Halloween dreams …till dawn
A Revolution fic (Blackout AU): Sebastian (Bass) Monroe/Charlotte (Charlie) Matheson, Charloe. Rating M…
The war against the Patriots was still going months after Texas put Davis on trial as a traitor then somehow let him escape and there'd been reports of a Patriot remnant, a small group of cadets and a handler, hiding out in a little one cantina town in the hills near the Mexican border. Bass and Charlie had gone to investigate, leaving their unit in the next town over cleaning up another little mess. It was the last day of October, Halloween, almost the day of the dead…
AN: This is for the Good Ship Charloe's Charloeween fic fest! There are some pretty obvious kudos to a fantastic Halloween kind of movie called 'From dusk till Dawn' in this story lol! Wishing you all a happy (and safe) Halloween, All Souls Night, all Saints day and Day of the Dead… Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoy...
Halloween dreams…till dawn, part one.
'Well that's pretty freaking obvious...' Charlie was plastered face down on the dusty top of a hill above the little town under the cover of a few straggly trees, the long shadows of a late afternoon sun snaking over the ground, the light giving everything a shimmering edge and glinting off the metal rings of that damn, totally tempting chain belt that followed the rounded curves of her ass like little metal fingers…
His own fingers itching to trace those curves, Bass shuffled his junk into a more comfortable position on the rocky ground and took the binoculars she passed him instead, slipping her their whisky flask with his other hand. He lifted the glasses to his eyes, focused on the billboard standing proud above the roof of the sprawling, white Spanish style cantina and chuckled. It was a garish porn 'toon of a woman with spectacularly unrealistic breasts done up in fluoro paint instead of neon, a name written in a flowing, cheeky, glowing script snaking above her head. 'The Titty Teaser?' He kept looking, grinning as he checked out the rusted wrecks of bikes, trucks and RV's in the yard and the couple of post blackout, recycled wagons parked out front, horses standing relaxed, tied to the rail and munching slowly in their nosebags. 'It's kind of from an old movie, a pretty good one too...'
He remembered watching it on furlough once in the cramped back row of a two bit, down town theatre in Malibu with Miles and a couple of sweet young things they'd picked up in a bar and a flashlight memory of his hands clenched deep in a mass of silky hair in the flickering dark with hot lips and a wet tongue wrapped and sucking hard around his dick had him shifting again to make a bit more room between his pants and the hard ground underneath him.
Charlie turned her head towards him, putting the flask down and licking a drop off her full bottom lip with the pink tip of her tongue, 'a movie about a strip joint?' She winked at him, her eyes wicked, 'bet you loved that.'
He saw her out of the corner of his eye, his mind turning the dark hair in his lap into thick, dirty blond strands and things down south got a lot more crowded as his cock shifted gear to full speed like a quarter mile racer, his heart skipping a beat like it did whenever she did something like that, fuck, whenever she did anything, full stop. He gritted his teeth. It had started back in Philly, gotten worse in that fucking pool in New Vegas then Willoughby and Austin and a hundred places since and now? Now there was no way back...
He put the glasses down to look at her, which wasn't hard because she was a whole world better than any fucking billboard, better than any memory and it was getting harder all the time pretending that this thing wasn't happening between them. He hadn't done anything about it. Not yet anyway, although one of them was going to have to do something pretty damn soon because he could feel it in her too, the rising tension between them like a big mother of a storm brewing off in the distance and getting closer.
He pulled himself back, trying to act as though there was nothing happening, nothing that shouldn't be happening anyway, but the need to touch her, to do a whole lot more than that was driving him fucking crazy.
Because Miles had asked him to look after her, keep her safe. Not fall in love with her, damn it to hell.
Charlie was watching him, her eyes a deep, deep blue, searing into him like twin blades...
Fuck, she had to know what she was doing to him…
She tore her eyes away from his, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen almost as though he'd kissed her already, the tip of her tongue sliding over them like a slow motion scene from the movie. Looking back at the cantina, she sucked in another long pull on the whisky bottle, dialing it all back, for now anyway. 'So what was the film about anyway?'
He put the glasses to his eyes again. Of course she knew because she was lying there strung as tight as her bowstring. But he played along anyway… 'A couple of bank robbers on the run, brothers, kidnap a preacher and his kids, then run into some Mexican vampires in a strip bar kind of like this one called the Titty twister. Then they find out it's built over an ancient tomb and the whole thing turns into a bloodbath. ' He chuckled as the scenes played in his head… 'The music was great and the big bad was this gorgeous woman who did a strip dance with a giant white snake then turned into a vampire along with all the bar staff,' he shrugged and shot a glance at her. 'Almost everyone in the movie gets turned into a vampire or killed in a really, really horrible way. You'd like it.'
