This story is based on the characters of Two Section, all of whom belong entirely to the imagination of Tony Grounds and the good sense of the BBC for airing the wonderful Our Girl. Other characters and events are mine and I hope you enjoy them.

Life After Afghan

Chapter 1

Charles sat at the kitchen table, flicking through the news on his iPad, letting his mind wander as he sipped his coffee. Could it really be nearly three years since they had deployed to Afghan? Sometimes it felt much longer and others like only yesterday. He heard the sound of feet in the hallway and the letter box click and a smile crossed his face. She was up at last and it was only 9:45, an improvement on yesterday. What would her mood be this morning? Molly's mood had become very unpredictable in the past five months, some mornings she was little Miss Sunshine and others she could give the worst member of the Taliban a run for their money. Should he greet her with a smile or just keep his head down until he knew how it was going to go? Head down was the safest bet, he had learned the hard way that a happy 'good morning sweetheart' could trigger a long tirade about what could possibly be good about a morning when yet another item of clothing no longer fit, every movement induced nausea, and once upright, vomiting of epic proportions. Oh, and yes, it was all his fault!

So, keeping his head down, he took a sideways glance as his wife as she came through the kitchen door waving an envelope in her hand. 'It's arrived,' she said as she placed it next to him and moved off to make herself her first cup of tea of the day. Glancing quickly at the envelope he left it lying on the table and allowed his gaze to follow the petite figure of his wife. Molly was five months pregnant and he couldn't keep his eyes, or hands, off her. From the first time he saw her she had a profound effect on certain parts of his body, parts that started to stir now as she came to stand next to him

Initially he'd been able to control himself, the army expected it after all, but it became more and more difficult as their time in Afghanistan progressed and they became more familiar with each other. Their first time together after his discharge from hospital had been amazing but far too brief, leaving him frustrated and desperate for more. Smurf's death and Molly's return to Afghan had delayed further intimacy for four months and it wasn't until she arrived unexpectedly on his parents' doorstep that they were finally able to show each other exactly how they felt.

Charles smiled, his eyes glazing over as he rubbed his thumb over his lips and began to remember that day. He'd been sorting out the garden shed, the only thing to keep him busy on a dull rainy day and had just nipped in for some more rubbish bags when he heard the knock at the door. His parents were up in Edinburgh with Sam, visiting his grandmother so he was alone in the house. Sighing he opened the door, prepared to give whoever was there the brush off so he could get back to his task. He'd felt his heart stutter to a stop and then jump into his mouth as he saw her standing there, his groin tightening as he looked down at her grinning face. No sooner was she through the door than he was hugging her to him and heading for the stairs, the door slowly closing behind them. Once in his bedroom, clothes were rapidly discarded and what became one of his favourite memories started.

Molly fell back to the bed taking him with her, arms and legs wrapped around each other, lips locked together. She giggled as he wriggled on top of her to get more comfortable and to ensure he wasn't too heavy for her, 'Yep, I think I can safely say you missed me.', she said as she felt his arousal against her thigh. It had only taken a look from those beautiful green eyes to get him harder than he'd ever been in his life and if he wasn't careful, he was going to make a complete fool of himself and this would be over all too soon. Still keeping her in his arms, he eased his body slightly away from her, he wanted her to enjoy this as much as he knew he was going to. Not taking his eyes from her, he slowly moved his hand to stroke gently down her right side, pausing at the curve of her hip and on to her thigh before slowly moving back up to caress her right breast, bringing her nipple to immediate attention before heading across to the other breast. Leaning in to kiss her lips, he moved himself above her and began to kiss along the same journey his hand had taken before, first down and then tortuously slowly back up to her breast, this time taking her pert nipple into his mouth. Molly groaned softly as he sucked and licked her nipple, arousing her with such a small act. She could feel her body's response and squeezed her thighs together to try to delay the inevitable. Charles in turn chuckled, watching her eyes glaze over as his hand moved slowly south again towards it ultimate goal, sliding smoothly between the warm plump folds. 'God she's so wet and ready', he thought but he wasn't ready yet to take that final step, instead kissing down from her breast, across her ribcage and down to her belly button. 'Please', Molly begged as she began to squirm under his administrations but he just glanced up, smirked and continued his journey, all the while kissing along her body, as his fingers moved nearer and nearer to her core, gently caressing her clitoris as he eased a finger into her. Molly jerked at the feel of such an intimate action, trying to catch his hand, not knowing whether she wanted him to stop or push further in to her. It had been four long months without this and she wasn't sure she could take this for long without exploding.

