A thousand eyes…
A Revolution fic (No blackout Au): Sebastian (Bass) Monroe/Charlotte (Charlie) Matheson; Charloe.
Charlie is used to the limelight… as a daytime TV weather girl, she is used to being sent all over the world, talking about the weather in Chicago and the US while climbing mountains in Canada, snorkelling in the Bahamas, feeding pelicans in Tasmania, bungee jumping in New Zealand or swinging on a trapeze in Venezuela… Unfortunately, somewhere along the way she had acquired an obsessed and obviously very disturbed admirer. Her boss insists on hiring her a bodyguard, turning to the best in the business, her ex boyfriend and former Marine turned private security operative, Sebastian Monroe…
Rating M
Author's note: Thanks for reading – and for your lovely comments and reviews. I was away for most of last week and this update was seriously delayed - so thanks for hanging in there with me… I hope you all enjoy this chapter – it's in three parts and I'll update each separately. This one is especially for you jenn! Thanks so much for your comments – and the prompt re the bed, and I hope you enjoy … Cheers, Magpie
A thousand eyes - epilogue
Part 1: nothing exploded – but there were fireworks…
It was dark by the time the last ambulance disappeared down the drive and the police finished interviewing everyone…
Jason had gone first as he was the most seriously injured, along with his mother – in handcuffs and with a police escort… Connor had gone next because Bass wanted him to have x rays just to be on the safe side… Penny insisted on going with him in the ambulance and Jeremy had driven in to bring them both home once the doctors had finished… And finally, Tom Neville – who'd woken up fighting everybody and had to be sedated… The PD weren't taking any chances with him this time and he went to hospital in restraints and under guard… Bass had some cuts and bruises but the ambulance officers were satisfied with the work that Scanlon did patching him up and were happy to leave him behind…
Scanlon had left soon after the cops to catch up with his boyfriend, giving Jim a ride home to his wife and kids on the way and Will was planning to go out on his own on the lake to do some fishing at first light and had turned in. He'd grinned at Charlie when he said good night and said he was looking forward to some peace and quiet… Will was currently on his own; his last wife (number three) recently having left saying she loved him but couldn't take sharing him and the house with his extensive collection of knives and his father's butcher's memorabilia so he'd given her the house and moved in with Bass, bringing his collection with him… Bass had let him do it on condition that most of the items were kept in the basement armory…
Miles and Duncan were in the lounge room steadily working their way through a bottle of whiskey from Bass' liquor cabinet and talking up a storm about old times… Duncan was leaning up against Miles on one of the leather couches, and one of his arms was draped round her shoulders… They were loudly comparing the merits of two versus four wheels – a recurring theme – and Bass had just confiscated both their sets of keys once they'd got halfway down the bottle and he'd heard the subject of Porsche versus Ducati come up for the third time…
Charlie and Bass were currently both in the kitchen though and the smell of crispy cheese and ham wafted in tantalizing waves through from the kitchen into the lounge room from the mounting stack of toasted sandwiches… Jeremy had offered to bring back a pile of the dough pies and Cherry turnovers that were the specialties of some of the local cafés, if he could find one open, but Charlie was hungry and they didn't know how long the others would be…
Bass was putting the finishing touches on a bowl of tossed salad but paused for a moment… looking over at her as she whirled round the big, open kitchen; piling the finished toasties onto a serving plate and checking in the cupboards for small plates and cutlery… She was looking flushed and happy, her hair pushed carelessly behind her ears…
Charlie stopped moving, a plate in each hand, a smile curving her lips as she felt his eyes on her…. 'What?'
He wiped his hands on a hand towel, put it down and walked over to her, his face serious…'It feels really good you being here, Charlie…'
She put the plates down on the bench and ran her hands up his arms and round his neck, her eyes softening… 'It feels pretty good to me too, Bass…'
He pulled her in tight and nuzzled his face into the soft angle between her shoulder and her neck… 'What if we take some of these in to Miles and Duncan and take the rest up to my room…I'll get the fire going and we can eat up there…' he kissed his way up the side of her neck…
She shivered and leaned into him, her eyes closing as delicate shudders moved down her arms and back…'Mmm…that sounds nice…' She moved a hand round to check the butterfly dressings on the cut above his eye, Scanlon had done a good job and it looked pretty good but she knew he was still covered in bruises, and his knuckles looked really sore… She looked up at him, concerned…'how are you feeling?'