She lifted an eyebrow, her eyes glinting back at him, 'Really? So what are vampires? And I thought you didn't like snakes?' Her hair was its usual gorgeous stringy dark blond mess in the shadowy brilliance of the setting desert sun and her ass and long strong legs stretched out like a picture postcard below that damn belt and the tantalizing strip of flesh that always seemed to be there between her tank and jeans.
He grinned again, although his hands were clenched tight around the glasses to keep them from reaching out to see if that little strip was as soft as it looked... 'She made the snake look good, and vampires are humans who turn into fanged monsters who drink human blood.' He laughed at the look of disgust that crossed her face. 'It was a riot, really.'
She reached for the glasses again, handing him back the whisky. 'I don't know. People growing fangs and drinking blood? That's just stupid,' she had another look at the Cantina, 'and I can't see any ancient tombs hiding under there either.'
'We don't know what's down there, Charlie, could be anything. It's Halloween tonight, we're nearly in Mexico and it's the Day of the Dead tomorrow. The time when spooky things happen.' He grinned, his teeth big and white…
She snorted, although her mouth was twitching. 'Don't be ridiculous, Bass. They're just stories people tell to scare their kids into being good and an excuse to have a costume party,' her eyes darted skyward then back to him, serious now, 'unless there are some of Aaron and Priscilla's fireflies around? Because they're real, and they're actually scary…'
He had a look around, just in case, but there were no weird little green bugs anywhere, which was a very good thing because she was right, they were actually scary. 'Haven't seen any lately.'
He took a long swallow from the flask then went back to watching Charlie as she went back to watching the Titty teaser, her hair tumbling down over her shoulders into the dust. Not that she cared about that. She didn't seem to know or care how gorgeous she was. She was smart too, Matheson smart. They made a damn good team and along with their troop of Texas rangers they'd been systematically and ruthlessly hunting down the patriot remnants that still haunted these parts. They were very, very good at killing. In fact she was almost as deadly as her uncle now, and maybe a touch more ruthless than Miles had ever been.
Sometimes it was just like working with Miles in the old days, only better.
He spared a thought for his brother, off with Rachel, Staypuft and his weird lady friend dealing with the Bradbury thing and took a deep breath, telling his dick and his heart to settle down. Miles trusted him to keep her safe, and maybe that included keeping her safe from Bass Monroe.
He sighed… Shit.
Charlie stiffened, angling the glasses so the sun wouldn't catch them, her elbow digging into his ribs. 'Look, I think the rest of the gang's just arrived.'
A covered wagon was coming down the road at a fast trot, turning into the parking lot in front of the Cantina, the horses snorting and sweating as the driver pulled them up to a halt with fountaining spurts of dust and pebbles from the wheels dragging on the broken road.
The driver, an older man, white beard, in tattered, dirty fatigues hopped down and ran round to take care of the horses.
Two other men, young, one black, the other Hispanic, and a thin, hard faced, older white woman got out of the wagon and headed for the door, their movements furtive, fast…
Bass frowned. 'Now why are they in such a hurry?'
Charlie stared at the woman, then dropped the binoculars and turned to Bass, 'I know her, Bass…' Her eyes were harsh, angry and sad at the same time, her lips set in a hard line. 'She was running the store in Austin, the one at the patriot safe house? And I saw her outside just before they turned Jason into one of them, before I...'
He grabbed the glasses to have a look, because if it was her the fucking patriot bitch lady was going to answer hard for what they made Charlie do back there, but damn it the three of them had gone inside, the driver not far behind. He turned back to her, cold rage making his voice harsh... 'Are you sure?'
The sun was dropping fast now behind them, almost sunset, the first stars appearing almost by magic and a big, red gold sickle moon rising above the roof of the Titty teaser as though someone was lifting a curtain, and for a surreal moment it looked like a smile, a bloody smile…
She nodded, face grim and beautiful…the moon lighting little flames in her eyes. 'It's her.'
He shuffled back, keeping low just in case. 'Ok then,' he caught her eyes, knew his were burning like hers because he could feel the bezerker building inside him too, like a bonfire just set alight. 'You ready to do this?' But he knew she was, he could smell how ready she was…
She was already backing up and reaching for her bow, but she paused, her eyes still on his although now the anger was banked up behind them like fuel and a cold, killer smile played around those luscious lips. 'Hell yeah.'
And he smiled too, because until they got their shit sorted out, fighting next to her was the next best thing to fucking her...
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AN: I love Halloween! And this is such a lot of fun to write, hope you're enjoying it too I should have the next bit up soon as well as a couple of chapters of my other WIP's too lol!
I love having a few stories on the go at the same time, it's like a mood fest, I can dip into whichever one I feel like… Thanks so much for reading and hope to see you again soon! Cheers, Magpie