MISSED ME – Chapter 2. Anticipating new Our Girl and return of Captain James. Watched little snippet of him in Fleabag. Completely gorgeous and wanted to connect with these two wonderful characters.

October 2014

Bossman was in a check shirt, with lovely brown curls and those deep brown eyes. He had a look of shock and then complete and utter want. The knowledge that he could not wait to take hold of her, made her grin as he put his arm across the door jam and tilted his head to invite her in. He was so tall that she easily ducked under his arm and then he turned to her as he shut the door.

"Missed you! You have no idea." He rasped as he stepped forward and reached his hands to frame her face. The look caused her to melt and she smiled as he reached down to kiss her. Their lips met tentatively at first as unsure but as they felt familiarity passion exploded. Her hands reached into his curls, he groaned as she pulled his head down and he went in deep. His strong arms lifted and her legs reached around his waist as he backed her against a wall and they tasted…. and tasted.

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The both broke to greedily gasp for air. Deep raspy breaths as they rested forehead to forehead. Her fingers sliding through his curls. His hands reaching to cup her bottom and slide her closer, deep intense looks but broad grins breaking out.

"Hmmm. Bossman, I have missed you so much." Molly deliberately, tentatively moistened her bottom lip and bit it for added effect. All the time looking deep into his brown eyes. Drowning in their heated depth.

Charles slid her against him, letting her feel how much he had missed her. "Wanton tease." He slid her again and hit the spot. He smiled at her answering moan. "I can tell, my Dawesy." Another moan and he knew he was nearly done for. Pressing her harder against the wall, he rasped into her ear. His breath warm and sexy. "If you hold on tight with those wonderful legs?" She answered with a squeeze of her thighs and he thought he was done for. "Careful, I have really, really missed you. I am going to make my way very slowly up the stairs with you holding on tight."

Molly started to imagine how it would feel to have him moving against her and nearly exploded on the spot – then he started to move. Reality so more deliciously real than imagination. He managed two steps before the friction caused her to grip tighter and pull his head down to go in hard. Her tongue explored and he met the duel. "I don't think we are going any further at the moment."

They sank slowly to the tread and tasted deep.

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Much, much later. Charles sighed contented that they had finally made it to a comfortable bed. Stairs, shower, bedroom floor. Never had he wanted someone as much as he needed Molly. He tilted his head to see her sprawled across his chest with her legs wrapped with his and her hands creating patterns on his chest. She really was too good at that as he felt himself harden.

"I need to put you on a charge, Dawes."

Her laugh was light in response. "Boss. I can't think that I have left anything unattended. But maybe I forgot this." Her hand slid achingly slowly down his chest and as they slid out to his firm butt she rolled fully on top and sat astride him.

He held her firm before he was done for. "Bashira," he groaned as she leant forward and he got to see those gorgeous breasts. "You should not have gone to see her in Kabul." He managed to just about get out.

"Punish me then, Boss." She groaned and with that he pulled her forward and reached for her nipple and sucked. "Bossssss." She moaned and he punished bringing her near and then finally he slid home and gave them fulfilment.

Molly finally drifted to sleep entangled body to body with the Boss and knew she was home.

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A little bit of fun. If you have not seen the first two minutes of Fleabag then do watch as we miss Bossman.