Despite Ruth's insistence she was ok, Harry had announced he was driving the car on the way back from the airport. Mumbling her thanks, she had fallen into a light slumber and woke to Harry singing out of tune along to the radio.

Though I've tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As I've done from the start

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she does just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet

Her eyes remained closed as her ears became familiar with the sounds in the car. It wasn't every day you heard Harry Pearce singing a song about love whilst sitting in a traffic jam. She allowed herself to selfishly enjoy the moment and stash it away as a memory for future reference.

I resolved to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone

As the song came to an end, Harry turned to Ruth's sleeping form and let out a sigh. He couldn't remember a time where she looked so at peace, away from the heartache and the hurt. He couldn't remember a time where he had felt so happy, so content with the way his life had panned out. He was sure he had lost her on the docks, and even more sure he had lost her when she returned following the death of her husband. Unable to resist, he leant over and brushed away the hair covering her forehead, and softly planted a kiss. Pulling away slowly, he drummed the steering wheel and waited for the traffic to start moving again.

"You know it's not nice for you to take advantage of a woman when she's sleeping," Ruth mumbled playfully, sitting up, trying to stretch her arms and legs as much as could within her confined space.

Harry turned back towards her smiling. She smiled back and rested her hand on top of his, which was sprawled absent mindedly on the gear knob.

"I'm sorry," he purred, gently entwining their fingers. "Can I take advantage now?"

After finally worming their way through heavy traffic they finally found themselves pulling up outside Harry's house.

Having switched off the engine and undone his seatbelt Harry once more turned to face Ruth, who was staring out her window taking in her new and unfamiliar surroundings.

"Are you ready then Ruth?"

"As I'll ever be,"

Ruth mimicked Harry's actions and got out of the car. She watched Harry busy himself in removing the suitcase and dragging it up the path to the front door. I could get used to this she mused happily, and followed him into the threshold of his house.

She sat herself down on the sofa in the living room and listened with mild amusement as Harry dumped the suitcase into the spare bedroom and came thumping down the stairs again. Locating his visitor, he sat himself down next to her and cleared his throat a little too loudly, causing her to jump slightly.

"I've put the kettle on," Harry mumbled, "I assume you want a cup of tea?"

"You assume a lot Harry," Ruth laughed, pausing slightly as a slight flicker of disappointment flashed across his face. "Tea would be lovely."

He smiled at her and went to sort out the tea in the kitchen. He heard a faint patter of feet behind him as Ruth entered to join him.



"All my clothes are at the safe house,"

Harry turned around to face her, walking slowly towards her and snaking his arms around her waist.

"No worries, I've got people on it. The whole safe house is being cleared and all of its contents is coming here. You're moving in here... With me, if that's umm, ok?"

"I told you on the phone before I came home after the funeral that I knew where my life was. My life is here, in the UK, in MI5. But more importantly it's right here, in this house, with you, my cats and Scarlett. I'm just surprised you acted so quickly, I could have changed my mind."

"You did just say I assume a lot Ruth," he purred as he leant in to whisper directly into her ear. "And I'm a man of my word."

"So you still want to move in?" Harry asked eventually after Ruth had stood gazing at him in silence for quite some time.

"Only if you want me to,"

"You know I do," he purred.

"Then I'll stay," she smiled at him as he gripped her waist tighter and pulled her towards him, locking her in a rather brief but passionate kiss.

"Tea," Harry laughed, as he finally pulled away and busied himself again in making the beverage. Ushering Ruth and two boiling mugs of tea back into the living, they resumed their positions on the sofa as Ruth engrossed herself with the latest TV magazine.

"You know Ruth," Harry mused as he watched her flick through the pages of the magazine, "I always wondered what it would be like to live a domestic life with you."

He watched her as she picked up the remote and found the programme she wanted before she turned to face him, entwining her fingers with his yet again.

"Me too," she sighed happily, "but we have the rest of our lives to wonder and find out what domestic life hold for us."

"I'm staying Harry. This time I'm back for good."


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