A.N: This chapter has been hanging over me for a long time, not helped by series 3 of course and the complete transformation of CJ's character. Still I'm back in my happy CJ/Molly bubble with no sniff of unfaithfulness in sight - well aside from a fascination with a certain Cornish captain;) Apologies again for the lack of plot. This is 100% fluff!
Saturday 15th December 2018 - 10.00 am
Mia 9 weeks and counting.
Charles paced the length of the lounge, the telephone handset glued to his ear, as he waited impatiently for someone at the other end to answer. He glanced at his watch and bit on his lower lip nervously, beginning to wish he'd phoned his mum the previous evening when he'd first had the idea.
"I can't believe you're doing this," Molly despaired from her place on the sofa.
"What?"
"Phoning your mum so that you can get your leg over!"
His jaw dropped in mock horror, "Molly James d'you have any idea how inappropriate that sounds?"
She rolled her eyes upwards before scowling at him. "You know what I meant!"
"Shush!" he raised an index finger to his lips as the call was answered, his action resulting in a contemptuous glare from her once more. He ignored it, turning his back on her and speaking into the phone, "Hello...hello Mum, it's Charles... How's things?"
"Charles darling. How lovely. Fine thanks. How's my youngest grandchild?"
Charles stopped pacing, glanced over at his daughter and smiled. A warm rush of love threatened to engulf him as he observed her. She was wriggling around, kicking her chubby little legs, not making it easy for Molly as she tried to change her nappy. "Adorable as ever. Listen Mum, I know it's short notice but are you and Dad free for lunch tomorrow? Say 12.00 ish?"
"Yes I think so," Penny James said, immediately dismissing a neighbour's Christmas drinks invitation that sprang to mind - albeit an engagement in their social calendar that had been there for weeks. After all, she wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to see Mia even though she'd have the whole James clan together for Christmas in less than a fortnight. "I'll just check with your father," she continued needlessly, having already made up her mind that she'd come without him if she had to.
Charles heard his mum's footsteps retreating down the hallway and crossed his fingers. He turned in Molly's direction and she cocked her head at him, raising an eyebrow. "She's just checking with dad," he explained. Molly let out a deep sigh, her displeasure evident, and he shrugged his shoulders, holding the handset close to his chest to muffle any sound. "Molls, d'you want some R&R with your hot Major of a husband tomorrow or not?"
"That depends..." she returned nonchalantly, before focusing her attention on Mia who was now cooing happily on her lap.
"Oh yeah, on what exactly?"
"On whether I get a better offer. Ain't that right Mia?" Molly replied, her voice now animated as she included her daughter in the conversation. Mia smiled in response and flailed her arms out excitedly, grabbing hold of a thick strand of Molly's hair in the process.
Charles, meanwhile, smirked a little louder than intended. "Really?"
"Yeah really." Molly extracted her hair from Mia's grasp and glanced up at him, an impish grin affixed to her face. "I'll warn you now, if an equally hot Cornish captain comes knocking, I'll be off out that door quicker than you can say, 'Piss off Poldark'!"
"Dream on Demelza! You been subjecting Mia to those bloody DVDs again?" He didn't wait for an answer. "I'll warn you now, if you mention Poldark to me once more, I'll be lobbing your DVDs down the remains of the nearest tin mine shaft when we go camping next summer!" he retorted smugly.
It wasn't the first time since Mia's birth that Charles had threatened Molly with a camping holiday in Cornwall the following year, but she refused to rise to the bait, electing instead to rile him further. "You really shouldn't mention 'Poldark' and 'shaft' in the same sentence. D'you have any idea how that makes me feel?" She smiled sweetly at him, pretending to fan herself, knocking the self-satisfied look off his face in the process.
"Oh for fuck's sake! It beats me how you can lust after a fucking fictional character!" He threw his arms up in exasperation before returning the phone to his ear, still waiting on an answer from his mum. Seconds later, Penny responded.
"Yes, that's fine. We're looking forward to it. What can we bring?"
