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
Authors note: Thanks for reading – and for your lovely comments and reviews… I hope you enjoy this one…there is smut here, just saying, Cheers, Magpie
A thousand eyes
Chapter 3. What she's having...
'What makes you think you've got a choice…?' the words seemed to stretch out and wind their way down her spine, sliding their way under her skin… then he slowly pulled his head back, pulling her against him, his arms hard behind her waist, leaving her shaken - and stirred, definitely stirred….
She groaned, half laughing up at him…'You bastard…'
He caught her hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing the fingers… 'You look completely gorgeous, Charlie… I knew that dress would look wonderful on you…' He let her go and stepped back, looking her up and down, a satisfied smile curving his lips… then leaning closer again he whispered 'and I'm glad you liked the stockings…'
Charlie felt the whisper shiver its way to her already sensitized clit like a burst of light… and she needed more, she wanted more… She took a deep breath and blew it out, telling her clit to behave itself, trying not to let him see how much she was aching to get him on his own, somewhere, anywhere… telling herself that this was an assignment, just an assignment, think about the weather Charlie…. Alaska, not Florida, somewhere cold, rainy, snowing… She simply couldn't resist trying a little payback though, a little revenge for him getting her all hot and bothered without the chance of a follow on any time soon, so she tilted a smile up at him, giving him innocent eyes…'I loved the thong too, Bass, everything fitted so beautifully, its feels like I'm not wearing anything under this dress…'
He looked down at her for a long, long moment, the blue of his eyes deep and shadowed, his hand tense holding hers…then he laughed a little, low and deep…'My turn next, Charlotte…'
She held his eyes with hers 'Bring it on, Bass…' she whispered, sweeping her hand under his jacket… sliding up over the wide chest, the warm, hard muscles, then down, her fingers spreading out, nails dragging slightly behind, 'Maybe I want to let you win…?' feeling his breath catch… Then she stepped back, smiling up at him, a teasing glint in her eyes… 'So… you want to eat something now…?'
He stared down at her; the tension rising between them like a wave gathering itself before reaching the shore… Then he smiled, his lips sweetly edged, dangerously curved and suddenly the wave broke, scattering over the sand in streaming bubbles and foam edged ripples and he laughed, a genuinely amused sound, infectious and thrilling her to her toes… 'You are something else, Charlotte Matheson…' He lifted a hand…
The Asian woman seemed somehow to appear magically at their side, smiling, her eyes admiring but her manner unobtrusive, monogrammed menus, large and glossy black, caught under her arm. She led the way to their table, threading them through the elegant circles of laughing, talking, eating and drinking people, candles in baroque holders casting flickering shadows and lights over the faces of the diners, crystal and wrought iron chandeliers with massed lights gorgeous above their heads…
Charlie was hyper conscious of Bass, his arm behind her, his hand gently trailing from her hip to hand to shoulder as they moved through the crowded room, his warmth pressing against her side. She felt a sense of anticipation, a building excitement; her skin heating more each time he touched her… She tried to ease the ache between her legs by squeezing her thighs together as she walked but the feel of him there, behind her, was only making it worse… She didn't know how the hell she was going to make it all the way through a meal… She couldn't remember feeling like this about anyone before, and she couldn't care less about her stupid stalker; all she wanted right now was him... Shit… She started going across the map in her head, listing the states in their usual order, state capitols, temperature and rainfall averages… damn…
There were quite a few interested glances as they went…from men, women, for her and Bass - and here and there smiles of pleased recognition… smiles that she returned with automatic and fleeting grace and charm, there was no one though that she knew well enough personally to stop and chat with, and the presence of Bass, tall, imposing and proprietary seemed to be enough to stop people from asking them to stay, besides she was still counting lines of latitude…
She saw Jeremy sitting at another table, close to the wide picture windows looking out into the lights of the night time street, sitting with a younger man, dark haired, slim, good looking in a boyish, rakish way… Jeremy winked casually at her and she nodded back, a casual smile, nothing to indicate she knew him… The younger guy was scanning the street outside but saw her when he looked back, his eyes sweeping over her appreciatively but almost impersonally… She turned to Bass 'Who's the guy with Jeremy?'
He bent his head, his lips close to her ear again… 'His name's Connor, he works for me, they're here to keep an eye on us while we're getting your stalker's attention, I've got another two outside… '
She shivered, more from the memory of his kiss there skittering along her nerve endings, than it was the reminder of why she needed bodyguards… 'Oh…'
The woman led them to one of the dark, crimson velvet cushioned half moon cubicles along the far wall of the restaurant, theirs curving behind a table set for two, a draped white linen tablecloth falling in graceful folds almost to the floor, a pillared candle and white roses as a centerpiece… She placed a menu before each of them and left, smiling… Charlie slid onto the soft velvet cushion on one side of the table…the contours of her body welcoming the pressure, she squirmed a little… then swallowed and picked up the menu, she really wasn't that hungry, for food anyway...
