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 hope you all enjoy this chapter, Cheers, Magpie
A thousand eyes
Chapter 6… Old friends, new friends
They were heading north, a couple of hours travel to a place that Charlie had never been although she'd heard about it… Egg Harbor in Door County, Wisconsin… a fishing village tucked into a sheltered inlet on the edge of a rocky, scenic peninsula that pushed like a thumb hitching out into the dark waters of Lake Michigan…
The big bike ate up the miles like they were easy, and the towns along the way came and went like slow bucolic dreams; the lake off to the right visible in patches as the road curved towards it and looking as wide as the sea, huge and beautiful in the early morning light. Gradually, as they got nearer to the Peninsula, the towns grew smaller, more self-consciously picturesque and tourist friendly in their summer colors; and soon after that, after the turn off onto the Peninsula itself, the road grew narrower and went snaking through tall forests, small farms and hamlets with the Lake visible in the distance on both sides…
It was lovely country and Charlie felt like she was in a dream; the bike purring under them… the sway of their bodies moving together as they dipped around corners, the muscles of Bass' back tensing and releasing under her arms, the feel of his butt and thighs clenching - between hers this time… She grinned as little wicked thoughts went racing through her mind and her hands tightened, fingers spreading over the taut muscles of his belly, the laugh that went vibrating through him as she did that spreading through her like a wave that joined with the vibration from the engine underneath, her pussy spread out and her clit pulsing against the leather of the seat beneath her and against him in front of her, a sweet torture because she couldn't do anything about it…. She clenched the muscles of her thighs but it wasn't enough…
Bass was a fire in her blood…
….
They passed the steep turn off to Egg harbor that ran curling down to the town on their left, following the main road instead… Then a couple of miles further on Bass slowed the big bike down and they took a side road marked private, the bitumen fading into a graded dirt lane that curved and wound, tree lined, to a bluff high above the shore and the harbor… He drove carefully, respecting the road, for a couple more miles until at last they came to a set of double wrought iron gates… tall and strongly made, guarding the gap between high stone walls topped with metal spikes that ran off to the left and right in pale perspectives… The gate slid silently apart at their approach and Baby rumbled through. The driveway was pulverized granite, beginning at the gate…pale pink and firm, crunching under their wheels and bordered with tall Cypresses with that rose like Van Gogh obelisks from expanses of well-tended lawns and garden beds. Tall yew hedges clipped square into green walls rising grandly around the far edge of the gardens and continuing behind the house reminded Charlie of some of the estates she'd seen along the Italian coast... The house itself, now visible in front of them, was a sprawling collection of buildings in a pale, grey stone, turreted and walled like an Italianate villa with a view of the lake to die for off in the distance through the trees, it was pretty impressive…
Then they rolled into the arc of a circular driveway that curved in front of the house, a lovely formal knot garden setting off the centre. Instead of going to the front of the house though, Bass followed a side path down the near side of the building to a huge garage space, set back and to the side of the house… There were three cars parked there including Jeremy's SUV, another 4-wheel drive and a sky blue vintage Chevy pick up… There was another bike too – a Ducati Diavel; Charlie knew that was what it was because Adam had been raving about wanting one… She felt Bass' whole body tense up as they pulled up alongside it…
He turned Baby off, lifting the visor on his helmet and undoing the catch; turning his head so he could see her…'looks like Miles got here first, Charlie…'
She took her helmet off and swung off the bike, legs trembling a little after the ride, and from what they'd been doing before…
Bass took his helmet off and hung it over the handlebar, reaching out for Charlie's and slinging that one over the other side… then he turned to her, a little smile twisting his lips… 'This'll be interesting…'
She grinned up at him, lifting a hand up to brush a leaf off his shoulder then holding on and reaching up on tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips…'what…you and Miles? It's been a long while Bass; don't you think its time that you two kissed and made up?'
He held her hard up against him with one arm, the other running through her hair, smoothing some of the knots out from the ride, then stroking down past her waist to her hips, his fingers playing with the rings on her belt… 'Maybe it is at that… and Charlie…?'
She tipped her head back, her eyes sparkling up at him…'Yeah?'
'You are something special…you know that?'
