I work fulltime so can only write in the weekends. A bit of a hassle really, because these two have been in my ear constantly over the past week, wanting to have a very pressing and frank discussion about chemistry, bodies (theirs' and others') and green eyed monsters. In New Zealand we have a variety of monsters that are very important to us, called taniwha, some of them green. There are heaps of them in the Waikato River, for example. Non-kiwi readers might like to look taniwha up online.

CJ and Molly really do need to get this stuff sorted so they can get on with their expanded holiday opportunities for play of one kind or another, so here goes… Some hot action involved, folks, as we lead into the discussion part in the next chapter.

Chapter 3. Waiting Out for Too Long

After match drinks were a pretty subdued affair for the four of them and the couples quickly decided to call it a night. Molly and Charles felt jetlagged after the long flight from England, really wanting showers, bed and each other, not necessarily in that order. Once they were in the door of the unit where they had dropped their bags before the game, their clothes came off in near record time.

"Double away to the bathroom, Dawsey", growled Charles, instantly hard as he watched her strip off her lacy white knickers. "I'm having you in the shower in about two minutes." He kissed her lightly on her neck, on the spot which only he knew was an instant trigger to arouse her, as they got into the shower and warm water flowed over them. "We're not waiting! I want you right now…"

"Hell, you are so incredibly wet!" he hissed into her ear as his fingers stroked between her legs. Molly blushed, still a little shocked at the power Charles had to make her ready for him so quickly.

"You do that to me, "she whispered, "It's almost embarrassing how much my body wants you inside me… I can't help it! I love it…." He lifted her till she could wrap her legs around his waist and her arms could grip the curls at the base of his neck. With a sharp intake of breath and a groan of pleasure emanating from his core, he entered her, hard and urgent, as she strained to have him connect with every possible part of her. This time it was very fast: it was almost two whole days since they last had one another and waiting out had been just too long for them both…..

As Molly came with a high, keening cry of joy, James growled again, but louder and viscerally as he spilled into her for a very long time, holding tight, moving in a triumphant rhythm, calling out to her,

"Molly, "he gasped, his breathing ragged and uneven as he pulled out of her," I love you! I didn't have a clue I could love so much… Only you, Molly. You've been all I've wanted…. since Afghan…since I first saw you, I think. I love you so much….!"

Gently, he lowered her to the floor of the shower, washed her hair and stroked her shoulders, pausing to kiss the back of her neck. She shivered,

"No more just now, Bossman! I love it when you go so strong and fast with me sometimes… not every time, though." She was a bit bemused at finding she had liked Charles being dominant. "I do like it a little bit rough, I think…but I need to come down a bit now."

He washed his own hair, turned off the water and reaching for a fluffy white towel, dried Molly's body gently. She noticed the wicked grin starting at the corners of his mouth and his lazy glance at her still wrapped in the towel. Opening her suitcase, he rummaged around until he found a pair, a very skimpy pair, of black shorts, THOSE shorts and a red tank top, both of which he had packed when she was not looking.

"I'm going into the next room and you're putting those on and then you're turning your back to the door and drying your hair and I'm….."

Molly caught on immediately. She gave Charles the look and the laugh, knowing and incredibly sexy, that he would always remember from their Bath lunch date. He called it "The Travelodge Special", Molly's response to his telling her his parents had gone to Italy leaving their house vacant and available. She had accused him of luring her there, he had wanted to know if his ploy had worked. Yes, it had, big time, and he hoped that what he had planned now would work just as well.

Giving her time to get the shorts and top on, he dressed in a pair of light trainer pants only, his chest and feet bare, his curls still wet. Out of her travel pack he pulled a marker pen and put it in his pocket. He went to the door, padding silently on his feet. No longer needing to pretend, he hungrily took in her strong, straight back, her narrow waist and tight shapely arse. Remembering how he had been totally disarmed by her beauty the first time, he waited for a minute or two, watching her towel dry her long brown hair, before he spoke…

"In a minute I want you to turn around and we are not going to talk about anything but us. Not Bashira, not Rolex Boy. You're going to let me look at you as I so wanted to the day you went on leave. Then I want you to sit on that camp bed, just like you did before, Dawesy, in the corner, so I can come and kneel on the floor beside you."

Caught up in this new script, Molly followed the instructions wordlessly, noticing his obvious arousal as soon as she turned and the gleam in his brown eyes and the way he bit down on his lower lip.

"Are you checking me out?" he breathed softly. "I'm looking right at you and what I see is driving me crazy. Sit down now, Molly." Pulling the felt tip from his pocket, he went on, "No Rosabaya, not this time. This is what I really wanted to say then. And now." Taking her arm, he wrote slowly and deliberately '

"I WANT YOU. NOW." and he held her hand lightly, touching her fingers gently, looking into her eyes, asking her, "Please, stay with me." There was no need for Molly to change her words, not at all.

"I will, don't worry!" Taking a deep breath, Charles leaned into her, tucking her head under his chin and running his fingers through her fragrant brown hair. She stroked his chest and his shoulders and kissed his neck with soft, undemanding lips. "Boss," she murmured, "I love your strong back and how it feels to be close to your heart when you hold me against your chest. I knew back then that you wanted to hold me and kiss me. I wanted to do the same. That's when I knew I was in love with you, when you wrote "Rosabaya" on my arm. I like what you put there better this time. I love you, Charles James, so much. I love you more every day."

He picked her up and carried her to bed. "There's just one thing, though," she said. "We're on our own for a while, just us. We need to talk about all the stuff we haven't said because we've been avoiding it by getting into the pit. And making love all over the place all the time…"

"What do you mean? Don't you want to make love? What's the problem?"

"Well, the green eyed monster, for a start. No one could make love like we did tonight and all our other nights and think that someone like Beaver could ever be important to me…or you. I want to know why you get jealous all the time. Let's do a lot of talking while we drive around Charles, cos I love you so much and I want it to be all good for us. I promise I won't tease any more, if you like. Come closer, but not Bossman this time. Just be Charles, slow and sexy, please."

Thanks for the feedback! And the suggestions. Kiwi readers, how do think Molly would go with Tane Mahuta? Or any others of our NZ trees? Can we change her opinion about trees? Could she go into the bush with Willie Apiata? And Charles, of course. Suggest readers search for the Apiata warrior photo. Who does he look like?