INTUITION

I tried to make a home out of you

"Well, Mrs. James, did you have a good day?"

Charles James turned to face his wife of ten hours. With all of the chaos and general business of the day, the newlyweds had finally escaped from the chorus of 'congratulations' the lips of their friends and family had been singing and were now in the comfort of their bedroom, marking their first night together in their new house.

Not that Molly Dawes and Charles were strangers to living together; they had inhabited his bachelor pad he had purchased for use in Bath when he was not required in his usual barracks. However, in order to make things official in the eyes of his ever so traditional mother, he and his new wife had bought themselves a lovely home on the outskirts of the city, meaning it was familiar for Charles and not too isolated for Molly's taste. As a whole, it was their dream home and one they could imagine themselves raising a family in together someday, army permitting.

For the first time that day, Charles felt like he was looking at his wife properly and was captivated by her beauty. Sitting on the edge of their king sized bed in her wedding dress, the dress's train lay like waves on the floor and, trailing his eyes up her body, the lace highlighted her curves perfectly while the full-length sleeves meant that a respectable amount of cleavage had been on offer for the guests. However, what enchanted him most was the shy smile on the face of his bride as she looked at herself in the mirror on the wall opposite their bed.

"I loved it, I really did," she giggled as her new husband sat himself down beside her, automatically pulling her closer to him in his arms and kissing the top of her head. "And I love you."

Her words were not without a look in her eyes that Charles had been trying to place since he had first cast eyes on her walking up the aisle in the Church his mother had insisted they decorate with leaves and candles. To their guests Molly appeared to be a typical bride - incredibly excited if not partly nervous - but to him, he could read her the way no other person ever could. She was insecure.

The corners of his mouth raised up in a smile and he moved his hands round her waist, meaning he was close enough that Molly could feel his breath on her face. "You look beautiful, my love." Her hands began to slowly remove his tie as he dotted her face with soft kisses, leaving a trail of goosebumps through her dress onto her body.

"You don't look so bad yourself!" She grinned, feeling the movements of his chest as he chuckled deeply and quietly to himself.

As his hands worked their way down the lace on the back of her dress, Molly looked up and was met with dark chocolate brown eyes that were looking at her with such an intensity and longing, most likely lust, that had left her stomach with an assembly of butterflies when the very same eyes had looked up at her while removing her garter in front of their reception of guests.

As he carefully untied the lace on the back of the dress that had at various points that day served as the catalyst for an embarrassing feeling in his groin, his hand ran up the side of her thigh slowly as he murmured, "I want to show you how beautiful you are, Molly James."

Before she knew it, he had pushed her down fully onto the bed without the safety of her wedding dress to stop her feeling exposed. She had been excited, and somewhat majorly embarrassed, at the skimpy yet classic white wedding lingerie she had been waiting to showcase under her dress and now, drinking in the sight of his wife in her lace corset-like nightwear, Charles was moaning into her mouth as their kiss deepened and the hardness he could feel between them grew.

"You. Are. So. Beautiful." He murmured with every kiss as his lips and hands explored the body he had come to know so well, nibbling at the soft skin behind her ear to make her catch her breath. "Trust me." He whispered as he met her green eyes before kissing his way down her body and slowly removing the lace material that made up her knickers with his teeth.

Where do you go when you go quiet?

A while later, both satisfied, Charles and Molly were lying in the dark in each other's arms. He planted lazy kisses all over Molly's head as she lay with her hand on his chest, moving her specially manicured fingers softly along the defined muscles of his chest.

"This is mad, ain't it?" She broke the comfortable silence, her voice quiet as she searched his face - he hadn't spoke a word since his hoarse murmurs of love and admiration as they brought each other to their own personal ecstasy.

"In what way?" He had an amused expression on his face while he rubbed his thumb up and down her tanned arm.

"You can't get rid of me now, can you? Who'd a' thought it?" She giggled and wore her trademark mischievous look masked by a hint of innocence. However, this quickly changed to doubt when Charles simply smiled. "I mean, if you really want to you can like, but I really wouldn't want you to... an' maybe when we 'av kids n that we'll get proper cranky with each other like my old man did with my mam and then I wouldn't blame you like but..."

She was broken off by a tender kiss onto her lips, lips that were somewhat sore from the intensity of their previous session coupled with the slight discomfort of his new light layer of stubble that had gradually appeared throughout the long day. "Molly, shut the fuck up." He laughed heartily and, seeing her self-doubt, softened his voice and moved his body so he was above her.

"I could never get tired of you, sweetheart. That's why I put a ring on your finger!" He lifted up her left hand and brushed his lips along her knuckles gently.

"But am just sayin' like I wouldn't blame you or nought but I wouldn't want you to go."

"I'm not going anywhere," He moved up her body again and began to nibble on the sensitive spot of her neck, a place that Molly was sure he had already marked earlier in the night. "I love you."

"I love you too, bossman." Once again she was breathless as his hands caressed her naked body. Realising what her husband's intentions were, she half-heartedly whispered, "We have to get up early in the mornin' for our flight!"

Charles groaned against her neck before she felt him smile against her. Glancing up, he had a gloriously wicked look in his eyes.

"Who cares, you're my wife now aren't you?"

Molly laughed and surrendered to her second experience of paradise that night, involuntarily leaning her body into the warm touch of his wandering hands.

What luck? What a fucking curse.

Marital bliss would not be a term to define their first two months of marriage as, one week after returning from their honeymoon in Hawaii, Charles had been deployed to Iraq on an operation carrying the hypothesis of preventing the expansion of ISIS' territory and reclaiming what was now theirs. Now a Major in the British Army having been promoted in a bid to remove any thoughts he had to withdraw his commission following his fatal last tour in Afghanistan with Two Section, Charles was now responsible for the officers of the sections under his command in Iraq and was given specific instructions to keep an eye on Three Section, a bunch of lads on their first tour outside of the United Kingdom. It hadn't skipped Molly's attention that he had referred to his new section as a 'bunch of cockwombles' who wouldn't know England from Scotland on a map.