He shook his head…'I'm ok…but I have to admit it's been a long day and lying down sounds pretty good…' he grinned, then dropped a kiss on her lips… 'At least I got to beat up Tom Neville…' he ran his hands up and then down her back, sliding his fingers under her chain belt and cupping her ass, pulling her against him…'but the best parts by far were spending time with you…' He lifted her up onto the bench and her legs went around his hips, pulling his hardening cock hard up against the tight vee of her jeans covered pussy…
Charlie grinned, her teeth playing with her lower lip and her eyes sparkling… She writhed gently against him…'Ok…can we go now…?'
Bass laughed, the vibration travelling through into her…'Sounds good to me…' he lifted her off the bench, her body sliding down along the front of him, his breath catching as her hand snaked down between their bodies and cupped him, her fingers lightly squeezing… he caught the hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her fingers and sucking gently on the tip of her forefinger, his tongue making little circles on the sensitive tip… 'But if you keep doing that we won't make it out of the kitchen…and I really don't want Miles walking in on us…'
Charlie's eyebrow lifted, her lips curving in one of her wicked smiles…'I'll lay you bets he and Duncan are ready for a room themselves right about now…'
He grinned back 'you're probably right…' he kept hold of her hand and walked them across to the sandwiches, sliding half of them onto another plate and tipping half the salad into another bowl then putting both lots onto two trays along with some smaller plates, napkins and cutlery…. 'There's plenty there for them, and for the others if they can't find anything open…' He took a deep breath… 'You'd better go in first Charlie…'
She looked up…'why?' then her eyes trailed down…her lips twitching… 'Oh, ok…' she took one of the trays, brushing against him as she went, laughing as she heard him groan…
When she walked in to the room, she knew she'd been right… Duncan was sitting with her legs astride Miles, her knees tucked up on either side of his waist, her long, silky dark hair cloaking both their faces, his big hands stroking under her shirt and down over the twin globes of her ass, outlined under her tight jeans…
Charlie grinned as she looked at her friend and her uncle, then she cleared her throat loudly…
Both of them jumped, Miles' hands freezing on Duncan's back, just below her waist…
Duncan kept her knees where they were and simply turned her head towards Charlie… her eyes hazy and her lips kiss-swollen… 'Hey sweetie, thanks, they look great…' she licked her lips…'just leave them on the table on your way out would you?'
Bass was just behind Charlie and she could feel his laughter bubbling up… 'Looks like you were right about these two Charlie…'
Miles lifted his hands, trying to find a gap through Duncan's hair…'Right about what?' he licked his lips, tasting lipstick traces… He started to shuffle up…
Duncan clamped her knees together…'don't you even think of moving, Miles Matheson…' then she winked at Charlie…
Miles brought his hands back down to Duncan's ass, his strong fingers digging in…. making her gasp and shudder on top of him, her head falling forwards, hiding them both in her hair again…
Charlie chuckled and put the tray on the coffee table, next to the nearly empty whiskey bottle…
Bass tipped his head toward the door…'the guest suite is off to the left of the front door guys…' he grinned at Charlie…'when you've had enough of making out on the couch that is…'
Miles leaned around Duncan, his lips curved in a lazy smile… 'Thanks, man…' then he looked from Bass to Charlie and the smile faded, concern in the brown eyes…'are you sure about this, kiddo…? He's a moron but I know he'd stop if you wanted him to…'
Duncan turned her head so she could see Charlie's face, her eyes serious and not drunk at all…
Charlie nodded, and smiled up at Bass…'I'm sure, but thanks…' she felt a surge of affection for both of them…'you two have fun, ok?'
