A/N: As promised, here is some more Charloe. – The long awaited gratuitous sex scene, if you will. I did up the rating to mature just to be on the safe side, because this chapter is basically a lot of smut with some fluff towards the end. I tried to be as tactful as I could. Sorry, I guess I've just ready to many trashy novels in my time. Enjoy!

It had been hours since Rachel left. He had spent those hours wandering the cellar aimlessly, replaying in his head all of those dark moments in his life that always rose up when he was alone: a few of the more horrific moments in Iraq; the night in the cemetery he'd almost ended his life; the day 'Bass' had died along with his wife and child; the night Miles tried to kill him; the night in the tower; the night of confrontation with Miles and execution; and of course, that last night in Puesta del Sol. One by one, they rose to the surface of his consciousness to haunt him, before ebbing back down into his mind to give rise to the next dark memory, where they would lurk, waiting for the perfect moment to rise and attack him once more.

He was sitting in the corner, reliving each crack of that whip, each cheer from the crowd below. He could practically see the looks of madness and bloodlust on the faces of his "audience" when Charlie came down the stairs. Her approach ripped him from his current reverie. He stood when she'd reached the bottom stair, and walked towards her.

Between his encounters with her family that day and his own memories, his nerves were frayed and raw. Maybe that's why he said what he did as he approached her. Maybe it was just because sometimes, his mouth did not seem to be connected to his brain. In truth, there were moments in his life where he had no idea why something he said came out of his mouth. This was apparently one of those moments. "Just when I thought I had my fill of Mathesons for one day."

She simply stared up at him for a moment, looking as if he'd just slapped her. She slowly turned back towards the stairs.

What are you stupid? Why would you say that? He thought to himself. "Charlie, wait!" He called after her. She stopped at the base of the stairs, and turned back to him, not speaking.

"I'm sorry I just..." The words died on his lips. You just what, Moron? He didn't even know.

"Fuck it," He blurted out and grabbed her, pulling her to him. Hurt, she struggled for a moment, as his lips crashed down on hers. She gasped at the meeting of their lips, giving him an opening to thrust his tongue inside and taste her. Whereas the night, before his kisses were gentle and slow, this was a passionate onslaught. This was desire and rage and utter frustration. Lost, she kissed him back as he placed his hands under her, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he slowly backed her up towards the wall, so she could support her back on it. He broke from her mouth and kissed down the side of her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her. One hand remained holding her up while the other roamed, sliding down her neck and side to the hem of her tank top and slid his hand under. His hand cupped her breast and she arched back to push herself into his hand further. His lips found hers again and he groaned as her legs tightened around him. She ground down on him as best he could while being suspended there up against the wall. She could feel him hardening through his pants and it made her feel powerful to know the effect she had on him.

Slowly he let her slide down to the ground and he led her over to the bedroll. He pulled her down onto it with him and he rolled over to her. Before she could think he'd caught her mouth again. She reached up and tangled her fingers in his curls, pulling his mouth closer. He abruptly broke off their kiss and pulled her tank top off. His mouth trailed down to where the tops of her breasts rose above the material of her bra. This time when she arched her back he reached undue her and deftly unhooked her bra. He cupped one exposed breast. His hand was heavily calloused from years of wielding the sword. The roughness teased her nipple as he massaged her. He places light teasing kisses on her other breast. She moaned in exasperation. He laughed quietly at her frustration as he moved to draw her other nipple into his mouth. He worked her breasts like this, switching sides, unrelenting as she moaned and whimpered beneath him. Her hands went to his chest and she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. He broke away from her long enough to remove it himself and then lowered his mouth to hers, drawing her once more into an erotic kiss.

"I want..." She moaned into his mouth.

"Tell me what you want, Charlie," he panted back.

