My first fiction I've chosen to post on here. Chapters will vary in length and will be updated as often as I can. I really appreciate any feedback and reviews. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I am enjoying writing it.

Chapter 1:

The wind whipped Georgie's dark hair around her face as she marched briskly up the hill, trying her best not to get her heels caught in the street's cobbles. Why she never thought to get a taxi, she'll never know. Her phone vibrated in her bag and Georgie pulled it out to read the screen quickly:

Hurry the fuck up G. I'm freezing my tits off out here!

Despite her rushing, a smile teased the corner of Georgie's lips. Typical Molly, straight to the point and full of obscenities. Eventually Georgie reached her destination 'The Royal Crescent Hotel' and found her friend waiting outside, hopping up and down in an attempt to warm herself.

"About fucking time," Molly declared, as they embraced in greeting. The well-dressed, elderly couple passing by shared a look of horror between them. Clearly not the type of place that heard such language but Molly didn't even notice.
"Sorry Moll, I didn't think it would be such a mission from where the taxi dropped me off. Where's Boss?"
"Inside here." Molly replied, jerking her head toward the building, "He's taken me to a fair few of these posh-looking places but not this one. I think the bar's inside. How are you anyway? How long are you back for this time G?"
Georgie exhaled as they walked through the glass front door together and headed towards the bar area. The standard 'work' question, always easier to get out of the way early on.

"I've been back home in Manchester since the beginning of the month. My parents are absolutely loving the full house, my sisters not so much. Bathroom dramas." She declared, mimicking cat claws at her friend.

They entered another set of glass door and stepped into a room of cosy, leather booths and a round bar in the middle of the room, adorned with crystal chandeliers. So Charles, thought Georgie.

"Seriously though," Molly said as she placed her bag on the bar surface and signalled for a bartender, "What did you think of Afghan…complete mind fuck?"

"Two large white wines please." Georgie turned to her friend and shrugged, "I didn't have the full Afghan experience like you. But I wasn't out there long enough mate."

"So no experiences with any shady Taliban then?" Molly asked. They took their glasses of wine in hand and clinked them together in a casual toast. After taking a long sip in thought, Georgie shrugged her shoulders,

"I was pretty much based around camp, training with the soldiers out there. You know what they're like. Too enthusiastic about the job still. I did come across a bit of a shady character in the form of a persistent douche bag."

Molly laughed, "what section?" she enquired - having been in a relationship with Charles for almost three years now, an Officer known to many and respected by all, she had met many men of the military, all ranks and all walks of life.

Georgie bit her bottom lip hesitantly before answering, "Special Forces."

"Someone was looking for a little Afghan romance, were they G? Was he fit? Obviously not as handsome as my Charlie." Now it was Georgie's turn to chuckle. No one came close to Molly's 'Boss Man.' Having worked with Charles several times now since qualifying in her training, Georgie held the upmost respect for him, of course. But she also couldn't deny his handsome looks and Englishman charm. Most probably wouldn't put Charles and Molly together but it was clear to everyone why they fell for each other.

"He was fit, I guess. But with his great ego taking up most of our camp, there wasn't a lot of room for any of his attractive features to show through."

Thinking back, she could still remember the last time they both spoke. A day before they were both to head back. Asking her to go out once they returned to England. Finding her rules of dating army guys a ridiculous notion. The deletion of a certain text to a current 'bit on the side' in front of her to make a point was both bolshie but unimpressive. Georgie had high standards and that came across in work and play. She wasn't afraid to admit that. Yes, he was good looking in an arrogant sort of way and was good at his job but that was as far as it went.

Georgie and Molly were finally interrupted by the arrival of Molly's partner, Charles James.

"Ladies…" They both turned to the familiar, softly spoken voice of the Captain. He stood at least a head taller than both of them. He wore a soft, denim shirt and smart, casual grey trousers. He grinned at Georgie,

"Lane," he nodded at her in greeting, referring to her by her surname. His smile widened as he met Molly's curious gaze. "Sorry for the late arrival my love, although I can't quite take the blame for my tardiness, you know how it's not quite my form."

"I did begin to wonder. Then why Charles? You text me to say you were leaving your Mum's about two hours ago!" Charles pursed his lips together, patiently waiting for Molly to finish speaking. He knew how much she hated being interrupted and she equally always had a lot to say.

"So I bumped into an old friend of mine. He's in the city for the weekend and I thought why not bring him along tonight?" Charles looked at Molly as he said this, his eyes quietly pleading with her to hold off on the objections for now and play along. Molly turned to look at Georgie and shrugged,

"The more the merrier, hey G?"

But Georgie was staring behind Molly at somebody who had just caught her eye. White t shirt, black leather jacket, navy jeans, cradling two, long pints of Peroni. Charles walked around Molly to stand next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder,

"Molly, Lane, this is-"

"Elvis!?" Georgie blurted out in surprise.