I'm Happy Just to Dance with You

Charles' eyes followed Molly's frantic movements as he watched her rush around the kitchen trying to get ready for work. She needed to catch the train back to barricks and she was already running late. There was something different about her this morning though. He just couldn't put his finger on what it was. His eyes roved over her body from top to toe starting at her head and working his way down her body. Her hair was in a neat bun, not a strand out of place, her beret was on straight, tilted just so. Her crisp uniform was freshly washed and ironed, her epaulets aligned perfectly and not a crease was out of place. His eyes moved down to come to rest at her feet. Ahhh there it was.

"Umm Dawesy? I didn't realise 4inch heels were now regulation. You do know I was only joking about you doing PT in your stilettoes right?" Molly stared down at her feet in confusion. Charles couldn't help but chuckle as he watched her eyes widen comically when she noticed her feet were enclosed in her wedding shoes and not her regulation combat boots. "Oh bollocks! I forgot I was wearing 'em. I'm meant to be breakin' em in before the big day. Think I can get away with wearin' me boots?" Charles laughed as her Cockney accent became more pronounced, something that only happened when she was stressed or excited. He handed her the shoe box, and watched as she carefully wrapped the heels in the delicate tissue paper. "I doubt our mums would let you to be fair but by all means, you're welcome to try." Molly stuck her tongue out at Charles' smirk as she hopped around the kitchen trying to wrestle her feet into her boots. They both knew hell would freeze over before either Belinda or Margaret let Molly get within an inch of the alter wearing her combat boots. Glancing at the clock Molly gave a squeak as she saw the time. "Shit! Now I'm really late. I'll see you later. Good luck with the meeting." Dropping a quick kiss on Charles' lips she dashed out the door. "Don't forget our dance le…." Charles winced as the front door slammed shut, cutting off his reply.

When Charles walked through the door, some hours later, the house was quiet; A rare feat when both Molly and Sam were in residence. Since their first meeting shortly after she had returned from Afghan a second time the two had gotten on like a house on fire. They were now as thick as thieves, always pulling pranks and causing no end of mischief when they were together. Although they drove him mad, Charles wouldn't have it any other way. Though tough in the beginning, he was proud of the progress they had all made and was forever grateful that he and Rebecca had remained amicable after their breakup. She, along with the rest of the mad, slightly dysfunctional rabble he called a family, had welcomed Molly into the fold with open arms. Initially thankful that she had saved his life, they were soon won over by her sparkling wit and Cockney charm and treated her like she was one of their own. For that, he was eternally grateful.

"Hello?" When he received no reply he moved along the hall to the living room, hearing the infectious laughter of his son and fiancé. Poking his head around the door he couldn't stop the grin forming on his face as he lent against the door frame and watched the scene in front of him.

Molly was slowly leading Sam around the living room as they practised dancing a basic waltz box step. Sam, ever the keen and eager soldier, was counting the steps and watching to make sure Molly's feet were moving in time under his own as she guided them both through the movements of the dance. "1, 2, 3, 4….No Molls! Move your right foot back first, then step to the side on your left foot, not your right." Sam giggled as Molly continued to move her feet in the wrong places. "Well I told you I had two left feet mate. We've been doing this for ages an' I still ain't got a Scooby how this works. I think we might gunna need a breather." Molly complained as she returned her feet to the starting position.

"Scooby Doo, where are you, we've got some work to do now!" Sam sang to himself with a cheeky grin as he gestured Molly back to the start. "Oi, cheeky Monkey less of that thank you!" Molly glared mockingly at Sam whilst reaching out to tickle his ribs, sending him into a fit of giggles. It was then that Charles decided to make his presence known.

"Mind if I cut in Scamp? I wouldn't want to miss the chance to dance with little Miss Twinkletoes here!" Charles mocked as he dropped a quick kiss on Molly's cheek whilst dodging the swipe she took at his head. "How about I show you how it's done?" Sam nodded eagerly and stepped carefully off Molly's feet, retreating to the safety of the sofa as Charles swept Molly up into his arms.

"Ok Dawes. The mission is simple. Stay focused. Stay alert. Stay alive," Charles joked as he gently guided Molly around the room.

"And keep your toes intact Dad," Sam added, an identical cheeky grin lighting up his face as Molly poked her tongue out at Sam as she spun past.

"Oi! Not all of us were made to take ballroom lessons you know," Molly muttered under her breathe as she focused her eyes on her feet. Charles grinned wickedly, knowing full well how riled she was getting.

"What can I say Dawes, I'm gifted."

"Yeah gifted at being a pain in my arse you mean," Molly grumbled. Charles didn't reply. Instead he pulled Molly closer and whispered in her ear. "Close your eyes."

"What?"

