Chapter 16: Chapter 16
Lessons Learnt
Chapter 16
Georgie had hoped that time would have cooled her friend's anger towards her. However Molly's opening line proved that hadn't happened. Within seconds of her being spoken to by Molly she knew yet again, Georgie, Princess of Calamity had messed up. Not only because of Molly's response in seeing her there, but also by the miraculous appearance of Elvis at their sides.
Flanked by both Elvis and Charles, Molly was protected. Lions protecting their lioness. Georgie could see that no one was going to be able to hurt her, not tonight and especially not by Georgie. Not that was ever Georgie's intention.
Elvis' presence and obvious loyalty was the one thing Georgie didn't expect to hurt as much. She had thought that Molly would eventually forgive her. She always did, always had, and had always been there for Georgie when she needed her. Whereas Elvis, Georgie thought she'd be able to win back too, just as easily. Just as she always had when it came to men. She expected however she would have to do it slowly, but most definitely she would do it surely, and tonight was the night she felt that this was all going to start happening. That was her belief right up until Elvis spoke.
"Time to leave I think Georgie. No one wants you here. And I truly mean no one."
Georgie gasped. She was here with her parents. Long-time friends of the Dawes family. It was right she was here. She always came to the Dawes' parties, ever since her and Molly were little, She hadn't contemplated she wasn't welcome. It was hard for her to comprehend. She looked beautiful, had lots of admitting glances from men tonight. This type of do was her arena. Yet here the man she was hoping to re ensnare was telling her that no one wanted her here!
"I've come to see Molly Elvis. We always celebrate birthdays together. Don't we girl?"
"Elvis is right." Molly said, feeling Charles standing so very close to her, his body heat radiating off him. "You shouldn't be here. I don't want you here."
"Come on Molly. You've forgiven Charlie Boy. How about me? I'm your bestie."
"I've forgave him, cause he did nothing. It was you who I can't trust not him." Molly turned to Charles. "Come on if she won't leave then we should." She grabbed him by the hand, needing his touch to give her the courage, and dignity to walk away.
With them gone there was just Elvis and Georgie left.
"Please Elvis can we talk?" Georgie asked. Looking sincerely to his eyes. She realised that this wasn't about winning anymore. This was about her apologising to the man she cared about.
"No not tonight. Not here. You shouldn't have come."
"Ok I'll go….I'll make some excuse. But can we talk. Sometime. Later Please."
Elvis looked at the stunning lady in front of him. When they had good times they really were good. Better than others he'd had. But God she was hard work, and he didn't know if he wanted to have to put in all that effort again. He just didn't honestly know. He needed time.
"I'll think about it Georgie. Maybe I'll call you sometime. Now let's get you out of here."
With that he guided her across the marquee. She had a hopeful smile on her face. It was a small step but she was sure that he would call her. Then she left, and Elvis suddenly felt as though the fun had gone from the evening. There was one woman who wanted him, while the woman he wanted was blissfully unaware of his feelings, and always would be.
He watched Molly and Charles over the other side of the room and knew the night was probably over for them too. Georgie had ruined it, plus he could see the extreme fatigue on Charles' face. He wasn't used to using his leg for long periods. So it was with no great sadness that Elvis suggested to them that they slip away and he'd cover for their absence.
Molly kissed him on the cheek.
" Thank you." She whispered. Then cheekily pointed out a pretty girl at the bar. " That's Jacki, did my Lance Corporal exams with her. She's a nurse. She's a bit on her own here tonight. Talk to one another for me will ya?" And with that her and Charles slipped away.
"Is this OK?" Charles asked as they entered Molly's room. She lead him immediately over to the bed to sit him down. Tiredness etched on his face.
"Yeah, of course it is. Probably no one will bleeding notice by now. All too drunk. Free bars do that!" She laughed, unbuckling he moon boot and helping him off with his shoes and socks. She wasn't bitter that they had left early. She had enjoyed the time she had been there, had the fun she wanted to have in public. Now she very much felt that the time had come for her to have the fun she wanted to have in private. With Charles.
"Are you Ok?" He asked. Although not exactly a situation had happened with Georgie but he was still scared her presence might have stirred up some feelings in Moly that would not be happy ones. Ones that may jeopardise their time together.