She sighed happily…'Hell yeah…' then stopped as she felt him tense up again…
Behind her there was the crunch of footsteps on the driveway…. 'So if you've quite finished playing with my niece's ass, maybe you'll be kind enough to tell me why you sent me a message to drop everything and come running up here…' the voice got a bit louder…'because if it was just to rub my nose in the fact that you've somehow got Charlie as well as Connor in your little entourage, then we've got a bit of a problem…'
Charlie turned around, keeping one hand on Bass; she hoped it was going to be ok but honestly didn't know how it was all going to go down; maybe this had been a huge mistake, in which case she'd have to have a word or three with Jeremy… She sighed, and then there was Miles, standing a few feet away in worn jeans and a long leather duster, looking tired…his hair mussed, cheeks unshaven, eyes narrowed and a bit bloodshot, his mouth in tight line… 'Hi Uncle Miles…' she smiled brightly…'thanks for coming…'
His expression didn't change much, maybe there was the faintest hint of a smile, but at least he looked at her…'Hi kid…' Then he turned back to Bass…'what did you do to her, Bass…?' he moved forward a little, his eyes harder…'I know you…what did you do…?'
Charlie could feel Bass tense up even more behind her and she moved between them, keeping hold of Bass' hand… 'Miles…' He didn't look at her, the stubborn ass… She gritted her teeth…'Miles…' and he turned his head maybe an inch towards her, keeping his eyes on Bass, shit… She stepped forward, in his face… letting go of Bass…'Hey… I'm an adult, I've been making my own choices for quite a while now, and Bass hasn't done anything to me that I didn't want him to…'
Jeremy and the others were coming at a trot and she saw his eyes roll when he heard her say that… He came to a halt just behind Miles; Connor, Will and Scanlon just behind him… They all looked a little worried...
Something in Miles' eyes changed, he looked sad and somehow beaten…and she softened again… 'Miles, I'm in trouble…' His eyes flared up again and he looked from her to Bass, his hands clenched, shit again… It was her turn to roll her eyes this time…' not that sort of trouble, dipshit…'
Everyone's eyes landed on her, startled, and Bass choked off a sort of laugh behind her… she sighed heavily… 'Miles, someone's been trying to kill me and Duncan asked Bass to be my bodyguard…'
'She did what?' he looked thunderstruck… 'Why would she do that? That's like asking a cat to look after a bunch of fucking canaries and asking it to make sure no one eats them, fuck…'
Charlie's head went up, her eyes stormy…'First off, Miles…I am not a canary; and second, Duncan said that Bass was the best, and I think she's right…'
'The best at what?' Miles took a step towards her, his voice getting louder…' It looked to me like he was too busy feeling you up to be guarding you from anything'
Bass tried to take Charlie's arm but she shook him off and shaped up to Miles… 'What I do with Bass is none of your business, Miles…'
Jeremy stepped forward into the line of fire… his right hand making a series of 'T's on his left… 'Hey, hey, hey…Time out guys…fucking time out…ok?' he looked from Charlie to Miles…'you and Miles… you're as bad as each other…' he swung round to Bass who had just opened his mouth to say something…'and you can shut the fuck up too…'
Charlie was startled into looking at Jeremy… damn, he looked like he meant it; she shut up along with Bass and waited for more as he took a deep breath…
He let the breath out through his teeth… 'I've had next to no sleep, I'm really hungry because we didn't get to have a proper dinner or breakfast because someone' and he looked meaningfully at Bass…'got us shot at and nearly blown up' he swung around and glared at Will, who backed away, his hands up… 'And to top it all off, Strausser forgot to get us any fucking coffee. So will everyone please put their balls back in their pants and remember that in the last 24 hours, Charlie has been targeted by this bastard in two separate locations. And just by the way' and he glared at Bass again… 'You purposely left a trail so that whoever it is could find us and we are standing out here in the open arguing about fucking canaries…' he crossed his arms, gun sticking up over one shoulder, breathing hard…
Miles was suddenly, somehow different – like someone had turned a switch on… 'You're serious about all this aren't you…'
Jeremy nodded…'damn right…'
'Ok…' Miles nodded, then exchanged a long look with Bass… and his face softened a little, not a lot, but maybe the beginning of something… He nodded again, then quietly…'Let's get Charlie inside the house, and you can fill me in properly'
Connor lifted a hand…'hey, I don't want to interrupt anything but…does anyone else hear a car coming?'