Bass was holding out the bottle of water… 'Iced water Charlie?' his eyes were lazy, the blue intense and focused… his lips curved in a little smile…
She met his eyes, hers glinting; the bastard, he knew…but it was her turn again and she nodded 'Lovely, thank you Bass…' she leaned forward, arms pressing in just a little, pushing the curves of her breasts up just enough to draw his attention… then she fanned herself with her hand… 'It is hot in here isn't it? or is it just me?'
His eyes lit up again, strange, it was as though he had lamps behind them… He had the most amazing eyes… he poured them each a glass of water, put the bottle of water down then reached out a hand, running a finger down her cheek, down over the sensitive skin of her neck and shoulder…
She turned her head, rubbing her cheek on his hand…
Bass ran his tongue over his lips…'How far do you want this…thing between us…to go, Charlie?' he lifted her hand again pressing a kiss to her knuckles, his eyes brilliant on her face…'I know I asked you to make out like you were pleased to see me, but either you're a better actress than I ever imagined or you really are sitting there thinking about what it would be like…' he grinned, wicked, and lowered his voice… 'If I bent you over this table…' he touched his tongue to each of her fingers and she shivered in anticipation… 'and fucked you until neither of us could see straight, with everybody watching and wishing it was them…'
Charlie felt a jolt of electricity go straight from her fingertips down to her toes via her clit and all the little nerve endings on every erogenous zone she owned in between…her toes actually curled and her belly contracted, and she swallowed, sure that she was drooling… The idea was incredible, totally shocking but somehow pushing all of her buttons at once… then she grinned right back at him…'Duncan was right to warn me wasn't she… you really are dangerous…'
He let go her hand, sat back and picked up his glass… 'You tell me to stop Charlie…and I'll stop, no fault, no foul…'
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed their waitress approaching… 'Bass…?'
He put the glass down and opened the menu…'Is that a stop then?'
She reached across the table and took his hand, lacing her fingers through his… and he looked up, his eyes a blazing, electric blue, full of life and challenge, exciting and like nothing else she'd ever seen – or had before… she shook her head….'No… Don't stop…'
They ordered… and although Charlie knew at the time what she was ordering, by the time the waitress walked away she had completely forgotten what it was; there was wine coming too – and that arrived almost immediately – a fresh, fruity white, crisp and cold and delicious… but she couldn't stop thinking about Bass, about how it would feel to… He kept hold of her hand all the while the waitress was there…his thumb moving restlessly in little circles over her palm, his fingers pressing against hers…
Charlie couldn't wait any longer… 'Bass…'
He slid out from behind the table, holding a hand out to help her as she stood, then he led her out into the foyer again, past the bar… giving Jeremy and Connor the signal that they were ok, ignoring Jeremy's slight frown, Connor's lifted eyebrow and look of interest…
Once out in the cool air of the foyer, Bass turned right along the hall leading further into the building… he bent to her ear, sliding a hand around her waist…'Jeremy said there was a lounge along here near the rest rooms, plan b in case we needed to vacate to somewhere in a hurry…'
Charlie walked in a daze of sensation and anticipation…the warmth and firm pressure of his hand anchoring her to his presence next to her, the way he was shortening his stride so that she didn't have to strain to keep up with him, the feel of his hard muscled leg when he brushed against her, his muscled arm against her back, her heels tapping on the tiled floor, the fabric of her dress soft against her skin…
They came to a paneled door… Bass turned them to stop in front of it…'This must be it I think…' he opened the door and turned the on the light…it was a smallish, cozy room, windows curtained against the night, large, comfortable looking leather couches positioned around a low, wooden coffee table… She walked towards one of the couches, the high cushioned back waist high on her the seats deep and inviting… and heard a lock snick shut…
She turned around and he was suddenly there, in front of her, his eyes a burning, intense blue… She stepped towards him, smiling at the look of hunger on his face, knowing that it was on hers too…
He lifted a hand and trailed it down her cheek, over her neck and down to the skin of her chest to where the dress began, then he brushed his fingers under the strap on one side, brought the hand back and stroked down to her nipple, squeezing the sensitive nub through the silky fabric, circling it with a finger… His other hand stroked down, over her breast, down over her belly and hip, down to the slit in the dress, his fingers sliding in between the folds of the material, up and over the smooth, firm cheeks of her ass, bare except for the lacy strip at the top of the thong…
Charlie moaned…her head falling forward against his shoulder…
