Written for I'mLuvinMyThesaurus as a part of the 2014 Very Charloe Christmas Fan Fic Gift Exchange
Disclaimer: I do not own revolution or the characters therein – having said this story is sort of AU – there was still a blackout, but you'll see pretty quick where that changes and there are several of the characters in this story are of my own creation. I would project based on planning about 10 chapters. Please forgive any errors that result from going without a beta – I did the best I could to proof it myself.
Title: Tell Me a Bed Time Story
Outside Independence Hall fat snowflakes swirled around the inky black sky continuing to blanket the streets of Philadelphia. The snow had begun hours ago and clearly did not appear to be letting up anytime soon. Bass swung his twin daughters off his back and into the full-sized canopy bed they shared. As their giggles erupted he attempted to corral the two almost five year-old girls under the covers. "But daddy the snow is so pretty!" chorused the girls.
Attempting a stern demeanor Charlotte claimed he could never really pull off, "And, it will be there in the morning, now Claire and Danielle you are going to bed." Scooping them into his arms, Bass caught them each as they attempted to escape from opposite sides of the bed and bussed each of their cheeks with a kiss before depositing them down and tucking them under the thick quilts on the bed he built them. He crossed the room to the windows and closed the heavy curtains hoping to keep the heat from the fire place in the room. Then he added another 3 logs to the fire, before rejoining his princesses on the bed. His mind wandered, if only he and Miles had thought ahead and declared him king when they decided he would be the Republic's political leader and Miles would continue as commanding general of its militia, then his little mischief-makers would be true princesses. Looking down at their identical blond ringlets and striking blue eyes Bass smiled and said a silent pray of thanks that his angels looked like their mother.
With a gentle smile Claire gazed up at her father and sweetly asked, "Are you going to tell us a story?" Chiming into her sister's thoughts Danielle demanded, "We can't fall asleep without a story! One about you and Mommy…". Unwilling to be interrupted Claire slid closer to her father and continued, "It's almost Christmas, it has to be a story about the first Christmas you spent with Mommy."
Shaking his head Bass smiled; despite the similarities in their looks, Danielle and Claire had very different personalities. Danielle was loud and bossy and clearly knew her mind, she lead the adventures. Claire had a softer voice, a kinder demeanor, but that was what fooled people, because she had an iron will and it was her plans that Danielle was frequently got caught trying to pull off. "Prayers first and then a story girls, you know Mommy's rules."
"Thank you God for this beautiful day," Danielle and Claire chorused, "for Mommy and Daddy and baby Ross, and Grandpa Miles and Uncle Dan. Thank you for a warm place to live and food to eat. Please ask Santa to bring us kittens for Christmas." Bass shook his head, he had been listening to the same prayer since Charlotte taught it to them two years ago, but the kittens were a nice new touch. He would have to remember to ask Charlotte if they had added that last night or if it was new for him. Tuning back in, he heard them say Ahem and watched as they crossed themselves.
"Ok, girls you asked for a story about the first Christmas I spent with your mother, before we begin remember what is the rule of bed time stories?"
"Never interrupt." Pronounced Claire with a smile.
With the same quizzical look she gave every night, "What's interrupt mean?" Danielle asked.
Shaking his head, "The same thing it meant the last time you asked." Bopping her nose with the tip of his finger, "you are not allowed to stop the story. Are you ready?" Bass paused for them to nod. "Are your voices off?" more nodding from their little heads. "Ok, I met your mother for the first time when your Grandpa Miles and I came home on leave from the Marines. She was four, like you are now, and your Uncle Dan was only 1. They lived in Chicago. Your Uncle Dan had not been feeling well, so when Grandpa Miles and I arrived nothing was decorated." Bass paused for the gasps of shock and horror he knew were coming. "Things were very different then, there were lights that ran on electricity – and no I will not stop and explain what electricity is, just believe it was like candlelight without fire." He paused to see if they would interrupt and was surprised to see they were attentive and close lipped. "While Mommy's mommy and daddy took care of Uncle Dan, we decided to take your mommy and buy a tree, we decorated it with colored lights, popcorn and glass orbs. When we were done we even made cookies. Your mommy laughed the entire time. The next morning she was so excited to open her presents. Grandpa Miles gave her a box of only purple crayons to draw with and coloring paper. I gave her a beautiful purple princess dress and a diamond crown." Pausing again Bass laughed at the awe in their faces. "Your mom was so excited that she immediately put the dress and crown on and pranced around the living room. Then she announced that I would have to be her Prince Charming, because everyone knows that a princess has to have a prince." Looking at their yawning faces, Bass smiled before pronouncing the end and kissed their foreheads again. He then quickly and quietly moved toward the door and slipping out of the room.
