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 7…
Bass and Charlie finally left the pool house, the thought of food luring them out of the water and they were heading back up to the main building by the path through the woodlands at the back of the house. Charlie was humming the opening bars to her morning show as she rubbed a towel through her hair to help dry the thick strands and she walked with a loose, relaxed stride, in time with her humming, the warm, salty water and their lovemaking working like magic on her muscles, not to mention her state of mind and she felt mellow and peaceful…
Bass smiled down at her as he walked alongside, then suddenly stopped, taking her arm and pointing their joined hands towards an especially lovely view through the hedges to the lake…'Look over there, Charlie… Connor worked out the design for the hedges himself, he checked out views of the lake and worked out how to make the best of them from different parts of the garden…' he brought her hand up to his lips, kissing the fingers…'and that's one of my favorites…'
Charlie leaned back against the muscled strength of his tall body and studied the view – and it was lovely; the hedges and the top of the stonewall dipped lower as they followed the slope of the hill down and the hedges were trimmed to frame a picture postcard view of the little town in the harbor below the bluff. The masts of boats at their moorings waved gently to and fro with the light swell, brightly painted hulls reflecting in rippled colors in the water… The white painted walls, tiled roofs and bright bunting of the shops and cafes that bordered the harbor looked cheerful and prosperous, the rocks and stretches of beach shining golden in the sun, pretty and inviting against the hazy green of the hills rising behind them; views of the peninsula spreading out into the distance… She looked up at the shining blue eyes in the handsome face…'You're really proud of him aren't you?'
He nodded…'He's a good kid, talented too… he's just opened his second exhibition of photographs at one of the local galleries and one of his short films is on the list for Cannes…'
'Wow…' Charlie was impressed, Penny had liked him too, which was no mean feat actually - her PA didn't usually go for guys that quickly… she was sad for Miles though, he'd lost Connor and Bass in one go and she hoped that the three of them could find some way to make up… Maybe having him here now would help? Maybe some good would come out of all this for them as well as for her; after all she'd met Bass and had some of the most exciting days and nights of her life, so far anyway…
The sun was warm on her head and shoulders and Charlie shook the towel free, hanging it over her arm…ruffling her hair with her other hand and shaking her head to loosen the strands…
Bass pulled her back against him, his arms wrapped round her waist, his chin resting against her cheek and they stood there, just enjoying the view and the sun shining down through the leaves of the trees and shrubs around them, a light breeze stirring the top branches of the taller trees, birds moving and calling in the trees and somewhere there were bees humming…
Charlie sighed and pressed closer…'It's so lovely here, it's like the rest of the world doesn't exist…'
He nodded, his head bent down to hers, his scruff gently rubbing against the side of her face…' I spend as much time up here as I can, there's a path down from the bottom of the garden to a little inlet and we've got a boat moored down there. I go fishing or just for a cruise on the lake whenever I get the chance…' he pulled his head back and looked down at her…'Hey…do you like boats?'
She twisted her top half round and pressed a kiss to the hollow at the base of his neck, feeling the strong pulse thudding gently against her lips, then lifted her eyes to meet his…'I love boats…' she smiled up at him 'I used to dream of living on a houseboat, in the everglades…' the smile broadened out into one of her wide grins 'well I did until they sent me to do a program there and I got to feed the alligators' she shuddered, feeling his laughter vibrating in his chest…
'There are no alligators in Lake Michigan, Charlie, I promise…'
The bees seemed to be getting louder and she looked around for them… She loved honey but didn't particularly like the idea of lots of bees up close…'Do you have bee hives around here though?'
Bass frowned…'a guy down the road has some but I'm not sure that it's bees, it's too high up, sounds more like a …' The sound was getting louder and closer… his eyes went up, searching above the tops of the trees…'a drone; what the fuck…?' He twisted round, taking one of Charlie's hands and pulling her behind him into a dead run, pebbles from the path skittering up from their boots… 'Run, Charlie…'
The buzzing got closer and louder, but they were almost at the door to the glass room that ran almost the whole width of the back of the house and Bass could see figures moving around inside…
Suddenly there was the sound of a shot from the roof above their heads and behind them somewhere up in the tops of the trees something exploded, sending scorched leaves, small branches and sparks flying… Seconds later a small fiery object spiraled down, landing in a little heap of broken, melted fragments almost exactly where they'd been standing moments before…
There was the sound of excited, angry voices from inside the house; the glass door slid open with a thump and Miles came rushing out… 'Hey… what's going on, Bass?'
