AN: Basically just a smut filled chapter to tie up February and their getting engaged before moving onto March. I blame Harry muse for this one.

The pre-dawn light was just beginning to creep into their bedroom. Outside, those who worked the late shifts were just making their way home, the quiet of the night about to give way to the commotion that was a Tuesday morning. In the sitting room two animals slept, curled together in the bed closest to the radiator. Lying on the hardwood next to them, the remains of a forgotten tuna sandwich sat, a paw print set in the middle of the soft bread.

Upstairs, wrapped in not only the duvet but each other, two people slept. Exhaustion had forced them to seek sleep in the wee hours of morning but not before they'd spent the night celebrating the conquering of fears and new chances.

For Harry it meant the chance to start afresh. To prove not only to himself but the outside world that while he had made mistakes in the past, he had learned from them. And would do every not to repeat them. Not that their opinion mattered. It didn't. Ultimately only the two who were even now joined in sleep mattered.

But that wasn't the only change. For Ruth, a greater means had been accomplished. For the first time in recent years she was putting aside the walls of solitude she had built as protection. She was opening herself up to something new, something exciting and letting herself not only love but be loved. While not realizing it, she'd hidden herself to protect against the pain of losing a loved one again but no more.

It was amazing what one simple question and answer could do for two people.

As the clock switched from 4.59 to 5.00, Harry twitched in his light sleep and sighed. It'd been years since he had spent hour upon hour making love to a woman and he was feeling it. Not that he was complaining. Because he wasn't. It was a pleasant ache that had settled in his muscles and were it not for a breakfast meeting with the Prime Minister and Home Secretary, he'd call off work and spend the day in bed. With Ruth.

Opening his eyes, he squinted at the clock on the far nightstand and smiled. The meeting wasn't until 8. That meant his ride would arrive around 7 to take him to Downing Street. Which meant he had another hour. An hour which he planned to put to good use, enjoying the suppleness of his new pillow. Ruth's chest really was more comfortable than the expensive down pillows he had on his bed.

No that was wrong. Not his bed; their bed. Though he really wasn't in the mood to contemplate all that was to become theirs instead of his and hers. Not when the nipple of Ruth's left breast was tantalizingly close to his parted lips. Nor when his left hand was resting so comfortably around her right. No, contemplating would be a waste of this early morning hour.

Smile still on his face, Harry swept his tongue outward and brushed it against the erect nipple. Breathing lightly, he watched as the skin harden and lifted his eyes. Waiting a moment, he watched to see if Ruth would awaken but as she slept on, he smirked. Waking her up this morning would be a delight.

Moving his head forward a fraction, he encircled the puckered flesh with his lips and sucked gently, his left hand squeezing her other mound. Feeling her shift under him, he continued his kneading and sucking, his right hand brushing against her hip. Pulling his lips upwards as he sucked hard, he watched as her nipple sprung free from his lips and she sighed. Lifting his eyes, he met her lust filled ones and grinned.

"Good morning," she whispered, voice a heavy mix of sleep and arousal.

Not answering, he swept his lips sideways, planting a row of light kisses from one breast to the next. Opening his mouth, he swept his tongue around the darker skin of her areola and heard her gasp. Circling the area twice, he suddenly moved his open mouth over the hardened peak. Brushing his tongue against the sensitive skin, he wrapped his teeth around it and bit tenderly.

Biting back a moan, Ruth tilted her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation he was creating. Already the ache of overused muscles was disappearing; being replaced with arousal. Sliding her hands along the firm muscle of his shoulders, she brushed them against the back of his neck and twisted her fingers in the curls there.

Placing a final kiss against her breast, he slowly started trailing a path of kissed southward across the flesh of her stomach. Reaching the indent of her belly button, he swirled his tongue around once before continuing his trek southwards. Feeling her fingers pulling gently on his hair, he lifted his head and met her eyes.

"Not this morning," she said hoarsely, her hands tugging him upwards.

Sliding up her body, he smiled as his lips caressed hers. Pulling back, he settled his leg between hers, his thigh resting against her warm heat as his erection pressed against her hip. "Good morning."

"Hmm. It is. Enjoying yourself?" Moving a hand from behind his neck, she brushed her fingers against his cheek.

"Immensely. Though I think I'll be enjoying myself even more so in a few minutes."

"You're insatiable. I don't know if I can move after the four times last night."

"It's a good thing you don't have to then." he said, grinning as he moved his mouth to hers.

Fingers brushing against the skin of her stomach, he felt the muscles underneath contract and was about to move his hand lower when his phone rang. Groaning, he kissed her a moment longer before pulling his head back. Reaching a hand out towards the nightstand, he grasped the phone and flipped it open.

"What?"

Listening for a few moments, his expression changed from irritation to concentration, his fingers resting against Ruth's stomach sliding back and forth.

"No. We need to find him. Red flash the team. I'll be there within the hour."

Hanging up the phone, he turned back towards the woman in his arms.

"We have to go." Her statement more matter of fact than a question.

"I'm afraid so. Ari Gaidea cleared passport control four hours ago. Our watchers lost him two hours after that."

Nodding, she slid a hand down between them and grasped his hardened length. "You can't go like this."

Groaning, he pressed his forehead against hers. "I'll be fine."

"No, you won't." Lifting her mouth to his, she kissed him hard. "And neither will I. Be quick."

"Ruth..."

"Just shut up and fuck me."

Gaping at her bluntness for a moment, he suddenly shook his head and shifted so he was covering her. Never one to deny her, he kissed her firmly and pushed into her hard. Moaning at the feeling of him stretching her, Ruth arched her back and wrapped her legs around his hips. Finger nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders, she met him thrust for thrust; pulling him deeper. Free hand finding her clitoris, he pressed his thumb down hard as her inner muscles clenched around him.

"Oh" she cried out, her legs tightening around his waist as she came apart beneath him. Lips pressed against hers, he swallowed her cries of satisfaction and came moments later. Breathing labored, he rested against her, his weight crushing her against the mattress as he gradually came back to himself. Slowly extracting himself from her grip, he brushed a kiss against her lips and moved to stand on shaky legs.

Turning back to look at her, he smirked as she laid there, chest rising and falling as she sucked in air. Hair tangled around her face, she had a satisfied grin covering her features.

Turning her head, she looked up at him and smiled. Reaching a hand out, she felt him grasp it and pull her upwards. Being married to him was going to be a pleasant adventure.