Scanlon nodded…'coming fast too…'
Suddenly Charlie found herself lifted into the air between Miles and Bass and shunted down behind Jeremy's SUV against the back wall of the garage, Bass on one side of her, Miles on the other… and somehow both of them had guns, Miles holding a shotgun in a one handed easy grip and Bass with a handgun pointed up towards the gate and she had absolutely no idea where either of the guns had come from… She started to raise her head, trying to see what was happening in the driveway but a large hand came from either side of her and pushed her down again, more or less gently… 'Hey…' she protested…
'Stay down, Charlie for fuck's sake…' Bass hissed…
Miles leaned out around the car to check where the other men were; 'Jeremy's off to the left with Connor, who's looking good by the way, Bass, thank you… Will and Scanlon are off to the right – Jim's not here, he headed off to town to get the coffee just as I arrived, and that's not his car…' he swung back…'So what the hell have you got yourself into Charlie?'
Bass checked his sights…'Someone's been sending creepy letters to Charlie at the station, then possibly the same someone took potshots while we were at a restaurant trying to draw him out….'
Miles huffed…'so your nifty plan worked then, to draw him out I mean…'
Bass threw a look at him 'yeah, except he sent a stooge… then early this morning he sent a forty mill grenade into my bedroom at the hotel we were staying in…'
Miles looked from Bass to Charlie then back again, his face very calm…'which obviously and I suppose thankfully, you weren't in at the time…'
Charlie frowned up at him… 'Would you rather he was blown up, Miles?'
He gazed at her, his eyes inscrutable 'I might need some time to think about that…'
She gave him her best smirk… honestly, he was worse than her dad, or Duncan…
Then, with the complaining rumble of a high powered engine forced to a walk, then a stop… the shiny red nose of a sports car came to a halt just outside of the gates at the end of the driveway…
Charlie stuck her head up a little, she could just see through the windows of Jeremy's SUV and the car outside the gate looked very familiar… Then she saw Will and Scanlon running towards the gates, staying in the cover of the trees along the right side of the drive, one covering the other as they moved, their guns held openly in front of them. Jeremy and Connor were doing the same on the left, darting quietly and efficiently from one lot of cover to the next…
She suddenly realized who the car belonged to and bounced up yelling out 'Hey, don't shoot… that's Duncan…' she swung round to Bass 'it's ok, it's Duncan's Porsche…' she started to get up but the hands came back and she was squished down again…'Will you both please stop doing that…?' it was starting to get really annoying how they were ganging up on her…
Miles crouched down next to her…'Charlie, it might be Duncan's car but there are two people in it…' his voice was a harsh whisper in her ear…
Charlie looked again… and Miles was right, she could see the outline of two heads in the front seat, but it was too far away for her to see who they were… She stayed down without any more protests, but peered up as high as she could through the SUV windows to see what was happening…
Jeremy and Will had reached the gates and had flattened themselves out against the tall stone gateposts, the driver's and the passenger doors of the Porsche started to open…
Bass ran over to Baby and opened one of the storage compartments, pulling out a small pair of field glasses, he hurried back and settled back beside Charlie, lifting the glasses to his eyes; his shoulders sagged… 'You have got to be kidding me…'
Charlie reached for the glasses but Miles got to them first… she scowled and crossed her arms, sulking…
'Who's that with Duncan, Bass?' Miles chuckled looking up at the car, and an eyebrow lifted…'she looks like she could be pretty deadly with a mobile phone or a fashion magazine…'
Bass sighed heavily, 'looks can be deceiving Miles… her name's Penny, and she's Charlie's PA…'
Charlie grinned, delighted…'hey…'
He shrugged …'she's very efficient actually and makes really good coffee' he looked sideways at Miles… his lips twitching…'she might help put Jeremy in a better mood…'
Miles passed the glasses back to Bass…'it might take more than coffee, I haven't seen him that pissed for a while… well I couldn't see anyone else in the car with them so I guess we can let Charlie out again…' he looked down at her 'Stay close though, Charlie, ok? Someone could have followed them out here…'
Bass huffed…'There's no room for anyone else in that fucking car – unless they're really, really tiny, but stay close like he said Charlie, just in case…' He stood up, reaching a hand down to help Charlie up as well… He shook his head 'It's starting to feel pretty crowded round here…'
They walked around to meet the car, Charlie sandwiched between the two of them…
The gate slid open, Duncan and Penny got back into the car and it rumbled inside the gates and downwards towards them… the four men following behind...
Not bothering with the garage, Duncan came to a halt at the front of the house, opened her door and got out of the car in one lithe movement, rolling her shoulders out to loosen them up… She was in black from head to toe, looking slim and very fit in ponte pants, a long sleeve tee and a leather vest - with gorgeous over the knee boots… Her hair was in loose, glossy waves and she looked younger although still as elegant… 'Don't any of you people answer your phones…?' she demanded… Then she saw Miles… her eyes flickering from him to Bass then back, assessing the situation… 'Hello Miles, how are you doing?'
