A/N: Sorry this took a little longer than expected, had a crashing headache yesterday and shouldn't even have attempted to edit, but wise after the event when I deleted all the changes I'd made to make it less likely to offend the content police – by accident - so had to do it all again. Thank you so much for your continued support and hope you enjoy it… Chapter 11 is a work in progress …

-OG-

"Lady Luck was smiling on me …."

"Yeah, well …. might of been I s'pose …. but more likely had something to do with Phoebe, if she hadn't had her hen here you then wouldn't be needing … that kind of luck ….. bloody hope not anyway"

"Hey you, I wasn't talking about that kind of luck, although I'll admit it's handy"

He winked and laughed then cupped his hands round her face and began dropping little kisses softly down the side of it, and then her mouth before sliding his lips slowly and gently over hers, setting off her stomach churning longings all over again.

"I meant you …. meeting you, but I do believe that everything is a matter of luck, a series of happy accidents … who we meet, who we love, everything, even who our parents are … and of course I meant it, Lady luck was definitely smiling on me when she pushed us together, well she was smiling on me in all sorts of ways this weekend"

"Do you mean that? I mean, don't matter if you don't , if you were, you know, joking, it's still a lovely thing to say"

Charles putting his arms back around her and started to talk about luck had made her feel a whole bucket load better; until he had Molly had been cringing inside. Even though they'd been going at it hammer and tongs, well they had until he'd had that major panic attack about not having a condom; she was pretty convinced that she had to have of put him off by now; she'd definitely done a Molly Dawes special, as Max used to call them, and ruined the whole bloody mood and it wasn't like she was stupid, well not all the time, but it had been a very long time since she'd had any sort of action with anyone at all. There hadn't been anyone that mattered in her life and definitely no-one who'd got anywhere near her bed for bloody ages. Living at home and sharing bunk beds with Bella wasn't exactly what you need for any sort of sex life, so even if she had met someone she fancied enough, which she hadn't, not till now, it would have been a non-starter and she certainly wasn't going to have a shag round the back of anywhere any more like she had when she was eighteen and there was no privacy of any sort at home so even her relationship with her rabbit had gone down the non-existent route. But there was nothing even remotely sexy about someone still wearing her sweaty socks and trainers not forgetting a tatty pair of sleep shorts with a sweat-stained crotch, any more than there was anything even the tiniest bit alluring about waving a box of neon condoms they'd got off one of those dodgy web-sites at him while she made a joke about his dick. Especially as he was still wearing every stitch of his clothing and she wasn't.

"You're unbelievable, you know that, don't you" He bit the corner of his bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth and making a show of his lovely white teeth as he tried not to grin "Of course I meant it, I meant every bloody word, and I don't tell lies, I've already told you that, and you're bloody gorgeous as well" Charles pulled back to look at her " .Beautiful"

"You're not so shabby yourself …. although gotta say you're a little bit overdressed next to me"

"Am I? Better do something about it then"

-OG-

He'd tried so incredibly hard to convince himself of the sheer impossibility of them having any sort of relationship for all the reasons he'd gone over and over in his head, common sense had told him that she was too young or that he was too old and that she was full of happy enthusiasm and optimism and he was, well, not, but all that disappeared when he pulled his shirt off and she ran her hands up and down his chest, tracing his muscles with an intense look of concentration on her face as she lingered long enough to pinch his nipples. His shut his eyes and tilted his head back, just enjoying what she was doing to him as she followed the same path with her lips, pressing a trail of kisses up to the hollow at the base of his throat when he put his hand on the back of her head. Suddenly it was essential to make sure she didn't even think about stopping what she was doing as he tugged off the soft band that was holding her hair back and let it tumble free, enjoying the sensation as it brushed against him. He began to pad the fleshy parts of his fingertips against her scalp and held his breath as she retraced the path of her kisses, kissing one of his nipples gently, before she took it in her mouth and bit it. Not hard, she didn't bite him hard, but it was hard enough to make him flinch involuntarily at the sharp little pain so that his breath caught in his throat with the mingled sensations of surprise and pain and pleasure.

"Shit, sorry, didn't mean to 'urt you …. sorry, you okay?"

"You didn't hurt me, and whatever you do, please don't stop"

The pain had been mainly because he hadn't been expecting it, and he hadn't really lied to her, yes it had hurt a bit, but the overwhelming sensation had been intense excitement, had sent a clear and unmistakable message to his groin, flooding his senses with an urgent demand from his insistent erection that he take her to bed immediately. But there was also an intense desire building in him that more than anything he wanted to make her happy. .

