Author's Note: Thanks for all the feedback/private messages/favorites etc. I don't respond to every comment, but I try to reply to all PMs. Hopefully I've kept up with those. Haha I've struggled with POV in this… hoping to show inner dialogue for both Charlie and Bass. Still not sure of it, but hope this flows a little better.

Also, if you were one of the few who read my first attempt at this story, you'll note that I brought a good bit of that to the beginning of this chapter (except everyone is fully awake this time- haha). **smut warning**

Good Morning

When Bass wakes, he is disoriented by the sunshine streaming in the bedroom window. Faintly he can hear the echos of sirens and city traffic from outside. In his arms, lies a beautiful woman. He feels rested and relaxed and ready for another round with Charlie. "What time is it?" he wonders. Glancing at the clock on the night table, he sees its noon. "Hell." He mutters, incredulous. He honestly can't remember sleeping this long, at least not for a decade. Maybe more. Instinctively he knows it's because of her. He doesn't know why it's her, but it is. Something about her calms the crazy shit that is always in his head. Bass looks down at her and knows instinctively that this probably isn't going to end well. He knows this not because of anything that actually pertains to their specific situation; but because that's just the way his life works out. He's always said that if he didn't have bad luck, he'd have no luck at all. Frankly he doesn't care right now. Right now, in this moment he just wants Charlie to wake up so he can fuck her again.

He tries to shake her shoulder a little, but she doesn't do anything other than purr softly. Hell, can he get any harder? Evidently yes, as every little sound she makes stirs something new in his gut and lower. Damn. Bass props himself up on an elbow behind her, his body fully cupping hers from behind, his erection pressing firmly against a perfectly round panty-clad ass cheek. He uses his free hand to feather up and down her arm and over her hip. She's still asleep, but he continues to touch her. Leaning in, he nuzzles her neck, "Charlie, wake up beautiful." She moans a little and rubs against him.

His hand grasps her breast under her tee shirt and squeezes a little too hard for comfort, but he's in a bad place. He needs her to be awake. He needs her. He needs to be inside her. He needs it now.

Deftly, he dips a finger below the fabric of her panties and between her thighs. She is wet and velvety and he pushes the finger deeper into her and strokes her until she moans his name. Ah, now she's awake. Bass grins into her hair and moves a thigh between her legs. His hand is gently caressing her thigh – eventually he pulls her leg back and up a bit over his own so that he can access her wetness from behind. She complies with a hoarse little moan and after pushing aside the wet fabric between her legs, he enters her smoothly. She is tight and hot and they are moving as one.

Charlie had woke suddenly, aware immediately of two things: the night is long gone, and Bass is still in her bed. She also can't help but notice that he ready to go again. She smiles without letting him know she's awake, rubbing against him wickedly. She loves the feel of his hands on her, stroking her belly and her breasts before settling between her legs where her ache for him is the greatest. She pushes back against him, trying to get closer. She moans his name and – oh my god – his leg moves between hers, and then he's shifted to a place between her thighs – and then he's inside her and he's so big and so hard. She moans as he picks up the tempo and – of my god – he's slamming into her now and she thinks she's going to explode and when he whispers in her ear, "Damn you are so tight", she is thoroughly and completely gone, shattering around his throbbing cock, pulling seed from his shaft with her clenching orgasm.

Panting, she looks at him over her shoulder and says, "Good morning to you too." They both chuckle. Bass pulls out slowly, and then rolls her onto her back. Her hair is a mess laid out across the pillow. Her cheeks are pink from exertion and her eyes are hooded and sultry. He leans in and kisses her, softly angling his mouth over hers. She returns the kiss tentatively at first and then aggressively takes his mouth prisoner. Grabbing his shoulders, she flips him onto his back and straddles him, watching his eyes dance. He smirks at her and she laughs, "I have never slept so well, and then been so thoroughly fucked so soon after waking. Other than the fact that I'm starving, this is shaping up to be a pretty good day so far."

