CHAPTER 11
Thanks so much for all the lovely reviews and for everyone following and reading it means so much. Apologies for the spelling mistakes in the last chapter especially Rosabaya when I have seen the Our Girl clip a few times! Hope TG is able to make a second series and there is so much affection for these characters.
The wheels touched down at RAF Akrotiri, Molly had to remind herself to breathe and that was not even down to the landing. The anticipation in seeing Bossman was overwhelming and she only needed to hold it together for a little while longer when those wonderfully strong arms could hold her. Breathe … and again breathe!
"Have you got everything," calm voice in her ear and a gentle hand on her back. Molly turned and was rewarded by a replica Bossman smile but on a very feminine face. She was only able to nod as the tears were welling up and no distinguishable words were possible at the moment. A hand squeezed her own resting on the small travel case. "Not long now!" Answering tears were welling in Margaret and Molly saw her gulp and swallow to try and stem the flow.
"Come on ladies." Richard kissed his wife on the temple as he placed his arm protectively around her shoulder and drew her closer. "Sweetheart, you know how he hates the tears," he continued and gave a reassuring smile to Molly. The love between these two people was so evident and Molly hoped that her relationship with Charles might have this closeness in their future. To be truly loved to this degree was special.
The flight attendant opened the doors and the waft of heat from the warm Spring Cypriot afternoon was welcoming after the cold, icy winds at Brize. Molly sniffed in the air as she approached the steps and thought that the air smelt sweet, possibly with the many orange and lemon trees on the Akrotiri peninsula. She followed Richard and Margaret down the aircraft steps and headed for the terminal building. Her eyes were darting around trying to get her first glimpse of him.
She entered the terminal door and scanned the room filled with chairs of people waiting to board the next flight and then her eyes scanned to the left and saw a pair of warm brown eyes, in a face beaming with a white grin and then she was swept up. Her lips hungrily gave the response demanded from the lips that firmly met hers. Her head angled and she gasped which was enough room for a persuasive tongue to slip inside her mouth and start a duel. Her knees did give way but that did not matter as she was lifted up high by strong arms and she snaked her arms around a strong neck and was able to lock in those thick curls. Pure heaven! She responded and curled her tongue to have some fun of her own. And the arms around her pulled her in tighter and they were oblivious to the stares, a few annoyed "excuse me" as they were nearly blocking the path of the other passengers.
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Charles had her in his arms and he was not letting go any time soon. He had been able to see her descent down the plane stairs and her scanning the area looking for him. She looked pale when he saw her enter the building and seemed to have lost weight, as she was all green eyes in that beautiful face. Dawesy was the most amazing sight in the world to him, when he had met her eyes and saw the returning smile but also the tears, he had been lost. Moving quickly to reach his girl and he lifted her and hungrily took her lips. He was ravenously devouring her lips but she was not stopping him and when her tongue entered his mouth and she sagged against him that was all the sign he needed. He lifted her fully and then her hands were in his hair and he was gone!
He did feel a few nudges but was not stopping to break this moment but then he finally remembered where they were and he pulled back slightly, broke lip contact and rested his forehead against her as he still needed contact.
"Hey you." He smiled and felt her smile in response. "I wish we had a room and were not in the middle of an airport." He groaned and Molly could not help laugh at his distress.
"Ditto." He heard her say as he pulled back and noticed her bighting her lip. He groaned even more as he wanted to slide his tongue along her lip to break that turn on, as it was such a tease.
"Good to see you, son." Charles felt a firm slap on his back and turned to the left to see his father with a knowing grin on his face and when he turned his head a little more he saw his mother with tear filled eyes. He broke contact gently with Molly and went to take his mum in his arms.
"Good to see you both too." He kissed Margaret on the cheek and held her tight in his arms. "Come on. No tears please!" He felt her nod and take an offered tissue.
"I know." She sniffed, "But it is just great seeing you." He put his arm round Margaret and turned to Molly.
"Let's go and get the luggage as I think we have caused quite a display already." Molly turned as Charles spoke and saw lots of glances their way, some with smiles enjoying the reunion, a few a little annoyed as they had blocked the exit and a few envious of that amazing reunion kiss.
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They collected the cases and headed for the large 4x4 vehicle. Charles stowed the luggage with Richard's help and slipped behind the wheel. He started the engine and the Richard sat in the front, with the ladies in the back. They were heading to one of the officer quarters on the base; Charles informed them as they drove. The house was quite secluded which was ideal as he added that Quaseem and Bahsira were also staying there.
Molly sat up very straight in her rear seat and he could see her eyes in the interior mirror. "Bashira… here! She exclaimed with wide eye excitement. "Quaseem? How is he? Your letter said he had been shot."