Bass gave Charlie a quick kiss then gave her a little push inside where she fell into Miles' arms just as he was heading out…
He met Miles' hard and angry gaze with one of his own, his eyes blazing blue…'Will just shot us a carrier pigeon, Miles, want to go find the bastard who sent it…?'
Miles set a wide eyed, panting Charlie on her feet inside the door and nodded, a grim smile curving his lips…'I heard the shot…was just coming to ask you the same thing…' He turned without another word, reached around Charlie to pick up his shotgun from the rack just inside the door, stepped back out and the two men ran together towards the garage…
Scanlon came running, a set of car keys in his hand, Jeremy just behind him, both men following the other two out the door…
'Will spotted someone in the woods just before he potted the drone, due north of the first bend in the road…' Jeremy shouted out, buckling a shoulder holster in place as he ran 'Guy must have a vehicle hidden somewhere on one of the fire trails…'
Bass yelled back over his shoulder… 'Stay in the house, Charlie; and tell Connor to call the local cops…'
Charlie stared after them, stunned by the speed that things had happened…starting at the sudden roar of the two motor bike engines and the lesser growl of the SUV, the skittering sound of wheels on the granite drive and the almost deafening quiet as they vanished up the drive and away…
She turned around; Duncan was just behind her… a frown line creasing between her brows. She looked out at the fallen drone and reached out for Charlie's towel… 'I'm going to have a look at that thing…' she headed for the door then turned back…'stay here Charlie? Please? Just in case? I'll have a look and I'll come right back…' and she was gone, Charlie watched through the windows as she cautiously approached the drone, bending down, her hand covered by the towel, carefully moving the parts around…
Connor and Penny skidded together into the tiled entrance to the sunroom, nearly tripping over the step down, stopping just in time, their clothing a little mussed and Penny without any lipstick, her eyes hazy…
Connor took the step with a jump, reaching a hand out to help Penny down, then he leaned the other hand on the table, catching his breath…'Will said he shot down a drone…? He's staying on the roof as lookout and Jeremy said I was to stay with you till they got back…' He looked around the room, his dark eyes a little anxious 'Do you think we should all move back into the house? The theatre doubles as a bomb shelter and this room's a bit, you know… full of glass?'
Penny nodded vigorously…'that's such a good idea, Charlie, glass and explosions…. so not good, also bad people can see in through glass…' her eyes scanned the windows from left to right and back again, then up at the glass paned ceiling… 'I mean where there's one drone there could be more of them couldn't there?'
Charlie felt as though she was in a movie… she shook her head to clear it… 'Connor, where's the phone?'
He turned to her, the shape of his head reminding suddenly her of Bass…God she hoped they were being careful; he'd already been wounded once…
'You mean the landline?'
She nodded… 'Yeah… unless you've got a better idea…'
He shook his head…'mobile reception's really bad out here – there's a spot out near the tennis court that's not too bad and there's internet connection if you want to use our computer…'
'Bass said to stay in here…' she was getting impatient…'and he said you should call the cops…'
He blinked…'Oh, sorry, there's a handset in the hall, I'll go get it…' and he ran back the way he'd come in… 'Back in a sec…'
Penny watched him go then sucked in a breath…'This is all so weird…'
Connor came back with the phone…'It's beyond weird… this guy's seriously twisted…'
Penny chewed her lip…'maybe it was a photographer having a look around, trying to get pics of Charlie after what happened in the city? They wouldn't see much though, we've all been inside most of the time…' she shrugged and looked over at Charlie…'well, except for you and Mr. Monroe…' then she frowned… 'But how would they know you were here, unless… unless someone told them…?' her eyes flew to Charlie's 'I didn't tell anyone Charlie, I didn't know where we were going till we got here…'
Charlie thought for a moment, her blood going cold; Duncan had made sure that some people did know, like Julia Neville… She turned to Connor…'How good are the cameras on those things? I mean, could they take pictures through glass windows? And what happens to the images, are they stored in the camera or do they go online straight away?'