Despite the passion, it wasn't long before the kissing wasn't anywhere near enough so he moved his hands down to cup her bum and lift her off her feet so she could wind her legs round him, but then his fingers slipped inside her shorts instead, hooking them in the waistband to slide them down and take them off and took her knickers off with them. She'd forgotten that the knickers she was wearing, the ones he'd just seen, were just about as unsexy as you can get. They were horrible, but she hadn't thought anyone else was going to see them, especially not him, big girl pants, white cheapie ones from Primark that looked like something Nan would wear, and they were way too bloody big for her so she was tempted to tell him she'd borrowed them from Bella like her shoes, although Bella's stuff was a hell of a lot sexier, but he wouldn't know that. They were the wrong size because she'd bought them in the sales and beggars can't be bloody choosers, but on the other hand they hadn't yet gone the usual shade of grey from being in with the Dawes family wash.

"Sorry that they're, you know, not a thong or anything, but thongs are a bit bloody uncomfortable when you run in 'em"

"What, are you seriously telling me that you've been out running wearing a thong? That's an interesting picture"

"Well nah … not as such …. okay not at all, I just know, and anyway haven't got any anymore, they're bloody uncomfortable so threw 'em all in the bin when I gave up men"

"I don't give a shit what knickers …." He was about to add a stupid remark about her not having them on long enough for it to matter, but stopped himself in time, afraid he was about to make himself sound like some middle-aged sleaze-ball, so leaned forward instead to start kissing her neck as he ran his hands up the outsides of her legs. Molly kicked off the shorts and knickers where they'd pooled attractively round her ankles and at the same time tried very hard to heel off her trainers, but failed dismally because she'd done the laces up too well.

"Hey, what do you mean, you've given up men? I mean, what does that make me exactly?"

"Different?"

"Lovely, I'll take that ….. and that as well …" She was thoroughly distracting him as she slipped her fingers into the waistband of his jogging bottoms and then ran them over his hip bones to his trace his stomach muscles, lingering for a moment to stroke the livid pink scar that was still visible, and then drifted her fingers lightly over the hard thick column of his erection, looking up at his sharp intake of breath when she slipped her hand inside the tight black soft jersey of his pants. For Charles the feel of her fingers lightly drifting across him made him forget everything except an overwhelming urge to sweep her up in his arms and tumble her under him onto the unmade bed.

Molly had done her best to kick her trainers off as far away from the bed as she could, she was convinced that they smelt atrocious but had no intention of sniffing them to find out, and even though she was sort of determined to stop doing stuff that wasn't sexy, she couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up and escaped at the sight of the shocking pink condom before she stuck it under the pillow. And then nothing else mattered when he started using his tongue and his teeth to make her squirm with almost unbearable pleasure. His mouth returned again and again to tease the hard peaks of her nipples, and the softness and slight prickle of his stubble on the inside of her thighs was creating sensations deep inside her that were driving her insane, so that all she wanted was to plead with him not to stop.

Sex to Molly had always been a bit of a ho hum thing. It wasn't as though she didn't enjoy it, she loved the foreplay and the feelings as the excitement built, the closeness that had always ended as a bit of a damp squib, not that any of that was going to stop her wanting more, wanting him.

He was inhaling the indefinable scent of her skin as he kissed it, loving the feeling of her body writhing under his and the little whimpers she was making were rapidly pushing him to the edge of his control, sensations and sounds that had him hanging onto his self-control by a thread. He patted the sheets under the pillow moving his hand around trying to locate the shocking pink condom, and then held it between his teeth ready to rip open, he was very conscious of the need for him to be ready, that Molly had her whole life planned out in front of her and an act of selfish careless sex mustn't be allowed to get in the way of any of that.

But the tiny hand circling him and moving slowly up and down on him with her thumb gently spreading the bead of moisture that had gathered was driving him ever closer to the edge of insanity. All the common sense and the good intentions ceased to be important when he took the condom out of his mouth and began to kiss her breasts again instead, completely forgetting all about being sensible when her hands went back and tangled in his curls pulling his head down against her.

But Molly was thinking a hell of a lot clearer than he was as she ripped open the pink foil and then giggled and complained loudly that they'd been conned and that the bloody thing inside wasn't pink at all. But Charles didn't care, just for once he was very glad of the thin layer of latex, the simple touch of her hands as she'd rolled it on him had been almost enough to finish it before they'd even got started.

She was tiny and tight and was grinding against him in a way that meant he was very quickly struggling not to give into the waves of pleasure that were building, he wasn't sixteen for fuck sake, but he could feel that he was very, very close to reaching the point of no return, the way he was tightening against her meant he was desperate to just hold off long enough for her to get there first, although he wasn't a bit sure he could. But he wanted, no he needed, to make her happy.

Molly had stopped thinking altogether and was focusing instead on the feelings that were deep inside her somewhere, she was desperate to stop them drifting away as they so often had in the past. She used to give up and fake it with Max because she couldn't bear to see his crestfallen little face when she told him the truth, but not this time, more than anything she didn't want to have to fake it this time, this sensation of being almost on the crest of a wave that was going to break any second meant she was holding her breath and concentrating on it, that it was just hovering out of her reach, and as long as he didn't stop what he was doing, she wasn't sure she could bear it if that happened, she couldn't possibly be as close as this and then for it not to happen …..

