"Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me"

They had been caught unawares.

It was stupid, really.

They hadn't seen anyone for the better part of two days and took a chance lighting a fire. Charlie had managed to snag a nice looking rabbit and he wasn't too proud to admit that he was hungry. After dinner she had walked to the nearby stream to clean up. That's when the khaki bastards attacked. And not the garden variety. These were two of the super soldiers. What had Bass frantic though was that one of them had come from Charlie's direction and there was no sign of her.

He was running before the second one had even hit the ground. He couldn't call out in case there were more of them around, so he headed for the stream hoping he would find her nearby. Coming to a stop next to the water, he looked up and down the bank. Not seeing anything at first he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. Releasing the breath he stood quietly, just listening.

There were no sounds other than the stream rushing by. It had been an unusually, wet winter and all the waterways were swollen. He turned his head to the right, sweeping his eyes down the bank, slowly pivoting as he scanned the area around him. He had almost completed the turn when he saw it. The light reflecting off something metal. Like a belt. Running along the side of the stream, Bass waded out into the water. Her head was entirely too close to a rock for his likening and as he ran a hand over the back of it, he felt a goose egg size bump. His hand came away bloody. Lifting her in his arms, he made his way back to their campsite, gently laying her on his sleeping bag. Having no choice, he built up the campfire before grabbing his canteen and a rag out of his pack to wipe the blood away from her wound to get a better look. Thankfully it wasn't deep enough to need stitches.

He was also worried about her body temperature. He wasn't sure how long she had been in the stream, but her skin was freezing. Not that his was much warmer after pulling her out. Cursing under his breath, he removed her socks and boots setting them near the fire before removing her belts and then wrestling her tight, wet jeans off her body.

Switching his brain into survival mode, he ruthlessly stripped her remaining clothes away before unzipping her sleeping bag and slipping her between the layers. Grabbing her clothes, he spread them out over the nearby bushes, adding his own wet clothing to the mix.

Adding more wood to the fire, he tossed his sleeping bag to cover the top of hers before climbing in with her. Turning her towards the fire, he spooned up behind her as he moved her wet hair to the side and trapped one of her legs between his as he slipped one arm under her to hold her against his chest while the other one starting rubbing the skin he could reach vigorously, trying to get the blood flowing. It wasn't long before she was shivering and turned in his arms seeking his warmth. He let her position herself the way she wanted and lay his head down with a sigh. Miles was going to kill him regardless of the fact that he had saved her life.

Now that her body was pressed up against his, he couldn't get the memory of it out of his brain, his cock twitching every time her soft breasts brushed up against his chest or her damp curls, a shade darker than those on her head, pressed against his thigh, as she slipped a shapely leg between his. Wrapping an arm around her shoulder in the hopes of keeping her still, he began naming off statistics from Civil War battles in hopes of falling asleep.

When Charlie woke she was warm.

And safe.

And comfortable.

Her hands were on something undeniably firm that smelt like sweat and leather and earth and oh, so familiar.

She felt cherished.

And loved.

Not wanting that feeling to end, she snuggled down in her cocoon of warmth with a sigh of pleasure. When a large hand grabbed a hold of her ass and squeezed, she jerked forward and was ground into something harder by said hand. Letting loose a small moan of pleasure, she opened her eyes and found herself staring into the most beautiful, blue eyes she'd ever seen. With a small smile she reached up and scratched her way lightly through his whiskers.

"Morning, Charlotte," his sleep roughened voice announced as he stayed perfectly still, just now realizing exactly where his hand was and wondering if she was thinking about parting him of its company.

"Mmmm, Charlotte? Is that my name?" she asked as she drew a hand down his chest.

Bass' eyes popped opened as he grabbed her hand, pulling them both to a sitting position. "What do you mean 'Is that my name?' What the hell are you playing at?"

"Well," Charlie began looking at him like he was a bit slow, "You said 'Morning, Charlotte,' so I assumed that you were calling me by my name. Although I have to tell you I really don't feel like a Charlotte, but somehow it feels right when you say it."

"Oh. My. God. This cannot be happening," Bass groaned burying his fingers in his hair causing it to stick up wildly.

Charlie reached out, running a hand across his back, her brow crinkling as she felt scar tissue under her hand, but ignored it for the time being. "Actually, I can't remember what either of our names are. And I have a hell of a headache. I'm assuming that there's a story behind that?" she asked as she gently touched the back of her head.

Bass simply shook his head in horror as he brought his face up to watch her, causing her to frown.

"It can't be that bad, can it? We're obviously traveling together and I'm assuming married from the looks of things."

"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa! What gave you that idea?" Bass yelled as he hastily tried to get untangled from the bed that they had shared.

Charlie calmly tossed the sleeping bags back with a shiver as the cool morning air hit her skin. "Let's start with the lack of clothing, a sizable erection, and a set of wedding rings hanging off that chain around your neck." She said raking her eyes up and down his body, "Looks like we've traveled a while. On our way to see family I'm guessing due to the lack of supplies?" she observed with a tilt of her head as Bass began to pace back and forth muttering, continuously raking a hand over his face or through his hair.

"Miles? Is that your name?" Charlie asked completely intrigued by the man who was now standing still staring at her.

"What? Why would you think my name was Miles?"

"Because you've been muttering it for the last few minutes and honestly, I'm beginning to feel a little silly here."

"Uh, No. My name is Bass."

"Well, hello Bass, I'd say nice to meet you but I have the feeling we know each other fairly well," she grinned laying back down on the bedding.

"Oh, fuck." Bass groaned realizing that they were both still naked as the day they were born. He snatched up his clothes and boots. "I'm going down to the stream. Take care of your business and get dressed. We'll be leaving shortly."

Charlie shrugged with a smile. "Whatever you say, Bass."

He nearly tripped in his haste to get away from her.