Connor shrugged, punching in a number, then putting the phone to his ear…'The equipment's pretty good on most of them – depends on what model it was but yes it probably could, and you could adjust the image anyway to make it clearer, compensate for the glass…' he listened for a moment… 'Line's busy, I'll try again in a few minutes…' he put the phone on the table and looked at Charlie, a frown growing on his face as he saw how worried she was…'Most of them send video straight back to the remote control which stores the data, although some of them are controlled by apps on a smart phone or tablet. Out here you'd have problems with that though, so I'm betting whoever it was had a radio controller and the video will be stored on that…' His lips curved into a smile, trying to be reassuring…'so if Dad and the guys get the controller that should be it…' the smile faded….'unless they've already saved the stuff to another device and uploaded them from that…'
Charlie stared at him, her heart pounding…'that's not making me feel any better, Connor…'
The door slid open then shut again as Duncan came back in, her hands holding the edges of the towel cradling the scorched and slightly pathetic remains of what looked a bit like a small longways helicopter with a bent and buckled camera attached to the bottom… She put the remains of the drone carefully on the long wooden table that ran down the middle of the room…'I'm sure as I can be that we're ok, I can't see anything that might blow up that hasn't already, and the camera's broken…'
Connor peered down at it… 'It's a bit hard to make out the model, but it looks like its radio controlled…' he poked at the camera… 'They're not technically illegal for civilians, not yet anyway - as long as you fly them under a certain height, but it's definitely not considered polite to use them to spy on your neighbors…' he stepped away, moving back to stand next to Penny, who looked up at him, chewing her bottom lip, her eyes wide and worried.
Charlie felt a kind of sick horror building in her belly… what if someone had pictures of her and Bass in the pool, together, and what if they… it would be so, so much worse than the photos of Adam and his new girlfriend that had been posted online; she looked at Duncan and saw an echoed worry in her eyes…
Duncan came round the table and put an arm around Charlie, giving her a firm shake, the scent of her perfume floating up like a sweet cloud…'Hey…try not to worry, darling, I'm sure that Bass and Miles will find whoever it is…'
….
'Shit…' Bass pulled Baby into a screeching halt at the edge of the fire trail, Miles pulling up next to him… they'd searched in a fan pattern from where Will had said he'd seen the guy, without finding anything. He really hoped Jeremy had had better luck, he'd heard nothing from him yet though… He looked around again, eyes intent… the country round here was thickly wooded, it was like searching for the proverbial needle… 'I'm beginning to think that maybe he parachuted in…'
Miles put his binoculars up to his eyes…'Maybe he's just good at running and hiding, or just plain lucky….' he did a sweep of the trees in front of them…then suddenly swung back… 'Bass, 10 o'clock, about a hundred and fifty yards, and the bastard's still on foot…' he grinned, put the glasses down and pulled his shotgun out of its holster, peering down the sights…'Twenty bucks says I can bring him down from here…'
Bass studied the distance as a slow, harsh smile curved his lips and he met Miles' eyes, shaking his head slowly… 'Damn it… I am so tempted to take that bet, Miles…but I can't let you shoot him, not yet anyway, we need him alive' he grinned, 'Doesn't mean we can't have a bit of fun though; he's trespassing, whoever he is, and this is my land…' his grin got wider… 'So how about we just wind him up and scare the crap out of him instead?'
Miles' eyes narrowed and his grin became something feral and harsh…'I guess that'll have to do for now…'
They revved the bikes, moving off in unison towards the now fast running figure then swinging out separately and returning to cut off any escape, swooping in smaller and smaller circles round and round the panicking and dizzily swaying man…
Bass almost felt sorry for him, almost… He had the impression of wide, panicked brown eyes and light brown skin as the guy ran in one direction then the other, trying to escape but only managing to trip over something on the ground, landing full length, bits of undergrowth and soggy fallen leaves puffing up around him in little mushy fountains… He swung the big bike in close, a little bit too close if he was being honest, which he didn't exactly feel the need to be in the circumstances… turned the engine off and pulled out a flare gun, sending one up to give Jeremy their position…
Miles skidded to a stop on the other side of the guy, spraying more leaves and dirt up and over the figure huddled cowering on the ground, hands held up in surrender…
They both got off their bikes and walked over…
He was youngish, mid twenties and did good cower… Dressed in nice looking jeans, an expensive windcheater and a Michigan Wolverines cap that came off as he fell, he had a good looking, angular face, rich, light brown skin set off by dark eyes and a full, soft mouth… As his hands went up a leather Coach Messenger bag fell heavily to the ground beside him, tipping over onto its side; Bass was impressed, it was a nice bag, but then everything about their little catch politely yelled money…
The guy looked from him to Miles and back again, his eyes wild…'What the hell are you doing? Who the fuck do you think you are, fucking Sons of Anarchy?' his voice was as panicked as his eyes…
Miles got off his bike and walked over, his shotgun held loosely over his arm… 'Nah… We're just sons of bitches…' then he looked closer, a puzzled frown on his face… 'Hey, do I know you, kid? What's your name…?'
