A/N This is my birthday present for KimberlyHavey, it's a day late, but hey, it was short notice! And in case anyone cares, I wrote the majority of this while sitting in a sanctuary and listening to the church choir practice their Easter songs. Yeah... I'm so going to hell. :-)

Bass trudged through the muddy streets of Willoughby. That was the third time this week that Mrs. Reynolds had sent for him about a 'disturbance' in her back yard. It was also the third time she'd tried to make him dinner and drown him in liquor in a pathetic attempt to get him in her bed. Try as he might, women just couldn't seem to leave the new sheriff alone.

As he turned the corner into the main square, the old police station came into view. He sighed, slumping his shoulders as the two figures standing near the door came into focus. Apparently, closing up early wasn't on the agenda for tonight. Bass tried to contain a growl when he caught sight of the woman with her hands tied behind her back. Honey, blonde curls and that black leather jacket.

Yeah, it was gonna be a long night.

Slapping on his happy face, Bass said, "Landon, how's my favorite bar tender tonight?"

The man turned to him with a scowl. "Sheriff, this is the fifth time this month. If you don't do something about this, I'm going to file a report in Austin."

Bass tried not to roll his eyes at him. "What did she do this time?"

Landon's face scrunched up in anger. "She broke two bar stools and shattered a dozen glasses, and she beat up one of my best customers! I'll be lucky if he ever comes back!" He threw his hands up in the air in frustration, "and you don't even care! Every time I bring her in here you say that it'll be the last time, but then you don't do anything about it. What kind of sheriff are you?"

Rubbing his fingers over his temples, Bass attempted to end the obnoxious conversation. "I'll tell you what, how about Miss Matheson spends the night in lock up. Maybe that'll make her think twice before she tries something in your bar again. Alright?"

The bar owner looked slightly taken aback at Bass' seemingly helpful attitude. "Alright, I can deal with that."

Sighing with relief, Bass waved Landon away from the door, pulling out a key to unlock it. "Don't worry, Landon, this will be the last time. You have my word." He flashed the man one of his winning smiles as he took off down the street back towards his bar.

Grabbing hold of Charlie's shoulder, Bass yanked her into the station. "Alright, criminal, let's go." He heard her chuckle low in her throat and tightened his grip on her shoulder as he steered her towards the cells in the back. He unlocked the cell and untied her hands before pushing her in. She went willingly and without complaint, a smile on her face.

Locking the door, Bass said, "you've got to quit doing this, Charlotte."

Charlie sauntered towards him, leaning forward on the bars between them and biting her lip. "Come on, Sheriff, can't you give a girl a break?" She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, "just this once?"

Bass did his best to ignore her, busying himself by putting his keys back on his belt. "I've got some paperwork to do." Ignoring the dissapointed look on her face, he went back to the front room to file the report for his visit with Mrs. Reynolds.

After finishing his report and every other bit of paperwork he could think of, Bass knew he couldn't avoid her anymore. Stomach grumbling, he made his way back towards her cell. Charlie wasn't paying him any attention as he approached, she had her knife in her hand and was trying to pick the lock on the cell door.

Snatching the knife out of her hand, he gave her a stern look. "Do you have any other weapons on you?"

Charlie grinned at him, showing off the dimple in her cheek. "Shouldn't you have asked me that before you locked me in here?"

Rolling his eyes, Bass unlocked the cell door and stepped inside. "Alright, hand 'em over." But she didn't move. She stood there smiling at him, her eyes sparkling. "Ok, fine. We'll do this the hard way. Turn around and put your hands on the bars."

Charlie's smile grew, if possible, even bigger as she turned her back to him and grabbed the bars of the cell wall, planting her feet shoulder width apart. Bass sucked in a slow breath, trying not to stare at the temping view before him. He started with her boots, pulling out the switchblade he knew she kept there before gently tracing his fingers along the inside of her legs. Ignoring the way her body trembled under his touch, he ran his hands over the perfectly round globes of her ass, sticking his thumbs in her back pockets to check for contraband and lightly squeezing her toned flesh.

"Nothing there," he whispered, his breath against her ear. She shuddered as he gently moved his hands over her stomach, up her ribs, and over her breasts. He cupped them in each hand, running his fingers over the seams of her bra as he said, "nothing there either."

He skimmed his hand down to the front of her jeans, cupping her mound in his large hand, causing a strangled groan to escape her lips. Bass dropped all pretense of searching her for the weapons he knew she carried and pressed his fingers harder against her. Charlie made to let go of the bars to grab his hand, but he used his other hand to hold hers in place.

"You like that don't you?" He teased. She refused to answer, merely grinding her hips against his hand. "Yeah, you do," he breathed, "you love it when I touch you." The loud, throaty moan that escaped her lips was plenty conformation for him. He unsnapped her jeans and shoved his hand into her panties, sliding his fingers through her wet folds.