Sensing her need, Charles moved down, replacing his fingers with his mouth, licking forcefully across her swollen bud, bringing another shudder from Molly as she tried, unsuccessfully, to hang on to her sanity. One more lick of his tongue and she came apart with a loud wail. Charles knew he could bring her to orgasm this way over and over again but his own need was now becoming painful. He moved up the bed until he was once again level with Molly's face. He kissed her gently encouraging her lips to open for his, deepening the kiss as he carefully eased his erection into her, slowly at first, gliding in and out, teasing both of them until Molly took the initiative, clasping her legs around his back and slamming herself in to him. Her movements encouraged his rhythm as they rocked together, in and out, the friction growing. Charles could feel the tension building inside her and felt his own body respond as her muscles contracted around him bringing them both to climax at the same time. Collapsing on the bed next to her, he gave her the biggest grin and pulled her into his arms, settling her on his heaving chest.

They lay together for the rest of the afternoon wrapped around each other, gently touching and talking, catching up on the happenings of the past three months whilst Molly was away on tour, making love and enjoying being together at last.

'You opening that letter or what?' Her voice brought him out of his reverie and he smiled up at her. Taking her hand, he pulled her down on to his lap for a kiss, pulling her in close to him. The memories had aroused him and he really needed her NOW! Standing up he lifted her to the edge of the table, gently parting her thighs and moving between them. He couldn't help grinning at the look or shock on her face. 'Charles, the letter!' she gasped as he eased his hands under the loose top she wore, knowing exactly where he wanted his hands to be, and it wasn't opening a bloody letter, that could wait. Her boobs had almost doubled in size he thought as he ran his hands over her, tweaking her already erect nipples, making her gasp. Molly started to giggle at the look of concentration on his face as he searched for the clasp of her bra round her back. Not finding it he tried the front but still no joy changing his expression to one of confusion and then it dawned on him, 'Argh, not one of those pull on things? Are you trying to kill me woman?' He pulled both her top and bra up over her head and stepped back to admire the view. Her stomach was gently rounded and so smooth, just looking at her pregnant belly was so erotic and he knew he would never be able to get enough of her.

He eased down her maternity pants and undies and softly ran his hands down over the mound that was their child, bending down to kiss the taut skin. He could see by the look in her eyes that she too was aroused and ready for him so he quickly dropped his pants, freed his already erect penis from his boxers and stepped forward again between her legs, sliding her forward on the table so he could ease into her. Molly propped herself back on her elbows to give him easier access whilst still being able to watch as he slid back and forth into her. He knew it had only been a few hours since they had made love upstairs but she was so sexy and inviting, he just couldn't resist. Charles could have stayed like this forever but he knew Molly would soon get uncomfortable so he slid his hand down between them, circling her clitoris with his thumb. Molly shuddered and let out a loud moan as she reached her release, encouraging him to push harder and faster into her, moving his hands from her hips up to her breasts. She could feel him getting closer and pushed her hips forward, lifting her legs up and round his waist. Charles jerked, his legs trembling as he came, and leaned forward to kiss, wrapping his arms around her and taking her back down on to his lap as he dropped down on to the chair behind him. They were both fighting for breath as they sat grinning at each other. 'Well, that's one way to liven up breakfast,' she said, 'Certainly beats sharing my coco pops.'

As they pulled their clothes back on, Molly once again pointed to the letter on the table. 'Now are you going to open it?' she asked impatiently. Charles just laughed, he knew exactly what was in the letter and he enjoyed tormenting her. 'In a minute when I've finished my coffee.' But Molly had had enough. 'Fuck that,' she said, snatching the letter from the table, tearing the envelope open and pulling out the letter. She scanned the contents, gave a mixed smile of happiness and sadness and burst into tears. 'She's coming', she said.