'Neville…' he stammered…'Jason Neville…'
Bass reached down for the bag…'He's the dirtbag who's been standing in for Charlie…' his eyes were hard as he looked at the man lying on the ground…'She thinks you're her friend, she even defended you, said you wouldn't do anything like this…' his eyes filled with disgust… 'Some friend, huh…'
Jason looked away, a red tide rushing up his cheeks…'It's not about her… it's about me…I really want that job, I worked hard for it…and I would have got it before, if it wasn't for her…' he huffed out a breath…'I thought she'd just, you know… leave, after the photos of Adam went up…' he looked back up at them then quickly away…'and when she didn't, then my Dad got involved, and things… things got a bit out of control…'
Bass' face became a mask, his eyes a stark, icy blue…'Things got a bit out of control? You think?' he went to one knee and the man shrank away…'Charlie could have been killed, you little prick…' He left the bag lying where it was and grabbed a handful of the front of the windcheater instead, hauling it up…
Jason's eyes bugged out as his torso hung from Bass' fist, his hands and feet flailing as he tried to keep some balance…
Bass leaned in closer, eyes narrowed and furious now…'Your fucking Psycho of a father tried to shoot her and when that didn't work he fired a damn grenade into her hotel room…' his voice was getting louder and harder…'and then you come here and send a fucking drone over my house, spying on us? What were you going to do, publish the videos this time…?'
Jason's face was a study in fear…
Miles put a hand on Bass' shoulder… 'Hey, Bass… cool it a bit, I think the kid's gonna faint…' he grinned although it went nowhere near his eyes…'and I want a turn with him before he does…'
Bass let go suddenly, giving Jason a push back down to the ground at the same time…
Jason's mouth opened in shock, his eyes wide and frightened as Miles glared down at him, bringing his shotgun round to the front so Jason could see it… 'Charlie's part of my family, Junior…and you don't get to mess with my family…' he lifted the gun to his shoulder, the barrel pointing somewhere in the region of Jason's crotch… 'So where do you want it? Leg or arm… I'll give you a choice' his eyes and hands were completely steady… and he smiled as though he was talking about the weather…'But I gotta tell you they both hurt like hell…'
Jason's bladder let go and a stain spread slowly over the front of his pants…
Jeremy's SUV pulled up in a clearing nearby and Jeremy jumped out…'Miles…' he trotted towards them… 'What the fuck? Put the gun down, Miles, right now… What are you thinking? You can't just go round shooting people in Wisconsin…' He slowed to a walk and tipped his head down to look at Jason… 'That is unless you've got a good reason…' his eyes were hard, and his grin was all teeth and bad intentions… He nodded at Miles and tipped his head towards the miserable figure lying at their feet….'and that looks like a pretty good reason to me…' he looked Jason up and down, then turned back to Miles… 'So are you going to hurry up and shoot him or can I give him a little tap first, maybe rough that pretty face up a little and see if make-up can fix him up in time for the morning show…?'
Miles shrugged, the shotgun never wavering…'I offered him a deal, arm or leg…' he shrugged again… 'He hasn't made up his mind yet…'
Jeremy leaned down over Jason and whispered behind his hand… 'Son, if I were you I'd go for the leg… hurts more but at least you can still wipe your ass without assistance…' he winked and stood up…
Scanlon climbed out of the car, took one quick look and reached back into the car for the first aid kit. He trotted over with a cheerful smile, carrying the box with the big red, cross…
Jason looked at them all in horror, a wild panic starting in his eyes…'You're all insane… you can't just let him shoot me…'
Jeremy's smile widened…'No? You're trespassing, and if you haven't noticed yet, there's no one else around for miles, we could do whatever we liked to you and no one would ever know….'
Bass reached across and opened the Messenger bag; inside there was a laptop and what looked like the controller for the drone… He pulled it out and showed it to Jason…'are your nasty little pictures still on this?'
Miles moved a little closer with the shotgun…
Jason nodded; little beads of sweat starting to form at the edges of his hairline… 'Yeah…Yeah….'