Miles quirked an eyebrow… 'I'd say the same thing but I'm trying really hard not to think about what your folks are going to say about all this…' he took a deep breath in…'that is if they ever find out, which they won't if I have anything to do with it…' his eyes crinkled at the corners…'Charlie, don't you dare tell her but your mom scares the crap out of me…'
Duncan frowned down at him…'hey…I thought I scared the crap out of you…'
He pulled her down towards him and kissed her… 'You do, D, but in a good way, not a Rachael way…'
She drew back and smiled…'that's alright then…' she waved a hand towards Charlie and Bass, shooing them… 'Go away you two, have fun, we'll find the guest room…' she looked at Miles, who did the eyebrow thing again… she nodded and turned back to Bass…'oh, we need our keys back, Bass…I'm going to show Miles what it's like to see my tail lights pulling away in front of him on the highway…'
Miles narrowed his eyes…'in your dreams D…'
Bass caught Charlie's eye, smiled at her and started walking for the stairs, 'you'll get your keys back in the morning when we've all had some sleep…' he called back, balancing the tray on one arm and reaching back for Charlie's hand… 'Oh, and leave the porch light on would you? Jeremy always forgets to put batteries in his flashlight…'
Miles' voice came floating after them… 'Since when did you become Mr. fucking mother hen…?'
Charlie looked up at Bass, her eyes twinkling…
He grinned down at her, ignoring Miles, and shrugged, flushing a little… 'Well, someone's got to look after all these morons…'
She wound her arm around his waist and hugged him, careful not to bump the tray…
When they got to the top landing, Bass balanced the tray on one hip and opened a door leading to another flight of stairs… He turned on a light switch and wall sconces went on all the way up a steep, stone tunnel…
Charlie went up first, holding onto the carved wooden rail and when she got to the top she walked out onto a flagstone floor and stopped for a moment, her eyes wide with amazement…
Bass emerged from the stairwell, turned a switch lighting up an ornate chandelier that hung from the peaked ceiling, dimming it to a soft glow and joined her, leaning down to put the tray on a heavy wooden hall table and sliding his arms around her from behind, pulling her back against his hard muscled warmth…
Charlie turned her face up to him, lips curved in a smile and her eyes sparkling…'Bass, this is wonderful, I love it…'
The room was huge and roughly hexagonal, picture windows taking up most of the walls with a big fireplace on one side, wood piled up next to it in a metal bin… There was an enormous sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace and a king size bed behind that, piled with pillows and cushions in shades of cream, bronze and gold… A paneled door, left ajar, led off into a sunken bathroom and wooden furniture – shelf units and cupboards, crammed bookshelves and blanket chests and a couple of comfy leather armchairs were scattered around the room giving the room a luxurious, masculine and welcoming feel… The windows were framed by heavy linen curtains tied back with leather and through the glass Charlie could see the moon and the gentle phosphorescence of the waves as they broke along the lake shores in the distance…
Bass sighed and pressed a kiss against her cheek and she leaned back against him… 'This is my favorite room in the house…' he pointed a finger at a set of French doors…'there's a balcony outside where we can have breakfast if you like; there's a view you won't believe…' he slid his hands down to hers, lacing their fingers together then letting her go…'I'm just going to make up the fire, the nights get pretty cool here…' he grinned…'and I love a campfire…'
Charlie sank down onto the soft sheepskin, running her fingers through the thick fleece and watched him as he laid kindling and logs in the grate, the flames catching quickly, the bright, flickering light catching shiny surfaces all round the room and sending little waves of comfortable warmth onto her skin…The light caught Bass' classic profile, outlining his curls and scruff, playing over his muscular form, his long, strong legs; the elegant fingers placing logs just so, the concentration in his eyes… Charlie felt a lump in her throat and suddenly her eyes filled with tears and she didn't know why…
He turned to her, his eyes dark, shadowed, with little glints of blue that drew her gaze like magnets… 'Charlie, what is it? What's wrong?' he put the log down that he was holding and crawled over to her…
She shook her head, bright drops hanging on her lashes… 'I don't know… it's nothing, Bass…'
He sat next to her and gathered her against him, holding her tight…'Hey, give yourself a break…it's been a rough couple of days, and like I said before, you've been shot at, things have exploded, and hell, you just had to watch Miles and Duncan smooching…'
She choked off a laugh, sniffing, leaning back against him…'God that was awful…I'll have to wipe my brain…'
Bass shuffled round so he could look straight at her, his eyes very serious…'Charlie, what Miles said downstairs, it's true…if you want out of this, you just have to say so' He turned his head away…'I know I can be a bit intense, especially when I really want something…'
Charlie looked down…'and you really want me? I mean, you're amazing, you do all these incredible things… you're gorgeous… and I'm just… me…'
He turned back to her…'Charlie, you came into my life and things got brighter…' he held her eyes with his own…'you're smart and beautiful and brave and loyal, you jump headlong into life and love and you're probably way too young for me but I want to share whatever part of your life you are happy to give me…' The look in his eyes was so intense that she shivered…
She took a deep shuddering breath…'so, we'll just see how we get on together then?' then her lips twitched…'and have lots of sex?'
