Firstly I just want to say a few thank you's. To the users on here who have commented/ messaged me with such kind words, it means so much to me. To all of the FF authors, because your updates are giving me something to look forward to. And last but not least to the OGA ladies and gent, who are all such wonderful people, and never fail to cheer me up.

My doctor has told me that I'm not well enough to be working anymore, so I've decided I'm going to write whenever I feel up to it to stop me from going stir crazy! I've spent too much of today in tears, so I wrote a happier chapter to cheer me up. I know it's not brilliant, but I hope you can still enjoy it x

"Smurf…"

"It's not what it looks like," Captain James said, hastily pushing Molly back. She felt herself falling from the bed, sliding sideways. She threw her feet out, just about managing to land the right way up. He immediately sat up, checking that she was ok; a desperately apologetic look on his face. As soon as she smiled, acknowledging that all was forgiven, he turned his attention back to Smurf. "We were just…"

"Hugging," Molly completed his sentence. She could feel her heart thumping inside her chest as she spoke. "We know it's inappropriate, but he just had a near miss and was feeling a bit down." Her words were nearly as fast as her racing pulse.

Smurf stared at them both, deadpan. His eyes were practically bulging with anger, his lips trembling as he formed whatever it was that he felt he needed to say. Molly knew he wasn't fooled, but she didn't know what else to say. Nothing would make him un-see that kiss, so whatever she said now would only dig the hole deeper. Against her instincts, it was safer to stay quiet.

"Right, Captain James." The doctor came in, throwing the curtain back. Suddenly he noticed Molly and Smurf, and frowned with confusion. Whilst visitors weren't uncommon, two privates didn't usually arrive unannounced. "I need to talk to Captain James," he spoke slowly, noticing Molly's Tactical Recognition Flash. "Are you in his platoon?"

"Yeah."

"In that case, medic, it might be useful if you stayed. If of course the Captain is happy with that?"

"That's fine, she can stay. Smurf," his eyebrows raised, "we'll talk later."

Smurf narrowed his eyes, glaring. Despite his anger, he turned and left, leaving the two of them alone with the doctor. Molly knew in that moment, that their secret was safe. If he was going to say anything to anyone, he would have said it then. She nearly fell to her knees as relief washed over her, but knew that she had to maintain her posture. She was a private in the presence of her Commanding Officer after all.

"Right," the doctor began. "The CT was all clear and luckily for you the wound is entirely superficial; so if you're happy I think we can let you go. But that is on the condition that you take it easy over the next 48 hours and if there's the slightest change you come straight back here. I've spoken to Major Beck and he's promised me that you'll be kept on light duties for that period, so there's no excuse. Do you have any questions?"

"So I can go?" He didn't quite believe it.

"You certainly can, Sir. You'll have to come back in a week to get the stitches removed, but until then I think it's safe to leave you in the medic's capable hands."

In a state of confused disbelief, Captain James pushed back the cover and slid out of bed, thanking the doctor as he left. The curtain remained across just enough to protect him and Molly from the view of the door and the ward's solitary patient. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to her ear; his breath warm, teasing. "Go ahead, let yourself into my cabin. Once I'm dressed I'll meet you there."

Molly smiled, her body tingling with excitement. She obeyed his orders, heading back along the hospital corridor. She could feel a spring in her step as she walked, knowing that everything was ok now, and maybe about to get even better. To her surprise, Jackie suddenly grabbed hold of her arm, pulling her into the cupboard that they had been restocking barely minutes earlier.

"Smurf was in a right old state when he walked out. What exactly happened?"

"He caught us kissing," Molly confessed.

"Oops," Jackie bit the side of her lip, suppressing a laugh. "So what are you gonna do now?"

"I dunno, Jack. I told him we were just hugging, so maybe he believed it. The boss has been told he can go, so I'm gonna go wait for him back in his cabin."

"Whoa, seriously? I mean that's great that he's ok, but are you sure that you two wanna…you know? I mean I wouldn't say no if he offered…"

"Jackie! I dunno if we will. It just feels… right."

Jackie nodded, she understood. In the short time that she'd known Molly, she'd never seen her so happy. Whilst she didn't know Captain James as well, this was the second tour they'd been on together, and there was definitely a noticeable improvement in his mood recently. They separated with a hug and Molly made her way out of the hospital. Darkness had fallen on the camp, bringing some cooler air with it. She felt a renewed energy, jogging the shot distance to Captain James' quarters. She checked that there was nobody around before easing the door open and stepping inside.

It was hard to believe that she'd been in there only that morning. It was a horrible memory, thinking of their argument. Whilst it still hurt that he hadn't been honest with her from the beginning, she understood his reasons now. She rested her rifle against the wall, removing her outer jacket and freeing her hair. She giggled to herself, realising how much of a teenager she felt, acting as though this was her first time. She was so nervous it may as well have been.

"Fuck," she muttered to herself, pulling her vest down. "Get a grip"

The door swung open soon after, Captain James strolling in confidently. He didn't even stop to breathe as he placed his rifle beside Molly's and then pushed her up against the wall. His hands held her in place, his lips devouring hers. He edged back, admiring the sight before him, before lifting her up and throwing her onto the bed, his hands tugging at the hem of her top as his lips attacked hers once more.

"Wait," Molly said, turning her head fractionally. "What's the hurry?"

"There's no hurry." Desperate to maintain as much contact as possible with her, he reached up, stroking his thumb along her cheek. "I just realised today that life's too short. I promised myself at New Year that I would stop working so hard at making a living that I forget to make a life. I even made it my New Year's resolution because I was so damn certain of what I wanted."

"I never thought I'd hear you quoting Dolly Parton, boss."

"Well what can I say? If the shoe fits." His smile broadened. "I mean it, Molly. I know we can and probably should wait out, but I can't bear it. I know that you're all I want and the thought of waiting out any longer is torture." His eyes flicked across her face, searching for a reaction. Sensing that the penny still hadn't dropped, he knew he had to spell out to her. "I want to make love to you, Molly."

"What about the regulations?"

"Exactly, what about them? I love you."

Molly looked at him with uncertainty. "You don't know me, you only know the me on tour."

"You can only see the tip of an iceberg but you still know it's an iceberg."

"Are you calling me an iceberg?" She laughed.

Captain James smiled, leaning forward to kiss her once more. This time it was gentle, caring almost. Molly could feel a tingle shoot down her spine, the anticipation bubbling within her. Goosebumps crept across her body as she allowed herself to relax back into the bed. This was going to be amazing.

A/N After re-reading this story, I think this is a fitting place to finish it. It was only ever intended to be a short story, but then I had the idea for the video and it continued from there. Thank you SO much to everyone who has read/reviewed and followed this story, and to the wonderful people who kept giving me suggestions along the way