"That's great." Charles sighed in relief, turning in Molly's direction and giving her a thumbs up. She was now singing quietly to Mia as she cuddled her. He plonked himself down on the sofa next to them, sinking into the cushions before raising his eyebrows yet again at Molly's slightly off key tone. She poked her tongue out at him in return and neatly dodged his arm as he made to grab her. "Mind Mia!" she mouthed. Their daughter was now half asleep in Molly's arms and she leaned forward tucking her snugly in the Moses basket at her feet.
"Charles?" Penny was waiting on his answer at the other end.
"Sorry mum. Nothing...just yourselves...we're sorted," he answered honestly, having already been out and done a supermarket shop first thing on the off chance. "But...but could you do us a favour after lunch?"
"Yes of course."
"Erm...well..." He began to rake his hand through his curls, feeling more than a little embarrassed about his request. It had seemed like a sound idea when he'd first thought of it but his mum was bound to put two and two together - no matter what spin he attempted to put on it. Having satisfied herself that Mia was settled, Molly sat back down, her arm resting on top of the sofa, as she faced Charles sideways on. She watched him squirm uncomfortably under her gaze, revelling in his discomfort. He turned his back on her again, not wanting to give her any more satisfaction.
"Charles?" his mum prompted at the other end.
"Sorry, er...Molly and I were just wondering..."
Molly grabbed the nearest cushion and hit Charles on the back with it, hissing in outrage, "Leave me out of this, it's your bleedin' idea not mine!" Charles turned around and snatched the cushion out of her grasp, lobbing it to the far end of the lounge, before taking hold of Molly and pulling her onto his lap, holding her tight while she struggled against him. She continued to curse under her breath, wriggling against him, trying to break free from his hold. Her efforts were entirely ineffectual, only causing him to tighten his hold as he practically growled at her, "Molls just stop would you!"
Penny James overheard the commotion and put a hand to her mouth, stifling a laugh. She could just picture the scene between her son and daughter-in-law. There was a temporary pause in the proceedings as Molly and Charles struggled to get their breath back, both glaring at each other. Penny decided to come right out with it, figuring she knew exactly what her son had been about to ask and why.
"Charles, you there?"
"Yes mum," Charles responded, grinning at Molly triumphantly as she completely stilled in his hold. Little did he know that she was biding her time, contemplating her next move.
"Right let me guess," his mother continued. "You want your father and I to take Mia out for a long walk after lunch so that you and Molly can have some uninterrupted quality time together is that it?"
Charles cringed. What was it with the women in his life? They could read him like a book.
"Um ...well ...we were hoping to get our heads down for an hour or so actually." He sought to labour the point as he continued, "Mia's not sleeping through and we're both pretty knackered ...Molls don't - enough now!" he cried out suddenly, breaking off from the conversation with his mum to address his wife, clearly exasperated. Molly had changed tact, aware that she was no much for his strength, and was now trying to tickle her way free instead.
He heard his mother laughing down the phone and began to blush profusely. God alone knows what mum's thinking. He loosened his hold on Molly, hoping that if he let her go, she might just leave him alone. She did just that, taking the opportunity to wriggle off his lap but not before giving him a quick kiss by way of an apology. "Love you too," he mouthed at her before returning his attention to his mum, wanting to put an end to the call quickly.
"Charles?"
"Sorry, I'm right here," he grimaced, knowing his mum wasn't about to let up and make things easy for him. She'd be enjoying his embarrassment as much as Molly had.
"Look darling, I wasn't born yesterday," Penny continued, still smiling to herself as she tweaked a drape and looked out of the drawing room window onto the Royal Crescent. The sky was heavy with low-hanging grey clouds and she frowned slightly, remembering the forecast. "You really don't need to pretend otherwise to me. Just keep your fingers crossed it doesn't snow otherwise your romantic interlude will have to be put off if you want a babysitter to guarantee no interruptions."
