New Vegas
Going to your ex for mercs you need in a fight was maybe not of his best ideas. Not now said ex girlfriend is yelling at him to get the hell up from the dirt he is shoved in, as his own blood is dripping over his chin. Duncan Page, the one he once shared many nights and friendship with, had eventually promised him the needed mercenaries. But with a cost. A cost Charlie and his kid where now scrambling together by robbing Gould's casino. Him here, beating the crap out of a guy almost twice his weight was the distraction to get that job done.
The noises came through jaded, as he pushed himself up. Bass watched Gould's men near to Gould himself at the rim of the circle, saying something in the asshole's ear, as Gould left the tent and his mind was with Connor. With her. With Gould's men going towards them both. And fuck, did he want to be there when that asshole came too close to Charlie.
Done with this bullshit, wanting to leave this dirt hole as fast as possible he pushed himself up, made the fucking leap of the year as he knocked his component of his feet with a satisfying crash in the face.
It was Charlie. Her. Firing her gun at the lock that stood between them and freedom. Freedom he had not expected to ever get. Another second chance she had given him. The fight in the tent that was meant as a distraction had ended up with him being caught right outside that tent when he had reunited with Connor. When they were on their way to Charlie who had made sure she had gotten away. The stones now in Connor's possession to pay Duncan for her mercs and get the hell back to Miles. Until they weren't. And they had been locked in a cage, as he had to teach his kid how to kill him, as the only way out for him.
Not for him.
As he had been ready for the last blow, it had been screams and a gunshot that turned the crowd wild and gave Gould a run for his money. And she, when he had expected Duncan to at least not let his ass die, it had been Charlie, who he had been so sure to never see again stood at the other side of the fence.
'Stand back!' Charlie yelled at the Monroe men. Her eyes glaring at the lock before she made a damn fine hit, releasing the lock from its grasp.
Connor looked at her. And he realised, this girl could do anything. His dad was now close behind him, urging him to move on, to keep on going. Outside, through the panicked crowd, they found a way through. The fight ringing in his ear.
After the fight and the sureness he felt he would fucking die, without ever seeing her again, pleading Connor in that cage before the fight to not be with her, because he had seen the eyes his kid made at her, unable to bear the thought of her hooking up with him, to not choose her, she was here. And then she wasn't.
He looked around, bewildered, as he nodded to Connor to split up.
He found her after the second row of trailers he looked, at the back of the trailers. A gun without trembling in her hand. Her not even focussed on anything else. Shit, that was not good. Fuck. The gun in the air, her arm without doubt. Connor was right behind him.
'Leave us.' He grumbled to him.
Bass could see the disgust in her eyes. And then they moved more flatly. Almost sad. As Gould was dead on the ground.
'Charlie.' His voice rolling in low roughed concern.
He tried to get through to her, with another tone as he had used in the tent earlier, when she had shoved her gun in Duncan's face as things had gotten a bit heated. That tone had been a warning one, filled with lustful respect at her with at the same time the need for her to calm the hell down, and not be such a Mini Miles.
Bass stepped closer to her. He did notice the top she was wearing, one of the dresses Gould made his girls wear. Fuck, he needed to get to her.
When he mentioned her name she looked up.
He stepped closer, his body on edge. He saw the concentrated look of a kill in her eyes.
He gently moved a hand on her arm. She let the gun go from being pointed at Gould as she was still looking at him. She felt tired and numb and pissed off for how he had sold her to the highest bidder. A bidder that had not been able to do anything to her, because she had ended him. The smell and the repulsive hands still on her though, even now the asshole was dead. Charlie had followed Gould, needing him dead too.
She felt Monroe steady next to her. She was looking at Gould. Realising the nightmare had stopped. They made it.
Bass heard a noise, reached for his gun.
'Fuck.' Cursed something more when he realised it was not in the waistband of his jeans. It was one of Duncan's men. It was just a fly on the wall. He could not give a fuck when he turned back to Charlie.
Without looking away from the other, the guy she had seen before in camp, the guy they will learn to know as Scanlon later, stepped towards them.