Two painful and lonely weeks after Charles was deployed, Lance Corporal Molly James was informed that herself and Two Section would also be deployed to Iraq on a similar mission. However, their base was to be twenty miles north from that of Major James.

Just thirty minutes before landing and after a lengthy transaction with his superiors, Captain Kinders made an announcement to the excited section of soldiers he had come to love as family. "TWO SECTION! Listen up! Change of plan. Due to unforeseen circumstances, the base we were to operate from has been evacuated and declared unsafe after it was breeched by insurgents overnight, resulting in the loss of 10 soldiers. I'm afraid the flight will be slightly longer, lads!" His announcement was met by a groan from Two Section, bored out of their minds from being on the aircraft. As reliably told by Fingers, it was confirmed to Molly that there was only so many games of 'Eye Spy' the lads could play in an environment that had no decoration, lacked adequate windows and had been inhabited by the same restless group of soldiers since it had left Brize Norton what seemed like days ago.

"Where we goin' now, Kinders?" Shouted Mansfield Mike, chucking his book down in frustration.

"Camp Palisade."

Molly knew those words. Camp Palisade. Surely they wouldn't be stationed in the same base as Charles ...? For one, it's against regulations for a married couple to be together on tour. Before she knew it, Kinders had sat down beside her and was requesting her attention.

Her conversation with him was relatively short, with Molly sensing and somewhat finding humour his awkward discomfort at explaining to her the finer details of marital relationships in the army. Having reassured Kinders that she would not share a bed with her husband for the duration of the operation and, no, she would not shag him for that matter, Kinders had nodded and walked back to his seat at the head of the aircraft container, putting his headphones in and ignoring the familiar banter of Two Section.

However, Molly soon had her own comforting feeling of familiarity. Who the fuck did the army think she was? Of course she was professional, even if she would be lying if she said she had portrayed only complete respect for authority, but the thought of seeing her husband after months apart had created a nervous excitement that Molly could only place back to just before Dave had walked her up the aisle to hold hands with Major Charles James and begin their new lives together, a life she had so desperately craved in the time since his departure to his own definition of hell.

Over an hour later, after their induction to Camp Palisade and saluting their superiors, Two Section had been dismissed to find their sleeping area but Molly was on a completely different mission.

Having found the quarters seemingly quicker than the likes of Nude Nut and Co, she sped up her pace in search of her true home.

Running past various people, some of which she recognised from her training and her previous tour in Afghanistan, it wasn't long before she stopped in her tracks and caught her breath, a feeling that was becoming a habit every time she saw her husband.

Standing fifty metres from her was a tall dark handsome man, his combats fitting him perfectly as he stood with his hands on his hips with a serious expression on his face as he talked to a female soldier, a woman Molly assumed was getting a bollocking for whatever 'fuckmuppetry' Three Section had been up to in the opening hours of that day. Questioning whether she had misjudged her own actions, she soon felt a pair of chocolate brown eyes looking into hers over the sand track she had planted her boots into.

Charles James' face broke into a massive grin which was matched by the expression on his wife's face before he dismissed the soldier he was talking to, telling her that he'd catch her later. Without looking at who was watching around them in the busy camp, they began to run to each other before Molly arrived in his arms.

He picked the small frame of his wife up in his arms and span her round, the unmistakable giggle coming from his wife's gleeful grin not being missed on him and reminding him of home. Their home.

Feeling dizzy, he slid her slowly down his body and pulled her into the tent beside them before kissing her tenderly in his embrace, longing to make up for the time they had spent apart.

"Hello you." He breathed, his hands cupping her face with an expression that reminded Molly of a few years ago when he had comforted her in an empty hospital room after Sohail had died, a period in her life that seemed so very long ago.

As he moved his lips back to hers, Charles suddenly felt something he had been missing since he had arrived in Iraq. Although he knew how dangerous this operation was - he had just received intelligence that revealed to him just how terrorising the next few months would be - he felt comfort in knowing one thing.

Forget the rules and regulations that he knew would ensure that Molly and him would be kept apart as much as possible, and rightly so given the seriousness of their jobs, he was sure that her presence would still be an incredible blanket of safety to him emotionally as he prepared to face his demons of being back in situations that had almost cost him his life, a battle he had not shared with anyone around him. However, Molly was here.

And they'd face their troubles together.

Hey Guys!

Guess who has caught the writing bug again? After months of school and exams (I just finished my first year of A Levels!), I've missed being able to write and create stories inside my head that I can share with you all. This is a story inspired by a short movie called Lemonade by Beyoncé. However, you don't need to be a fan of hers or have watched it in order for this story to be read and make sense. In short, it is a story of sadness, salvation and hope that can be interpreted and related to in so many ways. In this interpretation, the solidness of the foundations of the relationship between our two favourite characters is tested in the most tragic way and, although unrealistic and certainly against regulations, they have to fight to prove their strength.

If you have read my other stories/one-shots, you will know that I write fluff. However, I am now going to push myself to write something full of angst and uncertainty - wish me luck! I sincerely hope you enjoy this and join me for a journey that, in terms of the film, means so much to me personally in a whole other different way.

I love you all and thank you for any support you have given me previously and continue to do so. I hope you can give me another chance and welcome me back into the Our Girl community that I love and missed so terribly much.

If you enjoy this, please leave a review so I know whether to continue. I have every chapter planned already and I hope you all stick around to read it and, hopefully, enjoy it!

Love always,

Sarah x