I read all these kind things about your birthday and wanted to give you a little something, this chapter is for you, your present with a nice little bow around it! And I really am enjoying all your other story presents, from all those talented writers out there!

Lemon, happy birthday to you, I wish you all that is good and wonderful, because you are so very kind, and talented and fun! I hope you enjoy this! You take such good care of Charloe... The better part of this chapter is based on a Valentine prompt from the Good Ship Charloe website. I saw it, noticed the word Red Panties and realised they were perfect for this story.

Happy birthday Lemon!

Red panties and taking her home

'Why do you go?' Zoë says.

Little eyes look up at him, and he can almost see disappointment in her eyes because he is leaving. It is a nice fucking change from all the looks of happy you are getting the fuck out loathing he is so used to. Zoë has stopped playing with her toys, as she sits happily in the kitchen, with her knees on the floor, close to what she is playing with and looks up at him as he grabs his jacket and is getting ready to leave.

'I'm off to work, kid.'

Miles grins, standing behind Bass. 'Well, work is kind of a relative term when it comes to Bass.'

Bass shoots him his best go to hell eyes as he softly mutters something, 'Dickhead.'

'Where do you work?' Zoë looks from Miles back to Bass, as she holds her toy.

Bass lets out a sigh that turns into a grin. Apparently it is ask a fucking hundred questions a day with the little kid.

'Sebastian works with a man named Frank Blanchard to keep the town safe for us.' Zoë places her hands in her lap and looks very serious at Charlie. 'He also works with Miles.'

'Daddy says he is a..Gene...General.' She gets the word out with difficulty.

'That's right, and so are Miles and Sebastian.' Charlie tells her patiently.

'Daddy told me it is like a kind of king.' Zoë still looks very serious, delighted with the fact that Charlie takes the time to explain things to her.

Charlie can almost see a struggling Aaron, struggling with finding an answer for his daughter , using her book filled with stories about princes, castles and a king, many times to explain something so she will understand. King it is.

Both Bass and Miles need to bite back a snort. It does not take long for Miles loses that grin he has on his face right now.

Zoë looks up with concentration on her face. 'But then Sebastian can't be king. Kings are old.' Zoë says, as she has given it a lot of her thoughts.

Bass grins widely.

'How about him, huh?' Bass nods over to Miles, using his thumb to point at his brother. Oh hell, he knows what is coming. This is going to be all kinds of good.

Zoë thinks about it.

'Miles can be king.'

Now Charlie has to fight back a snort on her own as Miles' face drops.

'And then Sebastian can be a prince, Chalie. Just like in the story.' She is very happy with her own conclusions as she moves her attention back to what she was doing, 'and Chalie can be princess.'

You clever girl. Bass thinks to himself as he grins. She has figured it out, even before his brother has. A five year old beat his brother.

Bass looks over to Charlie, as she sees the wicked smile in her eyes.

Bass faces the guy behind him. 'Well, brother, that's what you get when you are acting all damn pathetic, you know with...'

'Aaand...I am out of here,' Miles sighs in agony. He can handle one smart mouth when it comes to Charlie, well, hell, he really can't, but two of them are just too much. He is out of the door.

Bass moves over to Charlie, standing behind her when Zoë is focussed at the toys she loves so much in front of her again. She feels his beard. It has been three weeks since that night, since she had to stop running. Since he came for her. Kissed her in the first morning light and they shared their first moments so close to the other. Things were busy for all of them, but they had shared more mornings together, waking up with how he smelled in the morning, like him, like them, his voice scratchy, and their hunger and passion was never satisfied enough.

'See ya around kid.' He grins at Zoë who happily smiles back.

'Bye Sebastian.'

Charlie feels how she is being pulled close by him, just out of Zoë's sight, and his lips demand her.

'I might have a little surprise for you.' She whispers.

'You do huh...' he tells her, his fingers do funny things with her body, ' do you care to elaborate?'

Charlie kisses him again, moving her hips towards his jeans. Her lips move to his ear.

'I am wearing it right now.'

That's it. Fuck. He is getting hard.

When she looks at him again, his eyes are firing with an intensity at her that make her feel warm, so very warm.

'See you tonight.' He practically growls at her as he can't help but press his hips against her, before he has to go see Frank fucking Blanchard when all he wants do to is stay and get to the bottom if this.

