Hey everybody, time for chapter 21 already! A thank you, with a smile, for all your kind & amazing reviews, for my last chapter, when Charlie and Bass got closer than ever. It was a joy to write. I simply adore hearing from all of you! Today, chapter 21! It is a long chapter, like always, in two parts: more healing for Bass (and for Miles for that matter), and well...a lot of hot stuff between Charlie and Bass.
I still...yes...you know by now, what this disclaimer is about...do not own Revolution, just a daydream of what could have happened too. :)
Bass gestured to the guy behind the bar he needed a refill.
It had been almost a month since the night Charlie had surrendered herself in his arms and he found herself in hers on her couch. Almost a month to the day where some things were finally in the open, almost of month to the night they were able to ask each other the hard questions that had to be asked. It had been the day he heard the words he never thought he would hear from Charlie. She had wanted him, he had her, all of her.
There had been more hunger, more lust, more want and need for each other. Of course there had also been more of the past that came back to haunt them in memories and nightmares. There had been friendly and not so friendly bantering, some heated discussions and accusations about his huge ego and her infuriating stubbornness but intense make up sex was never far behind. To be honest, there was no other version of Charlie he wanted more. And hell, make up sex with Charlie was something he never would object to. Any kind of sex with her was something he never would object to for that matter.
It had been a slow night at the little town bar, and he was just about to call it a night when he heard how somebody walked into the bar and sat down on the barstool next to him. Bass didn't have to look to know who it was. He would know him anywhere, he would recognise that step everywhere. After decades of brotherhood, he doubted that would ever change. Miles.
'I'll have one of whatever this moron is drinking,' Miles nodded in Bass' direction.
They had not been speaking to each other, other than on their days at work. It was strictly business between them. Bass had not been sure what to make off it. He had expected Miles to go for another round of beating the crap out of him, but there had been something about his brother's behaviour that had been unexpected.
Miles had watched Bass through the open doors before he had the balls to actually walk in. He knew Bass well enough to know where to find him at this time of the day. The bar was always a good guess although lately, he hadn't seen that much of Bass in here late at night. Yeah, his brother and the ladies. Some things would never change.
It had been weeks since their fight in his backyard. Weeks since Bass had told him about whatever the hell had happened in Philly. First there had been complete and utter rage, there had been punches and a deep desire to kill him, but when Charlie had walked in the anger had slowly lost it to her honest words. The anger had lost it slowly to the complete devastation on Bass' face when they stood in front of each other, both their faces to hell and burning with cuts and quickly forming bruises. The anger had slowly lost it to something on Rachel's face he could not place yet but that had made him doubt her accusations about Bass forcing her that night.
Miles knew Charlie's perspective on Bass had indeed changed, he had seen it happening from the moment she had offered to break him out of the jail cell right before his fake execution. He just did not realise her feelings were this strong. Then again, this was his stubborn niece. She fought for what she believed in. And apparently she believed in Bass when it came to this. Not that be blamed her. He could strangle Bass from times to times, what the hell, most of the time, but he was and always would stay his brother.
After Charlie had left him and Rachel behind, he had stared at the wooden logs in front of him for a long time. The loathing between Rachel and Bass was visible, even to him. It had felt too damn personal. The thought of her with his best friend made him want a drink his way through a bottle. Or two. Neither he or Rachel got any sleep that night.
There had been silence. Avoidance. Yelling. More silence. Accusations. And finally the truth.
The truth about that night, a night she wished she could take back. Miles could see her finally break in front of him, her back almost turned to him, but a the part of her face he could see was tensed, leaving deep lines behind in her face. Her hand had been nervously going through a lock of her hair.
It had almost been sunset when she finally was able to admit that no matter what damage had Bass caused, and hell, what damage he himself caused her for that matter too, it had been a night with both of their consent. He couldn't believe she would go this far, accusing Bass of rape, when she had a part in this too.
It had been a rocky couple of weeks since then. He had spoken to Charlie every now and then, although he had always made sure she had been okay. He knew they had to talk, he just wished it wasn't so damn hard. He knew her and Rachel hadn't shared any words since that day everything went to complete chaos.
