Where Are We Now
Chapter 19
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Charles
He was absolutely livid that Molly hadn't mentioned that all the sections were on this rotation because of heightened activity. As they left the reception he strode ahead to walk back to their hotel knowing full well that Molly in her heals wouldn't be able to keep up.
He dug his hands into his pockets and with his head down started marching back to their hotel. He felt her small hands grab his arm, then link her arm through his and hold onto him with both hands. He looked down into her worried face.
"Why didn't you tell me, I thought we were being honest these days"
"Don't you dare talk about honesty to me" her eyes flashed with her own rage at his remark "I assumed you knew"
"How the fuck would I know"
"Well don't all you officers have meetings and discuss this kind of thing"
"How long have you known"
"Not long about a week, Kinders said that all 3 sections and their medics would be going now partly because of increased Taliban activity but partly to get the job done quicker so we don't have to keep going out there" she replied as she calmed down herself
There was an operational meeting that was organised by Beck last minute, last week and he wasn't able to attend. He closed his eyes perhaps he was being a bit hasty thinking she was covering up things, not telling him things in case he worried.
"You all right now" she had one of her cheeky grins on her face "Wanna go back for a dance"
He threw his head back and laughed. He shook his head at her, she wasn't going to let him stay mad for long. He had however, just got a lot more worried about this tour.
He slowed his pace and they walked companionably back to their hotel.
"Nice reception" she smirked "I bet that Maisie was a joy to work with"
"Indeed, she sometimes reminded me of another gobby cockney who had complete disregard for the chain of command"
"Who's that then?" he looked down into her sparkling eyes and couldn't help but laugh like a drain
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Molly
Well at least he has calmed down a bit. She can see he has come a long way since he started his counselling for PTSD but he did still seem to be very sensitive about the subject of Afghan.
She was feeling decidedly mellow after the wine and she had thoroughly enjoyed the evening with Kingy, Jules and Brains. Although she had never served with Kingy he seemed a top bloke and pretty fair.
"Bagsy the bathroom first" and she got her PJ's and washbag ready to change for bed. She wasn't too long before coming back into their room
Charles was sitting on the end of the bed looking down at his feet having removed his shoes and socks and was flexing his toes in the carpet. She moved forward and into his space using her knees to move his legs apart so she could stand between them.
He put his hands on her hips and looked up at her. She thought he looked a bit like a whipped puppy all sad and doleful before putting his forehead on her stomach.
"Sorry"
"Why what you done now"
"Well being a bit unreasonable about last minute changes to your tour, I should know that it happens" She shrugged but didn't answer
"Do you really have to go; can't you get out of it somehow?" She put one hand under his chin to lift so she could see his face and put her other hand on his chest so she could feel his heart
"I want to go, it's my job, what I trained for" she smiled one of her cheeky smiles and raised her eyebrows "I promise that I will do what I'm told, follow orders. Nothing's going to happen"
Charles snorted a laugh "Well that would be a first, you completely ignored every bloody order I ever gave you".
She smiled back and started undoing the buttons on his shirt and pushing it open to reveal his chest.
"How much have you had, are you drunk" he laughed
"Nah why are you?" a big grin on her face and started pushing him down on the bed. He started shuffling up to that his head was on the pillow. While she was crawling up the bed on top of him and suddenly he wasn't laughing anymore.
He went to hold her and she pushed his hands away, she didn't really want him to touch her and think about how he touched Georgie. She knew they were still far from being on track as a couple, she still wasn't sure if she could trust him but she did love him and he was worried about her going away so she wanted to show him that everything would be OK.
She started kissing him, small delicate kisses round his mouth, then across his cheek to the sensitive spot by his ear and down his throat. Her hair fell like a waterfall over her face and tickled the skin on his chest. Her hands wandered over his nipples and down his torso to find their destination of the button on his trousers. Every time he tried to hold her, kiss her she pushed him away.
He lifted his hips so that she could remove his trousers and she took his boxers with them. She made her way back up to his throat and was straddled across him, she could see that his eyes were almost black and his arms came up to hold her again so she grabbed his wrists and held them down as she started kissing round his neck and throat.
She had never been this dominant when they were together, Charles normally wanting to be the giver, she wasn't sure of her reasons but she wanted to be that this time.
She kissed, nipped and licked her way down his body
"Molly, Stop STOP"
"Really?" she looked at him wide eyed and biting her bottom lip
"I can't hold out much longer" he groaned. She grinned at him and there wasn't an ounce of innocence in the smile she gave him as she carried on
He pushed his head back into the pillows and squeezed his eyes tight shut and his arms were splayed out across the bed his hands gripping the sheets. He saw tiny white spots behind his eyes as he called her name.
She crawled up the bed and lay her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm possessively round her.
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Charles
He couldn't believe that had just happened, her hair was still laying across his chest and so was her arm. He was happier than he had been since Elvis died. He felt this giggle bubbling up in him
"So, shall we do that again then" She lifted her head to look at him
"Well I was gonna ask if you wanna smoke" and the pair of them burst out laughing
"Molly I do love you and I'm so going to miss you when you leave on Tuesday"
He did the gentlemanly thing and got up to pull the duvet from under them and got back into bed. Molly had already turned onto her side and he was more than happy to be the big spoon and her back was against his chest.
He whispered into her ear "I can return the favour"
"Nah! Your all right" she whispered back "I still need to shut images out my nut"
He shut his eyes with distress that she still thought of what he and Georgie had done "I love you" he whispered into the dark.
"I know you do and I love you an all" she answered "We know we gotta work at this, and I am trying" he heard her sniff and moved his hand onto her stomach and pulled her closer to him, kissing her on her shoulder.