"God, you are such a little whore for my cock, aren't you?" When she didn't say anything he ripped his hand out of her pants and smacked her hard on the ass, causing her to yelp and moan at the same time. "I asked you a question."

Charlie said nothing again, biting her lip to try and keep herself from making anymore sounds. Bass chuckled and leaned in close, sliding his tongue over her earlobe before pulling it into his mouth and biting down. She squeaked, but still said nothing.

"I'm gonna make you beg for it, Charlotte." And then he smacked her ass again, hard enough to make her jump while she shook her head.

"Never."

Growling, Bass stooped low and yanked her pants down around her ankles. From that angle her swollen pussy was on perfect display. He stayed low, running his hands over the back of her thighs and slapping her ass roughly, hard enough to leave red marks on her delicate skin, but not enough to actually harm.

Charlie seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself anyway. Her hands were still wrapped around the cell bars, her knuckles white. Her whole body trembling with excitement and anticipation while he fondled her ass.

He slid his thumbs into the crease between her thighs, rubbing tantalizing circles over her wet folds. She moaned, trying to push herself back onto his hand. "I don't think so," he laughed, removing his hands and starting to undo the laces of her boots. "Take your shirt off," he demanded. Charlie was so eager to obey that she had her jacket, t-shirt, and bra off before he had even finished with the first boot.

Tossing her jeans and panties aside, Bass stepped back to admire her perfect body. Long, lean legs, firm ass, narrow waist, and round, perky breasts. "Put your hands back on the bars." While she did that, he pulled her hips backwards, making her bend forward. Bass ran his hand down her back, over her ass, and back to the wetness between her legs. He slipped a single finger into her drenched pussy, succeeding in making her moan loudly.

"There you go, baby," he encouraged her while he continued to work his finger in her, kissing and licking over her neck and shoulder, eventually adding another finger. He snaked his other hand around her front, easily finding her clit and rubbing slow circles around the little nub. Charlie's breath hitched, her hips bucking forward to try and push his fingers toward her clit, then back to try and push his fingers deeper inside of her. But Bass wouldn't budge. He worked her slowly as first, building up until he felt her pussy start to flutter around his fingers and then slowing the pace, taking his fingers off of her clit and fucking her at a torturously slow pace.

When she started to whimper he asked, "do you want me to fuck you now?"

Charlie's head bobbed up and down. "Uh-huh."

Bass pulled his fingers out of her pussy and smacked her again, smearing her juices on her skin. "Use your words."

She growled deep in her throat, so he smacked her again. "I can't hear you."

Her head fell back and she groaned, "yes. Yes."

Bass unbuckled his pants and pushed them down, taking his heavy cock in his hand and stroking it slowly while he leaned over her. "Yes, what?"

Charlie's head fell forward against the bars, her voice hoarse and throaty. "Please! Please, please, please."

Finally satisfied, Bass slammed home, filling her completely with a groan of his own. He wasted no time, snapping his hips into her quickly, fucking her hard and fast. Charlie pushed back to meet him every time, her pussy already starting to spasm around him while she begged for more.

Bass knew he wouldn't last long like this, so he reached around her, grabbing her breast and twisting her nipple just enough to cause a little pain. "Come on, baby, come for me." He twisted it again and she came hard, incoherent little thoughts tumbling from her lips. He moved his hands back to her hips and rammed into her a few more times, before pulling out and spilling his come all over her ass.

Charlie slumped forward against the bars, weak and boneless, so he picked her up, cradling her in his arms and carrying her towards the cot in the cell. He laid her down gently and climbed in next to her, pulling her close to keep himself from falling off.

They laid there for a while before Bass finally spoke. "You know, if you don't quit breaking shit at Landon's bar, he's just gonna ban you from it."

Charlie chuckled, giving him a lazy smile. "It wasn't even that bad, I don't know what he's complaining about."

Shaking his head, he murmured, "next time, just come straight here and save us all the trouble."

"What makes you think that there's gonna be a next time?"

Bass pulled back to look at her face. "Charlie, this is the eighth time you've gotten yourself arrested, on purpose, just so you could come down here. I never realized you were so kinky."

Charlie raised herself up on her elbow and stared at him with disbelief. "I'm the kinky one? Says the man that literally chained me to his desk last week. Naked."

Bass groaned, the image of Charlie stark naked, bent over his desk with her hands cuffed behind her back, and her dripping pussy on perfect display coming to mind. Pulling her back down to rest on his chest, he whispered, "I said that you are the kinky one, Charlotte," he kissed her gently on the lips, "I never said I didn't like it."