'The Boss wants to see you.'
'Tell her, we will be right there,' Bass grumbled as his voice was sharp and rough, making the other guy turn around fast after throwing a look at the blonde girl and Monroe.
Charlie answered his eyes, before she turned. Forcing herself to move on, to leave it at another day as she had taught herself so many times. They have to go. She knows. But when she moved past Monroe he moved his arm towards her.
As they stand, side by side, but not facing each other. His breath close to her ear, the rim of her ear almost there for him to touch. He felt the weight of the underside of her breasts against his arm, brushing his bandana around his wrists and the burned skin under where the mark of his family, his parents, sisters and Miles, always Miles, laid. He stopped her, as he placed a hand on her arm. She disappeared in his nook.
'You should have left Charlie, you should have gotten out of this hell hole.'
His voice was sincere. Her heartbeat picked up. She needed to stop her head moving towards his jaw line. She almost touched him there. She almost pushed out his sincerity, of what he, Bass, could be too.
He felt her tense up.
'I am glad you didn't.'
'Never,' she nodded her head to give more meaning to her words, she looked straight at him, 'Never.'
It was also sincere. And the truth. She would not leave him behind.
Bass needed to swallow. He also needed to be fucking around her all of a sudden, doing what he had been doing in his damn mind for too long now, buried inside of her as he could not fight that urge of wanting, need to be with her.
Worry for her, the death fear for his kid, the fighting, the tensed dirt that Vegas was, all making him want to pull her close and join her.
'Dammit.' He shook his head. He slowly let her go.
'You were going to give up your life for him.' it is a simple statement as it is powerful. This girl delivers those lines when least expected as a pro.
Leaving him as a stupid asshole without anything to say. Which was impressive for a guy that was a pro of countering anyone and everything.
Bass pressed his lips together.
Charlie wanted to touch his beard, lay her fingers on his scruff.
But she didn't. Not because she did not want to, but because he was wide open before her. She knew. She knew it would be too much. And they were a long way from safe.
They walked towards Duncan. Connor pushed himself of the side of a trailer and looked at them both. 'You all right?' he asked, concern for her in his voice.
She nodded quickly. His dad close to her, his larger shoulder visible behind Charlie's slender one. As Connor joined them a bit further ahead and they walked towards Duncan's camp, the three of them walked on.
Duncan came through, but not before letting him know exactly how she thought of him. To throw in his face how she felt about leaving her without even any goodbye. You are way better then he deserves kid. And then, the toughened and respected warlord gave Charlie her respect.
He would never ever understand the fuck about woman. First at each other's throat, then Duncan Page giving Charlie, five men, men they came for, to her.
It was a jab out of his ego, he had to admit. The smirk Charlie gave him when she passed him too. But when he looked at the ground he had to bite the inside of his cheek. And the respect, rushed with lust for her, for her whole being, broke through.
That was until one of the mercs shoulder bumped him like he was some schmuck. Then, that moment was over.
They had to leave soon. Charlie needed to gather some stuff and was walking back to the wagon. That was, until Monroe was there, so damn close. Bass pushed her against a trailer in quiet corner.
She had expected him here to crudely snap at her for who she had been in his face. Instead. Instead she got something else.
She tilted her head in defiance.
They met eyes, the fire in their eyes that was just in the middle of their circle with Duncan. It made her grasp for air. The intensity, the conversation that was going on there. The importance of what happened here, of her staying, risking her own life.
For him.
For the way they were bounded to the other.
'You are here...alive.' She looked at him, her face serious, her breath slowly losing control as she looked at him. As there was finally time to feel.
There it was, the unguarded Monroe. The Monroe from the road. The Monroe with her.
Bass looked at her, he was here to be in her face about the merc moment and the way she had dared him with her giant fucking one million dollar smile. Oh fuck who was he kidding. He was here for something completely else.
He crashed into her body, shoving her into the trailer behind her. There was no time for anything else, but her whimpers turned into moans. Her surprise turned into delighted warm hot needing kisses that were violent as they were with locks of so much.
