A/N This chapter is part of the FF Our Girl story That's an Order (chapter 10). This chapter is over here because the characters have got a bit naughty recently and it had to be rated for adult content! If you are looking for chapters 1-8, they are on the main page of the Our Girl FF site. Sorry for any confusion, I hope you enjoy it.

Charles couldn't quite believe he'd just ordered Molly to strip. Just an hour ago he'd made up his mind not to think about a future with Molly until after the reunion. He'd headed back to his room for a cold shower, determined to stay away from her. Then she'd appeared in his doorway in a little pair of sexy jeans and a white T Shirt, strands of damp hair curling around her shoulders and his firm resolve had flown out of the window. He'd looked down at her stolen watch and all he could think of as he reread her Nan's crazy inscription was, this is the time to love. Christ! He should stop it now before it went too far.

He watched Molly lift her T Shirt over her head and then hesitate, suddenly looking shy.

He was dimly conscious he shouldn't be playing this particular game. In the past, as her CO, he'd legitimately given her many orders, which she'd unquestionably obeyed. And as a result there had always been something uneven between them that lingered on in their relationship even after he'd resigned from the army. He'd always felt uncomfortable about that dynamic so why was he reviving it now?

She turned around, towards the window and lifted the T Shirt over her head, revealing a lacy, white bra.

He struggled to stop himself from taking it any further and found he couldn't:

"Now your bra."

She stretched her hands round her back to unclip it and it fell unwanted to the floor.

She still had her back to him, but it didn't matter. Charles could see her reflected in the full-length mirror on the wall. She wasn't aware of it. She was looking at the floor. He guessed from the saucy, secret smile that played around her mouth that she was enjoying their game. He looked at her breasts, swollen just as he remembered and knowing how much she liked it, he longed to capture a nipple in his mouth.

Glancing up she found his reflection watching her intensely in the mirror and she decided it was her turn to play with him. Slowly she unzipped her jeans, sliding them bit by bit over her legs. He watched her step out of them, slowly, oh so agonisingly slowly and felt himself tighten again as she turned round to face him wearing just a thin scrap of white lace.

He drank in the exquisite sight as she stood watching him. There was something joyful about her, some veiled sentiment reflected in her eyes that he couldn't quite fathom and for a time they gazed at each other as if overwhelmed by the enormity of it all.

A shaft of late afternoon sun bathed her body in a golden light and he whistled softly. She was unbelievable, more beautiful than he remembered, somehow. Her body had changed. In the intervening years she had lost some of her youthful curves and now she was taught and athletic. She was supremely fit and he found that incredibly erotic.

There was a knock at the door. Brains called out: "Are you there, Charles?"

Charles didn't answer, his eyes still on Molly's. She remained silent, complicit in desire.

Brains spoke again, "We're walking down to a pub on the coastal path called The White Hart if you want to join us."

Another door opened in the corridor and Kinders spoke into the silence: "Are you looking for the Boss? I can't find Molly either. She's not in her room but she can't be far; I rang her phone outside her door and I heard it ringing inside."

"If they're both missing maybe they're together somewhere." Brains' voice was thoughtful. "Come on. Let's text them on the way and hope they've either gone ahead or will turn up later."

Molly listened to their footsteps fade into silence. Doubt began to form: "Bossman, I don't think…" she whispered.

"No," he broke in: "Don't think. Don't talk. Don't complicate things. Don't spoil it by dredging up the past or troubling about the future. Let's just enjoy these glorious moments together." He put his hands on her shoulders and brushed his mouth against her neck, his tongue finding the sensitive spots he knew she loved him touching. "And don't stop undressing either," he whispered, his lips tickling the soft skin behind her ear. "I need to see you naked, beautiful, just the way I remember you."

She felt his stiff cock pressing behind her and she longed to pull the sarong away and brush herself against him. But he caught her first, his fingers dropping to her hips and sliding beneath her pants.

She gasped as he found her opening and slid a long finger inside her. He whispered in her ear: "So wet for me Dawes?" His tone was challenging, but she could tell he was smiling.

"Well what do you expect if you come to the door wearing nothing but a sarong" She paused and added coquettishly: "Sir?"

She felt him laugh, a warm breath on her neck and then he turned his attention to her ear, lightly nibbling the lobe while his finger stirred inside her.

It was almost too much to take. She couldn't stop herself moving her hips, gliding against his hand. It was a relief when his thumb found her clit and started a slow circling.

The pleasure was becoming unbearable. She arched against him: "Oh God, don't stop, don't stop!" she demanded. Reaching behind, her fingers found his sarong and pulled it away, desperate to feel the length of his cock against her skin. He growled with pleasure as she brushed her hip against it.

"Now, now, I need you inside me now," she begged as she tugged off her knickers and brazenly slid his stiff cock between her damp thighs.

But Charles had no intention of giving her that satisfaction… yet. He wanted to savour her slowly, watch her ecstasy build as he brought her to ever, greater pleasures. If he didn't, he'd be lost within her in seconds. Agonisingly, he managed to pull away from her and turned her around so he could see her properly.

Her eyelids fluttered open as she felt him move away. "What? Oh God, don't, please."