She does see Bass that night. In the bar. With another woman. She raises an eyebrow as she watches them. Bass is looking straight ahead, the woman almost drooling all over her man.

Bass sees her walking up, as Charlie stops so damn close to him. She does not say anything to him, but throws the woman, who has been practically offering herself at him, a deadly smile. Oh, hell, he knows that smile. He knows that look. He is fucking hard already, remembering her words from earlier. This is going to be fun. He sits back to enjoy the show. He know he can, because Charlie, she can fucking take care of herself and the pathetic attempts of flirty brunette on his right.

'Hey,' Charlie smiles at the woman, but her tone is loaded with threat.

The nothing brunette smiles with icy bite in her eyes, 'Isn't it a bit past your bedtime, sugar?'

' Listen bitch, he is kind of mine,' she nods at Bass, ' So, if I were you, I would find myself another man to throw yourself at.'

Apparently it is enough, because the woman grabs her drink, watches the general make a gesture of hey, don't care, what she said, offended and with a bitter smile she leaves the man she was hoping to get a piece of tonight at home behind, finding a table and another man, pouting on her way out.

'Well, look who is all possessive over here.' He grins at her. Really fucking liking Charlie like this.

Before she can poke him in his ribs, he pulls her close. 'Did not say I did not liked it.'

'This reminds me of another time, in Vegas, Charlie.' He whispers harshly in her ear. Bass can picture her again. Vegas, her jacket open, tank, firm tits, eyes firing we ain't going nowhere, gun in her hand, aimed at Duncan. He tried to calm her down, but damn, she was so fucking hot there. When he told everybody in the tent around them to calm down, he basically said the same to his cock.

'Want to hear something else?'

Bass nuzzles her hair with his nose in a slow movement in the middle of that crowded bar, her hair barely touching his, but it is already a Bass overload for her.

'I was ready to fuck you right there, Charlotte..'

Fuck, he remembers her. Fuck, she was hot.

Charlie feels the warm wave of desire flowing through her. God he is an ass, and god, he is hot.

She looks him right in the eye, all calm and clear, although he can see it, he can sense it, the desire. 'Then why are we still wasting time?'

'Excellent question.' He smirks at her. He slams his drink on the bar in front of him, puts a hand on her lower back and a first wet kiss lands on her neck before he guides her out of there.

His cock is very much the hell awake. The five minutes to his apartment are filled by images of her, sweating and smooth trapped under his touch, under what he wants to do to her so badly. His mind going over what the hell she could be wearing. He might have some ideas and they are all fucking good.

Inside, he grabs her with force, as she lets out a deep breath at his intensity, pushing her against the wall. He takes her, kisses her slowly but with a contained lust that makes Charlie reach for his shirt to steady her.

'So Charlie, tell me something...' Rough raspy words, foreplay with only his voice, 'what is that surprise you were talking about earlier?'

'Can't wait Bass?' She teases him. His hand is now firmly on her ass, finger digging in the skin between her upper leg and the curve of her ass.

'You know I am not a patient man, Charlie.' He almost growls at her, with a slow steady rhythm of words, as his hands keep giving her pleasure, his strong fingers working their magic.

Charlie answers him with a deep kiss, their mouths crashing together with more force. Then she pushes him off and pushes him into the chair behind him.

She moves around in the space between his legs. Top, gone. Bra, gone, boots, socks. Gone. She opens the button of her jeans and stops there, as she feels how her pants don't hug her skin as tightly as they did before.

Bass sits there, as he watches Charlie move. She is so damn close, as she helps him out her boots, giving him one hell of a view of her amazing tits. Her hair brushes his leg. She pushes herself up by his knees. Than his shirt is bothering her, and she helps him out of that.

And then, holy hell, he sees them. She slowly pushes her fingers under the edge of her pants and she lets them glide over her sweet ass.

Red fucking panties.

His mouth is opened, and she sees so much lust on his face, his eyes are holding his and she can't not look away, even if she would try.

'Charlie, touch yourself for me.' He pushes his tongue against his teeth.

Charlie feels so in control, so wanted that suddenly there is nothing more erotic in the world in doing just that.

Bass almost comes in his pants as she lets her fingers disappear into her panties, and her eyes tell him exactly when she has found what she needs. A soft moan, as her eyes are on him and she is fucking touching herself before him.