He knew Charlie had been right. The echo of her words about Ben and his relationship with Rachel had been going through the back of his mind the last few weeks. Their start was one of stealing time together, of motel rooms, when there should have been loyalty to Ben. He had been a coward. And here they were, still a messed up pair, but damn, he loved Rachel. He just didn't know how to work the hell through this.
So after the truth, there had been more silence. Miles knew he had to go talk to Bass, but the Matheson stubbornness had gotten in the way. But tonight, he found himself walking into the bar instead of passing it on his way. Tonight he sat next to Bass in bar, like they had done countless times before throughout the years.
' Well, this is not awkward at all,' Miles looked straight ahead, drink in his hands.
'You're not wrong about that.' Bass' voice was deep.
Bass took another shot. His lips pressed in a thin line afterwards. More silence.
'It should have never happened Miles.'
He turned and watched Miles. He was still looking straight ahead, eyes fixed on the assortment of bottles at the shelves in front of him, at the other side of the bar.
'Miles, I'm sorry man.' Emotions were clearly running through his voice. He pulled his hand over his face. Pulled his hand through his dark curls. Bass realised that he said everything he could have said the last time he saw Miles. Regret was what left behind.
'I know Bass.' Miles glanced at him for a second. 'I know.' It was the truth.
'Rachel finally told me the what really happened. Although I might have realised before, when she was standing out there on the porch.'
Bass had expected a lot of things, but this was the very last one. Neither of the two man wanted to discuss the details of that night for their own reasons. But for Miles to believe him, to sit here next to him, giving him a change, meant more to him than he ever could express in words.
'Think after what Charlie said, Rachel finally realised there was no other option then the truth. That, or losing her.' There was a sad undertone in Miles' voice.
He had seen it before, the tension and conflict between Rachel and Charlie. He still cursed himself for letting her go when she walked out of Willoughby after he had watched her spending months trying desperately to reach her mother, to reach her and tell her she was still here, when he had brought them back to Gene. Rachel had been too far gone to reach out, consumed in her own world of grieve and guilt.
'That girl is one hell of force to be reckoned with.' A fond smile formed around his lips, when Miles talked and thought about Charlie. 'Still a total pain in the ass though,' he added with his trademark sarcasm.
'And again, you are not wrong about that one either,' Bass felt a smile creeping around his mouth. Wishing Miles would not read too much in it.
Miles did notice, and he knew Bass would never let it show, but he knew Bass had developed some bound with his niece. He had known that she was save with him not long after she had come back with him, or else he would never had let her go with team Monroe to Vegas.
He also knew that Charlie was one of the few persons who never kept her opinion for herself when it came to Bass, she had never been afraid to be in his face. Somehow his brother had accepted that. He knew Rachel hated every part of it, but he never had doubted Charlie's safety when it came to Bass. Bass still had a dark side those months on the road, but he never lashed out at Charlie, no matter what. Miles knew that.
His thoughts went back to the night when he had shut Bass' out, neutralising the mustard gas with Rachel, double crossing his brother. Listening to Charlie's world that Bass had indeed came through for her. Finding out what she had to go through in that bar with those monsters still made him fill with rage.
Miles still stood behind his choice that he had to stop Bass' dark intentions, but he was ready to admit to himself now that it might have been personal crap that had fuelled his actions that night.
More words needed to be said.
'Charlie seems to have a strong opinion about you, Bass. Back at that abandoned gas station with that whole mustard gas crap she had your back. I still think you went too far there Bass, but you were right. I let the personal crap come between us.'
This time Bass stared at a point across from him. He remembered the darkness that drove him to want to destroy a whole town, but he also remembered how damn much it had hurt for his brother to betray him like that. Even though he understood now why Miles had to stop him. He could see a flash of Rachel's face in the doorway behind Miles, the look on her face still made his blood boil. He had known it had been personal, but there was no way in hell it had been the time to talk to Miles and tell him why. It had tore him apart to walk away from Charlie, he had not been able to look at her.