"Well, we could go down stairs and get some breakfast," his hands have moved up under the tee shirt she's still wearing, to cup her breasts gently. "Or" he continued, "If you give me a couple minutes to recover, we could do something else, and then we could have breakfast after?"

"Breakfast can wait." She grins at him, and lowers her fingers to the hem of her shirt, deftly pulling it over her head and throwing it aside. She moves from her perch just long enough to remove her soaked panties and for him to wriggle out of his pajama pants which were already askew. Now, both blissfully naked, they explore each other.

Ink

"I like this." He had noticed the tattoo the day before, but had been too busy at the time ravishing her to really look at it. Three orchids spread across her hipbone. One is larger than the others, it is a brilliant red. The second is purple with pink shadows. The third is yellow and not as fully bloomed as the others are. The artwork is exquisite, the details impeccable… but somehow the tattoo evokes a sadness in Bass that he can't explain. His hand still resting on the inked skin, he looks up at her and is surprised to see tears in her eyes. He pulls her down to him and kisses her mouth hungrily, hoping to chase away the sadness – a sadness not so unlike his own.

He does his best to distract her - to make her feel whole instead of broken. She responds greedily.

Some time later, Charlie has collapsed on top of Bass. They are both breathing heavily, covered in a sheen of sweat and smiling. They are good together. Really, really good. She sits up slowly, just looking at him. Neither of them say anything for a while. Finally, Charlie breaks the silence, her smile fading away, "I'm sorry about your sisters. I'm sorry I said anything yesterday." Her fingers have begun tracing circles on his chest, absently. She is no longer meeting his eyes. "They're gone right? You lost them." He doesn't answer right away, so she takes his hand and presses it over the red orchid on her hip. "My Dad. He died of a heart attack two years ago." She moves his hand to the pink and purple flower, she says, "My step mom Maggie was in a car accident six months later." Finally, her fingers now shaking a little, she settles over the partially opened yellow orchid, "My brother Danny needed a lung transplant, and he got one, but it didn't work. There were a lot of complications, and he died on Christmas Day last year." Her voice catches when she says her brother's name. His heart aches for her but he still doesn't say anything.

Taking her shaking fingers in his, he pulls them to his ribcage where the hash marks are tattooed down his side, "My Dad," he whispers hoarsely pausing over the first one. "My Mom," as he names each his fingers take hers to the next, "My sister Angie, and my sister Cindy. They all died in a car accident a long time ago." He can feel her eyes on the remaining marks, but he's not ready to talk about those yet. He pulls Charlie to his chest holding her tight, "Someday I'll tell you about the rest. I pray you never have to add to your three."

They just lay there like that for a while, not speaking, but finding comfort that they are not alone in their grief. Someone else understands.

Eventually they put on clothes and ransack the kitchen for food. They are both famished. They find bread, peanut butter and eggs as well as what's left of last night's pizza and a few fresh vegetables. Bass makes omelets while Charlie heats the pizza and puts together some peanut butter sandwiches. They devour their odd little meal, exchanging glances throughout. They are each struck by how few words are needed between them. They can communicate with a gaze, a raised eyebrow, a smirk.

After they've had their fill, Bass asks Charlie, "What do you want to do now?"

"Honestly I want a shower. I smell awful." She says, wrinkling her nose.

Wet

Bass slides in behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, nuzzling her neck. "I think you smell amazing, but a shower sounds like a good idea… especially if I can join you?"