"He still needs regular dressing on his arm as the wound got infected but he should be ok."
"What about Bashira?" Molly continued. "She must be quite confused leaving Afghanistan."
"She is doing ok." Charles was trying to pick his words carefully. "Molls, it is going to take time and we are just waiting to find out what is to happen next."
Molly could not help smile at the thought she would get to see Bashira and Quaseem. Charles' letter had said his mission was to get them to safety but she had thought that they would have been moved on straight away.
A little while later Molly got her greatest wish to see Bashira again. Bashira was excited to see Molly and gave her a big hug but she was incredibly shy and seemed so overwhelmed to be here in Cyprus. It must be so confusing to have been taken away from your family just over a year ago, with frequent moves in Kabul and then suddenly to be taken on a plane and brought to Cyprus.
Quaseem was just as Molly remembered him. Strong and solid but he had a large bandage on his left arm and appeared to have a slight limp. He had been such a father figure to her in Afghanistan and had spent a lot of time talking about his ideal for his country. He had already experienced great loss at the hands of the Taliban and now he had left his country for his own safety. Bashira was very attentive to Quaseem and when he left the room to talk with Charles and Richard, she looked very scared.
"He will be back in a minute." Molly squeezed her hand and asked if she would like a drink. Molly wondered what this young girl had had to endure over the last six months since they met in Kabul. Her eyes looked very haunted which was not something that should be seen in a twelve year old girl. She was just a child and had seen so much.
The men returned shortly and Bashira moved to sit beside Quaseem as they all sat around the large dining table. Margaret had made pots of tea and coffee and placed a large tray of biscuits on the table. While everyone drank the refreshments, Charles placed his large hand over Molly's resting on the table. He gave it a squeeze and when she looked at him, he smiled and inclined his head.
"Come with me." Molly followed his lead from the table and he took her through a hallway to a large bedroom. "Can you pack a small overnight bag? …. Mum….." He seemed to stumble a little with his words. "Mum and Dad are going to stay here with Bashira and Quaseem." He took her in his arms. "I have booked a room in a place called Pissouri. I booked it to give us a little time to talk."
"Are your parent's gonna be ok with that?"
"It was their idea." He smiled. "I told them a might gonna need a little time with my Dawesy." She laughed at his explanation and gave him her answer but starting to repack her smaller carry on case with toiletries and a change of clothes for tomorrow.
"Ready." She exclaimed minutes later and he wanted to kiss her cheeky impish grin but knew that he did not want to start something that he could not finish here. Not without possibility of interruption and his reunion definitely needed a night of just them…..alone.
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Charles followed the coastal road from Akrotiri. The beautiful, Mediterranean Sea was on their left and the sun was glinting down on the clear, blue water. Molly was glad of the air conditioning as Bossman had placed her hand on his left thigh at the start of the journey and she could feel his thigh moving every time he changed gear. He had sunglasses on but he had a smile on his face and a definite glint in his eye. He could not wait for them to be alone and the Columbia Hotel was just perfect….indeed.
The journey was very quiet as they were both deep in thought. Twenty minutes later, Charles pulled into Pissouri village, which was really a small town built around a beautiful square with bars and restaurants. On the outskirts of the village close to the sea was the beautiful Columbia Hotel, with the lovely elegant building with the back drop of the blue Mediterranean. Charles stopped the car in the car park and got the cases out of the boot. He waited for Molly to get out and took her hand and led her up the steps with beautiful pink bougainvillea blooms leading the way.
The reception was very elegant but had a friendly charm. While Charles checked in, Molly walked over to a big picture window that looked over the large private pool and the blue sea could be seen in the distance.
"Do you want to have dinner in the restaurant or in our room?" Charles voice interrupted her thoughts with a little startle.
"Umm… I… don't mind." She mumbled and licked her lips with nervous anticipation. "Happy to go with your choice, Boss." With that reply he looked at her intently and realised she was trying to add a little banter to mask her nerves.
"Think dinner in the restaurant. Like the thought of heightening the anticipation for later." He smiled at her and then did his sexy tongue in cheek look and added with a lip bite. Molly was lost. He really was too dangerous for a girl's good intentions.
The steward took their cases to the room as Charles thought it would be great to have a walk along the beach. The hotel gardens led to a delicate, winding path through scented blooms and then gently opened to a wonderful view of the blue sea with the private sandy beach. They both slipped off their shoes and walked barefoot over the warm sand. Charles took Molly's small hand in his large one and gently matched her much smaller stride length. They didn't really talk but just walked and exchanged sexy looks that made them both wish it was much later.