"Er right...ok thanks...see you tomor... actually one more thing... you won't mention anything to dad will you?"
"Good god no! What do you take me for? He's planning on you both knocking back a couple of whiskies tomorrow afternoon whilst watching the rugby. I don't think he'll be best pleased if he finds out we're babysitting Mia just so that you and Molly can get reacquainted in the bedroom department! So you'd better think of some excuse to get us out of the house so that he's none the wiser."
"Right...well...thanks...see you tomorrow then hopefully," Charles replied, flushing even redder and hastily ending the call. He placed the handset back on its base and turned his attention to Molly. She was now standing with her back to him looking up at the Christmas tree. He'd surprised her with it the previous evening, having made a detour to a local garden centre on the way home from the garrison to buy it. The densely-spiked tree dwarfed her and the heavy scent of fresh pine needles hung in the air. She was clearly admiring it - her eyes wide-open, in wonder almost. Her apparent new-found delight was in stark contrast to her earlier protestations that he really shouldn't have bought it - on account of the fact that it was an unnecessary expense when they really ought to be saving for the move. He stood up from the sofa, side-stepped the Moses basket and made his way towards Molly. He stood behind her, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her waist as he did so. She sighed slightly and leaned back against him, bending an arm at the elbow so that she could run a hand through his thick, dark curls. He moved a little, nuzzling the creamy column of her neck before whispering in her ear, seeking her approval. "So you okay with this?"
She turned around in his arms and gave him a half smile, looping her arms around his neck as she did so, "What with the tree or the arrangement you just made with your mum?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "Both," he lied, squeezing her gently so that her soft curves were pressing against his hard edges. She stood on tip-toes and kissed him briefly, not fooled for a second, knowing that there was really only one thing at the forefront of his mind. His eyes had darkened and his actions spoke volumes. "Yeah, I'm fine on both counts," she whispered, before wriggling out of his hold and reaching down for the fairy lights, a tangled mess, in a box by her feet. He squatted down beside her and she shoved them into his hand, "You gonna unravel these then so we can decorate this tree or what?"
...
An hour later.
"So what d'you think?" Charles asked backing away from the Christmas tree, having placed a star on the top. He smiled his appreciation as Molly passed him a mug of coffee and a mince pie.
"I love it," she responded, stepping forward to tweak one of the baubles slightly. Once satisfied of its new position, she turned towards him,"But then you knew I would didn't you?"
"Yep!" he grinned, proceeding to take a sip of his coffee and a bite of the mince pie.
Molly looked over at Mia who was still sound asleep in the Moses basket. "Reckon, Sam and Mia will love it too, " she murmured absentmindedly. Charles followed her gaze, his eyes settling on the sleeping infant.
"Speaking of which, seeing as Sam's with Rebecca today, how about we head into Bath? Take Sleeping Beauty here for a stroll around the Christmas market?" the words were out, before he'd had a chance to think things through.
She couldn't help but laugh. "What today? Two Saturdays before Christmas? You out of your mind?"
"Maybe," he shrugged his shoulders,"but I know how much you love it, and besides it finishes this weekend ."
"Yeah but your mum and dad are coming tomorrow. We're gonna have to tidy up," she sighed, glancing around at the empty boxes that had housed the tree decorations, and the baby paraphernalia that was running a close second in its bid to take over the lounge.
"I'll do it later." He immediately dismissed her argument, then responded with one of his own. "I need to have a mooch around the shops and finish my Christmas shopping anyway. If I don't do it today, I'm not sure when I'm going do it. You know next Saturday's out of the question. And I really don't want to be doing it Christmas Eve."
"You ain't going mad on the gift front are you? I thought we'd agre..."
"Not exactly," he interrupted, adding cryptically, "but I'm not quite done."
"I dunno - what if it snows? It's been threatening to," she offered lamely, torn between staying in and going out.
He shrugged his shoulders, proceeding to place his mug back down on the coffee table. "Then, we come home, or if the roads are bad, we walk to mum and dad's and bunk down there for the night."
