The action that leads to conequences..
December 2017
Charles
He pulled the hood of his parka more firmly over his head as he strode across the square feeling the full force of the biting wind and snow, the freezing temperatures were making his leg ache so much it was bringing tears to his eyes, the ache that he had 'forgotten' to mention to his hordes of doctors during the latter stages of his rehab. His leg was fine most of the time, but when cold weather hit…. He supposed that he really should go to the med centre and get some pain medication but he know that he wouldn't while ever there was a chance he will run into her. He chuckled as he acknowledged how ironic it was considering that a lifetime ago he had a developed a very low pain threshold to some very small blisters so that he could spend time alone with her. He knew he needed to stop thinking about her but the answer wasn't to turn his attention to another young medic, tempting as it was or rather tempting as she was. He was so busy looking at 'once upon a time' that he completely failed to notice there was someone walking towards him until he collided with her and almost sent her flying. "Dawes! Oh, sorry" He put his hand out automatically to steady her, before withdrawing it rapidly, he had no wish to touch her! "S'okay" she regained her balance then said quietly,
"You know, you should get someone to look at that for you don't you? give you something for the pain, you're limping".
"It's fine thanks, just an old war wound that plays up when it's cold"
She looked for a moment as if he had slapped her, then her expression closed again as she turned and walked away into the snowstorm, but not before he heard her mutter childishly "Please yourself!"
"I bloody well will" he muttered under my breath, being equally childish, then told himself to grow up, that he was the CO, the Boss, and it was more than time to act his age and was he going to do this for the rest of my life? She seemed to be fine almost as if they had been mere acquaintances that had lost touch, and it had all been such a long time ago, he wasn't in love with her any more so maybe it was time to let go of his anger and his hurt pride. It was New Year's Eve tomorrow with its usual forced jollities, so he would try very hard to make an effort to be more of an adult, to speak to her pleasantly, to make a fresh start for the year ahead, to be more professional, after all he had just proved to himself that he could hold a conversation with her, well hardly a conversation he gave a wry smile, more like a couple words, but he'd managed to use her surname and and he'd done it without screaming the one question that was uppermost in his mind whenever he clapped eyes on her "Why?"
Molly
Just ran into my worst nightmare, literally as it happens. I don't think either of us were looking where we were going in this bloody awful weather, but if I had seen him coming I would have taken the scenic route, anything to avoid him! He was limping badly but when I said something he turned into a sarcastic bastard. God, if anyone knows about his sodding war wound, it's me, it was my fault, so how could I ever forget? I didn't need him reminding me why he is in pain, although I hope it bleeding well hurts, it would serve him right for being so stupid!
I need to have a word with Izzy cos she is showing all the signs of having a massive crush on him, and if anyone knows what them signs are it would be me! Only problem is that I don't know what to say to her without telling her a lot of ancient history which I am definitely not gonna do, anyway, I am pretty sure that she won't admit anything to me, I just need to mark her card. I hope that he hasn't done anything stupid, although I don't suppose he has changed that much. Maybe I should ask him? Yeah right!
The work here is pretty intense and it's not made any easier by the sodding weather. I always thought these places were hot like Afghan, not bloody freezing and snowy, and we have had one or two cases of flu, I hope that it's not going to be an epidemic. I thought everyone had had a flu jab before we came, but there's always some who manage to avoid needles, daft buggers. New Years Eve tomorrow, so lots of pretending we're all having a great time while we all stay stone cold sober. I haven't had New Year's Eve at home since I joined up so I haven't had a New Year's drink for years. It used to take a fair bit to get me hammered, now one glass would have me dancing on the table or, more likely, asleep under it depending on what was in the glass! It's been a bit stressful lately, to put it mildly, so I would love to be able to go out and get totally trollied, a couple of thimbles full of vodka should do it cos I'm more than likely a very cheap drunk now!
Charles
He honestly didn't set out to be that stupid, it just happened. Little miss blondie, the medic called Izzy, appeared to have a bit of a crush on him and was flirting like mad, flattering but way out of line and he felt far too old. She reminded him of Rebecca to look at only a lot taller, and she even sounded a bit like her, but that was it. He had no intention of spending more than a few minutes talking to her then circulating to talk to as many people as possible before heading off as close to 1 minute past midnight as he could manage. The reason he carried on chatting to her for so long was that he caught a glimpse of Molly's face as she glanced their way and she was livid. So, how old was he? Flirting with one woman, who was little more than a teenager and by the way, was totally out of bounds, to try and make another woman, who was also totally out of bounds, and for even more reasons than the first, aware of what she is missing and what she threw away! He thought that Sam was probably more mature and he wasn't eleven yet. And he was turning into a bigger cradle snatcher by the day, wouldn't take long before he was officially classed as a dirty old man.