"Dawes, I'm going to make you wait out." His voice was teasing, as he dropped a light feather of kisses on the ridge of her collarbone. "It's been too long. I need to discover you again." He knelt in front of her, sweeping his tongue over her breast. It was so achingly close to her nipple that she moaned when he deliberately avoided it.

"I want to explore every inch of your delicious body." At last he took her nipple lightly between his teeth, circling it with his tongue before moving downwards to feather more kisses over the slight swell of her stomach.

Molly could barely stand. Her legs were trembling and she steadied herself the only way she knew how, weaving her fingers through the kinks in his hair.

For long, restless moments he just slid his fingers up and down her legs. He teased her again, arching his tongue on the soft skin of her trembling thighs, leaving an aching, damp trail. His mouth was so tantalisingly close that she could feel his breath warm her. She moaned with delight and anticipation as he kissed her at the edge of her lips and feathered a tongue down, between them.

Reaching to grasp her buttocks he drew her into his mouth. She arched her back as small darts of pleasure rippled through her and moaned again as he found her tiny, exquisite centre. His cock stiffened as he made the sweet discovery, first circling with his tongue, then sucking her softly. She was utterly delectable, just as he remembered.

He trailed his tongue downwards and nudged it inside her. Moments later, he returned to her clit for a few delicious seconds and then trailed down again, initiating an agonising rhythm that was driving her wild. "I can't bear it," thought Molly, gripping his hair, as she came into his mouth, crying out at the intense pleasure that crashed over her. He continued to devour her, extending the exquisite moment until she couldn't take any more. She was still shaking with the intensity of it as he lifted her onto his bed and lay down on top of her.

Her eyes were still closed in intense rapture when she felt his cock nudging between her thighs so she lifted her hips to invite him in.

"Molly… Molly," he whispered her name and she opened her eyes to find him watching her. She smiled back at him, mesmerised by his beauty. His eyes never left hers as he slid his cock slowly into her. She'd forgotten how large he was and how satisfyingly he filled her.

"Is it okay?" he whispered pulling a stray strand of hair from her face.

She found it difficult to speak: "Beautiful. I'd forgotten how amazing."

His mouth curved in a jubilant smile and he leaned down to capture a nipple in his mouth as he began to move languidly inside her. They were small strokes at first, but as the intensity built between them he began to glide longer along her length, leaving her half empty, then filling her up again.

With an effort he withdrew completely, teasing her with the very tip of his cock and watching her moan in pleasure. As he drove his whole length back into her she clenched her muscles tightly around him and he groaned in turn, almost losing himself in the tempting joy of her tightness.

He moved more urgently now and she grasped his hips and pulled him tightly towards her. He was losing control as he ground himself harder and deeper into her.

Fuck, it was good between them. He'd forgotten just how good.

She squeezed again and suddenly he exploded inside her, breathing out her name, over and over. He was lost in a pleasure so intense he only just became aware of her gliding under him. Through another wave of passion he realised she was on the point of ecstasy. To help her, he stroked his thumb over her clit, and she shuddered into another sweet, exquisite orgasm.

Afterwards they lay ecstatic, exhausted in each other's arms. There were no words. He was right. No questions, explanations or declarations could have made this moment better. There was just the two of them, stretching languorously, rediscovering their bodies, as they came down from shared rapture.

His phone buzzed to life with a message. He pulled his arm from underneath her and rolled over to look at it. "It's Kinders. He wants to know where we are." He tapped a return message and sent it, and as an afterthought, read it aloud.

"Molly's with me. See you later, maybe."

"Well, they're going to have a bleeding field day with that message for sure."

He felt an irrational burst of anger that she still wanted to deny him, when all he wanted to do was tell everyone how much he wanted her. He said moodily: "I don't care what they think. Let them gossip. I'm no longer your boss, why are you so afraid?"

She recoiled from his sharp response. Their fragile rapport was broken. He'd ruptured it. Now more angry with himself, he left the bed and stalked towards the bathroom. "I'm sick of worrying about what superior officers, lovesick privates and interfering mothers might think about us" he shot back, unable to control his anger.

She wrapped a towel round herself and followed him to the bathroom door. "What do you mean, 'interfering mothers'?"

He had his back to her. "Nothing."

"But, hang on a minute, whose…?"

"No-one," he interrupted harshly. "I don't want to talk about it. I told you it was better if we didn't speak."

He looked up at her in the mirror and saw he was hurting her. Somehow he managed to reign in his fury and came over to drop a kiss on the top of her unwilling head.

"Molly, I liked what just happened between us. It felt bloody amazing. I don't want to spoil it by arguing with you. And every time we talk we always seem to argue. So let's not talk. If the idea of people talking about us bothers you then go and have a shower and meet me downstairs in 15 minutes. Then we'll walk down to this pub as friends and silence any wagging tongues. "

She was still searching for an answer, but he had no intention of blowing it all open now. He turned on the shower and stepped underneath it to show that as far as he was concerned the subject was closed.

"Piss off Dawsey," he added, with a grin. "Or I'll have to make love to you again, and it was so fucking fantastic just now I don't think I could get it up straight away."

A/n Thank you to everyone who has followed That's an Order over to the smutty side and continued with the story. Your comments, likes and favourites are always such a joy to receive and really helpful to read again when I am struggling over the next chapter!