He brought his hand back around, under the fabric of the dress… following the line of the thong over her flesh, his fingers gentle but hard at the same time, finding her mound, bare and smooth under the lace…
She held her breath, her heart pounding as his cool, strong fingers slid underneath the little garment and over her skin, his middle finger slipping easily between the moist, fleshy lips… She tipped her head back, wanting him to see how much she wanted him on her face, in her eyes; her lips parting in a gasp of pleasure as his fingers slid over her clit and into her waiting core and she squeezed her legs together over his hands to keep him there as the first quake hit, her eyes closing as she felt his lips on hers in a bruising kiss that seemed to make her orgasm flicker between her two sets of lips in a loop of sensation that was almost, almost too much…
Her knees buckled under her and he laughed low in his chest… a totally male sound of satisfaction as he drew his hand out and caught her under her knees, swinging her round and down onto the couch then dropping down to kneel beside her… flipping the slit in her dress up and sliding the thong… wet from her juices…down over her knees, lifting it carefully over her shoes and off…one of her legs fell to the side, her knee bent, the other leg lay bent against the dark leather back of the couch…the lacy tops of her stockings and the edges of her dress framing the smooth, bare pussy lying open to him, a delicate pale, pale pink with slightly darker pink petals leading the way to her moist centre…
He leaned back a little… looking at her, then he swallowed and reached out to run a hand over her hip and down along one long, slim stockinged leg to her ankles, held in the straps of her shoes, circling them with his long fingers then leaning forward to press a kiss against the inside of her knee, running the fingers of his hand back down along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, brushing the back of his hand softly over the lips of her pussy to the flesh of her ass cheeks curving underneath… Then he sat back on his knees, his breath heavy and fast, as though he'd been running… 'Fuck, Charlie…. You look amazing lying there…'
Charlie lay in a daze of wanting more… She reached a hand out and ran it down the side of his face, her fingers trailing down through the scruff of his beard… 'You look pretty damn good too…'
He cleared his throat…'We don't have time right now to do this properly Charlie…' he leaned over and pressed a kiss to her lips…'but I promise I'll make it up to you later…'
She chuckled…'Gonna hold you to that Bass…' she stretched her arms up above her head, the movement making the dress ride up and fall open even more, her slim hips and belly curving in graceful lines against the leather cushions…
He looked down at her again, his eyes holding a hot promise…a slow smile curved his lips and his tongue ran over his bottom lip, the smile widening into one of his wicked grins… 'I know just what I want for entrée tonight though…' he leaned over and she felt his hot breath on the skin of her belly, then the feel of his tongue trailing a wet line down, sliding between the lips of her pussy and over her clit, his scruff and moustache tickling the tender skin of her outer lips, his mouth spreading her out and his tongue working inside and around her centre, over and around the full little ridge of her clit and in and out of her wet and wanting core until she was gasping and writhing under him, held still by his arms and hands across her thighs, his hands holding her knees apart with a grip that gave her something to brace against as she broke apart into shards and melted back against the soft leather cushions…
Charlie came back to herself to find Bass looking down at her, a little smile playing around his mouth. She smiled back… 'What is it?'
He reached across and brushed a little strand of hair back from her forehead… 'It's just that I didn't expect you to be… so…like this…'
She sat up, swinging one leg around so that she sat with her legs around him… wriggling forward so that she could rest her arms around his shoulders as he knelt next to the couch, her body open to him from the waist down… 'Like what? Like I know what I want?'
He grinned…'Yeah… I thought you'd be a pampered little tv star who couldn't do anything without an auto cue and her PA organizing it first…'
Charlie leaned forward so that she could kiss him, tasting herself on his lips, his tongue… 'No… I'm not like that…' she wriggled forward even more until she was pressed up against him… she could feel him, hard and ready against her, still in his pants though damn it… 'Do you think we've got time for a bit more?'
He chuckled… 'We'd better get back or Jeremy will be coming to get us…' he squirmed uncomfortably… 'At least you're ok…me on the other hand…'
Charlie reached down between them and ran her fingers down the lovely hard length of his cock, cupping his balls in her hand and resting her forearm against him…
He took a sharp breath…'Charlie…'
She gazed into his eyes, hers serious…'I couldn't give a flying fig about the food…' she squeezed him, gently… sliding her hand up his length, the cloth of his pants giving her extra friction to work with… 'Why don't we just go back to the hotel?'