His laugh rang out... 'God yes… we can have as much as you like…' he leaned forward and kissed her, his lips warm and firm on hers… he pulled back a tiny bit, his breath warm and sweet on her face… 'Do you want to have some now?'
Charlie looked at the bed…'it is a lovely bed…' she slanted a look at him, her eyes still bright but her lips curved in her wicked smile…'and we haven't had bed sex yet…'
He stood up in one smooth movement and held a hand down to her, his eyes a laughing, shining blue…'
She put her hand in his and he pulled her up, swinging his other hand under her knees and lifting her up into his arms, taking her over to the bed and setting her down on the edge. Then he knelt down in front of her, between her knees and began to undo the buckles of her boots…
The covers were smooth and cool under her fingertips as she felt him slide her boots off her feet, one at a time. She put a hand out and smoothed it through the tight curls on his head, feeling the shape of his head beneath, the smooth skin of forehead and brow, carefully going around the wound there… She felt him take off her socks, rubbing her feet and making her sigh with pleasure as his fingers hit just the right spots on her heel and the soft fleshy pads under her toes…
Then he smoothed the sleeves of her jacket down, over her arms and off…then her tank and when that was off he paused, just looking at her, brushing the long strands of her hair back over her shoulders… his body wide and strong between her legs…
She leaned forward so that she could kiss him and so he could reach to undo her bra…his fingers sliding the straps down over her shoulders, his lips trailing down over the slender bones of her throat and shoulders, down to the swells of her breasts…his hands behind her back now, the fingers busy, the bra undone and off, leaving her bare… she felt his breath catch as he looked down at her…
He leaned forward, his hands spreading over her back, holding her in place. Then his lips circled one of her nipples, enclosing it with a warm supple suckling that sent a shock of sensation rippling down through her centre to her clit, her own breath catching and her eyes fluttering closed as his lips and tongue and teeth worked first one nipple then the other… Then she felt a shock of cool air as he blew on them gently… making the flesh around her nipples pucker, she gasped and he kissed her, taking the gasp into himself…
His hands slid over and away from her and he reached down and pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it on the floor beside the bed, then coming back to her, pulling her against him, warm flesh to warm flesh, his skin smooth on hers, her arms on his shoulders, his hands stroking her hair…
Then he rose up until he was above her, lifting her legs up onto the bed, laying her back against the soft cushions and then he was on the bed next to her, leaning on his side, his weight against her a delicious pressure on her skin… his hand slid down over her breasts and down to the clasp of her jeans, his fingers sliding down underneath, between the jeans and her skin, his fingers slipping down through her wet folds and pulling the material even tighter round her waist and ass… he laughed low, his eyes hazy and a deep, deep blue…'Fuck…do you have any idea how good that feels, Charlie…'
She arched her back then rolled her hips up so that he could reach more of her… 'I know how good it feels for me…'
He slid his hand further down, his wrist pulling the fabric tighter against her skin, arching her back up further, his hand cupping her whole pussy, his two middle fingers sliding inside her and out again, his thumb rubbing her clit as they did, in and out, in and out…. Then he pulled his hand out, undoing the button and sliding the zip down then bringing his fingers to his lips, breathing in her scent…
Charlie was in a daze of sensation…she reached down and wriggled her jeans down over her hips, so that he could reach her more easily, her chain belt staying behind…
Bass ran his fingers over the belt, working the chain loops down so that they framed the fleshy lips of her pussy... then he slid down the bed, leaned over and worked his tongue in between the loops, circling her clit and moving the links over the sensitive bud until she gasped, her breath coming faster and her belly tightening, her hips moving in little jerks… then he separated her lips with his fingers and worked her with his lips and tongue, his teeth gently brushing the little ridge of her clit until he felt her climax coming…then he rode her through it, her hands in his hair, his tongue fucking her gently, his lips soft and hard on her at the same time…
She was panting as she looked down at his face between her legs; his lips wet from her juices… his eyes hot and hungry for more… and she knew hers were the same…'Bass…please?'