The sunset was beautiful over the glistening water but the darkness fell quickly. They did not change for dinner as Charles thought if they went back to the room and he was alone with Molly then it would be room service they would be ordering much later. He wanted to lengthen the anticipation as he knew he needed to calm his need to get Molly alone or otherwise he was likely to pounce on her with no finesse. He had missed her so much.
Dinner was wonderful but both ate little and Molly's nerves stopped her only being able to take a sip of wine. The need to have a clear head was essential when you felt light headed in the company of this gorgeous man.
"Would you mind , Charles?…" Molly started with her eyes looking at his large hands clutching the delicate stem of the wine glass. "If I headed to get freshened up and you came up shortly?" She raised her eyes up to his warm brown eyes and then cast them away. He could sense her nerves and though he rather they went up together he wanted her to feel comfortable. An extra fifteen minutes would further increase that anticipation.
"Of course, darling." He lifted her hand from the table cover and gently kissed her knuckles, while he raised hungry eyes. "Room 212. I will be up in fifteen minutes." Molly smiled and got up slowly from the chair. She stopped when she was level with his chair.
"That's perfect." She leaned over, trailed her knuckles down his left cheek and gently turned his chin and placed a gentle kiss to his lips. "Looking forward to it, Boss." She then left with a gentle flow of light perfume. He could not wait to make her pay for her Boss comments and that made him smile.
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Fifteen minutes later the door opened. He could just make her out standing on the balcony overlooking the gently lapping water. She was wearing a white robe and her legs were bare. He approached her quietly but her senses were already heightened when she heard the door open and then close. She could hear his footsteps and had tiny shivers wondering where he was.
Warm hand gently but firmly gripped her shoulders and a warm breath at her ear made her shiver. "I like the way you freshened up," he said. His voice tickling her ear and he was able to smell the refreshing jasmine shower gel and it was wonderful. "You smell gorgeous." This made her smile and lean gently back into his hands. He hands slid down her arms to take hold of her hands and he leaned in close. Molly's neck was bare as her hair was still piled high on her head from the shower. He was able to turn his head and find contact with her beautiful long neck. He gently licked her skin and felt her shiver and then he leant forward and kissed her neck with gentle, tormenting kisses.
He was just so wicked and Molly turned her head slightly to expose her throat and he followed her lead and continued his kisses, up her neck and teasingly towards her mouth. He kissed the corner of her mouth and felt her tongue snake out to lick her lips. His biting kisses continued around her mouth and he could feel her try to free her hands but he held them tight while he continued the torment and when she gasped he swept in. His tongue delicately swept in her mouth and his lips opened over hers. Molly moaned and his hands reached up to cup her face and free her hair.
"Boss," she groaned. "I want you to kiss me properly." With those words he was lost and he opened hungrily over her lips, duelling with her tongue and turning her round. His hands slipped from her face while hers slipped into his hair. She ran her hands through his hair and pulled his head down hard so she could taste him deeper.
"Molly. Honey I have missed you so much!" His hands slipped to her shoulders and then under the robe. His hands slipped to the belt and opened it. He stepped back and was able to make out her high rounded breast, nipples erect and that she was naked under the robe. He slipped his hands down to gentle cup her breast. He circled the nipple with his thumb, she pushed against his hand and he bent to take the nipple into his mouth and sucked. He caught her at that moment with his other hand behind her back and held her there while he explored first one and then the other.
The robe fell off her shoulders and she stood there naked and proud. He mumbled about putting the light on but that was forgotten as he lifted her and she place her legs around his waist and kissed him hard. They stumbled to the bed and he fell back with a jolt when he made contact. Molly became the aggressor as she straddled his waist and slowly undid his shirt. Smiling happily to push it back and then return the favour kissing first one nipple and then sucking hard. His hands found her hair and he held her there as she moved to his other.
"Lady, you turn me on fucking big time." She heard and then playfully laughed and reached for the belt of his trousers with a cheeky. "Let's take a look then." She opened his fly and found him hard and ready.
Moments later they were both naked with Molly still straddling him and when he ran his hands over her he paused. "Molly?"
Her answer. "Please." Stopped his enquiry but he knew they would need to talk later. Molly became the aggressor and took him deep and rode them both to a thrilling climax. He moved her into his arms and heard her steady breathing moments later signalling sleep. She had looked exhausted and he held her firmly.
"I love you," he said as he kissed the top of her head and he knew that tomorrow was the time to talk as they had a lot to discuss, especially about the future and new revelations.
I have changed this to an M rating after this chapter. This is only second time I have written a chapter like this and it feels different but I hope you enjoyed. Thank you for reading and I hope you will review. There is still more to this story.