Nights in white satin – a new, favourite sin
A Revolution fic: Bass Monroe/Charlie Matheson, Charloe; Blackout AU. Miles Matheson, Rachel Matheson, Aaron Pittman, mention of other characters from the show. This follows 'Nights in white satin – sweet dreams.' After the Tower, and before he found New Vegas, Bass travelled towards Philadelphia, aiming to see what was left of the Monroe Republic… Somewhere along the way, something happened that made him wonder about the power of dreams, and why Charlie Matheson kept turning up in his…
Rating M
Author's note:
Hi there and thanks so much for having a look at this… hope you enjoy … The story is based on prompt #53 from the Orgy Armada's Revolution, The Second Coming and follows on from my previous story: Nights in white satin – sweet dreams…
I don't own any part of Revolution and am writing this purely for love of the show and its characters.
Nights in white satin – a new favourite sin
The morning after he dreamed that Charlie Matheson turned up in his bed, Bass lay there thinking about how fucking good she had felt, until the needs of his stomach – and his bladder - became too loud to ignore…
Then he got up, did what he needed to do then took a couple of towels, a robe and some soap from the cabin (as well as his pack, empty bottles and weapons - just in case…) and wandered down the hilly slope behind the motel to find the river… A short walk following the sound of rushing water led him to a sheltered weir where water rippled and tumbled over piled and worn smooth rocks, settling into a deep pool shaded by willows and reeds before heading on down the mountain in a series of falls that disappeared into a hazy forested distance...
Then he treated himself to a real bath, the river water cool, clean and silken on his skin, dirty soap bubbles floating down stream as he rinsed himself, the sun making little dancing rainbows where it touched them...
He scrubbed his skin and hair until he glowed pink and the water ran clear, then stood thigh deep at the edges of the pool, feeling the sun warm on his skin and, enjoying being really fucking clean for the first time in forever. His hair felt a couple of pounds lighter without the dirt of weeks, the curls bouncing like little corkscrews as they dried and as he looked down, a light breeze caught the little hairs on his chest, legs and groin, outlining his body in a golden brown halo and sending little waves of sensation sliding across his skin and goose bumps rippling down his arms and legs…
His cock hung heavy and half erect against the soft, damp cushions of his balls, and the breeze felt like her fingers on him… He felt blood rush there at the thought and reached down, stroking a hand up and down the suddenly much, much harder and thicker column of flesh and grinned, he figured every man must love his own cock; it was like another little person, living between his legs, a demanding, one track minded little person…
He patted it affectionately; down boy… then let go and stretched, yawning; he'd have more time later, he wanted to get some work done first… But damn, he felt like a kid, playing in the river and wishing she was there, wishing for golden hair, that beautiful, sweetly angled face, her full mouth and clever hands, her strong, lithe body and a pussy that felt like tight, wet heaven; a brand new sin for Sebastian Monroe…
His cock shifted up a gear, really hoping for some action this time and he ducked under the water again to cool off but his reflection was still three legged when he stood up...
He laughed and got busy washing the clothes he'd been living in for weeks, rubbing and thumping them against the rocks to get rid of at least some of the ingrained dirt and grime. He had no other clothes at the moment – both of the militia guys had been way too short for any of theirs to fit - but damn he was over wearing these... Down stream, long slicks of grease, oil and the dust and dirt of the road floated away as he worked, harsh and ugly against the backdrop of the clear water and sandy riverbed…
The jeans, shirt and threadbare socks went over a couple of shrubs to dry… His boots would just have to stay smelly, and his old uniform jacket the same. The insignia and epaulettes were long gone and the collar was torn off, it looked a far cry from the stiff, starched uniform of the President of the Republic…
Then he did some sword practice to dry off, not bothering with a robe, his body nude, hard muscled and pale on the wide, flat, grass covered riverbank…
He felt good, the long days of walking, and the steady diet of mostly protein with none of the soft luxuries of life as a damn desk jockey President, had left him toned, strong and fit. The familiar, studied movements of sword play felt good too, his muscles flexing and relaxing, limbs moving in smooth arcs and controlled thrusts, bending, stretching, turning, slicing… The formal gestures and repetition steadying his mind, calming his thoughts…
Then he spread the towels out and lay down on the bank, slipping into a sun soaked, sun dazzled daze, his limbs heavy, full, eyes half shut, the light clouds overhead floating like small white galleons…
Then suddenly, she was there, lying on her side next to him, the sun shining through her the damp, stringy curling strands of her hair as it hung over his face, because she was leaning over, looking at him…
He reached up and touched a golden brown strand… It was soft; and damn, she felt real…
'Monroe?' She was naked, like him, but her skin was cool and a little damp…
'Charlie, you came back…'
'Its warm here…' she lay on top of him, her body stretching out over his, her breasts pebble tipped cushions on his chest, her leg sliding over his… 'You feel so warm…' She pulled her head back so she could see him, her eyes wide, wondering… 'It was raining, and cold, so we went into an old barn for shelter, I must have fallen asleep…' Then her hips moved over him, her pussy lips catching on his cock and she gasped, her tongue darting out, flickering over those full, pink lips…
Bass couldn't believe his eyes, his senses… 'So where are you? When you aren't here?
