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… Oh, there is smut…quite a lot actually because they really liked the gym - then things explode… Cheers, Magpie
A thousand eyes
Chapter 8… 'Anywhere but the b.e.d… '
Charlie lay back against the towels and cushions that they had scattered over one of the large floor work mats in the gym, feeling wonderfully and thoroughly fucked but looking forward to much, much more… She looked down at the man responsible and sighed happily; he was well worth looking at…
Bass was kneeling between her legs, arranging them carefully and gently on the cushions to give him the best view; he looked totally focused… He was also gorgeously and unselfconsciously naked, the dark blond curls, moustache and scruff giving him a piratical air, the broad shoulders, heavy with defined muscle, tapering to a tight waist, the washboard abs rippling down to slim hips and lean, muscled thighs dusted with blond hair, the knees, calves and strong feet carelessly and elegantly bent underneath him... And in between the thighs, the long, thick shaft of his cock with its rounded, heavy head lay slightly curved against one of his thighs, cushioned by the neat, compact ovals of his balls, all nestled in a triangle of neatly trimmed, light brown curls… she smiled, totally enjoying the moment…
His hands were roaming over her legs, fingers stroking over her skin as though he couldn't feel her enough and his eyes were hazy as they roamed over the lush and lusciously curved body splayed out in front of him…
Bass looked up at her, a brow lifted in mute query, lips curving into one of the wonderfully wicked grins that sent little electric sparks of anticipation shooting down from the top of her head to her clit, it was amazing how his smiles could do that just on their own…
She met his gaze, lifted her brow just a little and widened her grin out… it was another amazing thing, but they seemed to have found a way of communicating that didn't need words, just eyes and a few gestures… Because she knew that he knew exactly what she meant, that she was ready for another round… God, was she ready, she couldn't get enough of him, nothing felt better than to have him inside her, unless it was him eating her out, then she felt a little bit selfish because she hadn't returned the favor yet… She held his gaze, a promise in hers of more…
He spread her knees out a little wider, his hands gently trailing their way back from her feet, along her calves to the insides of her thighs, then down to the pink and well-kissed lips that framed her core, his long fingers parting them even wider to reveal the inner lips, shell curved and shining with their combined juices… The little ridge of her clit, its pearly tip peeking out from it's hood, was swollen with arousal; the darker pink centre at her core a sweet mystery, endlessly resilient, welcoming him in at each thrust of cock, tongue or finger then closing again on withdrawal; the rounded, sweet curves of her ass cheeks, swelling beneath them like fleshy cushions, the little pucker between them peeking out, winking a little as he spread her out even more… His tongue snaked out over parted lips, his face focused in a look of total lust and avid concentration and he tipped his head, blinking slowly then looked up at Charlie's face… 'You are totally fucking gorgeous, Charlie, and I love the way you just give everything to this…'
Charlie gazed back at him, her eyes dark blue pools; her mouth swollen, lips moist …'I love the way you do that too…'
He smiled…'Some things are worth giving all of yourself to…' he rose up, the muscles of his arms and shoulders flexing and releasing with his weight, then he slid back and down, breath catching as his cock, hard now, ready for her and acutely sensitive, brushed against the cushions…
Pulling one of the cushions under his chest, and keeping his own bluer than blue eyes on hers, he stroked his hands down along the skin of her thighs to the cleft between her legs, his fingers reaching then dragging slightly on the bare, sensitive skin of her pussy lips, making her gasp as the pull did lovely things to her clit… Then he ran his hands under her ass, lifting her a little and sliding another cushion underneath so that he could reach all of her with his lips and tongue; her belly and breasts rising above and away from him like someone's idea of the perfect landscape, strands of her hair sweeping like an artists brushstrokes around the lovely face, smooth shoulders and pink nipple tipped breasts…