As the door quietly clicked closed, Bass noticed Charlotte leaning against the wall smiling at him. "Hey, sexy, wanna be my prince charming?" Bass gave a hearty chuckle before sliding his arms around her waist and kissing the spot that always made her shiver on the side of her neck, just below her ear. Charlotte moaned and let Bass guide her to their room across the hall.
"Ross is asleep?" Bass inquired as he slowly began to untie Charlotte's bathrobe. She nodded, but she was unclear if he really cared as Bass seemed to have a new focus. As he kissed down her neck, she heard him whisper, "Charlotte, you are the most beautiful, amazing woman I have ever met and I am going to show you exactly how much I want to be your prince charming."
Shaking her head as Bass slowly skated his fingers along her thighs, she felt him gather the ends of the oversized night shirt. Her head lolled back as he ghosted the tips across the gentle swell of her belly. Her eyes drifted closed and she allowed a long moan to escape her lips as he palmed her generous breasts. "Lift your arms Charlotte," he commanded hoarsely and the shirt slid over her head before drifting to the floor. As Bass stepped back to remove his own shirt, he gasped at the beauty of her body and the stunning fact that she somehow continued to be his, "You… you are perfect. I love that I can see you..." pausing, "touch you..." breathing deeply, "hold you."
With a chortle Charlotte shook her head loose hair cascading around her shoulders, "You're a charming, silver tongue devil if you think I will believe that this soft body is still beautiful after three kids." Reaching out toward Bass' bare chest, and gliding her palms across his defined abs, "Now this is inspiring…". Charlotte dipped her fingers into the top of his worn jeans and released the button, before sliding the zipper down. She loved that in the evenings when he spent time with her and their children he stopped dressing like and being General Monroe, leader of the Monroe Republic, and became the man she loved, her Bass.
Shaking his head before lifting his arms, Bass encased her face in his hands, "I've told you Charlotte, I find you more beautiful each day and I believe you are holding the evidence of my truthfulness in your hand." Capturing her mouth with his, Bass slowly melted into her lips, kissing her unhurriedly, before sliding his lips down the side of her neck. "I find…" he kissed her collar bone, "every part, every inch…" he lowered her to their bed and moved his lip to cover her left nipple as he palmed her right breast, "inspiring!"
Charlotte pushed his jeans down over his hips and when they would slide no further she lifted her legs to force them the remainder of the way past his ankles. "Please…" gasp "Bass, I want… I – oh…".
Bass took her response to his gliding hands and suckling lips as a clear indication she was ready and he thrust into her, seating himself fully before pausing to gauge her response. When she began to move her hips, Bass rocked into her with increasing force. He felt her muscles clasp him, wrapping her legs around his back and digging her heals into his ass. Moments later her head lolled back and he heard her heaving breaths as she came. Bass continued to rock into her as he felt her body constrict and scant minutes passed before he followed her, embedding himself fully before releasing into her core. Sliding his mouth across her jaw and up to her lips, Bass rolled them over so she lay atop him.
Her breathing settled, Charlotte giggled before lifting her head from his chest, "You realize that was a strange story to tell the girls? They will have more questions just trying to figure it out and you weren't very detailed."
Shaking his head at her reproof, "Fine, tomorrow it is your turn and you can tell them a different story."