She laughs, nodding. "If you can catch me, you can join me." And with that, she's running for the stairs. Bass is hot on her tail and catches her at the door to the room they've been sharing. He grabs her, throws her over his shoulder and takes her into the bathroom next door. She's giggling as she struggles against his grip half-heartedly. Still holding her aloft, he leans into the shower to get the water started. The steam begins to rise as the water gushes from the tap. Bass sits her down and leans in for a kiss. Quickly they strip to nothing, appreciating each other with lusty gazes and warm, searching fingers. They step through the shower door, closing it behind them. The shower isn't huge, but it's not small either. They take turns under the spray and once flesh is wet, Bass takes a handful of shampoo and begins to massage her scalp. She leans back into the spray, letting the soap rinse from her hair. Bass considers this an open invitation and can't help but lean in close to suck lightly at her neck, licking her pulse and kissing her nape. She shivers delicately under his mouth. Bass steps back, taking a big bar of soap, he rubs it between his hands until he has enough lather to carefully, slowly paint her body with soapy caresses.

As the water rinses her clean, Charlie leans in and up, catching his mouth with hers. His hands have found her breasts and he is molding them softly, squeezing her nipples between his fingertips, making her blood hum. She sucks at his lip, tugging playfully before delving in for a deeper taste. He lets her explore his mouth without trying to take over. She's enjoying this, and he is enjoying her.

Every time her tongue slashes across his, he feels it all the way down to his toes. "Charlie," he moans against her kiss.

She breaks off, looking up at him with wide sexy eyes. "Yes, Bass?" her voice sounds innocent, but the look on her face says she's anything but. "Do you want me to wash you?"

He nods. Charlie takes the shampoo and reaches high to get his scalp. With every stretching motion, her perfect little tits jiggle against his chest and he can hardly take anymore. "Jesus Charlie." He cries out.

She just grins at him; taking the soap she copies his move and rubs lather all over his body. She seems to have realized that time is running short, because she makes quick work of cleaning him. Soon the water has rinsed the suds from his flesh and she is looking up at him again, "What do you want me to do Bass? Tell me."

He groans. How is it possible that he can get more turned on? This woman is amazing. "Please," he says, motioning to his throbbing erection. "Please."

Slowly, Charlie sinks to her knees; never taking her eyes off his. She grasps the base of his cock firmly, pulling in a steady rhythm. Leaning in, she circles the head with her tongue before taking him in her mouth slowly. Wrapping her lips around his girth; Charlie begins to suck him, moving her fist in concert with her mouth. After a few minutes, his hands move to her shoulders, and he says throatily, "Stand up Charlie." She complies, looking at him expectantly, hungrily. He braces his stance, lifting her body carefully; he presses her up against a narrow ledge that has been built into the shower stall. He kisses her deeply and then leans close to her ear, "You asked what I want. This is what I want." With that, he presses his rigid cock home. Instinctively she wraps her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his ass as he rocks into her hard, fast and deep. Time stops as they are immersed in their shared pleasure. She comes first, and he follows soon after, dumping into her depths.

Slowly, they disengage – eyes locked. "Wow." Charlie says quietly.

"Yes, Wow." He agrees with a laugh.

Without warning the warm water goes cold and they are hurrying to get out of the shower. Bass shuts off the water and they towel themselves dry. Both are relaxed and content. They are both surprised to see it's almost 8pm. They both want to do something and decide to watch a movie. Charlie gets dressed and heads down to get something started while Bass moves his things back to what they both now think of as 'their' room.

He's put his few things on the bathroom counter, and is laughing a little at the sheer volume of crap women need to get ready when he accidently knocks a little pile to the floor. He bends and picks up a compact, some breath mints, two lipsticks and her birth control pills. The pill box has fallen open and he glances inside, making note of the fact that she would have just finished her period before they met. He smiles a little broader. Three weeks of uninterrupted Charlie is not a bad thing at all. Whistling, he tosses the little green box on the counter before heading down to see what movie Charlie has picked out.

When he sees that her choice is "Fight Club", he grins at her. "That is one of my favorite movies," he says, clearly impressed. He kisses her on the cheek before laying down on the couch next to her, using her lap as a pillow.

She smiles down at him, "Me too."

They watch the movie, cuddled together. When they finally get sleepy, they walk to bed hand in hand.

Sleep awaits.