"I am Charles truly. I just don't want to talk about it, go there again. Sick of it. She could have caused so much damage."
"Yes, but she didn't. You're here. I'm here." He leaned forward and Molly raised herself up onto her knees, in front of him. She kissed him so very softly on his lips. She tasted of fruity gin and strawberries. She tasted like a three course meal to a hungry man, and Charles James was one very hungry man.
Her eyes sparked, when they broke just moments later;
"So Mr James…what do you want to do now?"
"Well, you seem to have started to undress me a bit already. Why don't we work on you finishing the job. You know how I hate a job half done." He tutted at her.
"You cheeky bugger." She squealed, pushing him down on to the bed. He groaned, still a bit tender, but mainly out of anticipation. "I'll show you a job half done." She followed him down onto the bed. He grabbed hold of her and didn't let go.
Their night together was in all ways their most special night ever. There is something glorious when two become one in a totally deep and understanding way. Since they had reunited their relationship had been one where the physical, because it was not attainable, gave way to the true joining of their hearts and souls. Each heart was now so involved with other that their physical union was able to raise them both to heights previously unattained. Charles loved Molly and her body that night in a way totally undiscovered by either of them before. He looked into her green shining eyes, stroked her hair and took her body to soar above previously unvisited plains. She in return drowned in his love for her, moving her hands across his body, through his curls with she reckless abandonment, sure her desire would be marked on his body the next day.
Each fell into an exhausted sleep. Wrapped up in each other. Limbs tangled within the bedding, no hope of one being able to move without the other. The sleep they fell into however didn't last long. Absence a cruel mistress and was wanting her puppets to play more to satisfy her urges. And so the night past between Molly and Charles, a pattern emerging. Periods of sleep followed by periods of extreme activity, trying to fulfil and unquenchable need in each other.
When they finally did wake in the late morning it was to Belinda shouting up the stairs, telling them to get up.
"God. I'm sure she thinks I'm still a kid." Molly moaned, pulling a pillow over her head. She was panicking, she didn't want Charles to see her. Last night she wore more make up that she ever had and her hair was styled perfectly. This morning after last night's bedroom gymnastics, and her failing to take the makeup off, she could only hesitate to imagine what she looked like.
"Come on let's get up. I don't want to get into their bad books." Charles swung his legs out of the bed, turning back to look at Molly still hiding under the pillows.
"You go into the en-suite first. I'll go after you." She mumbled through the fabric. Then as she felt the mattress move, a sign Charles had stood, up she peeked out from underneath. Charles stood slowly with his back to her. Naked and glorious, with definite finger nails and bite marks in evidence. Toned and no longer ravaged by injury or pain. His beautiful curled hair was a mess. A testament to their active night. It was longer than he normally wore it. No longer needing to keep his trademark hair in place as an example for the boys he taught. Sick leave had softened his more formal look. Curls sprung up all over his head and tickled down his back, over his face and dressing. Then as though he sensed her looking he ran his hand through it, and turned to see her. Caught out and mesmerised by his beauty, she didn't care anymore about what she looked like, as he launched himself back into her bed, back between her thighs, she didn't care about any of it. She only cared about him.
Needless to say they didn't exactly make breakfast. When they did make it downstairs Belinda gave them both such an understanding smile, that their initial bashfulness and shame instantly disappeared. Charles noted family time with the Dawes was hectic times, and noisy. Dave himself hadn't surfaced. Molly said he wouldn't until tea time probably. The house, big though it was, seemed to house all of the awakes Dawes clan in just two of the rooms. The kitchen and television room. Charles soon realised that this tendency for everyone to gather in the same place was because of the magnetism of Belinda and Molly. A big sister that the kids loved to have around, and Molly in her role took it very seriously. Of course they all teased Molly ridiculously about her and Charles, but Charles could only see happiness in her face with these humorous insults. She never once stopped holding his hand, and frequently kissed him whenever possible. Her younger siblings seemed fascinated by his eye patch and asked numerous questions, until Molly ordered them to stop. Miraculously they did!
When he had been invited to stay over he had expected that he would be involved in the post party tidy up. Not sure how much use he'd be, but he was willing to give it a go. However on finally making it downstairs he saw that it was all in hand. The remainder of the day was theirs to play with, and as temping as it was to head straight back to bed, it was too beautiful day to miss. So Belinda suggested that they have a drive in the country and a quiet picnic, away from the little bleeders. Both Charles and Molly smiled remembering the last picnic they had together. So with efficiency of a mother hen, likes that Charles had only before seen in his own mother, Belinda had them packed off for a day outside in the spring sunshine.