"But the market will be heav..."
"I'll buy you a hot chocolate and share a bratwurst with you," he interrupted again, changing tact this time, pulling her into his arms.
"Hang about Major," she grinned,"we've a mortgage to think of."
"Indeed we do, but you know me - I'd give you the world if I could," he half-joked.
She glanced over at their daughter, before turning her attention to him once more. "You already 'ave," she smiled.
Sunday 16th December 2018 - 3.00 pm
Charles and Molly stood together side by side on the driveway watching Charles' parents as they set off down the tree-lined cul-de-sac pushing Mia in the pram. The minute they'd rounded the corner, Charles looked down at Molly, clearly relieved.
"Christ I thought they were never gonna go."
"Yeah well your poor dad was just settling down to watch the rugby. Thought he was gonna choke on his whiskey when your mum hauled him off the sofa and said they were taking Mia for a walk. I feel a bit guilty."
"Don't be, he'll get over it. I'll get him a couple of tickets for the next Bath game if it makes you feel any better."
"What so you can go an' all?"
"Course!"
"You don't suppose he's twigged do you? I'll be bleedin' mortified if he has. I won't be able to look him in the eye again."
"No I'm sure he hasn't. He'd have said something. Anyway, so what if he has? I don't think it'll come as any great surprise to him that we have sex do you?"
"S'pose not," Molly shrugged her shoulders. "But what about your poor mum?"
"I'm pretty sure she knows too," he smirked, neatly sidestepping Molly's elbow as it came his way. "Look don't worry about her; she's in her element. She's been desperate to look after Mia since you gave birth!"
"But sending them out for an hour and a half? That's a bit much! It'll be dark by the time they get back!"
"Molls we've been together for over four years. You should know me by now. I'm nothing if not an optimist!" he winked. Taking hold of her hand, he tightened his fingers around hers and began to lead her back towards the house.
...
"D' you think she's alright?" Molly murmured, as she slumped down on her side of the bed and began to wriggle out of her trousers.
"They've only been gone five minutes. She'll be fine." Charles automatically responded, his voice muffled as he pulled the pale blue shirt he was wearing from his shoulders up over his head. He discarded it and made his way across the room towards her.
"But what if..." Her voice trailed off as she watched him approach, his firm, bare chest and well-defined abs on display. He sat down beside her, the bed dipping under his weight, and she averted her eyes, her attention now drawn to her wedding ring instead, as her thumb and index finger twisted it slightly. He rested his forearms on his thighs, clutching his hands together as he glanced at her sideways realising that she was deliberately avoiding his gaze. She bit her bottom lip under his scrutiny and he spoke softly, prompting her."But what if what?"
"But what if she's cold?"
"Molly. You wrapped her in like a million layers before they left. Crisp, winter walks never did any of us lot any harm when we were that small. And anyway knowing dad, they'll end up in the coffee shop down the road so that he can read the papers."
"Suppose she gets hungry?"
"You feed her before they left remember? She should be good for a couple of hours."
"And if she ain't?" She meet his gaze finally, her eyes reflecting her anxiety.
"Then Mum and Dad will bring her home..."
"Yeah well she ain't been away from me before. It don't feel right. I'm missing her."
"Molly," he cupped her face in his hands, his eyes darkening leaving her in no doubt as to what he meant as he murmured, "I miss my baby too but I miss my wife as well."
She didn't respond, the look of longing by now clearly visible in his eyes serving only to add to her nervousness. He sighed slightly, completely misinterpreting her silence this time as he moved to get off the bed and retrieve the phone from his bedside. "I'll ring mum and ask them to come home," he muttered, unable to keep the disappointment from his voice.
She reached out to him, placing a hand on his thigh to stall him, looking up at him as she spoke. "No wait... I'm sorry. I miss you an' all, it's just that...," she broke off a second time, looking down at the carpet, embarrassment preventing her from finishing what she'd started.