His mouth on hers as his moustache framed her upper lips. The darkness in this corner of this city giving them what they need. Here where they can finally admit. Admit, fuck, need the other.
Charlie panted into his mouth as she looked down to get rid of her pants. It was all Monroe needed. He moved her up, lifting her weight, adjusting her. He moved his pants down, she did the same as he helped her.
'You are alive.' She panted again. He's here.
It was the force in her words that made Bass seen, like there was one fucking human being in the world that cared.
'You stayed.' Bass said lowly, dangerously open to her, as he crashed her mouth against his.
And that person was Charlotte.
Charlie.
Charlie Matheson.
Of course she was a Matheson.
And now she was his.
He was making her his.
She looked at him like she had to say it out loud, as he heard the relieve there in her voice, a reassurance in his eyes to her, as there was unspoken everything in her words.
And both of their emotions crashed, walls forgotten, as they were both realising it at the same time.
After this, there was no going back. He would fight by her side, and she at his.
You stayed. Is all that hammered into his brain as he was dripping with glistening fluids around his cock from her wet warm skin and his own arousal. He pushed inside of her as they both cursed, moaned, as she moved closer over him, against him, around him. He knew is was beyond fucked up, but he also knew it, this, whatever the fuck this is, was real.
'Bass...don't stop.' She moaned, pleaded, left her heart bare for him.
'Never Charlotte...' he adjusted her weight and trusted into her deeper, 'fuck...' he pushed deeper inside of her, his balls reaching the inside of her thighs with heavy slaps.
They did not need long to move into a rhythm of thrusts and groans and holding each other as Bass encircled her within his body. Needing her, wanting her, shielding her, taking care of his needs as he needed to burry himself to his balls inside of her.
His hips jerked and then stayed silent when she moaned obscenely in his ear through her orgasm. He did not move as he felt how the final wave of cum hit her.
She was trembling. He was holding her. She held on to him as he breathed harshly through his nose, a kiss that landed without thinking on her temple. He knew they had to go, but he could not care. Right now, he was going to hold her. Her heavy relaxed weight against him. her eyes searching for him as he played with the line of her jaw with his thumb.
When the night was deep and dark, he shoved his bedroll next to her. She was already asleep. She did not even touched her dinner. She had not washed so he knew, he was still all around her, inside of her. He could see the exhaustion written on her face. He slept next to her. And somewhere when pale starts stood close to bright ones in the open Texan air, he had the balls to move closer. His hand moved towards her hip, placing it there, gentle, warm, steady, around the curve of her hip and back. She did not pull away. He heard a whisper. His name.
'Bass.' Charlie whispered. She felt the warm wall of his chest, and she knew she could sleep, because he was here. It was intuitive.
Take care of her. John standing before him again the week before they left for Vegas. Take care of her.
'I am going to take you back to Miles now Charlie.'
She hummed something back.
Bass looked at his kid, who had fallen asleep. The wounds and cuts from their training and the ones he did not see but were there because of the truth he told him about Emma and his past. He moved away from Charlie for a while. Walking over to Connor, adjusting his blanket as he ruffled his hair a bit.
He moved back to her, as he heard an owl in the distance.
The corner of his mouth turned into a fast grin, as he realised a little punk named John, had seen it, had made sure he had seen it, as he had been there for Charlie.
So that little punk was not too bad at all.
Realising he could have been fucking dead. He wasn't. Instead, he got to walk away with his kid. Because of the woman that somehow found his life worth saving again. The woman that wanted him with this strangle pull just like he felt.
He moved back behind her, as he took watch through the night. She turned, moved towards him, her eyelashes on her cheeks as he slowly brushed her cheek.
He would take care of her. She already did the same for him.
The End
Authors note Oh I loved all your positive reactions to this story. It made me return here and write a second chapter this week. I hope you liked what happened when Bass realised, through some good old fashioned jealousy, how he felt. How she maybe felt, because of that conversation near the fire with John when Bass learned what he did to her. Vegas is always such an intense place for them, and I wanted to let that play out here between the tents. Thanks for all the reviews everyone, they mean the world!
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