She reached down and slid a finger into the waistband of his pants. She ran her finger along, just inside his pants along his waist. When she reached the middle, she felt the tip of him. He was hard as a rock he groaned at the contact. She pulled her finger out and tore at the button of his jeans and unzipped them. She freed his erection and wrapped her hands around it. He flexed his hips and thrust himself into her hand.

"I want this. I want you. Now."

He closed his eyes for a minute, and simply enjoyed the feel of her hand stroking him. He opened his eyes and stared into hers for a second.

"Not yet," he said with a wicked grin. He reached down and pulled down her pants he took her panties down with them. He didn't stop until they were down at her ankles, where he stopped to remove her boots and pull the garments off of her completely, leaving her fully nude in front of her. He spread her legs before him and slid up to her.

"Close your eyes," he instructed her. She was rewarded for her compliance with him thrusting his tongue inside her. She bit her lip and fought off the urge to cry out at the sensation.

Her hands flew to his head and she pulled his hair a she writhed beneath him. His thumb gently stroked her clit as he tasted her. He could tell she was building up.

"I'm going to..."

"Oh no, you don't. Not Yet." He wanted to draw it out for her, wanted to feel her around him when she went.

He pulled away from her and he moaned in frustration once more. He stopped to take off his boots, fumbling with the laces and kicked away his jeans. He slowly kissed and licked his way up her body, starting at her hip, working his way up her belly. He lingered at her breasts for a moment before kissing up her chest and neck. He kissed her then and she could taste herself on his tongue.

The tip of his erection pressed up against her. She needed him and couldn't stand it. "Please..."

"Charlie, look at me," he commanded her. She opened her eyes and stared into his. She could see the desire and longing in his eyes and knew hers matched. He searched her face for permission to continue. She knew what he was silently asking and nodded slightly. Staring into her eyes he thrust into her. He simply lay there a moment, giving her a moment to stretch around him and adjust to his size. He could tell she was on the brink of shattering. He lowered his mouth to hers and began to move inside her, pulling himself almost all of the way out before thrusting back in again swiftly. On the fourth trust she came apart around him. His lips on hers muted her cries, and he felt her clamp down around him. He held still a moment, fighting to maintain control over himself.

When the waves of spasms slowed he began on move again in a steady rhythm. He kissed down her neck and took a sensitive nipple in his mouth again, teasing her back into a fevered arousal. Her release built back up slowly into a white hot need, as he increased the pace of his thrusts. One of his hands gripped her hip as the other found her hand ad latched on. She knew that he was losing his struggle to keep in control. "Don't stop," She moaned.

"I'm going to have to in a second. Charlie, I'm going to -"

She knew he was close but she was almost there, "Sebastian"

He opened his eyes and stared down at her at the sound of his name on her lips. "Come with me" she told him. The suggestion was ludicrous to be sure, but he couldn't bring himself to listen to his inner voice of reason. He lost his struggle and control of himself. He increased the speed of his thrusts as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. She squeezed his hand as he took her higher, her free hand wrapped at the base of his neck as the fingers of his dug into her hip. She broke off their kiss and buried her face in his neck o muffle her scream as she shattered again. He rapidly thrust into her twice more and then called her name into her shoulder as he emptied himself into her.

They both laid there panting, foreheads pressed together. He lost track of time. Eventually he moved to lay on his side to avoid crushing her under his weight. She turned to face him, their legs still tangled. He gently brushed her cheek and pulled her into a slow kiss. Eventually she curled into him, tucking her head under his chin, and they drifted off.

He wasn't sure how long they'd slept but the chill in the air eventually caused her to shiver, waking him up. He woke her gently.

"Hey, Charlie. Rise and shine."

Her eyes fluttered open and she offered him a lazy smile.

"Hello there," she said sleepily.

"Time to get up. You're freezing."

"What time is it?"

"Not sure. Must have left my watch in my other storm cellar," he said wryly.

She rolled her eyes at that as she sat up. She got up to search for her clothes as he propped himself up to watch her.

She came across his pants first.