Bass put the controller down then reached for the laptop, opening it. The screen lit up… 'And have you saved the pictures to your laptop?'
Jason stared, his chest rising and falling with his breath…
Miles nudged his knee with the barrel of the gun… 'Answer the question…'
He nodded, face sullen…'Yeah…'
Bass tapped a few keys…'and there they are….' His lips twisted in a hard little smile…'lets just see if you've sent them anywhere yet…' He pressed a few more keys… and looked at the screen for a few moments…
Jason was breathing in harsh gasps, his eyes going between Bass and Miles with an occasional detour to Jeremy like he didn't know which was the worse threat, hands convulsively clutching handfuls of leaves…
Bass pressed a couple more keys and shut the lid; then he turned back to Jason 'you are one very lucky guy, do you know that?'
Jason didn't answer, his face sullen, eyes angry…
Bass put the laptop and controller back in the bag and tossed it a few yards away onto the hard and rocky surface of the dirt road…. He tut tutted… 'Such a shame that you dropped your bag while you were running off my property and we accidentally ran over it with our bikes…'
'What?' the eyes darted up…'You can't do that, they're mine….'
Miles ignored him, handing the shotgun to Jeremy who took it and sighted down the barrel, his eyes glinting and an eyebrow lifting as Jason's face creased in anger…
Miles and Bass walked over to their bikes and grinned at each other… Miles put a hand out in a sweeping gesture 'Ladies first…'
Bass flipped the ignition…'Hey… Baby's no lady…' he set off in a wide circle, leaves and sticks flying…'but she just loves going first…' He ran over the bag with a loud and satisfying crunch…
Miles brought his bike around in a sweeping curve and the tinkling crunch this time was equally satisfying…
Somewhere in the distance a police siren sounded, coming closer…
…..
A few hours later, Bass, Charlie, Miles, Duncan, Connor and Penny were sitting in the big lounge room of the main house nursing mugs of coffee and plates of food… A whisky bottle and glasses along with a couple of platters of cold meats, bread and cheeses and a big bowl of green salad stood on the wooden coffee table in the middle of the half circle of comfy, dark brown leather couches – it was way past time for lunch...
The police had not long left, taking all their statements, the remains of the drone, laptop and controller and a sullen, silent Jason with them, a lawyer paid by his mother advising him by phone not to say anything at all… and even though the Coach bag and its contents had been quite thoroughly flattened, there was enough evidence left to indicate that the items belonged together and as both the bag and laptop were monogrammed with Jason's initials there was no way he could deny ownership…
As soon as the Door County PD left, Scanlon had retired to his room elsewhere in the house and Jeremy had gone to get some rest too. Jim Hudson had arrived back not long after the police and relieved Will as lookout so that he could have some down time as well.
Duncan had been in contact with Julia and told her what Jason had said to Miles and Bass about his wanting Charlie's job… Julia had, quite predictably, denied any knowledge of either Jason's ambitions or actions although the fact that Jason could only realistically have known where Charlie and Bass had gone by Julia telling him was enough to make her very eager to appear compliant and cooperative; and to agree without argument when it was suggested that she take leave from her directorship of the station while things were sorted out…
'I don't think she'll be gone long though…' Duncan put the phone down, shaking her head…'that woman can and will slither out of anything if she gets the chance…'
Tom Neville was still in custody although Duncan had found out that Julia's legal team was doing its best to get him released on bail. It was possible that they'd succeed - although with Jason currently in custody as well, for a related reason, it seemed a little less likely. The station's legal team were arguing on Charlie's behalf that Tom was obviously mentally unstable and shouldn't be released until the risks he presented to Charlie and the rest of the community were evaluated properly…
Bass, Miles and the others had done their own evaluation and decided that they weren't going to take any chances… Charlie wasn't going anywhere for the time being.