She moved a little so that her clit was touching his cock, sliding up and down his length, her wet folds feeling like a benediction, a silky, hot, slippery wonder…. 'I don't want to think about that, Monroe, I want to keep thinking about this…' Then she reached down and her fingers wrapped around his cock like the wet dream that this had to be…
He laughed, happy to play along…'ok…whatever you say,' he could feel the towels, the fabric rough against his back and ass, and her could feel all of her, her skin smooth, except for her feet, her toes were calloused, hard, the rough skin of her soles brushing against his calves as she kissed her way down his chest, her tongue leaving a cool trail as she went lower…
'You taste of sun, and soap, Monroe…'
His hands were playing with her hair, fingers sliding through it to her scalp, massaging the tight oval of her skull as she… finally… got to his groin, her eyes slanted up at him through the long, tangled waves… 'I just had a bath…' his voice was hoarse; expectation and anticipation stealing his breath away…
She swept her hands up to play with his nipples then reached for his cock with that lovely mouth, agile tongue slipping between her lips and tracing a long line from his cock head down to where his balls lay, aching for her attention… Then she kissed her way back up to his tip with light, teasing kisses that had him panting, his hips straining towards her…
She laughed against his flesh, the sound buzzing and vibrating through him….
His balls tightened, his hands spreading over her head and the muscles of his butt and thighs tensing as he tried desperately to keep from coming all over her face like a schoolboy with his first girl…
Then she took him into her mouth, and the soft, melting warmth inside as she took him in deep, again and again, her lips surrounding him, sliding up and down, and the way her tongue felt as she swept it over the sensitive glans on the way up almost brought him undone again…
He laughed, a hoarse, gasping sound…'Charlie… I'm not going to last long if you keep doing that…'
She stopped for a moment, her eyes wicked blue as she lifted her mouth off him and met his eyes… 'This is my dream, so I can do anything I want…' she licked her lips… 'And you taste nice….' Then she sat up, straddling him, sliding along his cock until he was lined up with her entrance, then sliding down over him, her tight walls gripping so tight, so good…
He watched her eyes go hazy, her lips part… and he slid his hands out of her hair, down over her shoulders to her breasts, cupping the firm, pink tipped globes, his thumbs circling her nipples, letting her set the pace…
She leaned forward, her eyes staying on his, her hands on his chest, her hips moving up and down over him, a slow, easy rhythm that had them both breathing hard, together…
'You're a gorgeous woman, Charlie, and I don't know how you're doing this but I'm glad you did…'
Her eyes narrowed, and instead of being pleased at the compliment, her lips set in an angry line and she picked the pace up, the walls of her cunt gripping him tight, her fingers clenching on the muscles of his chest…'I don't feel gorgeous, Monroe, I'm hungry, and dirty and fucking tired of walking… and I'm even more fucking tired of my mom being crazy, and Miles drinking…' tears welled up in the blue eyes…'and Aaron looking scared all the time…'
Tears were falling down her cheeks, leaving silver trails behind them and she looked away from him, pausing for a moment, her ass cheeks soft against his thighs, she met his eyes again, hers full of storms 'I hate it all, I hate my life…' Then she picked up the pace again, pounding onto him, faster, harder, furious, her body tense, almost as though she was fighting, not him, but everything, everyone else…
Bass let her do what she needed to do; he figured he owed her that, and more, after all he'd been part of making this world that she had to live in, part of fucking everything up for her, and everyone else…. and then he lost sight of the thought, lost sight of everything except the girl riding him, her slick warmth gripping him tight, the friction building between them, her skin hot now, sweat beading and running down between her breasts, her teeth biting into her bottom lip, and his own climax coming at him like a train down a mountain…
Then she went still, her breath coming in short, panting bursts…. her fingernails digging into the skin of his chest as she spasmed around him…
He let himself go then too, emptying himself inside her in warm spurts, hoping that maybe he could warm her from the inside too; that she'd know he'd been waiting for her… Then he caught her as she fell, held her as she lay on him, her body limp, too exhausted to speak, to move, her shoulders shaking every now and then with sobs that he hoped had nothing to do with him…
She was quiet after a while, just letting him hold her, her cheek resting under his chin. The sun was getting warmer above them and her hair was dry, her skin damp with sweat now against his, one of her legs flung across him and one hand resting over his heart...
He almost felt like crying himself, she'd sounded so desperate, as though she meant what she said….
Then he realised that she was fading, the outlines of her body wisping at the edges like smoke… shit… she was going… He put his mouth close to the vanishing shadow of her ear, pitching his voice loud, hoping that she'd hear…'I'll be here, Charlie, come back when you can, ok?'
Then even her shadow was gone... and he was alone on the riverbank, the breeze raising cool goose bumps on the lines of sweat she'd left on his skin…
Damn it... what was happening?
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AN: I hope you liked this, there'll be more of this story soon…