Hello All and Merry Christmas! Since it was the first Charloe Christmas Exchange that started me writing here, I was so excited to participate again this year. Thanks for organizing this Lemon! This is written for MonroeMilitia – I hope you enjoy this gift. Chapter 2 will be coming soon. - B

A little background – I don't own Revolution or any of the characters therein.

If kisses were snowflakes

"Brilliant plan Miles… what exactly was your idea again, we freeze to death traveling back through the Rockies after finally defeating both the Patriots and those creepy, invisible computer bugs your girlfriend and Staypuft invented?" Bass grumbled as the traveling party continued along what had once been Route 82 in Colorado.

"Stop your grumbling Bass! It can't be more than another hour before we reach Aspen based on the last town and we can wait the storm out there." Miles rolled his eyes, but had to agree traveling through the steady snow of late December with his onetime and now again best friend; his on-again, off-again, on-again girlfriend; his no longer niece daughter; a very annoying spawn of Bass, and Staypuft and his decidedly less creepy then before wife wasn't the most brilliant plan, but the enemies had been defeated and this was the most direct route back. As his horse fell back, Miles watched a grapefruit sized snowball wiz past him and clock Bass squarely in the center of the back of his head. Sputtering Bass turned to see the source of the cold, wet water dripping down his back and Miles burst out laughing. "Hey, don't look at me!

Muttering Bass replied, "Oh, no… that thing had way more velocity on it than your old ass arm could put on a throw. I'm thinking it came from one of them." Miles continued to laugh as Bass motioned to Charlotte and Connor who were each pointing to the other and faking innocence.

Charlotte laughed as Bass looked away and kicked his horse into a gallop. Leaning over Connor asked, "You realize he's pissed at you now?"

"Nah," she giggled, "… he's not pissed he is just plotting his revenge and I'll already have gotten to him a few more times before he even gets a chance at me."

Shaking his head Conner wondered, "Don't you think it would just be easier just to strip naked and wait for him in his bed? I, mean, I know you want him and you'd be a kinda cool stepmom – at the very least you could be the stepmom that hooks her loving son up with her hot friends…"

Staring at him in utter confusion, Charlotte sputtered before replying, "Are you an idiot? I… how… why… you can't possibly think that there is anything going on between me and Bass. Miles would kill him, my mother would kill him and we just got them to stop fighting. And, sure I'll just ask where you think this is happening? We sleep in barns and abandoned houses and bedrolls around a fire. Great idea, moron! Sure, I'll strip and seduce your father with my parents, Aaron, Pricilla and you within earshot. God, you are stupid!"

Nodding his head, Connor paused before saying, "I noticed how in all that you never actually said you didn't want him. Actually, you only really said it was too difficult with all these witnesses."

"Shut up, dickhead!" Charlotte yelled as she pushed her horse forward to get away from his smug grin.

Not long after, Connor pulled his horse alongside Miles and pondered how to discuss their mutual problem with the gruff man that played such an important part in his father's life. He had to find a way to smooth over the path – for a number of reasons: he was finally building a solid relationship with his father and wasn't ready to have it end; and, as much as he found Miles annoying at times, he had to acknowledge that Bass couldn't deal with a life without Miles; but most of all, even if they couldn't quite be honest and say anything to each other Charlotte and his father loved each other. The way they looked at each other when they thought no one was looking, the moodiness when Charlotte watched women flirt with him, the fact that he turned those same women away EVERY TIME; and the intense anger when men flirted with Charlotte, all told Connor that there was WAY MORE to it than either was ready to admit. Before he could think of what or how to say what he needed to say, Miles muttered, "If you are here to plead your case for me not to kill or castrate my best friend when he eventually gets his head out of his ass and actually acts on his feelings for my daughter – don't bother."

Shocked, Connor looked ahead where Charlotte was riding alongside Bass and laughing as they argued, before asking, "How did you know? I mean, I don't know what you are talking about!"

"Relax and for God sake stop yelling. I only got Rachel to agree not to kill him by promising we would never discuss this – ever." Miles looked over at the older blonde that was in a deep conversation with Aaron about some weird shit he didn't understand. "And, as far as me knowing, do I look stupid? I've been friends with the man since we were 5 – I know when he's in love… I don't like it, but she makes him happy and sane; and he would die before he would let anyone hurt her, which for a father is pretty much the best you can hope for with a daughter, unless you get lucky and find a convent that you can lock her up in for life."

- 20 minutes later –

Pulling her horse to a stop, Charlotte stared in awe of the town before her; decorated in swaths of red ribbons and pine boughs it was like a memory of Christmas in Wisconsin. "OH!" she whispered on a long breath, "It's perfect!"

Smiling Bass surveyed the main street of town. People were wandering between booths sharing greetings with each other and clearly enjoying a variety of food and liquor. Pulling his horse to the side, Bass dismounted and tied off the reins at the hitching post before turning to the group, "I say we join the party – I am sure someone here can direct us toward a place to stay and wait out the storm – plus there is clearly food and what looks to be alcohol."

Before Charlotte could dismount her horse was approached by a tall blonde man that Bass was certain had more muscles than brains. "Welcome to Aspen and the annual Snowmass Christmas Celebration! I'm Jock…"

"Of course you are…" grumbled Bass.

"Shit." Muttered Miles, before he stepped up and intercepted the mid-20 something. "So what is an annual Snowmass Christmas Celebration?"

Laughing Jock slaps a hand against Miles' shoulder and grins. Bass chokes back laughter at the overly familiar greeting and Miles reaction before listening to the boy explain, "Every Christmas, all the families from the surrounding farms and towns gather and we open up the old ski hotels, share food and alcohol; and the women folk sell their creations so everyone has gifts to give on Christmas."

Charlotte looks at her mother and mouths 'women folk' as if the phrase itself was offensive, but she opts to say nothing, as the clearly full of himself boy continues to talk.

Pointing toward the building diagonally across the street, "I think there are still rooms at the Annabelle Inn. It's pretty nice." Then turning back toward Charlotte, "They have a really romantic courtyard and 2 huge firepits; and if they run out of rooms for your party, I know someone who has some extra room in his bed…"

Having had enough, Bass pushed past the soon-to-be-dead boy and looked up at Charlotte still sitting astride her horse, "Charlotte, he is absolutely correct – I do have extra room for you in my bed."

Next chapter: Title: bear skin rug