Bonfire Heart

Previously:

Charles looked down at where their hands were still joined but Molly had stopped tracing the reassuring circles with her thumb. He looked up at her surprised to find her smiling at him.

"I already new both of those bit of information you div! A photo on your desk of a young boy that looks exactly like you it doesn't take much to put two and two together! And you should know that nothing can stay hush on tour, I was warned before we even left that you were a bit touchy because of what you were going through with your ex."

"You knew and you let me ramble on, I'm so getting you back for that!"

Chapter 6 – For a Long, Long Time

Knock, Knock…

Captain James looked up wearily from the pile of paperwork on his desk, a smile settling on his face as his eyes glanced across the clock in the corner of the room, 20:00, his new favorite time of the day.

It had been 2 long weeks since he and Molly had had their "talk" and true to his word he had been on his best behavior managing to kept things between them strictly PG. Thankfully there was so much to do around camp in preparation for their departure he hadn't had much spare time to dwell or become distracted by his new relationship.

That was until 3 days ago when Molly had taken things into her own hand turning up on his doorstep armed with her portable medic kit. She had explained to him that as he had not been to see her with "them manky trotters" she was just going to have to come to him.

So for the last 3 evenings at 20:00 Molly had turned up at his under the pretense of dealing with his blistered feet. While this was not an entire lie, his feet still hurt like hell and molly had applied a new dressing on the first evening and cream the two nights after, it wasn't the full story.

The first evening, after Molly had seen to his feet, they had sat on opposite ends of his small single bed crossed legged talking about their family and what life was like back home, Molly returned to her tent at 21:09 that night.

The second evening started in a similar way to the night before, Molly checked his feet, the whole time chatting about family or London or football. Then after she had declared her work was finished and he was about to sit up, she dropped down onto the bed next to him so both of them lying side by side staining up at the cream ceiling of his room. He had put his arm around her shoulder glanced at her and wondered how he had ended up here. They had continued to talk and that night Molly left to go back to her tent at 21:23.

Last night Charles had been prepared. He had commandeered a spare sheet from the clear up operation using it to cover his (newly cleared) office desk setting up a chair either side with the selection of puddings he had managed to smuggle from the canteen dotted around the table. He had hovered by the door for what felt like a lifetime before he heard the knock at the door. He had thrown open the door and, what can only be described as beamed at Molly as she took a step into his room. Molly's face had been a picture and Charles could have sworn she had welled up slightly. They had talked all evening and as she stood up to leave for the evening Charles had stood up with her pausing her movement by gently squeezing her hand that had been entwined with his most of the evening. He had lent in kissing her cheek and whispered in her ear "Sleep well, Molly". As Molly stepped out of the door to head back it was 21:32.

That bring us to this evening, and yet again the good captain had another plan. The knock came again from the door and James stood up smiling as he strode across the room and opened the door.

"That took a bloody long time" Were molly's fist words as she stepped under Charles arm he was holding the door open with and into the room, a cheeky grin on her face.

This is going to be fun thought Charles.

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A/N I'm so sorry for the wait but have been really struggling with work, life, horse and this has got pushed to the bottom of the pile. I am still going to be updating this story although it may be days between chapters or it may be months I offer no guarantees! I will try and write a bit more frequently though!

Next chapter do you want Molly's view of this chapter and the last few evenings or do you want me to move on?