Topsy Turvy Fic Challenge!
Sunday morning, the Good Ship Charloe website in front of me, coffee, cup one and two done, as I read about this Topsy Turvy Challenge. 'Should you accept the challenge'...Oh yes, I do!
This scene is inspired by that one scene, where Bass kneels in front of Davis, in that shed. Only this time, he is in a chair, and a unexpected person kneels down in front of him. And this time, she is in charge.
Bass has a rope around his wrists.
Charlie is all badass.
'I am Sebastian Monroe.' He spits out the words in a last warning growl, as he forcefully fights the ropes against his wrists, losing his fucking shit fast. 'You get your superior right fucking now.' His eyes are filled with steal and rage.
He had fucking enough.
The asshole in front of him moves away from him. Two hours ago he was shoved to the ground. Taken by three Rangers as they took him. If this is one of Blanchard's, jokes for that little moment where Miles and him wanted and in fact shot him, he swears it will march into his office and tell him exactly what Blanchafrd can do with himself.
That is, if he gets out of here.
He realises quickly he will get out of here, but that it will cost him big time. He hears a familiar voice, realising this fucked up mess will get sorted out soon.
That is until she walks in. Moving down the couple of steps that lead into the room. With one confident step at the time, with weapons strapped around her gorgeous fucking hot waist and with a Matheson smirk that tells him trouble has just begun. She moves with one deliberate step at the time.
'Charlie,' he says with a low voice. Already moving his body so she can reach for the ropes.
'Nice to finally see you, Bass.' A dangerous flash in her voice for a moment, choosing those words on purpose.
Holey fucking shit. He knows that trouble has just begun.
'And you probably might not heard it, but is Captain Matheson ,' she purses her lips, as she slowly moves closer to him.
He forgets to smirk, as he sees her standing there, tall before him, as he is sitting his ass down on the chair before her. He sees Miles in interrogation mode, but most of all, and then it is all of her, just her, just Charlie.
'Vincent, I will take this from here.' She nods at the man standing at her right, the fucking nobody asshole that took him in, as the guy looks at him with a condescending look, like he is some kind of trash.
She moves her eyes back to him, as he leaves the room and it is just them now.
Charlie looks at him, taking her time as she watches Bass in front of her. The asshole still looks good after weeks in the field. The war has been going on with full speed. After hearing somebody got caught, and was brought in, she had to see for herself. After seeing who was caught, she could not stay away.
'God dammit Charlie,' he bursts out, growling through the dark shady room, as Charlie realises he has not chosen the name he usually chooses for her when he is pissed off, now he is not going anywhere and his frustration radiates from his locked jaws and his outburst.
'Now would be a good time to stop this fucking act. This is not fun anymore' His low voice booming through the room, the hairs of his moustache around the lines of his mouth. and booming through her belly. How one man can do so many with just his voice, is something she is not willing to look at. It is just there, like he has been just there.
Her eyes, bright and fucking firing at him, tell him she thinks it is.
'You fucking tell them who I am, or I swear Charlie.'
She kneels down in front of them.
'Oh I will tell them who you are, Bass.'
The way she pronounces his name, for the very first time, makes his cock wake, stir, twitch, harden.
'But first, I will have some fun.' Her blue eyes fire into his with patience and something tells him this is going into the wrong fucking direction, 'Look at you, I have you all to myself.' She looks at him, dead calm, 'General.'
'A good rope always works.' She smirks.
She feels the anticipation build up between her legs.
His cock getting more defined under his pants, so close.
This is payback. For all the times he toyed with her, played with her, challenged her, made her swirl in want and hate at the same time.
The hate moved back, as he showed her there was more than the mask. The want however, was raging through her.
Is she really? She couldn't be fucking serious about this, could she.
Bass looks at her hands, slender fingers that go from his knees, up his legs. Then she stops. Pushes herself up. Stops right in front of his face, her lips now dangling in front of him as his cock grows hard at the way she is drawing this out.
She is not a kid. He called her that many times, to remind him, he can't give in to what has been brewing under the surface between the both of them. The truth is, Charlie Matheson is not a kid. She is strong, blazing, loyal and able to bring out want in him with her stepping up for him in unexpected moments and their play of letting in, seeing a part of the other in front of them and shutting each other out, hat had his cock aching for her for so fucking long now.
He smells like him, like sweat on a rainy day, like leather, and ego and arrogance and the man that is so constant in her life right now, that her body's reaction tells her things would be endlessly different if he wasn't.
She stands before him, as she slowly opens the buttons on the end of her sleeves, giving her space to drop the jacket from her shoulders.
She is not doing this for him, she reminds herself. Taking her jacket of, is for her, getting ready to move further, as something swirls between her legs in the valley right under her belly.
She moves the jacket on a chair behind her as Bass watches her with those steal blue eyes.
'Charlie,' he growls again, a last warning.
She moves back towards him, moving around the chair, her hand going over the back of the chair as she touches the smooth leather of his jacket. His hands still in a knot with the rope behind the chair, bringing out the tension and lines of his shoulders that seem to keep on going endlessly.
Fuck, she is good at his.
Then she is in front of him again as he is all v neck, the tanned skin of his chest that go under the shirt, above it, the lines of his rock hard body before her. She moves to the hem of his shirt, before she changes her mind.
