She was still wearing his shirt. That was the first thing he noticed. Then as his eyes explored her, he noticed the puffiness of her eyes, how red her nose was, and how breathless she sounded. Her eyes were filled with longing and relief. Had she missed him just as much as he'd missed her?

Focus, Bass. You have to beat her.

Her hair was surrounding her like a golden waterfall, and he knew that if he didn't see her everyday, his life wasn't worth living.

You're not focusing.

"Come on, Charlie. Let's finish this. Today. Right now."

Charlie walked confidently in front of him, and his eyes marveled at how her hips swayed. He licked his lips. One day he would lavish her hips. Only her hips, until she begged for her release. But right now, he was focused on claiming her for once and for all. She would never leave him again. She stood in a defensive position, a mix between what he'd showed her and what Miles' had showed her. He smirked. She'd just left herself completely defensive on her left side.

"There will be no punching, kicking and shoving," Connor declared loudly, a smirk across his face. Bass glanced at Rachel and Miles who were watching from behind the door screen. "The point is to have your opponent pinned to the ground for 10 seconds or force them to forfeit."

Bass smirked. This was going to be so easy. He saw determination in her eyes. Well, if she thought that he was going to let her win, she was so wrong. He gave her a lopsided smile. He noticed how she faltered. Connor stood rigidly, scrutinizing them both before he yelled, "Begin!"

The lovers encircled each other, each looking for weaknesses. Bass lung for her left side, and she side-stepped him. She attempted to trip him, and he almost smirked. She was being so clumsy. His hand attempted to grip at her leg, but tripped over himself, unsuccessful. He did, however, grasp Charlie around the waist, pulling her down with him. He landed on his back, but the pain wasn't bad. He rolled them over and pinned her body with his. Her arms were still free as well as her legs, but she was incapable of moving.

"Surrender." The tension rose, no longer filled with determination and longing. Instead it was filled with desire. The sexual tension rose increasingly, and somewhere they distantly heard the screeching of a screen door.

Charlie's deep blue eyes met his, and his heart stopped. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist pulling him down onto her. Her arms encircling around his neck, her hand cupping the nape of his neck and pulling him down, her own head lifting to meet his lips with hers. It was soft, gentle, compared to their duel just seconds ago.

"I surrender." To you. The words never left her lips, but he could hear them all the same. He could hear them in the way her legs tightened around him and how gently her fingers toyed with the damp curls on the nape of his neck. He could hear it on the soft air she was breathing on his lips.

"Charlie." His whispered, nuzzling his face against hers. "Charlie, I love you. God, I love you so much."

He could feel wetness pooling in his eyes, but when he felt it against his cheeks, he pulled back. Charlie was there, crying, a beautiful smile lighting his heavy heart and his heart swelled. Her face brightened with the light of the sun. Her eyes sparkled with the tears she was shedding and Bass let out a laugh. He kissed her, their lips met with blissful passion.

"Sebastian Monroe, you have no idea how much I love you."

Bass smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Then, love, why don't you show me."

Back at the house, Rachel and Miles were hugging each other, smiling and Rachel letting a few happy tears fall.

"I knew it. I knew they'd fix it."

Miles laughed. "Of course you did.

Bass felt the urgency within the both of them, the way they were tearing at each others' clothes. He knew what they were both looking for, they wanted skin to skin. The warmth of a naked body pressed against their own. They were feasting on each other, each desperate to make the other moan. Bass' hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, thrumming the nipples with his fingers. His lips slid down her neck, taking her pearled pink nipple into his mouth. Charlie moaned, hands kneading into his hair. Her hand moved down his body, moving in-between them, gripping his member. Bass released her, a groan escaping his lips.

"Charlie..." the words died in his throat as he watched her sink to her knees, a pink tongue snaking out, licking at the crown of his cock. He moaned, head thrown back in ecstasy. His mouth released a hiss as her mouth encircled him, and he lost himself to the pleasure. He was close. Charlie's mouth worked magic on him, teeth grazing his shaft as she took him farther and deeper into her mouth. "Charlie..." Bass gritted his teeth. It was too much. Her hand encircled the base of his shaft, stroking him, fingers working at him furiously to a quick release. His lips parted in a silent scream. His body tightened and his seed spilled into her mouth. She stood up, the movement erotic to him as his body slowly recovered from his release. He kissed her, moving towards the wall. Charlie faced the wall, bending over as she did so, and he took his time gazing at her. She was so beautiful. So fucking beautiful. He eased himself inside of her, moving apathetically as he braced himself on the wall. His lips grazed her ear, caressing it with air blown from his mouth as he reveled at how deep he was inside her, he would need to do this position more often.

"Bass, please..." Damn, so much for taking it slow. His hips ignored his brain, telling her to memorize the feel of each part of her. Instead his hips increased their pace, matching that of a mad man, his hands gripping her hips as she moved them against him. They didn't last very long, and he placed a lingering kiss on her lips.

"Charlie," his voice came out in a possessive growl. "If you ever leave me again, I will fuck you like the rutting savage that I am."

She giggled, turning around and kissing him, pulling back with a grin. "Wouldn't dream of it."