"YES … Yessssssssssssssssssssss … oh yes, yes"

As she called out and the tremors ran through her, her arms and legs and every other part of her convulsively tightened their grip on him, around him, and his world became a white hot explosion of intense pleasure that seemed to last forever and be over in a flash as he called out her name before burying his sweaty head in her neck, his heart hammering as his breathing slowly returned to normal.

-OG-

He had half-expected to want to go afterwards, to leave, to kiss her goodbye and be on his own again, to remind himself that he didn't get emotionally involved, but the last time he'd felt like this was when he and Rebecca had loved each other, when he'd believed they were forever, before it had all gone to shit and he'd put his emotions in cold storage. And now, when he'd least expected it, this girl had come into his life and turned all his certainties upside down, she'd made him face the fact that he'd been fucking lonely for years, being with her, touching her, and holding her the way he had, had made him recognize that you can be just as lonely with the wrong person as you can when you're actually on your own. And Rebecca had become that wrong person and she'd known it even if he'd been shut his eyes and looked the other way, calling it a day the way she had was the right thing to do, even if her method had been designed to make it as painful for him as it possibly could be, and he'd spent far too long since in mourning for something that hadn't existed for a long time, he'd been totally wrong when he'd tried so hard to put his life in an emotional deep freeze.

Being happy was about sharing the little jokes that only the two of you understand, it was having more fun with that person than you could ever imagine having on your own or with someone who wasn't them, and more than anything else it was wanting that person to be the happiest you could make them. So, even if he didn't know her very well, and she was right about that despite all the shit he'd spouted at her earlier, it felt as if that person could be the girl who was curled up against him with her hair tumbling all over him and a Cheshire cat grin all over her little flushed face ….. Molly.

He'd dealt with the unromantic stuff of getting rid of the condom and they'd both laughed when she'd expressed her disappointment at not seeing him sporting a shocking pink condom on his dick, and he'd got back into the bed to bask in her smile and her happy face as he'd put his arm round her and pulled her in close to cuddle and then allowed a deep and contented silence to settle over them. After a couple of minutes Molly began to get concerned that he was going to drop off on her, his breathing was getting so relaxed sounding that she was just waiting for the snoring although if he did she was going to have to hurt him with something, she wanted to talk to him, although if she was honest, she didn't know what she wanted to say exactly. It was obviously far too soon to ask him what he thought was going to happen next when they left here, if anything.

But the more she listened to him breathing and the more she thought about it, the more nothing, bugger all, became her guess, just because they'd had great sex didn't mean that they had any sort of a future and she was bloody kidding herself again if she thought anything like that was going to happen, going to bed with him and sharing what they'd shared didn't change anything. He was still going to live bloody miles away from her and was still going to spend his days being all important and marching about and ordering people around and he was still going to get sent off to places where people were going to shoot at him, and she was still going to live at home and go off to Uni every day, and she was going to be doing that for years and years, wasn't going to stop for anything or anyone, and he was still going to spend his weekends in Bath with his kiddie while she slaved in Costco, so there was no bleeding point in saying anything to him about any of it at all.

"Charlie?"

"Molly?"

"What's the time?"

"Why?" He picked up his phone to check the display "It's only twenty past ten … it's not late"

"Shit, I need to check out of here before they stick another day on me bill and then cut me card up in a million bits, and I'm minging, I need to go and have a shower"

"Hey, don't go, I'll pay the bill, I'd like to, and there's plenty of time before you need to worry about having to check out"

"Nah, you're not going to pay me bill, I pay me own way, but thanks anyway"

"Molly, this is not about paying the bill, you can't just go and leave me, we haven't talked about anything, we need to talk about what's going to happen next for a start, so I'm sorry, but I can't let you just piss off"

"I might want to, you don't know"

"No I don't, do you? No …. you don't"

"Alright I don't but you need to stop being a bossy bugger, you'll be looking at me to salute you or something in a minute"

Charles threw his head back and looked at the ceiling as he tried not to laugh at the way she was faking an expression of indignation at the same time as trying to suppress the giggle that had bubbled up and at the mock outrage she was trying to pack into her voice.

"Is it working?"

"Nah, course not"

"Are you sure?"

"Are you going to Bath next weekend, see your little boy?"

"Stop trying to change the subject, but the answer is no, not next weekend, why?"

"Just thought I'd ask, well, if you're not doing anything else, I'd ask if you'd like to come to Phoebe's wedding with me, be my plus one … but only if you want to, if you're not too busy or anything … I mean it's alright if you don't want to ….. you don't have to, I'll understand if you can't think of anything worse …."

"I'd love to"

-OG-