Her hand moves over his hard chest, as she marvels at how hard he feels, how toned he is, as she always had been trying to figure out how Bass would feel under her touch. And then she does not stop there as his cock is a proud bulge in his pants. She slides her fingers over the curve, over his pants, feeling the outlines of his balls. They are heavy and so defined under the soft skin of her fingers, almost pushing a moan out.
'Fuck yes, Charlie.' He growls it out, realising what she is going to do. Realising he wants it. Realising how fucking pathetic he is for giving in, for how she is breaking that part of him that has been able to resist her for so fucking long.
It is the way he is acknowledging her, what is there between them for so long now, her name not as a way of mocking her, teasing her, play with her. It tells her something.
He wants her too.
And he is giving it away right there and then.
She is a woman on a mission, one mission, as she moves on and opens his goddamn pants as he is not sure where to look anymore as she feels the pressure of his pants change.
He can't help but tilt his hips, his pants sliding down to his ankles by her hands. His cocks is there. His pants have moved over it, keeping it in place, showing her a vein over a long wide strong cock. His pants are now resting on his boots. He sits there, legs wide before her.
The most fucking torture he experiences is all of her there, within his touch, out of reach as she plays with him, her eyes telling him exactly what the hell is going to happen.
And then, she lets his cock move through the palm of her hand, not for him, not to get him off, not to meet his needs, but to test him.
He knows she already knows, his weakness. Her. An obscene moan, manly and deep escapes from the back of his throat.
Bass does not give a fuck anymore. His throbbing cock and the promise of what is going to happen here, his need to burry himself inside of her, the one thing on his mind now as is eyes are almost dark with desire.
She moves out of her pants, hooks her fingers under her panties as they glide down with her. She sees Bass' eyes shoot to her soaked and humid with desire lips, as he pushes his tongue against his teeth. She looks at this jacket, at him, and waits for him to lock eyes with her before she touches herself.
It is when she licks her lips, Bass needs to fuck her. Now.
It is when Charlie sees raw lust shout through his eyes she realises she does not want to wait anymore.
She moves over to him, one leg going over his lap, her whole body so damn close he can smell her, The sweat, the summer winds from outside, her want for him.
The fact that Charlie Matheson is here, wanting him, already makes him come right then and there.
'That cocks of yours looks good Bass.' A slow whisper close to his ear, as she never loses the eye contact she made with him the moment she walked through that door.
A fast smirk around his lips before his eyes go serious with desire again.
'Is that so, Charlotte.'
Arrogant smug bastard.
She grabs his balls, cups them, not ungentle, but just hard enough to move over the line between pleasure and pain. He is heavy in her hands, as she feels his curls on her lower belly. Stuck with her hands behind her, moving over his balls and his hard desired eyes and smooth belly and manly hair before her.
It is this intense smirk and shot of desire in his face, that shoots straight to her lower belly.
'I can think of a couple of things I want to do with it.' She says, a smirk now around her face, as she feels how the tables turn again and she has him there. All of him, under her will.
When she feels the tip of his head, moving in her first, stretching her, she lets out a satisfying breath. When he feels how wet she is, dripping on him, he lets out a strangled growl.
Slowly she puts herself into motion, finding a rhythm that suits her, and maybe she will let Bass come later.
She rides him, uses the hardness of his chest to give herself leverage.
She hears his balls, she feels his heavy balls against her skin, touching her ass. She speeds up.
It's his eyes, of course it is his eyes, that make her come undone.
Bass does everything he can to show some fucking restraint, but with her, it is impossible.
She takes pitty on him, circling around his cock, moving one more time as she sees how Bass looks when he comes.
At the last fucking second she moves away from his cock. He comes with a loud growl in his throat, as the air around the room hits his cock and his come hits her and his skin, the waves raging through him. He is out of breath, as his forehead tilts down against her chest.
Bass wants to kiss her so badly there, an urge to even hold her in his arms, her small frame, so fucking strong, tucked in his embrace, all his.
But she does not allow that, as she moves away from him.
Not much later, he feels her warm breath against his neck, as skilful hands open his rope.
He hears voices outside the room as he straps his belt and weapons on him, his hand on the hilt of his sword.
She watches him one more time.
'Good to have you back, General.'
He looks a her, ,a content blush on her skin, a content lazy smile on her lips that he fucking put there. And then she is up the small steps at the door and out of the room.
He moves his hands over his sleeves, adjusting them, rubbing his hands for a moment to get to blood flowing, get the blood moving away from his cock, still hard, or maybe hard again, with her wet sticky sweetness still around it.
Tonight, tonight he will get pay back. He will just have to wait for the right moment. But he will.
Charlie walks out of the old factory mid camp. She smiles, feeling fulfilled, in many ways than one. That was better, or maybe just like she pictured him. He delivered. He did not disappoint.
The wind speeds up, as it catches locks of her hair as she moves away from that room, from that chair, from him. From Bass.
She knows it is only the start.
Thanks to the Good Ship Charloe website and for another fun way of sharing stories and writing them. I had a lot of fun writing this one. Maybe I will write a second one. :) Thanks for reading everyone! Now I am off to read great stories!
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