She is taking her sweet damn time, and he can't help himself anymore. He turns her around, her face facing the wall, her ass before her, grabs her hips in his hands and he let her jeans slide down over her hips.

His lips are on her back, and he is out of his pants in seconds. She slowly sensually moves back, his lips still on her, his hands now moving out in front of her to touch her hair, to touch her breasts. More pressure, more wild movements.

Deep red. Hell, he had forgotten what it was like, deep red hot panties against smooth skin. Her skin is pale and smooth and the red stands out and fires at him, fires at his cock, fires at his brain and leave the one fucking desire behind to fuck her. And after that, he will fuck her again, but then he will take things slow. Right now, he does not need slow, and the way she feels, by taking in her scent, tells him she does not either.

He moves a hand between her legs from behind, as his fingers touch the fabric of red fabric.

'Fuck.' He curses, as he feels the drenched fabric.

'Bass...yes...,' Charlie moans as she feels the electricity running through her.

She lets him guide her, feeling his cock against her entrance, only red sweet panties parting them. He does not remove them just yet. He needs to look at her, taking her in like this. He has a better idea. He traces the her skin, lets one finger disappear into her panties and removes them just enough to see her, and giving his cock the room it needs.

He is within her, taking her slowly as she takes him. His strong hand and arms are around her as she is in between his legs. God, this is so good.

Bass moves back, watching her, before he moves back to her, pulling her close, over his cock.

His legs wide, Charlie around his cock, he fucks her slowly, groaning into her back, enjoying her wet sweet spots.

And then, he moves them over to the bed.

He moves his hand under her ass, touching the panties without losing the intensity in his eyes.

He places her how he wants her. Her red panties now around her ankles after he helped them slowly move, keeping her smooth curves, her amazing legs tied together. Her ankles and sweet damn panties lean against his right shoulder as it gives him the view of the century, and then, as he watches her before him on the bed, he pushes, buries himself inside of her.

Charlie feels the fabric, as it moved over her legs, now around her ankles.

The silky fabric of the red panties she found in a store, and made her head buzz with possibilities, feel good against her skin. Bass has been teasing her, playing with her.

This is her way to play with him, to get some control back, and the desire in his eyes, the want in his body tells her she has succeeded.

Charlie moans, as she feels the first contact of his hard dick against her entrance. He is taking it slow, so slow, and she thinks he knows this, that she is practically begging with her whole body for him to fill her, to take her, to complete her with his hardness inside of her.

Fuck, he loves it when she is moving that body of hers in that slow way towards and around his cock. Loves it when she, her body is begging for more.

From him. But the man he is, he won't let a woman wait for too long. And especially not her.

He finally is inside of her again, as she let's go, and Bass let's her whole body move with his trusts. The moaning builds up to deeper panting, that melt into his groans and her name rolling of his lips, as she comes first, and he thrusts one more time, coming right behind her and deep inside of her.

Leaving the both of them sated, out of breath as Bass watches her, completely well fucked.

He gently lets her go, moves besides her, takes her in his arms.

'One hell of a surprise, babe.' He grins at her. She smiles back, blushes on her cheeks. Babe. The word is hanging between them. She kisses him, she likes it. But if he ever calls her that in public, she will kill him. His grins goes wider as he can read in her eyes that she likes it.

This girl, she is so tough, and he fucking likes it, when she comes through like some sun on fucking cloudy day.

She rolls back on top of him, on top of the man she is seeing as hers, her man, and they start another round of lovemaking, she will take care of her man, and every now and then, she will let him take care of her.

The red panties, she will keep them, for later, for another night. Now she disappears into his arms.

He kisses her again, his beard and moustache tickling her skin. Hearing her content sigh, moving his mouth over hers.

She is his, his girl, and he takes care of his girl.

And as he is inside of her again, red panties are on the bed next to them, somewhere where their feet entangle.

A thank you to the Good Ship Charloe for the prompt of the red panties. This is a story of love and attraction and that's why, I used that prompt, for something with fire and intense feeling...

Again, happy birthday to wonderful Lemon, again, I wish you all that is good and wonderful, because you are simply so very kind, and talented and fun! I hope you enjoyed this. I loved writing this, for you!

Thanks for reading, see you in next chapter?

Love from Love