He took his place beside her again, tilting her chin up so that she had no choice but to look at him. His dark eyes searched hers as he caressed her face gently. "What's going on Molls? This isn't just about Mia; there's something else isn't there? Tell me please."
"It's nothing..."
"Molls?" he persisted.
She took a deep breath, then rushed the words out finally finding the courage from somewhere, "It's just that what if it all goes tits up again like the other night? What if...if I disappoint you?"
"Oh sweetheart come here," he let out a sigh of relief and pulled her into his lap, hugging her tightly to him and she burrowed her head into his chest. She found herself relaxing as he kissed the top of her head and murmured reassuring words against her hair - his words an echo of Ellie's - a couple of weeks before. "Molly James I am not, have never been and will never be disappointed with you in any way, shape or form. You must know that."
"But the other night you couldn't pull out quick enough...did it...did I feel any different?" she mumbled against him, her voice almost inaudible.
He turned her face up towards him, his eyes locking on hers.
"That's not exactly true and, anyway, you know why I pulled out. I didn't want to take any chances which makes me a complete hypocrite and - what was it you called me the other night? - oh yeah, an absolute arse..."
"An A class arse actually," Molly interrupted, smiling.
"Whatever. Anyway we really should have talked about contraception first but..but you were so...so inviting and persistent, and I just didn't think... well until it was almost too late. Well at least I hope it wasn't too late..." Two worry lines appeared between his brows, as his mind began to run riot.
"But you didn't ..."
"No..no.. but ...I can't guarantee that... oh fuck... " his voice tailed off as he rubbed the nape of his neck, the thought of two babies a year or so apart, more than just a little unnerving.
"What?" She took his hand in hers and began to rub her thumb over his knuckles. "Would me being pregnant again so soon be so terrible?" she said quietly.
"No of course not! Its just that there's the house move to consider and...well apart from anything.. I think we should enjoy spending time with Mia and Sam first before we add another one into the mix. Don't you?"
She didn't answer and it suddenly dawned on him that maybe, just maybe, she did want another one sooner rather than later. "Molly? You're not seriously thinking about another baby already are you?"
"No! Not for a few months anyway," she winked, her voice gently teasing. He eyed her with suspicion unable to decide whether she was joking or not. He was about to probe her further when she continued, "Look I wouldn't worry. I ain't gonna be pregnant again already what with me breastfeeding and you didn't...anyway you ain't answered my question."
"What question?"
She hesitated and he asked again, "Molly, what question?
"Did I ...did I feel any different?" she asked, her voice soft and low this time. His response was swift, his voice earnest, realising that she needed convincing. "No ... it...you didn't feel any different I promise. You felt the way you always do - amazing, it felt like coming home again."
She touched his chest lightly, her fingers tracing lazy circles. "What to a screaming baby and no dinner on the table?" They both laughed at that and he kissed her again gently, before pulling her back down on the bed, stretching his long limbs out beside her. "Come on let's have a cuddle. We don't have to do anything more if you don't want to," he said, wrapping his arms around her again, it occurring to him that maybe he was pressurising her, the sudden thought alarming him.
"No, no I want us to...please," she whispered.
"It's okay Molls. I really can wait out," he said quietly, still contemplative, his long fingers brushing a thick, wavy, tendril away from her face.
"No, I don't want to wait," she answered honestly.
"You sure?" he probed her further, propping himself up on his elbow sideways on, eyeing her directly, looking for any sign that she wasn't being truthful.
"Charles, I'm sure," she smiled, shifting closer to him. He returned her smile, tracing her bottom lip with his thumb before bending his head to meet her lips. The time for talking was now over; they both knew that. His kiss was tender and unhurried at first, a gentle exploration, her lips soft and warm beneath his. He kissed her again, deeper, more intimately this time as his tongue sought hers and he moaned into her mouth. They kissed for what seemed like forever, her fingers tangled in the curls in the nape of his neck, his hands entwined in her hair.
