Green Light by Mandy MI5 (cowbell) chapter 2

[MandyM15]

Warning: Contains suggestive language and situations

Oops Ruth is a bit tipsy! I don't own BBC, Kudos or Spooks.

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Starting to wish that she'd had a little less Dutch courage Ruth stumbles towards the front door. On her way she fluffs her hair and smears away the lipstick on her front teeth in the hallway mirror. She brazenly pulls her sweater a little lower to reveal a hint of cleavage and then with trembling hands she opens the front door.

"Harry!" she beams

Standing on her doorstep, looking quite delicious is Harry. Her Harry. He's not everyone's cup of tea but for her he is quite perfect, slightly dishevelled, top button undone, tie askew…perfect! A sexy smile plays on his lips as he holds aloft two bottles of…

"White Burgundy!" he announces, looking quite pleased with himself.

"Of course. Come in" Ruth smiles back. Harry notes a slight slur and grins, wishing he'd had a little Dutch courage too.

She opens the door narrowly so he has to brush past her.

Realising her intention he leans in and kisses her briefly on the cheek. Ruth's head starts to spin, a heady mixture of Malbec and Harry's closeness threatening to send her to her knees.

Grabbing his coat lapels she steadies herself.

"Are you drunk Ruth?"

Feeling quite affronted at this suggestion Ruth pats down the front of his coat, feeling his firm chest beneath and replies "Absoloootly not, am fine!"

Harry grins again and handing the bottles to Ruth removes his coat, throwing it casually over the bannister at the bottom of Ruth's stairs. Ruth stands there watching him, wishing he'd carry on taking his clothes off, wishing he'd walk over and start taking her clothes off too and then they could go upstairs and…..

"Ruth!" she shouts to herself

"Are you sure you're OK?" Harry asks again

" 'slutely fine" Ruth replies, embarrassed at berating herself out loud

"Al Green?" he enquires

"Yes, you like?"

"I like."

"Wine, Harry?"

"Please."

Trotting into the front room Ruth finds the corkscrew on the table and with her teeth starts to remove the foil around the top of the wine bottle.

"Let me." offers Harry, quite amused at Ruth's tiddlyness

" K…. Glasses are there…I'll um, just get the Lasagne out of the oven"

"Can I do anything to help?" Harry asks, gently pulling the cork free from the bottle

"No, no…. s'fine. Make yourself comfy. You sure you like the music? Change it if you like." She says moving into the kitchen.

"The music is perfect Ruth" he growls, fixating his gaze on her.

Feeling his eyes on her, Ruth feels exposed and fuzzy and incredibly sexy. She turns to face him. Trying to keep her eyes fixed on anything but his she looks to the floor.

"H…how hungry are you Harry?"

Placing the wine glasses on the table, Harry slowly walks towards her.

Inside Ruth's head manic instructions are trying to reach her lips but nothing comes out, all she manages is a shy smile as Harry approaches her and taking her hands in his, he leans in and whispers.

"Very hungry Ruth"

The tickle in her ear as he whispers to her is too much to bear. She throws her arms around his neck and meets his lips in a fierce embrace. Feeling quite bold she slides her hands around his back and pulls his shirt out of the waistband of his trousers whilst he passionately starts on her neck and earlobes. Completely overcome with lust the signal from Ruth's brain finally connects with her mouth as she pulls back and raises her hands to cup Harry's cheeks, looking intensely into his eyes.

"I love you Harry."

She says it with such innocence and sincerity that Harry feels like his heart could give out at any moment.

Wrapping his arms around Ruth's waist to steady himself he looks deep into her blue eyes.

"And I love you Ruth"

Grinning at each other idiotically like a couple of teenagers Ruth is the first to speak.

"Sod the Lasagne!"

"My thoughts exactly Miss Evershed!"

Grabbing the bottom of her sweater and trying to be a seductive as possible Ruth raises it above her head and slides it off before twirling it around her head and tossing it onto the floor.

"Your turn Harry…." she mischievously grins

Taking his cue and steeling himself with gritted teeth Harry proceeds to unknot his tie. Ruth reaches over and slides it free of Harry's constrictive shirt collar before grabbing the two sides of his shirt and pulling hard. Buttons fly across the room as Harry stands before her completely flabbergasted.

"Ruth Evershed! You little minx! Come here!"

Grabbing her powerfully in a Fireman's lift he strides across the living room floor with her flopped over his right shoulder and ceremoniously deposits her on the sofa.

Giggling uncontrollably Ruth wriggles out of her jeans as Harry takes off his trousers and socks.

Ruth lies back on the sofa and is still desperately trying to look alluring despite the onset of the giggles; Harry can only look at her in wonderment and love.

"Will you look at us!" giggles Ruth from the sofa

"Quite a pair aren't we?" smiles Harry

"Yes we are…Come here you handsome devil." teases Ruth, unable to wait any longer.

Harry, needing no more persuasion drops his drawers, shoots Ruth his sexist stare and promptly jumps on top of her.

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Just a two shot I think….