be careful. Call me if anything important comes up."
"Will do."
Hanging up the phone, Harry looked out the window one last time before crossing back to the bed. Setting his phone down, he lifted the duvet and slid back into the bed.
"What's going on?"
Turning on his side, he turned and propped himself up on one hand. "Just a bit of snow. Adam wanted to let me know we weren't needed in today."
"Mmkay. I'm going back to sleep."
He laid there for awhile, watching her sleep, his mind drifting to the previous hour. The way her fingers had lightly brushed against him, the way she'd kissed him as her hand had gripped him harder, the feeling of her body pressed under his... Closing his eyes, he fought back a moan as his body reacted to the images. 'Think of something else Harry. Anything.' "Shit." he muttered, realizing that it wasn't working.
"Harry?"
Opening his eyes he met her blue ones. She looked and sounded more awake then she had a few minutes ago. Seeing the concern in her eyes, he tried to smile.
"Good morning."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just a slight ... pain. Nothing I can't handle."
Frowning, she made to shift closer.
"No, stay there. Please."
"Harry something's wrong. What can I do to help?"
"It's alright. Go back to sleep. Nowhere to be this morning. Enjoy the luxury of a lie in. I'm just going to go to the bathroom."
Realization dawned on her and she shifted closer, her hand gripping his forearm to keep him from leaving the bed. Pulling him back towards her, she frowned at the look of what she could almost identify as guilt. "Harry."
"No Ruth. It's alright. I just need a few minutes. I'll be back."
"You're not leaving this bed Harry."
Closing his eyes again, he took a deep breath before speaking. "Ruth if I don't leave this bed right now I'm don't think I'm going to be able to stop from making love to you."
Moving closer until her body was almost touching his, she brushed her fingers against the side of his face. "So make love to me."
Holding himself stiffly, he shook his head. "Not yet. Not like this. You deserve so much more."
"You keep saying that but what about you?"
"What about me? In the grand scheme of things you are infinitely more important than me. Your needs and your wants are what matter to me. Your feeling confident in our relationship matters to me."
"But I don't feel confident in our relationship; not with you pulling away from me."
"Ruth. I'm doing this for you. I've screwed up and hurt you; destroyed what trust we had. You were stalked and abducted because of me. You..."
"Stop it."
"Ruth."
"No. It's 5:30 in the morning and I want you to make love to me. Or fuck me. I don't really care which. I'm cranky, I'm frustrated, and I'm starting to feel like my initial thought was right; that you want the emotional connection but not the physical. That you really believe that I won't be able to satisfy you sexually. I told you I'm scared that others were right and I'm frigid. You said I was wrong; prove it."
Breathing deep at her sudden outburst, she watched him watching her.
Eyes wide, he watched as she took deep breaths to calm herself after her sudden outburst. Jesus what had he done to deserve her in his life. Grasping the back her head with his hand, he pulled her towards him and kissed her. Hard. Shifting his weight, he pressed against her; forcing her onto her back. Feeling her shift against him, he pulled his mouth from hers and trailed his lips down her face and neck. Stopping at the beat of her racing pulse, he sucked softly on the skin; his teeth nipping before soothing the spot with his tongue.
She gasped and tilted her head back, giving him better access. Fingers sliding up his back and into his hair, she held him there while moaning his name.
Lifting his head, he watched her; saw the desire changing the hue of her irises. "This isn't going to last long. I'm sorry."
"Harry..."
"But I will make it up to you."
Before she could answer, he was kissing her again, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth. His hands slid down her body, coming to rest at the hem of her night shirt. Fingers sliding under the fabric, he let them slide upwards over her stomach, the faintest of brushes against the skin of her breasts. Pulling his mouth from hers, he slid the shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the side. Hands sliding back over her warm skin, he let his thumbs circle the tender areas. Feeling her gasp against his mouth, he flicked the buds softly before sliding his hands downwards to her waist; his mouth following as he licked and kissed his way down.
Grasping the fabric of her pants and underwear, he pulled them off and tossed them in the direction her shirt had gone. Pulling away from her, he kneeled and looked down, his gaze traveling across her naked form. Seeing her blush at his scrutiny, he smiled and reached a hand out to her hip.
"You're beautiful. And you're all mine." he said, his voice laced with a mix of lust and love.
Quickly pulling off the shirt and boxers he had worn to bed, he leaned over her; careful not to let any skin touch. Braced on his arms, he leaned down and kissed her again; the hardness of his erection brushing against her moist heat. Groaning at the contact, he let his body lower towards hers as she moved her legs to let her knees wrap around his waist. Lifting a hand, he brushed it against her collar bone; his thumb tracing the hallow of her throat. Tilting her head back, she let her eyes close.
"Harry please." she said in what sounded like the start of a whimper.
Guiding himself into her warmth he moved slowly, giving her a chance to adjust to the feeling of him inside of her. She was tight and wet and pulling him further in. It was taking all of his self control not to thrust himself forward until he was buried deep inside of her. Pulling out, he slowly moved into her again; going further then he had before. She gasped and gripped his forearms with her hands. Repeating the move until he was fully sheathed in her, his pelvis pressing into hers. Rocking back and forth, he felt her legs wrap around him, pulling him even deeper as she met his thrust. Moaning at the feeling, he felt himself getting closer. Wanting her to get something from this too, he moved his hand until his thumb could brush against her clitoris.
Eyes snapping open, she arched up into him, her mouth gaping at the contact.
"Let go for me Ruth." he rasped, his breath coming in gasps as he continued to move within her. "I've got you."
With a final flick of his thumb, he felt her internal muscle contract around him; her body arching upwards as her eyes rolled back. At the sound of his name leaving her lips, he gave a final thrust and buried his head in her shoulder as his climax overtook him. Muscles in his arms giving out, he let himself collapse against her, unable to move as he fought to breathe.
Finally catching his breath, he made to move; afraid he was crushing her. At the tightening of her arms around him and the soft whimper she made, he changed tactics and rolled to his back; pulling her with him. Still inside her, he felt her shift on his chest until she was lying with her cheek against him heart. Intertwining their fingers, he brought her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss against it as she lifted her head and looked at him.
"Are you alright?" he asked softly.
"Hmm. Yes. Was that..."
"It was more than alright." he said grinning, his hand gripping hers tighter. "You needed even ask."
"You're not just saying that?"
"I don't lie to you and I don't lie about sex."
"Okay." she said softly, her head going back to its position on his chest.
Sensing there was something else, he curled his fingers in her hair and lifted her eyes to his.
"There's something else; what is it?"
Blushing, she traced Greek symbols on his chest. "It's just..."
"Just what?"
"When can we do that again?"
AN: Okay I don't know what came over me. I think I've gone delirious from the 60 hour work week and starring at a computer screen. it's the only explanation as I normally try to avoid writing stuff like this and I hadn't actually planned on them sleeping together for a few more months. Hopefully it wasn't too bad. For those asking about when Peter's trial is going to happen; I haven't forgotten about it. I just need to brush up on the UK law system as my university days were spent learning the ins and outs of the US law system. Thanks for all the lovely reviews. If you have a moment to leave one, please do.