He tugged at her jeans, her phone was still vibrating in her back pocket. His lips began to trail from her mouth, downwards. She pushed his shirt off of his shoulders as he went in for more, his lips finding the sweet spot behind her ear. The spot she had only ever allowed Charles to kiss.
She stopped dead "what the fuck am I doing?" She cried.
"Molly.. I thought this was what you wanted?"
She began to cry hysterically "No... I want Charles. I love Charles. Get out"
Bones adjusted his jeans "Molly I'm in love with you. This isn't just sex for me" he traced his thumb around the outline of her red, kiss plumped lips "I can make you happy. We don't have to do this today, we can wait til we get home. I'll even wait until you sort things with James" he pleaded.
"I love him" she sobbed. And the look in her eyes told him she truly meant it. She had proved time and time again what she was willing to lose for Charles, if the events of the jungle didn't prove it to Bone. The look in her eye right now did.
"Then I guess there's nothing left to say"
Bones hesitated as he made for the door "Do you feel anything for me at all? Or is this just because you miss him?"
Molly couldn't look at him. What could she say to that? She couldn't tell him she didn't feel the same after what she had just done. She didn't want to hurt him, he didn't deserve it.
"I miss him more than you could ever know" she wept.
His expression was pained as he walked away, slamming the door behind him.
She slid down the wall to sit exactly where she had just been standing. Where her body had been pressed against a man who was not her own. Who was not her Charles. Her hands had been all over another man. A man Charles hated.
She felt guilt and fear and anger although she knew she had no right to feel angry with him. He would have done this out of love and fear of losing her.
His face flashed across her screen once again but she couldn't answer. Molly Dawes, queen of self sabotage strikes again.
Charles panicked as his calls repeatedly went unanswered. Worried something had happened to her, maybe they'd come into trouble?
-OG-
He contacted anyone he could think of who could possibly give him info. The nature of Special Forces meaning it was highly unlikely to be successful.. that was until he got into conversation with an old friend who also was no fan of Bones, leading to the revelation that Bones was stringing this mission out for as long as he could.
He was keeping Molly away from him. She was ignoring him. Were they in it together?
Molly did the only thing Molly Dawes of past knew how to do at the first sign of trouble - she withdrew. Molly James had overcome that character flaw but she had regressed back into that lost girl who seeked a thrill only for a moment. Until it felt wrong. It felt worse than wrong. Her love for Charles very much back at the forefront of her mind where it belonged. It didn't move on to sex because all she could see was Charles still. She could only make love to him. Making love and sex being two different things she had realised since she met him.
She felt that familiar feeling of someone watching her, even out here away from their home. She could feel eyes on her back, watching her every move. No Charles to make her feel safe. She slammed the door after scanning around her, no one was there. Her guilty conscience probably working overtime she decided.
She cancelled another incoming call, unable to face him. A guilty conscience was something that never sat well with her. She had felt so betrayed by Charles and Georgie even though technically they had parted at the time but here she was, his ring burning against the skin on her chest, her lips swollen from kissing someone else and a man who very much needed her, desperately trying to reach her.
