A/N: It is possible that this should have gone in the M section, but don't know how to do it, so if you are likely to be offended please stop reading after the Happy New Year…. You can see where my mind (or something) has been for the last few days and that I'm obviously feeling a lot better ….
-OG-
Her body language had made it pretty clear that she hadn't wanted to go to the party even if she hadn't actually come right out and said so, but he hadn't been worried, he'd assumed it would be all okay once they got there and he'd been right, it had been, for her. But not for him, he was the one who desperately wanted to get away ...
"We've done our duty, showed up … come on, let's push off"
"Your duty, mate, not mine … this lot 'ad never even heard of me before, well, apart from Shelley, and I don't think she knows who I am exactly, she's nearly as well out of it as last time we saw 'er ….. but they're all dead friendly aren't they?"
"If you say so" He ran a hand over his hair and looked round the room at the mix of relatives, friends of the family and a few old friends from his rugby club days, and put a pleading expression on his face as he took her hand, wrapping his fingers around hers "Can't we go to the pub or something?"
She hadn't wanted to come to this stupid party one little bit and had spent a great deal of the afternoon thinking up all sorts of excuses, fairy tales that had ranged from a bad head to bubonic plague and everything in between, but she'd known before she'd even tried them on him that he wouldn't believe a bloody word of any of it and if she was being honest the atmosphere between them was already a bit on the shit side without her making it worse. It had been sort of awkward ever since that crap in the car on Boxing Day … It was bleeding obvious that he was a little bit put out, a bit hurt that she didn't want to do what he ….. wanted, although he hadn't actually said what it was he did want, not really, and she still hadn't told him why she couldn't, she hadn't found the right time or the right words to explain about …. her worries, or about her dreams of doing something different and she knew he thought it was because she didn't love him enough, that he didn't know how scared she was.
An hour into it and she was having a great time until he'd jerked his head telling her he wanted her to go and talk to him where there was no audience. No-one had seemed to be looking down on her, well not that she'd noticed anyhow, and in fact all the people she'd talked to, admittedly most of them middle-aged or older, had been nice and friendly, maybe a little bit on the nosy side wanting to know who she was and what her name was and how she knew Charles and for how long and all that, but nothing else, not the third degree he'd warned her to expect. And although it was now well past ten o'clock, she was nowhere near pissed, which was a bit of a result in itself.
The thing that was getting to him so much was the blonde stick insect with a posh voice and legs up to her armpits, the one who was apparently best mates with another blonde stick insect with a posh voice who had once been married to him but wasn't any more. She kept looking at Molly as if she was taking notes or something and she'd had this sickly smile on her gob whenever she'd caught Molly's eye, which wasn't often because Molly was doing a great job of pretending she didn't give a shit who it was he was talking to.
She was pretty sure that Charles hadn't known that whatever her name was, was going to be there, the horrified look on his unguarded face when he'd first clapped eyes on her had told her everything she needed to know, before the shutters had come down and closed off all the expression from his face. Molly had immediately pretended she couldn't think of anything she wanted to do more than stop at the party, there was no fucking way she was going to allow a blonde twiglet wearing a Victoria's Secret push-up bra trying to make a show of her tits in a horrible black chiffon dress, to chase her off.
Her own black dress might be a bit on the cheap side in comparison and might possibly be a tiny bit too tight …. and too short, but at least she didn't look like a porn star who'd turned up in a nightie, and he was at the party with her and not with Fanny or Fenella or whatever the fuck her name was, even if she was making sure no-one else could get near him, and even if she did have enough mascara on her lashes to make them look like tarantulas, and Molly would take bets that they were false and that twiglet didn't stick the mascara wand in her eyes when she put on the twenty fifth layer, and even if she did have her hand on his arm the whole time and even if she was trying to get him to look at her tits …..
Charles, her lovely, lovely Charles looked bored bloody stiff, which filled Molly with all sorts of affection for him as well as bringing back the night in Cyprus when Fuckface had been trying to get in his pants and Tilly had called him a 'good boy', like he was her pet dog or something. Molly knew he wanted to get away from her, she could tell, but that he was too polite, too much of a gentleman to just tell her to sod off, not like most of the blokes she knew who'd have no hesitation, and now that he had managed to escape her clutches he wanted to shove off down the pub, and she loved him to bits for that as well.
Charles had spent over an hour listening to Francesa talk about Rebecca, she seemed to be under the mistaken impression that he gave a shit, which he didn't. Rebecca and he were such ancient history that Frankie's thinly veiled suggestions of his ex-wife wanting to get back with him almost made him snort his incredulity out loud. He was certain that the stupid cow had got that all wrong, maybe it was her interpretation of something or other, but he was as sure as he could be that Rebecca no more wanted to get back with him than he did with her. There was no way that that was ever going to happen, their relationship was water that had disappeared under a hell of lot of bridges a very long time ago now and all that was left of it that he cared about was Sam … and now there was this girl with the glossy hair and the green eyes who tugged at his heart strings in a way that no-one else ever had, including Rebecca, and he was horribly afraid as he watched her chatting, her whole face lighting up with laughter, that he might have badly fucked things up with her for the second time.