He smiled and slid back off the bed, pulling her jeans off as he went… then he stood up and undid his own pants, letting them fall to the ground, his cock springing out, beautifully hard…
Charlie swung up, kneeling on the bed and shuffling forwards towards him… her belt swinging on her hips, the cool touch of the metal feeling good on the sensitized skin of her belly and ass. She reached him and stroked her hands up the hair roughened skin of his thighs, up over his taut belly, going gently over the bruises left by Tom Neville… following her hands with her lips, kissing her way up and then down again, stroking her hands round to his ass and spreading her fingers out over the tight globes...
She knelt in front of him and ran her tongue over her lips, looking up at his eyes, they were riveted on her face, his breath coming fast, his cock thick and hard and velvety in front of her, his balls hanging neatly in their nest of hair just below… she leaned forward and rubbed her cheek along the length of his cock, it felt warm, the smooth, velvety skin moving over the hardness underneath… He gasped and she smiled, gently running her fingers over his balls and up over his shaft… She turned and kissed her way up to the rounded heavy head, her lips opening wide to take him in, her tongue swirling over the smooth flesh…
He sucked in a breath…'Fuck, Charlie…' his hips moved gently back and forward and his hands moved to her head, his fingers stroking her hair in a rhythm with her mouth on him… He swallowed, his eyes closing then flicking down to her…'I'm not going to last long tonight if you keep doing that…'
She pulled back; licking her lips and leaning back on her heels, her hands gently kneading the cheeks of his ass…and she looked up at him, her eyes glowing with mischief…'I'll stop then, because I want you for a while longer…'
He laughed and leaned over the bed…'Scoot back up, Charlie…'
She untucked her legs and wriggled back up the bed, Bass following her up until he was positioned over her, his lips close to hers, his body heavy and his cock a hard promise between her legs… He smiled down at her then lifted her legs up so that her knees draped over his shoulders, her body open to him, his arms holding the weight of both of them… then he moved one hand down and she felt him moving his cock through her wet folds, teasing them both by sweeping the head over her clit then back down…
She crossed her ankles behind his neck, her body hanging like ripe fruit in front of him… she was so ready for him that her clit was pulsing and her belly tight in anticipation…
Then his eyes seemed to light up as he finally, finally surged into her, spreading her out around his hard length, her hands clutching at his arms in a spasm of pleasure, her mouth open in a gasp that he covered with his own, his lips caressing hers as he plunged into her again and again until she shuddered under him, her pussy milking him as she came harder than before…feeling him coming too… Their panting breaths mingling at the same time as the juices of their bodies…
Her legs fell like boneless things and draped themselves in the curve of his body as Bass lay alongside her on the soft as a dream bed…
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When she had breath to speak, Charlie looked up at Bass… he was gazing down at her, his eyes soft… a hand gently running down her arm and over the lovely curve of her hip, the chain belt draping itself over her skin like something from a story… his fingers playing with the rings…
She smiled and brought her own hand up to cup his face, her fingers tracing the now wonderfully familiar lines of jaw and cheekbone… 'Well, we had bed sex and nothing exploded…'
He laughed softly…'no, but I think I saw fireworks…'
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AN: Hi, and thanks for reading and sticking with this story I'm so glad that Bass and Charlie got to bed at last Lol! There are two more parts to this epilogue though and I'll have the next one posted soon… I'm being a bit indulgent but I'm enjoying tying up all the loose ends to this story… so I hope you'll forgive me, all the best and hope to see you at part 2, Magpie