Miles shrugged… 'Oh, you know, keeping distillers happy, the usual…'
She held his eyes for a moment longer…'it's good to see you…' her lips curved in a little smile…'don't really know why though, last time we met you blew me off…'
He looked back at her, 'Sorry about that… It wasn't a good time…'
She nodded, agreeing…'No, it wasn't…it's ok...'
Penny emerged from the other side of the car, frowning, eyes panicked… her multi colored dreads swinging around her face; she was dressed all in black too, although more Gaultier, circa Fifth Element… 'There's zero reception out here Duncan…zilch, nada, nothing, I can't get onto anyone or anything…' she spotted Charlie…'Hi sweetie…' she switched her gaze to Bass then went back for another look at Charlie, her eyes glinting knowingly, a dimple suddenly appearing above the curving, full lips… 'Looking good guys…' then she turned back to Duncan, smile disappearing, her shoulders slumping ... 'we've gone back to the stone ages out here…'
Jeremy and the others arrived, Jeremy panting a little 'I'm going inside to get something to eat, feel free to join me when you've all finished chatting, out here in the open, with the canaries…' he turned on his heel and headed for the back of the house…
Will Strausser and Scanlon exchanged long-suffering glances and followed him.
Bass lifted his head, calling out to them as they went 'Hey, could one of you go on the roof as look out please? I'll send Jim to relieve you once he gets back…'
Will lifted a hand, thumb up…
Connor took one look at the new arrivals, raised an appreciative eyebrow, grinned at Bass, put his gun back in its shoulder holster, smiled and nodded at Duncan then went straight round to Penny's side of the car, holding a hand out to shake…'Hi, I'm Connor Monroe…' He was a lot taller even with her in her high boots, his dark eyes gleaming; dark scruff outlining a clean jaw, laughing mouth and great cheekbones, shoulders broad in a slate grey leather jacket, long legs in blue jeans and cowboy boots….
Penny turned, looked him up and down, then smiled up at him…'Wow… I'm Penny, I was going to ask if there were any more around like him and here you are, fate is kind…' she turned to Charlie… 'You won't need me for a little while will you, Charlie?'
Charlie mutely shook her head…
Penny smiled up at Connor…'Then maybe Connor can show me round this lovely, stone age house?'
He grinned down at her, hooking an arm through hers and turning her towards the house, 'I'd be happy to, there's a roof garden, a heated pool and gym, a home theatre and eight bedrooms…'
'Eight bedrooms?' her voice got softer as they got further away…
Duncan looked down, her eyebrows rising up and her mouth twitching… 'Whoa, the apple didn't fall far from this particular tree, did it...'
Charlie looked up at Bass; he had a strange expression on his face, a mix of fatherly pride and profound embarrassment… she tried to hold back a smile but found that she couldn't…
Miles cleared his throat, 'Now that we've got rid of everyone… was there any special reason that you and the little PA came haring out here, Duncan, or were you just taking the Porsche out for a walk?'
Duncan grinned…'my Porsche could take your little scooter out any day of the week, Miles Matheson…'
He narrowed his eyes, the corners of his own lips tilting a little and tipped his head towards his bike... 'Then you obviously haven't seen the size of my little scooter…'
She smirked…'It doesn't look any bigger than your last one, Miles, but you never know, maybe you've got better at riding…'
Charlie looked from her boss to her Uncle…. Were they actually flirting? Her grin got wider…
Duncan took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly… 'Seriously though, when we couldn't raise any of you by phone or email, I thought I'd better come out and tell you myself… Penny offered to come along for the ride – and to see how you were going of course, well, before she met Junior Monroe…' she looked over at Charlie, then up at Bass… she grinned again, 'They arrested Tom Neville this morning, just after you left town…'
Bass let out a laugh…'Way to go…' he shook his head…'how'd they get him?'
'They found a partial print on the rifle he left behind… matched it to one on file from the time he beat up on that guy at the gym…'
Charlie just stared at her, feeling a bit mixed up, she was relieved that she and Bass wouldn't be shot at or blown up anymore, but she wouldn't need a bodyguard either would she, damn…
Miles frowned…'Are you talking about the insurance guy, that Tom Neville, the boxer?'
They all nodded…
He looked confused…'Why is he trying to kill Charlie? Does he blame her for the weather or something?'
