2.

'Where the hell do you think you're going?' His voice is early morning roughness.

She is sitting on his bed, wishing she didn't hear the teasing warmth that hides in his voice. It's a deep warmth she finds in his eyes more than it should be there. His sheets are wrapped around her. Her skin remembers his touches from last night. She was about to leave him and his bed in the early morning light and walk home through a town that is about to wake up. She was going to let their night flow into the past. But of course, the asshole had to wake up. When she turns around she can see his blue eyes burn. His sheets play with the strong lines of his thighs.

Bass fucking loves how she looks at him. He loves pissing her off because that usually means he gets to watch her looking at him like she is now. He tries to stop the smug grin that appears on his face but he fails. Her blue eyes are filled with annoyance. He doesn't give her time to respond. He doesn't give her time to leave his damn bed like she usually does. He pulls her close. His arms demand her close. His tall body, his wide shoulders and chest are flowing against her body while he moves his body over hers and gives her no other option than to stay. He soaks up her moan while he kisses the soft, warm skin of her neck and shoulders.

His breath is close to her ear. 'If you think I will let you leave then you are delusional'

Charlie refuses to look away from him. She tries to stop the smile that plays with her lips. She fails. Smugness is burning in his eyes. Smugness because of her surrender to him. It had been there in his eyes from the first heated fight that had flowed into one heated, deep impossible kiss when their life had been out there, on the road, living from fight to fight. The smugness burns in the blue of his eyes before it melts away and becomes more.

And it's warmth and depth and so much more. She lets him kiss her. Her hands search for the strength of his shoulders and arms. His chest presses against the soft curves of her breasts. The way he looks at her fills her thoughts and flows through her body. His hands are everywhere, his lips are warmth. She moans. His hand caresses the curve of her hip before he finds a slow deep rhythm he knows she loves. His voice is filled with early morning roughness telling her to let go. It's enough to surrender to him and make her come in deep waves. She moans again. Bass catches her moan with his mouth that covers hers, while it is just them, in his bed and wrapped in his sheets.