Halloween dreams …till dawn, part 2.

A Revolution fic (Blackout AU): Sebastian (Bass) Monroe/Charlotte (Charlie) Matheson, Charloe. Rating M…

The war against the Patriots was still going months after Texas put Davis on trial as a traitor then somehow let him escape and there'd been reports of a Patriot remnant, a small group of cadets and a handler, hiding out in a little one cantina town in the hills near the Mexican border. Bass and Charlie had gone to investigate, leaving their unit in the next town over cleaning up another little mess. It was the last day of October, Halloween, almost the day of the dead…

AN: This is for the Good Ship Charloe Charloeween fic fest! Thank you so much for reading, and for your lovely comments on part 1. I hope you enjoy...

Halloween dreams…till dawn. Part two, the witching hour.

The little town was eerily quiet in the moonlit dark as they ghosted along the main street towards the Titty Teaser past rows of small brick terraces and shops, their windows blacked out and shuttered, every door shut tight. They passed a seedy wagon and bicycle repair yard and overgrown market gardens and a small, Spanish style church sat behind a picket fence across the road, its windows dark broken holes in the pockmarked white washed walls.

Bass looked up then nudged Charlie. The steel cross at the top of the bell tower was bent almost flat and twisted, as though it had been knocked over by something, or struck by lightning maybe?

She checked it out, then looked back at him, 'big crows?'

He shrugged, 'maybe,' He looked again, 'very big crows.'

They kept going.

Nothing else moved in the shadowy street except the wind blowing small clouds, dust, rubbish and old leaves and ruffling the tattered fur of a large rat that took one look at them and darted back into the dark.

They stopped, leaning up against the crumbling brick wall of the last building in the block, the tumbledown awning above their heads sunk so low he'd had to duck to get under it and Charlie glanced up at Bass, her eyes flicking towards the wreck of a vintage Dodge Charger sitting rusting on its rims next to the pumps of the abandoned gas station. 'What do you think?'

It was the only cover between them and the next block so there wasn't really an alternative but it was how they worked, why they were such a good team. She checked out front, he kept an eye outback. The fact that it meant he could keep an eye on her ass too was totally irrelevant...

He nodded, 'it'll do.' He followed her as she ran towards the car. They were going fast and keeping it quiet but even so Bass felt a prickle of awareness skitter over his shoulders. It felt as though someone, or something was watching them and he scanned around as they went, eyes hard, alert. The weird moon didn't help much, or the wind either. There were little bangs and skittering sounds around them that set his teeth on edge and the shadows were so sharp they seemed to have teeth…

Charlie glanced back at him, tension making her eyes glitter and her lips tight. She had her bow out ready, an arrow loaded…

He felt it too. Something was seriously off about this place and he'd feel much easier once they got off the road and under cover. It was too early for there to be no one around at all and even if everyone in town was a dawn to dusk type there should be some lights or sounds coming from somewhere along the road, some sign of life, a horse or mule, a pig maybe… even a drunk or two? But there was nothing, nada. Except the rat... There'd been people around earlier while they were checking the place out from the hilltop, not many, granted, but some. So where were they?

Then just as they reached the car, something big flew overhead, blocking out the moon, something that flapped and cackled...

The whole world went dark for a moment like someone flicked a switch off and on again.

Charlie leapt the last couple of steps to the car, diving to the ground behind it in an instinctive, almost elegant arc. On the way down she slung her pack and bow out of the way to make room for Bass, twisting her top half around so she could see what was coming over the hood of the car almost in the same movement, knife in her hand in a move so quick the only clue she'd done it was the flash of her blade. 'What the fuck was that?' her voice was an almost not there whisper, the sibilants blurred to stop the sound travelling.

Bass was too busy getting himself down alongside her to answer right away, his body sliding in the gravel and dust, his legs ending up tangled up in hers and his machete somehow not spiking anything vital as he swung around and up, his eyes searching the sky above them. But whatever the fuck it was had gone and all that he could see was that weird smiling moon and a few small clouds racing in front of the stars. 'Damned if I know…' His blue eyes flashed at her, blown dark with excitement and exertion, his lips twisting into a daredevil grin because whatever it was he had it to thank for his being this close to her. 'It's Halloween, maybe it was a vampire?'

