Hi there. New to the fandom. Really nervous offering up my first fic being 'M' rated and all. Please be gentle as this is my first time. I hope you enjoy. I hope it's somewhat sexy and not too out of character. Of course that's what fanfic is for, to 'play' with them. Pure indulgence on my part. Thanks in advance. Set mid Series 9 the one time Ruth had on a shorter skirt.

Silk Stockings

It was getting late again. The times they found themselves alone on the Grid was increasing more and more each week. The days crisis was averted and they found themselves sitting on his most uncomfortable sofa in his dimly lit office like so many nights before. There was a lull in their work-filled conversation. Neither meeting the others eye they both started,

'I want-'

'Well I -'

'Please you first,' he said.

'No, you,' she insisted with a blush.

'I just wanted to say thank you for all you do here for us... for me.'

'You're welcome, Harry.' shrugging off the praise. 'But it is my job. I'm meant to do a good job otherwise you'd probably have me sacked,' she joked.

'Never, you're much too valuable to the team...and to me.' Her heart quickening at his words.

'I really don't know what I'd do without you, Ruth.'

It was a casual compliment from boss to employee but the underlying meaning to almost everything they said to each other as of late was ever present in their thoughts.

She answered him as ever, with quiet meaning, 'Yes, you do.'

He looked at her. She had a sad smile.

'Yes, I suppose you're right.'

The small gesture was unconscious. And was meant as a meaningless pat. But when he failed to remove his hand from her knee they both noticed the mood shift in the small space of his office. It was as if time had stopped. Their peripherals shrinking their atmosphere causing tunnel vision to take over focusing on the connection of their skin.

Both looking at his hand on her leg.

A choice was to be made. If he were to remove his hand, they could go on pretending that nothing had happened. But if he were to move his hand a little, the implications would lead to so much more.

Seeing as she hadn't stormed out or slapped him across the face he decided to take a giant leap towards a sexual harassment suit. She just stared waiting to see what would happen. Her breath was erratic in the seconds it took her to register what could indeed be a step for them. She was frozen with fear and with a thrill of him touching her, as they had very rarely touched. If she spoke his name she was afraid he would stop or even proceed. Terrified of either outcome she just continued to breathe.

His hand gently squeezed right above her knee caught in a trance unable to pull away.

'I'm so sorry, Ruth,' lying. Not the least bit sorry. 'I don't know what's come over me.'

She replied, 'Don't be sorry, Harry.'

His apology brought her to meet his gaze. He spoke her name again, husky; with such hunger she could feel her name resonate inside her. Her eyes, dark despite their light blue pigment. He could see the desire. Though it could have been fear, he read it as the former. Lightly grazing his fingers up her leg feeling the smooth nylon under his skin. The hem of her skirt was the next obstacle. To go over would be the 'gentlemanly' thing to do with the impromptu exploration. Though he wasn't exactly feeling gentleman-like. To go under would be a whole other level. A level he wanted to explore. One that they wouldn't be able to ignore. Nor, he thought, they would want to. His eyes were on hers, their breath in sync. He was ready for her to stop him at any moment for the thrill to be quashed; for them to go back to the way they were before.

He dared to continue up the silken threads.

'So soft,' he whispers.

Her hand reached up to touch his face.

'Yes,' agreeing, wishing he was touching her skin and not just her stockings.
His face moved into her palm and turning his head, kissed it. His eyes sought out hers as his lips touched her skin. As he reached higher up her thigh. Her wish granted as his fingers reached the top of the lace of her hold up stockings and clasped suspenders.

More than pleasantly surprised he almost gasped in the feel of it. All the times he had fantasied about doing just this to her and it was becoming a reality.
A glint came to his eyes. He could feel her warm flesh, the heat coming from her skin was intoxicating.
Trying to find his lost voice, he spoke, 'Suspenders Ruth?' His finger curling under the elastic, pulling, teasing. 'What's the occasion?'

Seeing his reaction she became more confident.
She merely shrugged, 'On the off chance should the temptation strike.'

'A temptation indeed.'

Biting her lip she inhaled sharply as his hand splayed around her thigh, squeezing her flesh. His thumb then brushed against her knickers as she quickly started to unravel. Her hand grabbed at the front of his shirt pulling him closer to her. Everything then became electric.

'Harry.'

His name was all the assurance he needed. Grabbing her around up to her backside he pulled her onto his lap.

'Ruth,' growling, slipping his other hand under her skirt. Straddling him, her hands in his hair.

'Harry?' gasping

'I need you Ruth.'

'Yes.'

She slowly started to grind her hips into his lap feeling the tingles rush through her center. She could feel his excitement between her legs and she couldn't help but moan. Longing to feel his lips on hers. She took his face in her hands leaning down to taste his lips once and for all. Licking at them, urging them open. With no force necessary his tongue tangled with hers. Tasting so sweet. Her mouth watering as her jaw ached for more.

'Harry, I need to feel more,' thrusting up at hearing her words. His hands gently massaging her backside, helping with the steady rhythm of her hips.

'Yes, and you shall.'

Him knowing she was wet against his trousers. He moved his hands from underneath her skirt to her waist. Her hips stilled as he slid under her jumper seeking out her supple mounds. Finding her nipples, gently squeezes them. Craving to taste them and flick them with his tongue; nip them between his teeth. But he would have to make do with his fingers at the moment. He couldn't get enough of her.

'Ruth, what do you want me to do to you?'

Sighing, 'Make love to me, Harry. Please. I need you.'

'No,' he quickly continued. 'Not here.' He moved to her ear, kissing her, whispering, 'I want you comfortable in my bed. Where I can see all of you. Come home with me.'

'Yes.'

She got up straightening her skirt and top. He readjusted his manly-hood and they moved to the door. Before she had the chance to open it he spun her round.

'A little something before we hit the road,' kissing her hard pinning her against the door. His hand skillfully slipped beneath her skirt as his fingers quickly moved to the side the thin lacy knickers that were separating them from pure pleasure filling her sex. Clutching to him, gasping in pleasure. Her head swimming in bliss. She begged him through her moans clutching at his shoulders trying to claim some sense of grounding. She was ready to let go, to accept this gift from him. And he finally indulged her cries.

'Do you like this Ruth?'

Her breathy, 'Yes!' into his neck was her reply. He rewarded her with more of him. He loved feeling her quiver against his hand. Never thinking he would ever be able to indulge having her pinned to his office door.

'Good. Cause I'm not going to stop until you shout my name.' he sung in her ear.

'Don't ever stop. I want to stay like this forever.'

He moved his head back and caught her sleepy-like gaze. Her lids heavy, mouth parted. He could smell her sweet breath in his mouth. He wanted to see the ecstasy he was causing. He wanted to feel her come against his fingers. She was his now. He owned her body; she gave it willingly. He was going to do everything he pleased with her. Her body spasming against his magic touch. His fingers whirring inside her, bringing her to the edge of oblivion. She screamed out his name as she came collapsing against him. Sighing with pleasure, a laugh escaped, a contented smile on her lips.

'There's plenty more where that came from.'

'I can't wait for you to show me.'

Thanks for reading. If you liked it let me know. If properly encouraged I'll try to come up with more.