He groaned…'Fuck… because you have a mad stalker after you, Charlie and I'd much rather catch him here than go traipsing over Europe trying to keep him off your ass…' He took her hand, holding it still on him… 'So, much as I'd like to go back to the Hotel and spend the rest of the night making love to you…' he sucked in another deep breath…'we are going to go back into the restaurant, have our lovely but tasteless after you dinner and hopefully catch us a creep…' he looked at her, his eyes rueful…'as it is I am going to find it really hard to concentrate on anything except the thought of your beautiful ass sitting on that cushion next to me and what I'd like to be doing to it…'
Charlie smiled happily…'Will you really be thinking about me…?'
He narrowed his eyes…'Yes, I will… but at the moment I'm thinking about how we are going to fix your hair up so you don't look like you've been tossed on a couch and made a meal of…' he lifted his hand back and lightly slapped the rounded cheek of her ass… 'So come on Charlie…or do you really want Jeremy to find us like this?'
She grinned and licked her bottom lip… 'It'll take me two minutes to do my hair and are you actually afraid of Jeremy…? I thought you were the big bad…?'
He gently but firmly untangled her legs from around him and shuffled back away from the couch… sighing regretfully as her pussy disappeared from view… 'I am the big bad…' he shrugged…'Jeremy doesn't approve of mixing business with pleasure though, and he's the big bad of disapproval…' he reached over, picked up the lacy thong and handed it to her…
Charlie stood up, a little shakily but feeling so, so much better… she put a hand out and leaned on Bass' shoulder to lift her foot so she could put the thong on again, staggering a little on her heels as she tried to balance… 'I thought he looked a bit like a sour puss…'
He sighed and ran a hand up her leg… 'Come here and I'll do it…'
She rested both hands on his shoulders and lifted first one foot and then the other as he rolled the thong up her legs and into place around her hips…
He chuckled… 'I never thought there was such a thing as thong envy… but I've got it right now…' He stood up…'Are you going to fix your hair?'
Charlie looked around for a mirror and found one over the fireplace at the far end of the room… She smoothed her dress down over her hips; glad he'd thought to get her a dress in an uncrushable fabric… then picked up her little clutch bag and walked over to the mirror, pulling out hairpins as she went…
Bass stood and watched her walk … her rounded hips swaying beautifully as she moved, he sighed and looked down… His cock wasn't listening to his brain at the moment, it was still rock hard and waiting for more; he wanted there to be more later for both of them but for now… He looked around and found some serviettes on the coffee table, reached down for a couple and quickly opened his fly, sliding his hand in and over his hard length…stroking his hand up, his thumb pressing into the sweet spot just near the heavy ridge at the head, then down again… He grinned tightly, his breath coming faster and catching as his fingers slid up and down his shaft with a familiar and easy rhythm…his tongue swept over his lips and his eyes closed as the intense, wonderful tension built up and up… He wasn't too surprised though, given his current state, that it didn't take long before his breath caught and he was leaning heavily on the back of the couch, his free hand clenching on the leather as he came in long, sweet spurts into the bundle of serviettes, thinking of her…
He adjusted himself and tidied up, settling his breathing into something resembling steady, then walked up to join Charlie at the mirror… Her gaze met his as he came up behind her in the glass, mischief lighting little flames at the back of her eyes as she smoothed her hair, pulling little strands down to curl over her ears and down her neck… 'Did you think I couldn't see you Bass?'
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back against him… 'I had to tame the little beast down a bit, he wasn't happy about waiting…'
She leaned her head round so she could reach his lips, pressing a kiss to them… 'Next time let me do that for you though, Ok?' she looked in the mirror again, checking her lip gloss…'I mean you made sure I had a lovely time…' she turned in his arms, leaning against him… 'I want you to as well…'
He looked down at her for a long moment…'You are something special, Charlie...'
She grinned 'I know…' then she spread her hands out, on display…'am I respectable enough for Jeremy now?'
He let her go and stepped back, holding out a crooked arm for her take…'Oh yeah…'
They walked over to the door arm in arm, and Bass unlocked it… He walked through the door first and Charlie flipped the light switch to off…
Suddenly there was a confusion of loud bangs, popping sounds, plaster from the walls splintering off around her ears, Bass pushing her to the ground, his heavy body falling onto hers, pushing her breath out of her but covering her… Then the sound of yelling people, screams, running feet…
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AN: Hi there! Just imagine a scene change there... it will be ok I promise but I seem to have a liking for cliff-hangers...Hope you dont mind too much and that you enjoyed this one (and the second of LoveForTheStory's delicious little prompts…) All the best and hope to see you at the next chapter… cheers, Magpie