"Not 'aving a good time then?" Molly nodded her head at the twiglet in case he didn't know who she was talking about "With 'er?"
"No, I need rescuing"
"Don't worry, I won't let her get her claws in"
"Thank fuck for that"
She stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, then brushed her lips fleetingly across his before leaning against him for a moment, before looking up to see if she'd managed to bring a smile back to his face, smirking as he struggled to control the smile that was threatening to break out despite all his best efforts at being Captain Straight Face. The fact that the stick insect was watching was an added bonus as far as Molly was concerned.
"What did she want?"
"No idea"
He shook his head, unwilling to lie to her but there was no way he was going to tell her it had been about Rebecca. He'd already royally fucked things up with the timing of that stupid suggestion that she should move in with him without making it any worse. Her eyebrows shot skywards as she shook her head slowly from side to side, unsure whether or not to believe him, and then grinned at his mask of studied indifference, snaking an arm round his waist and hugging, her green eyes shining as he grinned back and dropped a kiss on the top of her head.
In the end they stayed where they were, to all intents and purposes joined at the hip, with his arm firmly round her shoulders and hers round his waist as they chatted and laughed and circulated and completely ignored all the curious looks they were attracting and then left as soon after the chimes of Big Ben as they possibly could without being spectacularly rude to their hosts. Neither of them had any desire to join in with the orgy of drunken kissing and hugging that followed the shouts of "Happy New Year" and the long, hot and crowded evening made the fresh air and cold damp drizzle outside incredibly welcome.
-OG-
"Come on time for bed"
He rubbed a hand over his wet curls, checked that he'd locked and bolted the front door then turned to pull her towards the stairs as she began to walk in the other direction towards the kitchen.
"Cuppa first? I'll make it"
"Lovely"
As soon as she'd got in the kitchen and flicked the light switch she bundled up her damp hair, raking it through with her fingers before tying it back with an elastic band that was sitting on the side, so that it became a messy waterfall that was shining under the glare of the old-fashioned strip lights, creating a massive urge in him to wind it round his hand and use it to pull her against him as she messed around with cups and tea bags making a hot drink that he didn't want. He wanted to kiss her senseless not drink bloody tea.
"Not so long back I was on this transport plane to some godforsaken hell-hole and this girl, the one I love, was there … she was on the plane as well"
"Is she a soldier 'n all then?" Molly turned her head to look at his face as he perched one cheek of his bum on the work surface next to her, her face and voice the picture of innocent enquiry "Is she pretty?"
"Indeed she is a soldier, an awesome one" He nodded emphatically "I hadn't seen her for a while but …. she hadn't changed much, and no, she's not pretty" He bit his lip and grinned at the expression on her face "She's fucking beautiful….. and she still eats chocolate for breakfast and strawberry laces for lunch" He faked a shudder "So no, she hadn't changed at all, except that she wasn't looking at me, she wouldn't, she was far too busy pretending to be listening to something fascinating on her headphones …"
"I was listening to some'ing fascinating….. Poldark …. and you didn't look at me neither"
"Who said I was talking about you?"
"Sorry" Molly giggled "Just sayin', I'll shut up"
"Good … right, now where was I? Oh yeah, all I could think about was this day when she'd been cooking something, right here, in this kitchen, and how she'd been deliberately shaking her gorgeous little arse at me … and about what happened next…"
"What did happen next?"
"What, you can't remember?"
"Oh, it WAS me now? Go on then … you was sayin'"
"Well" He stood up and bumped her with his shoulder then put his hands on the tops of her arms and turned her round to face him "First of all she kissed me ….. only a little kiss ….. like this … and then ….. she kissed me a lot more and put her arms round my neck ….. like this … and then I lifted her up on here …..just like this ….. Oh no forgot, before that I took her T shirt off …." He was running his tongue round his teeth and laughing softly as he bit at his bottom lip drawing it into his mouth "Like this …" He started sliding her dress up over her hips
"I'm not wearing a T shirt"
"I know …. your dress will have to do instead" He was still smirking as he finished sliding it over her head and dropped it on the chair behind him before lifting her back on the worktop and lifting her arms back round his neck … and then he wasn't laughing anymore as he slid his thumbs under the straps of her bra and started to slide them down her arms, before giving up and putting his hands round and undoing the clasp, hooking it off and throwing it behind him towards her dress, missing the chair so that it fell on the floor.
"You've gone a bit quiet, thought you was gonna talk dirty there for a minute"
"Do you want me to?"