Bass looked up at her face, feeling her eyes fixing on him with a smoky intensity that caught at his whole being and he knew somewhere in the deep waters of his soul that he had fallen harder and faster for this woman than he ever remembered falling before and he didn't care; he just hoped she felt even half the same way about him… For now though, he would just try to make things so good for her that she would never forget him, never want to leave his bed, or gym, whatever, wherever…
He leaned down and touched the tip of his tongue to her clit, snaking it around the little nub, feeling her gasp and her belly pull tight under his hands as he lowered his lips to circle her, sucking, licking and plunging his tongue into her warm depths… She tasted sweet and lightly musky, the tang of his own juices tickling his tongue and palate… seasoning on a feast…
He felt her breath coming faster as he played her with his lips and tongue, his fingers sliding around to her ass to bring her closer; her knees over his shoulders, her strong, dancer's legs flexing over his back, feet reaching for purchase so that she could lift her hips higher, giving him more of her… he smiled and dove in deeper, his tongue dipping lips deep into her hot, slippery core, thumbs playing in the cleft between her ass cheeks… stroking and dipping in and out with the moisture dripping down from his mouth and her pussy…
Her voice rose in gasping, panting moans that got faster and faster as he played her… and then she stiffened, her hands clenching on the cushions scattered around her, her clit pulsing against his lips, her centre pulsing, and he felt her coming like a force of nature…
He lifted himself up, his cock hard and aching for her and moved forwards, arching over her, carrying her knees with him, giving him total access, one arm holding his body arched over hers, the other reaching down between them to place the head of his cock at her entrance, hovering there, just inside her, moving in little circles, teasing both of them…
Charlie looked up at him and smiled at the look on his face of mixed satisfaction and urgent need, the echoes of her orgasm still rocketing through her… She ran a hand up over the taut muscles of his arm and up over the shoulder to the tight tendons of his neck, stroking up through the scruff, cupping his face… her eyes full of invitation and excitement…
Bass pushed a little further in, feeling her elastic walls give way to him, holding him tightly within her pulsing centre as her hips tilted up to get yet more of him… His eyes held onto hers, avidly watching the sensations moving through her, her eyes half closing, unfocused, then opening again as he slowly, slowly drove his cock deep into her… He brought his other arm round so that her knees were held up by both of his shoulders, letting him move in and out of her as hard and as deep as they wanted…
Then he bent his elbows… lowering down so that he could reach her lips; his cock buried completely within her now, all the way in, her body almost doubled on itself…and he held himself there, looking down into her eyes, his lips almost on hers… little tremors running through her walls as he moved in tiny circles, tiny movements in and out…holding her stretched out around him then pulling almost out, then fast back in, making her gasp, the muscles of her legs and butt tensing against him… he did it again, laughing low in his chest as her lips opened in a silent gasp, then it was his turn to gasp as she clenched her inner muscles around him… the extra pressure almost making him explode then and there…
He lifted a hand and took one of hers, then the other, stretching her arms out above her head, holding them there, bending his head down to nibble at her breasts, kissing a trail up to her lips, then lifting his head up again, pulling out then plunging back in…holding her at just the right angle for him to pick up the pace and drive in to her in a rhythm that had them both panting, and sweating...