'I did not make the right call there.' Miles paused, staring at his drink in his hand, 'It shouldn't have happened.' He finished his drink.
' I'm Sorry.'
Bass could only nod. Some other darkness had been lifted, while he had listened to his brothers words. He had to swallow something away in his throat that was not even there. Both man took another gulp from their whiskey.
When the bartender filled his glass for the third time, Miles exchanged a look with Bass and waved his hand at the bartender.
'Oh what the hell, just leave the whole bottle.'
One look from Miles told Bass enough. The tone in Miles voice told him enough. There was a chance they would find a way through this giant mess. So they sat there, although they did not talk very much.
Two old friends, two brothers. Dark hair, blonde curls. Side by side. So very different, so very much the same, their lives so very intertwined. Like it had always been.
They shared the whiskey. And there was one thought pounding through the rest that warmed Bass more than the whole bottle of whiskey in front of him ever could.
He might have not lost his brother after all.
Charlie did not know how he managed to, but there was something about Bass that made her body spin and at the same time she felt more secure with him than ever when it was his skin on hers, when it was his tongue that battled with hers, when it was his hard body against the curves of hers.
She had not planned what happened next that night, she had never done this with any other man before. But it just happened.
Sharing a bottle had turned into one of their rituals, and tonight she had shared another bottle with Bass at his place when teasing looks had turned into teasing kisses, teasing hands everywhere and Bass dragging Charlie to his bedroom with a deep grunt that made Charlie smile against his lips.
He almost reached the bed, images were flashing through his head of a very naked Charlie under him, when Charlie stopped him and shoved him in a chair close to his bed with a firm push.
'What the hell Charlie?' He grunted in surprise.
Charlie was leaning over him, her hands on each side of him, when they were resting on the armrests of the low chair. She was well aware that Bass had some troubles keeping his eyes from going to the curves of her breasts under her tank top.
'Remember when you made one of your presumptuous remarks on the road?'
'I'm afraid you have to be more specific than that, Charlotte,' A smirk grin forming on his face. Charlie could not help but smile and still roll her eyes at him at the same time.
'Couple of days before we raided that other patriot camp by that lake?' She raised an eyebrow at him.
There was a smirk on his face when Bass remembered what she was talking about. The memory of that night finding its way back to him.
He had just taken a much needed dive in a nearby lake, to cool off after yet another frustrating discussion with Miles, Rachel and the old man over their course of action and get the sweat, dirt and blood from the past days of his skin. Apparently this was turning into some kind of twisted family trip to a messed up patriot Disneyworld. Fuck. In order to win this, it had to be him and Miles. Didn't his brother see they were losing?
He also had needed to jump into the cool water to get rid of some very inappropriate thoughts about Charlie when he had seen her fight her way through yet another day of fighting those kaki's son of bitches . Seemed like that was all he doing these days.
Fighting them and fighting and shoving those thoughts about her out of his head.
It was only a small camp this time, but the battle had been a hard one anyway. Fucking patriots messed with those kids mind, turning them into human weapons. But he knew they had no choice. When it was him or them, he would always chose whatever the hell had to happen to survive. To protect the things he cared about.
To his surprise Charlie had followed him into those fights, no questions asked. Although they weren't on any speaking terms since Vegas, and things had changed, again, she seemed to silently agree with his decision. Although he knew Rachel had given her hell about it. It did not make her change her mind.
His mind had been in complete battle mode, but he knew exactly when she had been close, what her position had been.
It had been the first time he had seen her make her own decisions, not waiting for Miles, not listening to her bitch mother who had been whining about doing the right thing. He had seen Charlie slowly changing in front of him and damn, it made his respect for this girl grow by the day.
Her willingness to fight, to never back down had been one hell of a turn on from day one. In her fighting style, in which he could see so much of Miles, but also so much of her, he slowly got to recognise a little bit of himself too. So she had not been wanting to listen to anything he might had to teach her, she obviously had been paying attention. He couldn't help but feel some pride.