He had said his 'goodnights' and 'Happy New Years', shaken a lot of hands and pecked a lot of cheeks, not Molly's though, she stuck out her hand to shake, so it was going on for 1.00 when he finally got into his own cabin and breathed a sigh of relief, which was pretty short lived. A sharp rap on the door shortened his life, as he thought for a moment it was blondie, but it wasn't, it was Molly and she barged straight in, with fire in her eyes and ice chips in her voice as she asked him what the fuck he thought he was doing. He turned away so that he had his back to her as he drawled that he didn't know what she was talking about . At this point she totally lost her temper and started yelling at him so he threatened to put her on a charge and she screamed back that of course he knew what she was talking about and no, they both knew he wouldn't put her on a charge, but if he had any bloody decency left at all he would stop using Izzy to try and make her jealous and anyway, it wouldn't work! He used his most superior tone of voice to turn the word "No?"" into a question and then added "You sure about that?" managing to sound both patronising and doubtful at the same time, knowing he was incensing her, then without warning and without any prior intention he grabbed her and kissed her. Not a soft gentle kiss like the only one they had ever shared, but a hard full on, teeth clashing kiss which got deeper and deeper and more and more passionate as she stopped protesting and began to kiss him back until we were both completely aroused. They started to undressing each other but that proved to be far too slow for their need to be naked and touching so they abandoned the undressing each other and ripped their remaining clothes off themselves as they fell across his bed.
He knew he was hurting her, she was very tiny and he was anything but, but this had nothing to do with making love, this was rough and all about raw need and punishment and complicated feelings of loss and betrayal and was literally going to be over in a matter of seconds. "Ouch, ouch, Charles stop it, you're hurting me" Her involuntary outburst of pain crashed through the red mist in his brain and acted like a cold shower. He stopped immediately, actually pretty appalled at himself. She didn't say a word, in fact neither of them had said a word since he started kissing her, but she stopped him moving away and she just started to move, gently at first, and this time it was making love as their breathing began to change and she ground her hips against him with each stroke and then whispered in his ear "Don't stop, please don't stop" and he was lost, completely and utterly lost. She cried out as her body clenched and she reached the edge and fell over it which, in turn, pushed him way past the point of no return, something he had been waiting out for for years. They didn't say a word for what seemed like a lifetime and then he felt all the anger of what 'might have been' come flooding back so he lashed out with something deliberately nasty. He knew he had just made the biggest mistake of his life.
Molly
When I fuck up, I really fuck up big time, no half measures with this girl!
I knew exactly what he was doing and why he was doing it and I was bloody livid with him. I wasn't jealous. I admit that I still find him gorgeous to look at, every female here does, but I know what it is like to have a massive crush on him and she really is in it up to her neck. The worst of it is that I know there is no way of getting through to her what a huge mistake it is, she would no more listen to me than I would have listened to anyone else who tried to talk sense into me. It would have to be him. I would have to tell him to stop, I don't quite know how I'm gonna make him stop if he says no, but I'll worry about that later, how does it go now? She is in my charge, I have a responsibility for her.
We had a row, of course we had a row, and then we ended up kissing and then it got way past kissing. I think it started as a revenge fuck, then it turned into something else entirely and for a bit there, I really regretted what I had done three years ago. Afterwards it all went to shit, doesn't it always with him? The first thing he said to me afterwards was he wanted to know if I was on the pill or anything, so I shook my head and he pulled a face and said "Christ, a one night stand of unprotected sex, lets hope I haven't just committed career suicide for that!" and I wanted to shoot him! I didn't expect him to say he loved me or anything stupid like that, those days are well over, but I didn't expect him to make me feel like a bloody slapper either.
I said I had to go cos I needed a shower and he said something like," What, at this hour?" so I said that I didn't want to wake up in the morning still smelling of him. If he can be a sod, so can I, and then I left without bothering to look at him again. Now I remember why I'm glad I never got together with him!
Authors notes: For those of you who wonder how she knew his name, she would have seen his medical notes and his divorce papers. I tried to be as tasteful as I could and have toned this scene down several times, still I hope I didn't offend anyone. Thanks for the reviews, you're all lovely!