Charlie's eyes were pupil blown and glazed, her lips opening wide, sucking in her breath, a shuddering moan coming from deep down inside her… her whole body tense and pulsing as another orgasm grew to an almost unbearable peak…
Bass felt his heart pounding, tension coiling, release so close… so he drove in deep, again and again, feeling the tension build and build between them until it burst that with an intensity that had him reeling and gasping for breath…
Their clasped hands straining together, Charlie's ankles locked behind his neck, holding him in while he emptied himself deep inside and the moan rose to a cry that he took into himself with a long sweet kiss…
Neither of them moved for a long, long moment…
Bass deepened the kiss, her lips opening like a soft prism to let him taste her tongue with his own… Then he slowly slid out of her, moving his body gently over and under until he lay next to her, holding her against him… their breaths and heartbeats gradually slowing, bodies relaxing into drowsy well-being…
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There was a shower in the corner of the gym – large enough for the two of them to fit at once, and they washed each other… with both of them sated, for now anyway, it was warm and tender and sweet, with long moments full of soft movements, slow glides of hands over giving flesh, fingers soaping through crevices and smooth contours, flesh sliding on flesh, skin over skin in hot, steaming streams of delicious water…
Charlie sighed and leaned against his tall, wet, warm body, wanting this to last forever, for everything else to just…leave them like this, together… She reached up and coiled her arms around his neck, the water streaming over both of them; and hugging close she pulled his willing lips down to hers, lost in sensations so real and all consuming that she didn't know what to call them… how to name what she felt…
Bass wound his arms around her, pulling her against him, every curve, sweep of muscle and toned leg or arm, every curling strand of water streaked dark honey hair finding its place, feeling as though it fitted perfectly… There were few words; they didn't need them… glances catching thoughts, breath hinting, touches affirming…
Eventually though, it was either stay forever… or go... He reached out a hand and turned the water off, pulling a robe off a hook on the wall and holding it out for her to put her arms in, then, both wrapped in toweling robes they walked out of the shower room…
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Charlie stopped at the door, looked around at the mess they'd made of the gym and whistled…'Wow…' she looked up at him, slanting a grin…'I'll pick up the cushions if you do the heavy stuff…'
Bass hugged her to his side and grinned back; they'd knocked over the weight bench which had toppled a nearby punching bag and there were cushions, towels, sponge blocks and exercise mats flung all over the centre of the room…'sounds like a plan…'
Getting dressed and tidying up was a matter of finding where things had been thrown, covered over or displaced…. Eventually though, Charlie found everything but her panties; which had somehow, somewhere disappeared… She was methodically moving cushions from one side of the room to the other, dressed only in her bra, tank top and chain belt…
Bass was watching and laughed, enjoying the view 'don't worry about it, Charlie, go commando…'
She turned around, blowing hair away from her face, hands on hips… 'If you think for one tiny minute that I'm leaving my underwear in here for one of you lot to find later, you're crazy…' she swung around again and kept searching, this time flinging cushions and sponge blocks into the large corner basket where they were kept…
Bass had found his jeans and shirt and was nearly finished doing up the latter although the sight of Charlie bent over, naked from the hips down was something he was finding it really, really hard to ignore and he was wondering if maybe no one would miss them if they stayed in here just a little longer, when she crowed in triumph, holding up the scrap of material… he groaned 'Damn it, Charlie…
She looked up at him, eyes still laughing bright, wriggling into her panties…'what?'
He walked over to her…trapping her arms where they were with his while he ran his hands down over the springy globes of her ass and down to the little roll of fabric, smoothing it up and into place over her hips, running a hand round to cup her fabric covered mound, then gently bringing it up to play with the rings on her belt…breathing out a heavy sigh…'You are very, very bad for my self-control, Charlotte Matheson…' he dropped a kiss on her upturned, slyly grinning lips… 'All I want to do is stay here and fuck you till neither of us can walk…'
Charlie's eyes glinted and her lips curved into a wider grin…'there are lots more places that we haven't had sex yet, Bass… including your bed' she kissed him back…
Suddenly somewhere nearby something exploded with a loud booming whump… and an alarm started to sound from the speakers at the corners of the room, echoes coming from outside…
Charlie paled, her eyes wide…'shit…maybe I shouldn't have mentioned the bed…'
Bass looked at her for a moment, a little frown creasing his brow, then he choked off a laugh and shook his head…'No way it's that…'
She stared at him… 'Well, you explain it then…'
He headed for the door, unlocking it and flinging it open, then turned back to her 'we can talk about the bed thing after we find out what exploded this time, Charlie, so put your pants on, ok?' he sighed… 'I can't believe I just said that…'
She shook her head, grabbed her jeans, pulling them up over her legs and yanking the zip up… Then carrying her socks and boots under one arm she followed Bass to the door, the alarms blaring in her ears…
Outside, Bass led her up the staircase to the first floor, his longer legs taking them two at a time… She raced up beside him, her bare feet light on the treads…
A chorus of angry and confused voices came from above them as Jim, Will, Jeremy and Scanlon started down the stairs from the roof lookout and rooms on the next two floors, and suddenly the alarms stopped… Bass looked up as he ran and yelled out… 'I'm fucking glad someone remembered there's an off switch…'
Jim's face appeared over the railing on the floor above… 'Sorry, Boss…I thought Jeremy was on it…'
Jeremy's head and shoulders appeared a little lower down… 'So is it my fault I wanted to make sure the house wasn't fucking falling down before I turned off the fucking alarm…?'
