A/N: Blisters was meant to be a one shot and this doesn't directly follow, it could reasonably even be before. This is probably going to become a collection of lusty fluff moments between our favourite couple. Please R&R. I'm sick at the minute so I'm trying to drown in fluff!

~Coco-Pops~

After a few months Molly's mum had started to come through on the care packs. Earlier this week she had received a packet full of treats. As requested, the moisturiser Molly had been dying for. Her skin was dry and battered from the sun and wind that surrounded them at the base. It wasn't because she wanted to look 'prettier' or anything, her skin just felt horrid, itchy almost. The next request was for some celebrity gossip magazines. Being surrounded by men 24fucking7 was driving Molly insane. And then there was the food. Her favourite sweets, chocolate and her much loved Coco-Pops.

She took out the slightly squashed box of cereal and dove in to find the toy inside. Licking the chocolately dust off her fingers, she caught a laugh in her direction. Captain James was sitting about 15 meters from her in the compound. He had been talking to some of the other soldiers when she began opening her parcel (not that she was paying attention to him or anything). He walked towards her.

"You seriously live on junk food don't you?" He asked accusingly while wearing the cheekiest grin.

"An what?" Molly said through a finger still in her mouth. Definitely not playing the lady at this moment in time.

Captain James laughed again.

"Do you wanna see what I got in my box?" Molly asked innocently, no realising what was so funny about it.

"Another one of your euphemisms Dawesy?"

"You speak in tongues Bossman. Here, you should have a ganders at these sir, proper good reading!" She handed him a copy of heat.

Her innocent mannerism bewitched him. Never had Charles James met such a difficult woman to understand. So truthful and bright. She wasn't as dumb as she let on, that was for sure. But nothing like the woman he had left at home. Molly Dawes was not pretentious or rude, her heart was big enough for the moon. She cared little for other people's opinions and a lot for their actions. She was to him, if only in this moment of licking her fingers and sharing her celeb gossip, nothing if not absolutely perfect.

"Nah, I'll pass. Is this what they call a text book in Eastham?" He joked and she laughed as he leant a little closer to her. She could feel his breath and did what she could to resist climbing into his strong, protective arms.

"Captain! Captain! The recci patrol have reported contact. We need to get to them ASAP!" Fingers shouted in their direction.

Lady Luck interrupted them again.

"Full kit Dawes."

"Yes Sir."

Within moments Private Dawes was kitted up and ready for duty. Not Molly the little London girl, but Private Dawes the respected and probably best medic in the country. The gates of the FOB opened as if bringing Molly into a new world. She walked out with a calm confidence and attended the scene of the contact. Before long the minor injuries were patched and everyone safe to return to the camp.

"Good work Dawsey." Captain James smiled at her, the secret smile that only seemed to come out for her.

"Thank you, Sir." And with that they returned to their duties as Bossman and Medic to await another day where Lady Luck might let them have their moment.