She grinned back, a reckless energy skittering down her spine. His old leather jacket was close and smelled of him and she could see the hard cut, shadowed planes of his chest through the fabric of his threadbare shirt, the strong lines of his neck through the open collar at his throat. He was close enough that she could even see the beads of sweat on his skin, the little lines on his lips and the blond tips to the eyelashes that framed those impossibly blue eyes. Having him that close sent shivers down her spine and tingles everywhere else and she clenched her thighs tight against a clit that suddenly and desperately demanded attention…

She decided there and then that she was going to enjoy the feel of his body warm and big and vibrant against hers and fuck the consequences because maybe it was time to stop running from this thing they had going. Maybe it was beyond time.

He was still looking at her, watching her face and waiting for her to say something, do something because damn there was something profound going on in that complicated Matheson head of hers. Then her grin turned into something else, something full of intent…

'So they can fly too? Can't wait to meet 'em.' She reached down to flick the safety catch on her bow and as she did her jacket and tank somehow slipped sideways off her shoulders revealing the soft, heavy curve of a breast and a moon kissed nipple that pebbled to a peak as the night breeze caught it.

Bass stared, his breath catching in his throat as a bolt of something that felt like a streak of fucking lightning sizzled its way down to his cock and all points in between. The little pink bud was so close that he if he leaned over just a tiny little bit he could take it between his lips. Shit. He only just managed to stop himself from bending to do that very thing when his eyes met hers in a blinding scorch fest that had him hoping that maybe just maybe they'd stopped fucking around and that this was finally it.

He fell into those eyes…caught like gravity.

Charlie was caught too, almost dizzy with it and as she leaned in towards him her foot slipped on the loose gravel and everything went sideways as she fell towards him, trying to keep her knife from cutting into either of them and ending up with her legs slid scissoring through his with one boot headed straight for the heavy bulge at his crotch.

Bass sucked in a breath as his balls shrank in anticipation of being stomped on, his free hand shooting down instinctively to cover them although another part of him was relishing the feel of her that close and wanted her even closer whatever the cost to his pride and joys, wanted it so much that he could taste her on his tongue, feel his hands on her skin.

She laughed, one of her hands shooting out to brace on his shoulder, just managing to keep from falling onto him, to keep her boot from hitting home. But she didn't stop it completely and the rounded tip of her boot made contact with his crotch, the edge of the sole working little circles over the hardening mound of his dick. Her eyes darted to his, challenging him to do something about it.

Her boot felt like a fist on his dick, a hard, delicious pressure and he watched as her tongue dipped out to wet her lips to shining moon red.

Ok then.

He blinked, his need for her raging so fucking loudly in his blood that he forgot about anything and everything else, even the whatever it was that had flown in front of the moon, even the patriots waiting for judgement in the cantina although his hand kept a tight grip on his machete out of long, long habit.

Never give up your weapon…

He twisted round against the car and caught her foot in his other hand, holding it where it was on his cock because it felt so good, his thumb stretching up and finding the flesh of her leg through a hole in her jeans just above where her boots finished, circling, enjoying the sound of her indrawn breath.

He mouthed a word, and it escaped into the air, floating between them. 'Tease.'

She leaned towards him, her eyes and lips getting closer and closer to his, her boot pressing harder against him then releasing as she spread her knees out around his chest, straddling him.

There was a clanging rattle as his machete hit the car on it's way to the ground.

She dropped her knife too as her lips touched his and she breathed against his mouth. 'It's only teasing if you don't mean it…'

And then she was kissing him, his scruff soft on her cheeks and chin, his lips dry and hot and eager on hers and the big, fast pulse at his throat loud in her ears.

His hand found her breast, the big fingers spreading out over the springy flesh and around her nipple, his touch gentle, soft and unbearably, incredibly arousing. His other hand was hard on her ass though, his fingers gripping her through the old jeans, steadying her, his legs spreading out and keeping them both from falling...

She hadn't expected gentle, not from him, not really, and it made something hard inside that she hadn't realised was there melt a little. The rough skin of his fingertips sent bursts of sweet sensation southwards and his hands on her were familiar from her dreams, even though she hadn't let him touch her like that before, hadn't let him touch her at all. She hadn't lied to Miles about that.