Miles took a sip from his mug, frowned, put it on the table then reached down for a glass and poured himself a shot of whisky… 'I have to go and organize a few things, Bass, but I'll be back before nightfall…' He held the bottle up and glanced at Duncan, sitting beside him on their couch, his eyebrows raised in a question…
She picked up a glass and held it out for him to pour, then slammed the shot down…'I'm coming back too, Bass…'
Bass nodded…'Sounds good to me guys...' he leaned back against the comfy leather of the couch…'we can work out the sleeping arrangements later, there's a couple of spare rooms on the second floor…'
Duncan turned to Miles, seeing something in his eyes that made her smile…'Oh…don't worry about us, we'll work something out…'
He looked over at them…his lips twitching a little 'do you want early or late watch? Or would you rather share…'
Miles chuckled…
Charlie picked up a stick of celery from her plate and crunched off a bite… her gaze moving from her Uncle to her friend and boss…'Wow… I'm not sure if I feel reassured that you're all so eager to keep me safe or if I'm just an excuse for you guys to have a reunion party…'
Miles put his glass down, got up and came around to crouch down in front of Charlie, his dark eyes serious… 'Hey, Kid…' he took her hand in his big one…squeezing her fingers gently, 'I've sort of… been away… for a while but that doesn't mean I haven't kept track...' he sighed and looked up at her…'and if anyone tries to do anything that will hurt you, they'll have to go through me' he turned to Bass, a look of understanding passing between brown and blue eyes, then back to her '…as well as Bass, Ok?'
Charlie felt a lump in her throat that made it hard to speak… she nodded 'Ok, Miles…' She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, tight so he couldn't get away; she felt him tense up, then relax - just a little, and then he let his breath out in big sigh… she let him go…
He squeezed her hand one more time, then let go, stood up and turned to Connor…'I'll see you in a little while, kid…' he hesitated…'and by the way, I loved your photographs; you did a great job, I especially liked the one you did of the bridge at Sturgeon Bay…'
Connor looked up, his eyes wide… then he nodded 'that's one of my favorites too… Thanks…Miles…' his eyes were very bright…'I'll see you later…'
Duncan got up and went over to stand with Miles, almost close enough to touch…'I'll get going too… ' She lifted an eyebrow at Penny, who got up straight away although her hand trailed over Connor's thigh on the way up…
Connor followed, his eyes on Penny, a grin starting… 'I'll come see you all out…'
…
Bass heaved a sigh and stretched his arm out along the back of the couch…
Charlie shuffled across the seat and relaxed back against his chest, her head against his shoulder; pulling the arm around her and lacing her fingers through his, her ankles tucked up under her butt. She felt his heart beating under her cheek, his thigh, hard and muscled and so incredibly male under her knees. She glanced up at his face, so close to hers…
He turned and looked down at her, his eyes a calm, clear blue that she felt herself flying into… He brought his other hand up and ran a finger down over the contours of her face… the corners of his mouth lifted in the start of one of his wicked grins…
She slanted a grin back up at him…'what are you thinking about…?'
He trailed the finger down the side of her neck and further to the little valley between her breasts… 'I was just thinking that we hadn't had sex in an actual bed yet…'
She chuckled… 'We had sex with me bent over a bed…'
He shook his head…'doesn't count, at least one of you has to be lying on the bed for it to count as bed sex…' he sighed… 'So far we've had wall sex, couch sex, pool sex and side of the bed sex… but I don't think we've had proper bed sex'
Charlie sucked her bottom lip 'Do you think it's a such a good idea to have bed sex…?'
He lifted an eyebrow…
She laughed…'I didn't mean it like that…' she slid over and straddled his lap, her legs bent on either side of him…loving the feel of him, the warm strength of him… 'It's just that beds seem to get blown up when we're around…so we might be better off just having sex in other places…'
He chuckled… 'I love the way you think, Charlie…'
She leaned down, rubbing her breasts against his chest, her nipples perking up at the sweet friction… 'That's good…' she pressed a kiss against his lips while his hands roamed up over her ass and up under her hair… 'So where can we go then…?'
His laughter rumbled against her and he brought his hands around to circle her breasts…the thumbs and index fingers pulling gently on her nipples through her tank and her bra, making her squirm… He blew a little breath into her ear and a shiver of anticipation ran through her…'what do you think about gym sex…?'
She smiled…
…..
