WADING THROUGH QUICKSAND
This has been a too long return for these characters. I have been missing their chemistry and don't feel the new characters quite reach my heart as Molly and Bossman's relationship. I have been working on something separate to this and would like to share if I can work out how to add the link when I next update. Thanks again to Tony Grounds and the BBC for this special couple. Please enjoy. xx
CHAPTER 1
Stretching out her leg slowly she found her target, a warm, long muscled leg slid around to trap her and a strong arm reached and pulled her close. She purred with pleasure, turning her face slowly, warm lips descended. She gasped with their urgency and he went in deep.
Molly wriggled round further so she would have body to body contact with her Bossman. Her hands slid through his thick hair and pulled him down harder. He growled and drew her even closer, difficult to know where they each started as they were so intimately entwined.
Lips moved to caress her ear as she tilted her head for better access. "Good morning my Dawesy." She smiled at his deep sexy drawl. Knowing he was hers meant everyday was a fairytale even the crap ones.
"That's Mrs James to you." He answered by capturing her lips and teasing her mercilessly.
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Charles James knew he was his own worst enemy with thoughts like this. On operational duty and remembering erotic thoughts about your wife was not good for your mind, never mind another piece of anatomy. He knew whether he was right beside his wife or thousands of miles apart, his mind was always thinking about when and what they would be doing when they were alone. He had been in love with Molly Dawes James for a long time and he never forgot how lucky he was that she was his.
She was a cheeky imp but he knew everyone fell hard when they met her. She often said the wrong thing and she had her own brand of cockney dialect, but she was loyal, strong and the bravest person he knew. Molly had brought a light back into his life that he had not been aware he had been missing but knew he would be broken if it was ever taken away.
This tour was playing with his mind and he could not get his head in the game. This was so very dangerous as his section needed him focused and ready to lead at all times. His mind had been distracted ever since the last conversation with Molly. He shook his head, got up from his bunk and headed into the ops tent. Work was always a panacea and would be able to help him focus.
This mission was dangerous and he needed to be prepared and prepared again to cover all scenarios. The SAS were leading the mission and he knew Elvis would be focused, but he also knew that Elvis was a risk taker. Fine to take risks with your own safety but two section were his responsibility and he needed to make sure that he brought all of them home safely. This had been his plan on every tour and he was not about to change that now. "James get your head out of your arse and focus." Molly would laugh if she could hear him now as she thought it was funny when alone he had a spoken dialogue with himself.
"Boss. Think you might gonna need to go and see someone?" His stern Captain face only made her laugh even more. At times like this he had not seen the humour and usually threatened to put her on a charge. Briefing at 0500 and he was as prepared as he could be and needed to get his head down as tomorrow was going to be a busy day.