Eventually, he raised his head to look at her, just drinking her in. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips full and rosy from the warmth of their kisses. His hand moved to the buttons on her silk blouse, stilling briefly as his eyes sought her permission. She nodded her consent and watched him undo each button in turn, his fingers slipping beneath the silky material and grazing her smooth skin. "Molly come here," he commanded, sitting himself upright and pulling her with him. He peeled the blouse from her body, leaving her in just her underwear. "Oh God," he groaned, his eyes alighting on her full breasts encased in a black lace overlay bra he hadn't seen before. "Did you wear this especially for me?" She nodded, unable to speak, and he took a moment more to appreciate her. "It's beautiful, you're beautiful," he whispered as he touched her, his fingers tracing a path across the exposed smooth skin of her cleavage , before gently cupping a breast, moulding it in his hand. Molly said nothing, her breath coming in short little pants, as he continued to caress her, his thumb and index finger toying with her nipple through the black lace, teasing it into a hard peak. Freeing her breast from its casing, he bent his head taking her nipple in his mouth as his tongue rolled over it gently, prompting her to moan softly at the exquisite sensations he was evoking within. He paused as his fingers found the clasp and undid her bra, peeling it away from her body. He lifted his head, his eyes running over her, taking in her beauty once more: bare full breasts, taut nipples and a still slightly rounded stomach that bore a few silvery tell-tale marks of pregnancy. He bent his head to kiss them. "Charles..." Molly began, stopping short when he lifted his head to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed and she turned her head in embarrassment, avoiding his gaze. "Molly James look at me," he smiled. "Don't be embarrassed; they're part of you and you're perfect."
"Hmm and you're so smooth," she giggled, her mood changing in an instant, as he traced his fingers over her stomach.
"I like to think so," he smirked, before his lips replaced his fingers once more. She sighed in anticipation as he continued to bestow sweet kisses downwards, his destination obvious. He adjusted his position before proceeding to leave a trail of soft tender kisses along her inner thigh, inching closer and closer to her centre, his day old stubble tickling her smooth, silky skin. He reached his target and his mouth began to nip and nuzzle at the folds enclosed by her black lacy briefs. He could feel and taste the growing wetness beneath and it was making him hard, so hard for her. He ignored his discomfort, his mouth teasing, nipping and tugging, and he heard her moan with pleasure. He re-positioned her slightly, his hands reaching for the waistband of her knickers. "I'm sorry Molls, as lovely as these are, these briefs are better off than on," he warned, lifting his head to look at her. She had propped herself up on her elbows and was watching him; her eyes heavy with desire, her pulse quickening. She raised herself slightly, allowing him to pull the knickers from her body. She sighed once more contentedly and he paused to capture the sweet sound, his mouth finding hers. He decided to linger there awhile, her lips soft and pliant beneath his. That was the trouble with his wife. He never knew quite where to begin. He adored each and every inch of her. He pulled her upwards and she arched into him, deepening the kiss, one hand tangled in the thick curls, at the nape of his neck, the other relishing the taut muscles of his back, absorbing the heat of his skin. Her breasts brushed gently against his chest, increasing his desire, and his hand fumbled to release himself from the confines of his jeans. She helped him, pulling his underwear from his body so that he too was naked. They lay back down together on the bed, their hands roaming freely, caressing and stroking one another, their lips teasing and tasting, kisses so tender and sweet. Want and desire surged through them both, but it was Molly who broke first, "Charles, please, make love to me," she begged, desperate by now for him to take her.