"Close your eyes. Don't think too much. Relax and just follow my lead." Molly sighed as she did as he asked. As she focused on her breathing, the rest of the world seemed to disappear around her. All she was aware of was the soft melody Charles was humming in her ear as her mind counted the steps over and over again in her head. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1. 2. 3. 4. Molly could gradually feel herself starting to relax, her body knowing instinctively that she was safe in Charles' hold. Feeling a gentle pressure on her back, Molly opened her eyes to find they had danced across the living room and through into the adjoining drawing room. She looked up into Charles' face to find him grinning down at her, a mischievous look in his eye. "Charles don't you dare!" With that Charles spun her under his arm and dipped her dramatically so she was starting up at the ceiling, his hand splayed firmly on her back in support.

"See you do know the steps. You're just overthinking it. Just go with the flow. Feel the music and you'll be fine." Charles said as he pulled her upright and led her back into the living room where Sam was positively bouncing with excitement, his hands behind his back. "What did you think Scamp?" Sam pulled a hand from behind his back and help up one of his mini ping pong bats. "It was great. It's an eight!" Molly chuckled at Charles's crestfallen expression. "Eight? Eight! I think it was better than that Scamp." Sam shook his head seriously. "Well Darling….you did have lovely movement across the floor, but your arms were a bit loose and you had too much of a gap at times." Charles groaned.

"Oh God! Someone's been watching too much Strictly Come Dancing. Think I might need words with your mum." Charles glanced over at Molly and noticed her frowning. "Molly what's the matter?"

"We don't have a song."

"What?"

"You said feel the music and you'll be fine. We haven't picked our music yet." Charles scratched his head as he glanced around the room thoughtfully. "Ok, so we'll fix it."

"How?" Molly looked sceptically at Charles as he started pressing buttons on the iPod in the stereo dock. "The iPod is on random right?" At Molly's nod of confirmation he continued, "How about this. Whatever song comes on first will be our song."

Molly smiled teasingly. "Risky move Bossman. I like it."

"What can I say I like living on the edge."

Sam jumped up and picked up the remote control. "Can I do it, please?" Molly's eyes met Charles' and they both nodded. Sam gave a whoop.

"Ok, Ready?" Charles stood up and offered Molly his hand as he drew her into position as they waited for the music to start. At Molly's nod, Sam pressed the button. There was a split second pause, before music filled the room.

As the opening bars of MC Hammer's Can't Touch This filled the room, Molly and Charles remained frozen in place for a split second before simultaneously turning to the stereo in belief. Turning back to face each other, they both wore similar expressions of bemusement. Neither knew quite what to do or say. Molly bit her lip fighting to keep down the bubble of laughter that threated to escape. As her eyes met Charles' she could see he too was fighting not to smile. She could feel the muscles of his hand twitching around hers as he tried desperately to fight the urge to move with the music.

"Ahh screw it Bossman. You did say go with the flow right?"

Charles shrugged, "indeed I did Dawes."

With that both started moving to the music, neither conscious of how ridiculous they both looked as they "bust a move". Molly swung her arms behind her body in wide circles as she stepped to the side first on the left foot, then the right. Charles stood behind her shimmying his shoulders with one arm raised as he rotated his wrist as if swinging a lasoo above his head as he hopped from one foot to the other. In perfect sync they both started sidestepped around the room whilst swinging their arms in circles, first in a clockwise movement then in an anti-clockwise motion. Saw, who was stood watching in amazement, was soon dragged into the fun by a laughing Molly who picked him up and started spinning him around like an aeroplane as he laughed in delight. When she finally placed him back on his feet he took one wobbly step and promptly fell to the floor pulling both Charles and Molly down with him where they landed in a heap laughing hysterically.

When Molly eventually caught her breathe she shook her head and lay on her back staring at the ceiling. "We can't have our first dance as a married couple to MC Hammer." Charles, who was led out next to her with Sam on his chest, chuckled. "Indeed we cannot. Back to the drawing board ay Dawesy. Ok, how about this one?" Charles pressed a button and the three lay in silence waiting for the music to start. Soon the room was filled with the soft sound of piano keys as Ellie Goulding's How Long Will I Love You began to play. Both Molly and Charles paused as they allowed the words of the song to sink in. Very carefully Charles stood up and offered his hand to Molly as Sam sat and watched them curiously. Carefully placing her hand on his shoulder, they began to sway gently from side to side as Charles led Molly into a waltz. They stared into each other's eyes as they danced, both becoming lost in the music and each other. As the song came to a close Charles gently twirled Molly outwards so she was facing away from him, before pulling her so she spun back towards him, coming to a stop when her torso was resting flush against his chest.

"What do you reckon then Dawesy?" Charles asked softly, without taking his eyes from Molly's. Molly smiled and reached up to wind her arms around his neck as he slid his own around her waist pulling her closer to him.

"I think it's perfect Boss." Molly reached up on her tip toes and kissed him softly.

"I thought you didn't do perfect Dawes?"

"A girl can change her mind can't she?" she muttered with a wink. Charles shook his head with a laugh, "Indeed you can Dawes. Indeed you can."

A/N:

Our Girl is the property of Tony Grounds and the BBC.

All songs mentioned are the property of the artists and record labels.

The dance scene was inspired from the last episode of Miranda.

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