Duncan walked over and put her arm through his…'Come inside Miles… and I'll tell you all about it…' she grinned back over her shoulder at Charlie and winked as she steered Miles to the house…'Bass and Charlie have had a very busy night, getting nearly blown up and all... I think they might need a bit of time out…'
Bass watched them go, putting his arm around Charlie and pulling her close… 'She might be just what he needs, Charlie…'
She leaned against him, snaking her arms up around his neck, stretching up against him, her breath heaving out in a sigh… 'I thought you and Duncan had a thing…?'
He reached down and kissed her, his lips warm and firm on hers… 'We did once, a long time ago, and it was just for fun, we both knew that that's all it was… she sort of had a thing with Miles first though, before me and after he and Emma split up; it all got a bit messy and then when I found out about Connor, things got even messier…'
Charlie looked around…'You've done really well though, this place is lovely…'
He nodded proudly…'There was some money from my folks, and I'd made some of my own, investments and so on, so I bought this place and did it up… The guys helped out a lot and we use it as a home base most of the time… Everyone's got their own room here; they stay when they want to, or if I need them for a job… Connor's been great, he's taken courses, made some money of his own…' he swept a hand out at the gardens, 'he did the landscaping, worked with what was here already and I'm really happy with how it turned out…' He smiled down at her, his eyes their wicked blue again…' Hey, would you like to see the pool house?'
She grinned… 'Does it have a lock on the door…?'
He squeezed his arms, lifted her up a little then letting her slide down again…'yeah…' He took her hand and led her along a hedge lined path going behind the house to a stone walled building, reaching up to a ledge above the heavy wooden door and retrieving a key. He unlocked and opened the door, walking in behind her, locking the door behind them… he paused for a minute by an alarm keypad set into the wall beside the door, keying in a code…'I'm just letting Jeremy know where we are' he grinned…'we don't want anyone sending out search parties…'
There were shelves stacked with white towels, robes, guest slippers and other assorted supplies on the wall to their right and a door to the left. Bass pulled a couple of towels and robes from the shelves and opened the door into the pool room…
Charlie walked in and gasped in delight…'Bass, this is fantastic…' she looked around at the white, turquoise and sea shades tiles of the big pool, steam rising lazily from its surface… The tiles continued around the walls and up, giving the impression of a large airy space although there were no actual windows, narrow ventilation vents lining the walls just under the roofline. Comfortable lounge chairs were set along the sides of the pool, with little tables for sitting and relaxing… She looked up and the blue of the sky was clear and beautiful through an enormous skylight that ran the whole length of the room and almost half of its width, a leadlight pattern of the moon, stars and planets holding the panes of glass in place… 'Wow…it's beautiful…' she tailed off and was quiet…
Bass already had his jacket off, hanging it on one of the hooks set into the wall by the door… then he started working on his shirt buttons…'This is what clinched the house for me, I like to swim all year round, and it gets pretty cold here in winter, it's a salt water pool too so there's no chlorine smell…' he looked over at her… 'Hey, Charlie…' he looked a little closer…'what's wrong?'
She smiled and walked over to him, running her hands up his chest and spreading the shirt out over the broad shoulders, pressing a kiss against the smooth skin above one of the bronze coins of his nipples… 'Nothing…'
He sighed…'it's not nothing…' he put a finger under her chin and lifted it so she had to meet his eyes…
Charlie bit her lip… his eyes were gentle on her, and they somehow picked up the blues from around the room and the sky, filling with the light until they looked somehow otherworldly… 'I think I'm just feeling a bit strange after the last couple of days…It's been pretty intense' she took a deep breath…'and I guess I won't need a bodyguard now, will I…'
He dropped a kiss on her lips then leaned back… 'A body like yours will always need guarding…' he met her gaze again…'but Charlie, I'd like to stick around until you tell me to go, even if I'm not your bodyguard…' he framed her face with his hands 'and I promise that this hasn't been just a thing for me, that I would like it to be much more… but it's up to you, and there's no hurry, ok…?' he smiled… 'Take it easy…'
She nodded…'ok…' then she stepped back, easing out of her jacket and hanging it up on the hook next to his, then, holding his gaze, she undid the button and zip on her jeans, sliding them down under her belt… making sure that it stayed where it was, then she reefed her tank top over her head, hanging it up too, her bra going the same way…
He grinned, undoing his own buttons, his cock springing free, already hard and waiting…'you don't know what that belt does to me Charlie…' he stripped his shirt off, tossing it over another hook then wrestled his boots off, the jeans following closely behind… Then, gorgeously naked, he bent down to undo the straps on her boots…