The gym was on the first floor and had everything… including a lock on the door that Bass slid shut. It was also an interior room and had no windows, which made it seem cozy and safe after the events of the last couple of days…
Charlie looked around… there were stations for weights and floor work, various treadmills, cross-trainers, punching bags and a sprung floor boxing ring… her eyes went back to the weight bench, a little bit higher than her waist, wide enough to lie on and sloping forwards and down…
Bass had gone to a tall set of shelves that took up most of the back wall, pulling out a couple of towels and robes, bringing them back and setting them down on one of the chairs at the edge of the room… then he came over and smiled down at her… a challenge in his eyes…
She licked her lips, so he was leaving it up to her to choose… She felt excitement pooling between her legs and her skin tingled remembering the feel of him from before… She went over to the chair and picked up one of the towels, taking it over to the weight bench and laying it down… Then she turned around and took off her jacket and boots, placing them neatly a little way away from the machine. His eyes were blown dark and moved over the contours of her body with an intensity that made her breath catch…
Her tank was next and her jeans, both folded neatly on top of her jacket and she stood there for a moment in her bra, panties and her chain belt. Then she reached behind and unclipped the bra, sliding it off her shoulders and tossing it onto the rest of her clothes…
Bass took a step towards her then stopped, his tongue restless on his lips, the heavy bulge of his cock pressing hard against the buttons of his jeans, he smiled…
Charlie took the edges of her panties between her fingers and slid them down over her hips, letting them fall to the ground… standing there in the chain belt, her hair falling in waves around her shoulders and down almost to her waist…She met his eyes and the look of hunger in them almost brought her undone …
Then she undid the belt… dropping it to the floor with a little jingle of chains, walked over to the weight bench and swung her leg over it, her knees bending and the fronts of her feet resting on the rubber tiled floor… she leaned forward feeling her ass rising into the air, then swung her head to look back at him over her shoulder, her hair falling like a bright curtain hiding him from view, she lifted a hand and flung it back...
He undid the buttons of his shirt and shrugged out of it…not taking his eyes off her as he slung it carelessly over a nearby piece of equipment, then he undid the buttons of his pants, sliding them down and letting his hard, heavy cock free…
Charlie looked at him, standing there like a beautiful dream of a man and felt her belly clench at the thought of him fucking her, coming inside her…
He walked slowly up to the back of the bench, the skin of his thighs brushing up against hers, the curling hair on them soft and rough at the same time, sending little shivers up and down her body… He ran his hands up and over her back and back down over the smooth skin of her ass and pressed his cock up between the spread of her cheeks… then he drew back and spread his hands over her, squeezing and spreading her out even more…'You look amazing like that Charlie…' he laughed low…'and I'll never be able to use that bench again without thinking of you, spread out over it…'
She smiled and stretched her arms out in front of her, the fine muscles of her back and shoulders rippling as she moved… she lifted her hips up, inviting him in…
He slid his fingers down, sliding one, then two into her hot centre… she was so wet that she could hear his fingers moving in and out of her… A lovely liquid sound…she heard his breath catch and felt her own breath speeding up, her heart pounding a rhythm of anticipation and need… She felt him place the head of his cock up against her opening and move in just a little… she turned around again and met his eyes; burning blue… she so loved how they did that…
He smiled at her then he plunged into her with one stroke, both of them gasping with the feel of it… he stayed there for a long moment, holding her eyes with his… then stroked in deep again, his hands hard on her hips, pressing her against the towel underneath…. He leaned forward 'hold on to the sides Charlie…'
She reached forward with both hands and held the edges of the bench, waiting for whatever came next…
Then he lifted her leg and suddenly he was even deeper, harder inside her with each stroke, somehow hitting parts of her that struck sparks and brought her closer and closer… she gasped and hung on…
He slowed down…'is it too much…?'
She choked out a laugh…'No, God no…keep doing it, please…?'
He laughed, a happy male sound… and then he somehow got his fingers around to her clit as well and after a few more strokes she broke apart around him in golden, sparkling pieces, feeling him letting go too, his hardness pulsing against her centre until they were both leaning boneless and breathless over the bench…
Bass slid down until his knees were on the floor, his cheek resting against the soft cheek of her ass… He pressed a kiss against it… then he lifted his head…'hey, Charlie…?'
'Yeah…?'
'Listen…'
Charlie lifted her head up just a little…'what is it, Bass...? I can't hear anything' Then he smiled against her ass cheek, she could feel his lips move… bastard…
'That's just it, nothing exploded; no one shot at us, nothing bad happened…'
Charlie reached behind her with a still boneless arm and patted him on the head…'you're right… but lets not tempt fate… so maybe we could try the cushions next?'
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AN: Hi and thanks so much for reading… and it's not finished yet even though I didn't leave anyone hanging over a cliff! I hope I wasn't too mean to Jason – I needed him to be bad in this story though… anyway, hope to see you at the next chapter cheers, Magpie