Her skin wet with sweat, adrenaline in her eyes, the fierce look of determination when she took on another patriot and come out a on top of things. It made him, on more than one occasion, want to slam into her with everything he had, his body filled with adrenaline, her curves under his body, the weight of her breasts in his hands, up to the point where she would scream his name from her lips. And when he had locked eyes with her, like they did so many times, it had started to feel almost natural, he wasn't sure if he did not see exactly that same desire in her eyes.
They had run into each other, when he had gotten out of the lake that night, clear sky, stars above them, on his way back to camp. Drops of water still running over his chest and back, wet curls, his shirt in his hands, his pants low around his hips. He had seen her before she had seen him, and right before their eyes met, he had felt her eyes going over his chest for one quick second with something in her eyes that almost made his cock twist in his pants.
He had always been pretty damn sure that he was very much the fuck alone in his forbidden want for her, but that second, that look in her eyes had made him doubt himself. That was however before he had told himself to get a damn grip. But he had not been able to resist to screw with her mind.
'Like what you see Charlotte?' He had moved close to her personal place. 'Maybe something to think about when you have trouble sleeping tonight?' There was a deep mocking tone in his voice.
He had watched how she crossed her arms before her chest, when her eyes pierced into his.
'Go to hell Monroe,' he had watched her walk away from him just a little bit too fast, a grin spreading around his face.
The memory slowly faded. His grin had not.
'What about that night Charlie?' Bass leaned into the chair. He watched Charlie when she came closes to his ear, wide blue eyes looking into his. He had to place his boots more firmly on the ground, when he let himself sink more into the chair. There was a lot of Charlie in the room all of a sudden. Fuck, he loved her like this, seeing this new side of her. There had not been a lot of woman who ever dared to play with him like this. When he tought of it, no woman ever did.
'I did think about you, that night. I thought about the water dripping from your chest, the bulge in your pants when you stood before me.'
Damn it, so she had noticed his hardening cock that night.
Charlie could remember him so very clear.
Pale moonlight, rock hard abs, strong muscled arms, water dripping from his skin. His shirt in his hand. The intensity of his gaze, the challenge in his eyes. The line of hairs just above the waistband of his jeans. His erection clearly starting to show through his pants.
It had only been a second when she had forced herself to look him in the eyes and throw all those thoughts about the smug bastard in front of her out of her mind, but apparently it had been enough for her mind to take in as much details as it could. It had awoken a deep lust inside of her she never felt before.
'I thought about you, and it made me wet even before you walked back to camp. It wasn't the first time I thought about you that way when I let my fingers slide into my panties, but it was the most intense one. It made me think what it would be like to let my hand slide into your pants, touch you, stroke you, when I touched myself.'
'Hell Charlotte,' It were the only coherent words his mind would allow him, his throbbing and hard cock pushed against the inside of his pants. He had a clear image of her, fingers tucked inside of her, eyes closed, swollen red lips slightly parted, biting on her lip. The thought about Charlotte when she pictured him, when she had pictures how it would be to have his cock in her fist, their whole camp not far away from her when she touched herself until she came, made him almost come in his pants.
'Show me,' his voice a deep grunt, his voice full of challenge.
'Don't move,' Charlie whispered in his ear. She kissed him on his lips, slowly, ignoring his hands that were trying to touch something, anything that was hers. She pushed them away, pushed him back in the chair when she walked to the bed. She got rid of her clothing, piece by piece, more clothing on the floor, more bare skin for his eyes to explore. She walked back to the bed, and made herself comfortable. Close to him, but not close enough so he could actually touch her.
Without breaking eye contact she opened her legs a little bit, but teasingly slow. Bass eyes flashed from her eyes, to the curves of her breasts, the deep pink of her nipples, to the dark blonde curls in between her legs and back to her face. She could see the sheer lust in his eyes, and she could feel how her body reacted to that single look, her core wet, pulsing with the promise of his cock inside her later. Pulsing for what she was going to do for him now.