Charlie looked down at the golden brown curls and broad strong back bent in front of her and leaned forward, her hands stroking gently down over the broad shoulders…and picking up one foot, she let him pull one boot off then the other…feeling his hands stroke up her legs to the loose material around her hips, then grasping that he pulled her jeans down, off one leg, then the other until she stood there dressed only in her chain belt… Bass still on his knees in front of her…
He put his lips to the sensitive skin just above her knee and kissed there, running his tongue in little circles until ripples of sensation ran to her clit and up to her nipples, pulling them tight… He gradually worked his way up until she was gasping, her breath coming in little pants… then when he reached her pussy he ran his tongue along the crease between her legs, parting the folds just a little…his tongue and lips exploring familiar places and dipping in then withdrawing, teasing and tempting so that her hips followed his lips in helpless wanting… Then he ran his hands up the back of her legs to the cheeks of her ass and spread his fingers out, squeezing and pulling her towards him, licking and plunging his tongue into her hot wetness…until she gasped again, her fingernails digging into the skin of his back, leaving trails behind them, not breaking the skin but just enough to make him gasp and suck harder on the delicate folds at her centre, the little nub and ridge of her clit, his hands press harder on her ass, digging in and holding her harder and closer until it was so wonderfully enough and her whole body spasmed in a helpless rhythm as her orgasm hit, her breath coming in hoarse pants, her knees collapsing against the solid strength of his body in front of her and her hair falling around him like a honey colored waterfall…
Bass ran his hands up her back, his thumbs circling under her breasts…stroking forwards, following the firm curves up to her nipples, gently circling them…
Charlie's head dropped back as she stretched her arms up, leaning forwards into the loop of his arms, his mouth moving up and over her belly, then higher as he got to his feet, his heavy cock brushing against her with a hard, lovely promise…
Bass smiled down at her, his eyes hazy with desire and intention…then he bent down and lifted her into his arms, walking to the edge of the pool…carrying her down the steps into the warm water that smelled of the sea, clean and clear…
The water touched her ass and she giggled…as it invaded her every curve and hollow, the surface lapping at her skin in warm, sweet ripples and as they got lower she felt warm and light, her body held up both by Bass and the water… As he got to the bottom of the steps, she was floating, buoyant and delighted…
Bass walked them to the corner, Charlie floating her head back in the water, feeling the warm currents playing in her hair, floating tendrils off on their own journeys… she looked up at his face…the lovely angles and curves of jaw and lip, the eyes that seemed part of the sky further above them, little tiny clouds floating in the blue, the hard muscles and defined abs wet and shining, the water making him look like something elemental… Little wavelets breaking against the shores of his skin as he walked her through the water…
He leaned her carefully against the rounded tile rim of the pool and lifted her legs so that they were around his hips, the broad head of his cock brushing her entrance, finding and pushing his way into the welcoming space within her, filling her up with him, stretching her out around him… He smiled down at her, his eyes half closing as he pushed in, his lips relaxed, then tightening, the tip of his tongue dipping out and pressing into his bottom lip as he moved in and out, in and out…
Charlie didn't know if she had ever felt so completely relaxed but so completely centered in her body... They were moving so slowly together, but it felt as though every nerve in her core was being stroked and every inch of her skin massaged by the water and by him moving inside her. The wonderful sensations built slowly higher and higher…until they were moving faster and faster, the water slapping at their sides, her legs crossed at the ankles behind his back, holding him closer, harder, tighter…until finally he surged in and held them together, emptying himself inside her as she felt a hotter stream inside than the water outside… and she held him as close as she could, her breath as ragged as his, both of them held up by the water…
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Outside the property, in the woods just away from the dirt drive behind the high stone wall and the iron gates that were the first defense for the house, a figure, dressed in ordinary walking gear, the face mostly hidden by a floppy sun hat, bent down and made some adjustments to a small piece of equipment on the ground. Then he – or she, it was difficult to tell stepped back, took out another piece of equipment from a backpack and flipped a switch. The object on the ground lifted off the ground, hovering in place while the figure made a few more adjustments, then it rose higher and higher until it was flying higher than a crow would fly, almost invisible against the blue of the sky…over the stone wall and towards the house.
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AN: Hi there and thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this… I'm sorry for the wait for the update too, next one shouldn't be as long (I hope, there are always pesky things like work and life that need doing aren't there …) cheers, Magpie