Will's voice came floating down 'So what blew up this time then if it wasn't the house?'
Bass reached the landing just before Charlie… the front door was standing wide open and Miles was standing on the step outside; he was looking at something in his hands…
Behind Miles and through the open door, they could see the large blackened crater that had taken the place of most of the knot garden at the front of the house… Dirt and debris was showered all over the drive and some of it had even landed on the wide stone steps leading up to the front door, dust was still settling and a cloud of grayish smoke roiled and hovered in the air above the crater, gradually dispersing in the afternoon breeze off the lake … Charlie felt Bass go rigid beside her and she looked up at his face; his eyes were hard, his mouth set in harsh lines, the hand not holding hers clenched into a fist…
'They fucking blew up Connor's knot garden…' Bass called up the stairs…
Jeremy arrived first, then Will, Scanlon and Jim, all four of them silently looking out at the ruined garden… Jeremy frowned… 'Shit… he'll be so pissed, he'd only just got it looking right…'
Miles hadn't moved, it looked like he was reading something…
Bass took a couple of steps towards him, still holding Charlie's hand…'Miles…?'
Miles turned towards them, his face set in harsh lines; he was still in the clothes he'd worn before but he was now covered in dust, a pen sized, orange high viz canister with a piece of light fabric hanging from it in one hand, a piece of rolled, creased paper in the other…
He looked at Bass, his eyes hard and angry, with something else deep in the dark gaze that made Charlie's heart leap into her chest…'Tom Neville escaped a few hours ago, Bass, it's all over the news…' he huffed… 'And on top of that, some idiot of a Magistrate let Junior Neville out after his Mom posted a crapload of bail…' he took a deep breath… 'I was getting some gas just this side of town and saw it on the guy's tv, so I came straight back out…'
He walked inside, the roll of paper held tightly in his hand… 'I'd just parked the bike and was coming in the back door when I heard another drone… only this one must have been something bigger, maybe a Predator? Something like that anyway… It flew high, way out of range, there's no way Jim could have gotten close…'
Jim nodded, his face grim… Bass looked over at him, his eyes flicking to the door… Jim nodded and went over, rifle held in both hands, then he ducked behind Miles and went out; 'Gonna do a sweep, guys, just in case…' Scanlon brushed past Jeremy and followed him out; Charlie saw the anger in their eyes and almost felt sorry for anyone they found… almost…
Miles went on…'It sent that first…' he tipped his head towards the crater... 'Then it dropped another little present…' he held up the orange canister… 'I found it on the drive near the hole, it's even got its own fucking parachute…' his eyes narrowed, and he ran his tongue over his bottom lip… 'I opened it up and this was inside…' he lifted up the folded piece of paper, then he hesitated… 'and there was something else…' he held the paper out towards Charlie and Bass…
Bass took it; inside the folded paper was a little plastic clip seal bag, and inside that was a twining curl of dark brown hair… the color drained from his face and his eyes turned to bits of glacier in his face, a bottomless icy blue… Then he looked up at Miles, gently squeezed Charlie's hand and let it go…
Jeremy looked at the plastic bag in Bass' hand, his forehead creasing into a frown… 'Is that… I mean, is it…'
Charlie stared up at Bass; then looked back at Miles, and their eyes held the same expression… a cold, absolute and frightening rage…
Then Miles said exactly what she was dreading he would say…. 'Tom Neville has got Connor, Bass and he says he's going to hurt him,' and he turned to Charlie, 'unless we give him Charlie in exchange…'
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AN: Hi, and thanks so much for reading, things are heading for a showdown between Bass, Miles and the guys and Tom Neville, next update coming up soon… cheers, Magpie