The kiss was soft at first too, a careful exploration of this new thing between them, neither quite believing that they were really, finally here.

Charlie tasted him, drank deep, pulling everything of him into herself and it felt so good. It was like all the threads were coming together. From Philadelphia, the Tower and New Vegas, from Pottsboro and that school when she thought he was gone but he came back for her. From the time when he was nearly, really gone after that execution but he came back, and a hundred other times and places since. It felt like they'd always been heading towards this. It felt like being finally home...

Bass opened his eyes, just to check that she was actually there, that this wasn't some kind of fever dream. Then he moved his hand from her breast and up into her hair, feeling her legs tighten around him, her panting breath and his own as he pulled her in closer, deepening the kiss, finding her tongue, sweet and wet, the scent of her setting his brain and cock on fire…

She felt like heaven and he didn't want it to stop.

What was wrong with just staying here for a while? The ground was quite comfortable really. Fuck the patriots, he was happy being a titty teaser right here…

Then somebody, or something nearby chuckled. It was a wet, noisy sound. Guttural, bestial...

Bass didn't know if Charlie moved first or he did. It didn't matter. What did matter was that they were both on their feet, weapons in hand because he really didn't fucking believe what they were looking at.

Charlie stared too, especially at the long, very sharp and way too many for the mouth teeth, her eyes wide. 'Is that…? I mean, is that a…?' She gripped her knife harder, reflexes totally in fight mode, wishing she'd managed to grab her bow too but knowing she couldn't get it now because there was no way on this earth she was taking her attention off the thing standing grinning in front of them.

Bass nodded once, watching for little green lights out of the corners of his eyes though because this couldn't actually be happening. 'I think so, unless people round here are really, really fucking good at Halloween make up.'

The vampire had red eyes and was dressed in tattered, bloody bike leathers. It hissed then laughed again, sticking out a long, black tongue and waggling it at Charlie, one long, bony hand going down and doing a crotch grab and wiggle with a couple of pelvic thrusts, the other crooking a finger in a come on…

'Ew…' Charlie's face wore a look of complete disgust. 'You have got to be kidding me…' She glanced at Bass, then back. 'So how do we kill it?'

The thing looked disappointed for a moment, then it shrugged, hissed, and sprang at them, clawed hands reaching, mouth wide and teeth like rows of really big, dirty needles.

There was a metallic flash as Bass stepped forwards and almost casually swung his machete.

The thing's head went one way and it's body the other, both parts dissolving into a rain of red goo that dropped to the ground, bubbling a bit before disappearing into the dust…

'Like that I guess.' He grinned at her, wiping his blade on a piece of rag then sheathing it with a snick of metal on metal, 'I always wondered if that part was true.'

Charlie shrugged, looking around. The little town looked a whole lot more sinister than it did before and she was getting worried about the big flapping thing now… 'Maybe we should get going? There could be more of them.' She bent to pick up her pack and bow and slung them over her shoulder.

Bass was looking at her, the grin gone and his eyes full of regret, because, well, fuck. They couldn't seem to catch a break and then as soon as they did the universe threw real Halloween stuff into the mix. What was that about? 'Yeah. I guess…'

She sighed and went up close, pulling him down so she could reach. Then she kissed him, long and hard, leaving them both breathless and wanting more... 'Hey, as soon as we kill the patriots and the vampires and whatever else is lurking around here, we'll take up where we left off, ok?'

He hugged her, hard, his eyes burning blue. 'Charlie, that had better be a promise.'

She nodded, looking straight back at him, 'It is.'

Somewhere off in the distance, something howled. Then several other somethings howled too, and they sounded closer...

Charlie cleared her throat, hopeful, 'Wolves?'

Bass shrugged. 'Maybe, maybe not, but I think we should go anyway…' He let go of her and grabbed his crap. 'You ready?'

She nodded again, 'yeah…'

They started running.

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AN: Hi, and thanks so much for reading! I think there'll be another couple of chapters to this – they have to deal with things at the Titty teaser, and then… Anyway, hope to see you at the next one! Cheers, Magpie