"Soon sweetheart," he promised, his voice low and husky. "I want you to be ready. I'm not going to risk hurting you again." He moved back down the bed, positioning himself so that his head was between her legs. She bent her knees allowing him easier access and he began to kiss her gently between her thighs, taking his time knowing there would be no interruptions. His hands followed suit, caressing her creamy soft skin. Eventually, his tongue reached his target once more and he heard her gasp with undisguised pleasure as he began to explore her sweet, wet core. Back and forth his tongue glided rhythmically over her, lapping at her increasing wetness. She reached for him, her hands entwined in his hair, urging him on. He needed no encouragement. Deeper and deeper, his tongue probed her centre, once again so deliciously familiar. Her breath quickening, she moaned again as ripples of pure pleasure built up inside her. She didn't know how she found the resolve to stop him, tugging gently on his curls. "Charles, I ...I want you to be inside me..please... now," she murmured. He lifted his head to look at her, nodding wordlessly, in relief as much as anything, knowing that he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. Sliding two long fingers inside, he confirmed what he already knew that she was ready for him. He moved away from her, his fingers now fumbling for the box of condoms he'd brought the day before and which were now stored in the bedside chest. She took the box from him, proceeding to slide one over his male hardness, making him groan again at her touch, before lying back down on the bed pulling him with her. She parted her legs in invitation, eager to have him inside her, and he lowered himself, entering her slowly, easing himself in, taking care not to hurt her.
"Is this okay?" he whispered, stilling himself immediately inside of her to allow her to adjust to him. He caressed her cheek lightly with one hand, as his eyes sought confirmation. She nodded briefly, wrapping her legs around him, entrapping him in her hold. "I love you," she murmured, pulling him ever closer for a lingering kiss, as he began to move, burying himself deep inside her tight walls. Only managing a mumbled, "ditto" in reply, he half-smiled knowing full well that she'd give him hell . He kissed her again long and hard, making up for his response, silencing her protests. Increasing his strokes, he picked up his pace and she moved with him, delighting in the sensations he was evoking. Together they built up a perfect rhythm, whispering words of devotion to each other, riding waves of intense pleasure as one. Knowing that she was close, he dragged his lips from hers, taking the breast he'd neglected before into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the taut nipple. Seconds later, Molly cried out his name in gratitude over and over as she reached the point of sheer bliss, succumbing to the ultimate pleasure. He wasn't far behind her, groaning in pure ecstasy as her tight walls contracted around him and he spilled himself into the condom until he was entirely spent. He collapsed down onto her chest before rolling her over so that she was on top of him. They cuddled each other, coming back down to earth, as their breathing slowed and he twitched inside of her. "I love you too Molly, always," she heard him whisper finally, as he held her even tighter to him. Eventually, he moved away from her, stealing a quick kiss before dispensing with the condom. Getting back into bed, he took her in his arms once more. "You okay?" he asked again, kissing the top of her head as she lay sprawled across his chest. She lifted her head and he smiled, her green eyes still dazed with the look of love he adored so much. One he knew he'd never tire of. "I'm more than okay," she began, "that was..."
"Amazing, the way it's always been," he supplied honestly, and she nodded kissing his chest before glancing over at the alarm clock on his bedside. His eyes followed hers and he sighed heavily, as he noticed the time. He voiced his thoughts, "I s'pose we'd better make a move. They'll be back shortly." Despite his words, neither took the lead, both reluctant to be anywhere except in each other's arms. A sharp rap at the front door moments later changed that. "Fuck. They're early!" Charles practically leapt out of bed frantically searching for his jeans. Molly couldn't help but giggle as he dived beneath the bed, banging his head on the frame, continuing his search. "It's not fucking funny, " he growled, before sighing in relief as he located the jeans. "Dad will give me a right bollocking if he finds out he's missed the rugby so that I could spend the afternoon in bed with you," he continued, glaring at Molly as he sat down on the bed turning his jeans the right side out before standing up. She'd rolled over and was now on her side, watching him. She couldn't help herself, laughing even louder as he fell over struggling into his jeans. "Well, you should have thought about that before you spoke to your mum yesterday!"
He grinned as he too saw the funny side. Righting himself, his fingers did up his fly as he looked in her direction again. Her face was flushed with happiness and he sat back down on the mattress, leaning in towards her, his mouth hovering inches from hers. "Maybe you're right. But then again you're so worth it," he murmured, stealing another kiss, before shouting out to his parents that he was on his way.