She started to touch herself. Charlie made soft circles with her fingers over her breasts, playing with her nipples. She felt her nipples between her fingers when she squeezed her own breasts in her hands. There was something highly erotic about realising that this time, he was not only on her mind when she touched herself, but sitting right in front of him.
Bass had watched her every move, and it had caused him to be achingly hard. If he couldn't touch her, he had to do something He had tried to control himself, his fingers digging into the arm rests, but when Charlie's right hand went from her lips and tongue to the place between her fantastic breasts, down to her stomach and finally found her clit, he lost that resolution. He let his hand glide into his pants.
When Charlie saw how Bass grabbed his impressive cock under the fabric of his pants, she let out a deep moan, rubbing her clit, while she leaned back on her free hand. She watched him, she felt her own wetness and folds, as she started to moan in synch with her breathing. She spread her legs further, pulled up her knee a little, and without looking away from him, she slid two fingers deep inside of her. She could hear how Bass grunted something under his breath.
She was not sure what it was that made her come.
The idea that she had done this before, another night, leaning against a tree, a forbidden orgasm so close to Bass sitting in front of a fire not far from her. His teasing low voice that drove her wild still ringing in her ears.
The image of him in front of her right now, deep dark blue eyes, lust filled eyes that watched her like there was nothing more in this world to watch.
The sound of his deep growls coming from the back of his throat.
Or the idea that she never did this before, with anyone. She felt open and free, it was just him and her, and she could let go completely with him.
But when she came, her fingers slippery by her own wetness, the last image before she closed her eyes of Bass sitting wide legged in front of her with his hard cock under his hand, she moaned his name, she screamed his name when she felt herself tighten over and over again around her fingers.
' Fuck, Charlie, you are beautiful.' His voice was close to her ear all of a sudden. She had to lay back after her orgasm, her back touched the sheets. She heard him unbuckle his pants and the next feeling she experienced was of Bass on top of her, kissing her with passion, his hands exploring her body. She would never get tired of the sensation of his skin on hers, his weight all over her.
After Bass had watched her come on the bed before him, right out of his reach, it had almost made him come when he saw Charlie closing her eyes, her fingers going through her folds, her fingers deep inside of her. Without even touching her, she had let him in.
When she moaned his name and stroked herself through her orgasm there was only one thing on his mind.
Her. Close. Now.
Him. Inside of her. Now.
He needed to feel her around his cock. When he buried himself inside of her, thrusting through her wetness, he searched for her eyes. He put both of her arms over her head in one fluid movement and held her wrists in one hand when he started to pump inside of her with a force of raw need. His other hand free to dip his fingers into the soft curve of her hip, wanting her even closer with every deep thrust. He watched her. And somewhere between his thrusts, between his hard cock inside of her, he could hear her voice, panting, her voice hoarse.
'I need you to come inside of me, Bass.'
When he found her eyes, he found a look of reassurance telling him it would be okay. The thought of spilling himself deep inside of her, made it impossible to stop himself anymore.
'Bass, come inside of me.' This time it was almost a raw whisper, combined with a deep moan.
Charlie knew there was no danger, she did the math even before she had walked to his place. The idea of him coming inside of her had turned her on even before she had walked through his front door. Right now, it was the only thing she craved. She felt how Bass lost control over his thrusts, slamming into her.
'Charlotte,' her name coming from his lips in a deep grunt made her walls tightened around his cock, his head buried in her neck, when she felt his warm cum deep inside of her, while she came herself.
Charlie wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him even closer, their bodies moving as one, panting as one. Wishing they could just stay here, here in their little conrer of the world were it was just them.
I wanted to bring Miles and Bass closer in this chapter, I think their brotherhood really deserved that. Words needed to be said And, there was a little flashback from Charlie and Bass. I wanted to play a little with all the Charloe tension on our TV screens, I am sure that at some point, they had some very intense thought about each other. Not that they would ever share that :) So, there was some nice tension between them, because, well, they are very passionate people. Thanks for reading, I will work on another chapter very soon! Until the next chapter! Ciao! Love from Love x