"I hope you're enjoying the show," she said innocently, right before she threw his pants at him, hitting Monroe right in the face. He laughed as he pulled them away and stood up, grinning at her. It felt good, he reflected, putting his jeans back on. Just being here with her, no one trying to kill them was nice for a change. He sat back down, holding his shirt and watched her again.

She had finally found her clothes and was getting dressed. She sat down next to him while she fastened her boots. He kissed her on the shoulder, noticing the goose bumps that had formed. She was still cold. He placed his shirt over her shoulders while she finished. When she was done, they stood their quietly for a minute, just looking into each other's eyes. Her gaze dropped to his chest, and she noticed the cloth wrapping had come undone slightly. She carefully unwound it and wrapped him back up. When she was done, he pulled her into his arms to kiss her one last time before she left.

The door suddenly opened, and that was how Miles found them - Charlie, with Monroe's shirt draped over her bare shoulders and her arms wrapped around his waist. Monroe, with his hands on her hair ad his mouth covering hers.

"Oh for God's sake!" They looked up at Miles and dropped their hands to their sides. Looking at each other guiltily, they each took a step back from one another before looking at Miles again.

"Miles, I -" Monroe began, but Charlie interrupted him. She knew the best way to stop him from shooting Monroe at that moment was to not act guilty and put him on the defensive.

"Damn miles, don't you knock?"

Monroe had to choke on his laughter and her ridiculous question. She really was something. She gave Monroe a meaningful look before she climbed the stairs and disappeared.

"Oh Bass, I am so going to kill you," Miles muttered, before taking the stairs two at a time to follow Charlie. Monroe heard Miles start to raise his voice when he heard a loud thunk followed by the sound of a sword being drawn. Instinct sent him towards the stairs to protect her. He was standing in the way when Miles came hurling down the stairs, knocking Monroe to the ground, right on his back.

He let out an almost unmanly yelp as his back exploded in pain. She climbed down the first few stairs, holding miles' sword just as he and Miles started to gain their feet.

"You okay?" She asked.

Miles started to reply "yes, no thanks -"

"I wasn't talking to you. You've got a hard head. I'm sure you'll be fine."

"I'm alright," Monroe answered her.

"Good. Oh, almost forgot." She tossed his shirt down to him.

Miles finally spoke up. "Charlie, have you lost your mind?"

"Nope. You are not going to kill him. You're not going to hurt him. When it comes to each other you act like you're children. Work it out."

She tossed down the bag of supplies she'd left next to the door when she'd come earlier. "Oh, and you'll need to play nurse and change his bandages later."

She backed up the stairs in case Miles decided to retaliate, and locked them in together. "Charlie, this isn't funny!" Miles called after her.

Monroe started to laugh then. "Suckered you from behind huh?"

"Shut up," Miles snapped. He sank to the ground, determined to pout. Monroe kicked his bedroll over to the wall furthest from miles and sank down on it. "What, not going to share?"

"Hey, get your own blankets. I have seniority down here," Monroe snickered.

With an irritated sigh Mile reached into his pocket to fish for a flask. He'd stolen one from Gene to replace the one he'd "lost" earlier in the day. "Oh come on!"

Charlie's face appeared in the window grate above him. "Yep, that's right. I lifted your whiskey. Now you two play nice. I'm getting cold and am going to go get some sleep. I've had a thoroughly exhausting evening," she winked at Monroe when she said that. It was probably a good thing she was in the window above Miles, where he couldn't really see her. If he'd seen the expression on her face, Miles would probably kill him anyways.

Bass reached into his pants pocket and produced the flask he'd taken off of Miles earlier that day, wishing he'd rationed it a bit better. He grinned at Miles before taking a nice long drink.

He tossed the flask to Miles. Miles went to take a drink when he realized it was now empty. "You're a dick."

Miles threw the flask as hard as he could from his position. "Yes. Yes I am," Monroe said as he batted it away before it hit him in the head.