"This is nice." Molly sighed. She was sitting down resting her back and head to Charles' chest, between his legs, as his arms snaking around her waist, holding on tight.
"Mmmm. Isn't it? Kind of feels like the calm before the storm though doesn't it?"
They were basking in the heat of the sun. They had picnicked on left overs from last night's party and were now just gazing out across the park. Molly's hair blew gently in the breeze making Charles have to constantly stroke it to keep it off his face. The rhythm was almost sending her to sleep.
"Yeah. I guess. It won't be that bad though." Then she turned herself fully around to look at him. Staring into his eye and patch, still being held in his longs arm. "I'll miss you but we'll see each other every weekend at least." She kissed him to seal her promise.
It was cold consolation though. Yet again Molly and Charles were going to have to spend time apart. She'd been put forward by Elvis to go for promotion, part of the process was doing exams and training in Catterick. While Charles was hoping to return back to work within the next month or so. Both yet again would be busy, and hundred of miles apart.
"I'll come up every Friday. If you want." Charles volunteered.
"That would be nice." She kissed him again this time on his nose. She shifted into a kneeling position half straddling him and rested her forehead on his. "Let's wait and see what my time table is, but I could come to you too."
"I'd like that." He returned her kiss, placing his on her nose too. Charles was unsure his leg or his eye sight would allow him to be suitable to drive for a while. Until then he vowed trains and public transport would be their friends.
He pulled her closer into him. Hugging her tightly, almost pulling her over. Moving her hair away from an ear he gently asked.
"Do you like it?" He bobbed his head to the necklace she wore.
He'd given her his birthday present sometime during their night of love making. It was a single, small solitaire diamond on a plain gold chain. Quite ridiculously tiny, especially compared to the bracelet her parents had given her, but it was what he could afford. And it was bought with so much love.
"I love." She said as she rolled it between her fingers. "It's perfect. Thank you."
To be honest, and Molly was being, she wouldn't have wanted anything big or flashy from him. That wasn't her. This delicate diamond was perfect. Unlike the bracelet she had received from Belinda and Dave. She knew why though they had given her such a gift. It was to make up for the one she got on her 18th . The one that hadn't actually come from a shop, and it had turned her wrist green within the day!
"It does look good on you. I like seeing you play with it". He watched her fingers weaving the chain, her neck moving slowly side to side, her tongue tracing the outlines of her lips. It was a sensual sight. Instantly desire shot to his groin. Molly giggled noticing straight way. She skilful rolled back into his chest, resting her head against in him.
"I'll just give you a few minutes there should I soldier?"
He dropped his head forward to hers. Speaking into her neck.
"Sorry. I can't help it. I love you."
"I love you too." She then grabbed his hands and snuggled them between her coat to keep them warm. Making sure they brushed close to her breasts repeatedly.
"Ohhh. So not fair Miss Dawes." The game was afoot, he kissed and toyed with her ear and neck, teasing her, causing her to groan out in her own frustration too.
"Happy birthday Molly." He giggled and gently dropped the words into her ear.
It wasn't until later that night back at Molly's parent's house, both lying naked, trying to regulate their breathing after demonstrating their love for each other… was it then that Charles felt brave enough to ask Molly his question. Getting it right, was important. He didn't know what her answer would be and knew he'd be crushed if she said no. It was a question he'd never asked before.
He rolled over and ran his hand down her body, causing her eyes to fly open and a smile to slowly creep across her face. She slid into his body too, gently walking her fingers across his chest and down his torso. Her intent very obvious.
"No no Molly stop." He pleaded. "I've something I want to ask you."
She stilled instantly catching his tone.
"Ok go on then. I'm all yours." Pulling her hand back.
"Molly it's be going good, this, us. Being together. Hasn't it?"
"Yeah. Of course". She sat herself up wrapping herself in the duvet. "Why?"
"Well I was just wondering. Do you fancy... that is ... should we…will you?!"
"What?" She shouted in total exasperation.
He drew in his breath, then delivered the question.
"How about going on holiday together?"