"Shall we go upstairs?" Ruth asks as she kisses Harry's face adoringly. She sits us straddling his lap. She can see him gulp as he watches her. He nods slowly and waits for her to take the lead. Ruth climbs off of Harry and stands up. She extends her hand to Harry as he swings his legs over the side of the couch. He tries to control his breathing and his body reactions before he reaches for Ruth's hand. Ruth kisses Harry as he stands up. She continues to hold Harry's hand as she leads him out of the room and up the stairs. Harry holds Ruth around the waist as they slowly climb the stairs.
Harry can't believe he's about to enter Ruth's bedroom. His sock feet sink into the soft carpet at the top of the stairs. Ruth leads him down the hall and stops in front of her bedroom door. She turns towards Harry and he immediately presses her against the door and kisses her. "Here we are." Harry whispers in Ruth's ear.
"Here we are." Ruth says breathily. She and Harry both take a deep breath before Ruth reaches behind her and opens the door. Ruth knows that the moment the door opens things may get more awkward. "Come on in."
Harry enters the bedroom after Ruth and tries to take everything in. "It's lovely, Ruth."
"Thanks Harry. Listen, get comfy and I'll be right back." Ruth stretches up and kisses Harry before she enters her closet and goes searching for an item that has never been worn before. She finds the black satin and lace negligee at the back of the closet. The tag is still on it and Ruth pokes her head out of the closet and says, "Harry, can you grab the scissors from the right-hand drawer in the bathroom?"
"Sure," Harry says as he hops up from his spot on the bed and heads into the bathroom. He rummages through the drawer and finds the small pair of scissors. He quickly returns to the bedroom and passes the scissors to Ruth through the closet door.
"Thanks Harry. I'll be right out. Don't fall asleep on me yet." Ruth says with a bright smile.
"That's not going to happen." Harry mumbles under his breath as he walks back towards the bed.
Harry's not facing the closet when Ruth comes out. She pads softly across the room, wraps her arms around his waist and places a kiss between his shoulder blades. "Hi," Ruth whispers.
Harry turns in Ruth's arms and looks down at Ruth. "Hi beautiful." Harry bends his head down and kisses Ruth before he steps back to really look at her. "God, you're so beautiful. How did I ever get so lucky? I can't believe this is happening."
Ruth blushes as Harry speaks. She notices that he's taken his cufflinks off and rolled his sleeves up. She reaches out and gently touches Harry's collar. She then grasps his collar and pulls him towards her. She kisses him soundly. Harry walks Ruth back towards the bed and Ruth reaches between them and finishes unbuttoning Harry's shirt. She pulls the shirt off and tosses it on the floor before she steps back and observes Harry closely. She runs her hands over his chest. He's in quite good shape.
Harry can feel his face flush under Ruth's scrutiny. Her touch is feather-light and yet confident. "Will I do?" Harry asks self-consciously. He can feel his body respond to Ruth's gaze.
"You're very handsome Harry. Surely you know that already." Ruth says sliding her hands up to Harry's shoulders.
"It's nice to hear you say that, Ruth. When you don't date for a long time you tend to have a crisis of confidence." Harry slips his arms around Ruth and pulls her flush against him. He slides his hands down to the small of her back.
"Oh Harry, you are so handsome and sexy. I wish you'd believe me. You don't have anything to be self-conscious about at all." Ruth kisses Harry's beck at his pulse point.
"Hey! You better not leave a mark anywhere I can't cover up or you'll have to explain to the DG and the Home Secretary how and why I ended up with it." Harry teases Ruth as he kisses her face.
"You wouldn't dare!" Ruth says as she flops back onto the bed.
"Yes, I would. How is it possible that you look even more beautiful when you're frustrated?" Harry asks as he kneels over Ruth and kisses her neck. He reaches down and pushes the straps of Ruth's negligee down off her shoulders. He kisses across her collar bone to her shoulders. He keeps his eyes tilted upwards trying to watch Ruth's reaction. Ruth sighs contentedly and puts her hands on the back of Harry's head. Harry props himself up on his elbows and strokes her face. Do I tell her now, Harry thinks to himself, or do I wait?
"What is it Harry? Is there something you need to tell me?" Ruth asks running her hands over Harry's back.
"I love you, Ruth. I didn't want to tell you before. I thought I'd scare you, but I have to tell you now." Harry whispers in her ear.
"I know, Harry. This moment wouldn't be happening if I didn't believe you loved me. You don't always have to say everything with words. You express just as much with your eyes and your actions." Ruth settles her hands on Harry's lower back. "I love you too, Harry, but I think you already knew that."
"It's still nice to hear it out loud. Let's get you out of that negligee." Harry reaches down to the hem of Ruth's lovely lingerie. It gets caught at her thighs because of her position on the bed.
"Let me up and I'll take it off for you." Ruth says gently.
Harry rolls off of Ruth and sits on the side of the bed. Ruth reaches down to the hem of her negligee and pulls it up over her head. This action rumples her hair. Harry watches Ruth intently. He reaches out slowly giving Ruth a chance to pull back if she chooses. He sets his hands on Ruth's waist and pulls her towards him. He kisses his way up her stomach to her breasts.
"One of us is overdressed for this occasion." Ruth quickly reverses their positions and has her hands on the waistband of Harry's pants. Harry blushes at Ruth's sudden confidence. Ruth notices his sudden discomfort. She leans forward and kisses Harry's belly button. "I'll love how you look. Don't be so self-conscious." Ruth smiles up at Harry and, at the same time, unbuttons and unzips his pants. She gives the pants a gentle tug and they fall and pool around his ankles. Harry kicks his pants off before he covers his arousal with his hands. "Don't be embarrassed by your reaction. It's nice to know that I have that effect on you." Ruth stands up and kisses Harry, pressing her body against his.
"Lay back on the bed Ruth. Let me love you the way I've always wanted to." Harry whispers huskily. He watches Ruth lay back elegantly on the bed and fan her hair out behind her. He sits down on the side of the bed. Ruth's eyes are closed, but she can feel Harry's eyes caressing her body and she can feel his hands ghosting over her sides. "Open your eyes, Ruth. I want you to see me when I touch you. I want you to remember every moment of this night. I want you to feel every touch." Harry runs his fingers down Ruth's breasts and her eyes snap open. She clutches his biceps as he continues to touch her.