"Yeah" She caught sight of the expression on his face and giggled "Nah, you're alright"
"Thank fuck for that, not sure I'd be any good at it"
His breath was hitching in his chest as he gently pushed her legs apart and stepped in between her thighs, leaning forward to kiss her neck and then carrying on down to her breasts as she obeyed her body's demand to get as close to his mouth as she possibly could. He fastened his lips round one puckered nipple and sucked gently, nibbling and running his tongue over first one and then the other, his fingers running slowly down her spine as if he was counting her bones until they rested on her hips, keeping his eyes focused on her face the whole time, watching with hooded eyes as she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips and tilted her head to look up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes as he slid her tights and knickers off, lifting her up slightly to make it easier and ignoring the small sounds of protest she was making about whether he was sure the house was empty, that he should check to see whether his mum and dad had come home early ...….. they could come downstairs any minute to wish them a Happy New Year...
"Sshh, stop worrying, they're in Italy" He went back to kissing her neck behind her ear and then down her ribs to her hip bone and across to her navel, dropping tiny kisses all the way down, and then across her stomach to her navel, laughing softly when she tensed and sucked in her muscles and tried to pretend that she was all toned. He wanted to tell her to stop, that he loved how soft and rounded she was and the way her body felt against his, how she 'fitted' him, and how perfect she was.
"They're not here, I promise there's no-one else here, just us, the house is empty ….. just like it was last time"
"Hey" She put her hands on his shoulders and tried to distract him from what he was doing to her as he kissed his way down to the inside of her thigh, and then started to move upwards, something that made breathing very difficult, this was all going a bit fast "This last time you keep on about, did you keep your kit on then?"
"Nope, shouldn't think so"
He found shirt buttons very hard to undo with hands that are not quite steady as she put her hand on him and started to slowly slide his zip down. The feel of her fingers as they touched his erection through his clothes made him close his eyes and gulp, he was literally aching with need as he stopped trying to undo his shirt and helped her undo the top button of his jeans instead, sliding his jeans and boxers off in one go and kicking them free from his feet. She looked down at his jutting erection, about to tease him about the extent of his arousal, but the urge to do anything like that disappeared when she saw the intent expression on his face and the way his dark eyelashes fanned out on his cheeks, stroking her thumb slowly over his bottom lip instead and feeling as a tremor ran through him at her touch.
His hands twisted in the waterfall of her hair as he started kissing and murmuring against her lips, stopping only to take in desperately needed oxygen, before she buried her hands in his hair and tugged his head down to hers to resume the kissing. She managed to get close enough to wind her legs round his waist and to pull him towards her, before putting her hand down and wrapping her fingers round him, inviting him, an invitation that he couldn't have resisted even if he'd wanted to. He knew it would probably be better for them to shift, to maybe move to the sitting room, the sofa or … even the rug and he remembered fleetingly what she'd said about a condom, but none of that seemed important as she began to move with him, slowly at first, tightening around him as his strokes got quicker and harder, and muttering at him not to stop, whispering over and over that she was almost there until that first white-hot bolt of pleasure shot through her and she turned into a mass of tremors, tremors that shook her down to her toes and seemed to go on forever, and even when they finally slowed and stopped, she could still feel tiny echoes of sensation in her pelvis somewhere, just waiting.
He came apart almost immediately after her, shouting at the intense spasms of pleasure that almost set her off again as the feelings that were still there turned into mini after-shocks of her orgasm… meaning she clung to him, breathless and speechless, as he rested his head on her, still breathing heavily, as his heart rate started slowing down to normal and a bead of sweat rolled down his face into the hollow of her neck…..
"You okay?"
He couldn't remember ever feeling anything like this, the feeling of pure happiness as he gazed at her, loving the way her eyes were huge and misted over as she looked at him, and at the loving smile on her face as she put out her hand and stroked his hair back and then giggled, obviously still a bit shaken as she teased him.
"Yeah … don't remember this other time you keep on about though, you might gonna have to do it again …. just to remind me, make sure it was me"
"Of course it was you" He chuckled "You might gonna have to give me five minutes"
He lifted her down, both of them laughing, and held her against him for a few moments to make sure she was steady on her feet before taking his shirt off and holding it out for her to put her arms through the sleeves and then let go to pull on his boxers.
"Come on time to go up to bed I think, don't want you to get cold" He started to collect their clothing from where it was strewn around the kitchen.
"Thought you said you needed five minutes"
He raised his eyebrows and half turned to look sideways at her standing there giggling as she pretended to misunderstand, at how unbelievably sexy she looked wearing nothing but his unbuttoned shirt and an extremely happy smile, and he slowly stood upright, still holding the clothes, grinned then threw his head back to shout with happy laughter.
"Okay, make that four"
