Halloween dreams …till dawn, part 5.

A Revolution fic (Blackout AU): Sebastian (Bass) Monroe/Charlotte (Charlie) Matheson, Charloe. Rating M…

The war against the Patriots was still going months after Texas put Davis on trial as a traitor then somehow let him escape and there'd been reports of a Patriot remnant, a small group of cadets and a handler, hiding out in a little one cantina town in the hills near the Mexican border. Bass and Charlie had gone to investigate, leaving their unit in the next town over cleaning up another little mess. It was the last day of October, Halloween, almost the day of the dead…

AN: This is for the Good Ship Charloe, Charloeween fic fest and I so hoped to have it posted for the day itself… but life has been very full up and it didn't happen. So thank you so much for coming back, for reading and for your lovely comments. I hope you enjoy this last chapter.. Magpie

Halloween dreams …till dawn, part 5

Charlie walked over to the bar and the waiting figure of the Magician, feeling just a little lighter inside. The guilt and pain over killing Jason wasn't gone but somehow it was a bit less. She glanced over at Shirlee Jenkins. It would have been so easy to kill the Patriot cadet handler, but this way at least Jason's death could have some kind of meaning, besides that, Texas was well known for its very effective interrogation methods. The woman would soon be wishing with all her non-existent heart that Charlie had killed her.

Bass was striding along next to Charlie, still on alert, his icy blue eyes following the gaunt, hard faced figure of the Patriot as the Magician's men marched her away. His hand hovering over his sword hilt until she was through the door and outside. Then his attention turned to Charlie, his eyes softening, lips curving a little. 'I'll take a bet she's wishing you finished her off right about now...'

She grinned up at him, 'you're reading my mail.'

The line had become a kind of running joke between them, because that kind of thing happened so often. He chuckled then reached down and patted her ass, his fingers lingering, playing with the links of the chain on her belt.

She leaned back, her hip brushing up against the hard, flexing muscles of his thigh, her shoulder against his chest, counting the minutes until they could be on their own somewhere without any more fucking interruptions.

His lips grazed her ear. 'If the Magician doesn't give us a room in less than five minutes, I say we head to the stables and find an empty stall.'

She nodded, her face burning and heart pounding, not surprised that he'd done it again. 'sounds good to me...'

They walked faster.

The owner of the Titty Teaser was sitting on a stool looking relaxed and beautiful, the legs under the short dress a mile long, her skin like smooth coffee silk, dark hair falling in long, shining waves over her shoulders and the pendant twinkling between her breasts. She lifted her drink in a salute to Charlie. 'That was impressive, I admire a woman who can put business before personal satisfaction.' Her eyes slid to Bass, 'and if you ever get tired of working for Frank Blanchard, Sebastian, I'm always on the lookout for a man who's that good with his swords.'

Charlie smiled, but her eyes narrowed, and she moved so that she was between Bass and the Magician. 'Sorry, but I think Frank's got other plans for him… so have I,' she paused, an eyebrow lifting, 'so what's your real name anyway?'

The other woman laughed, 'it's been so long since I've used it I think I've forgotten, and maybe it's better that way.' She drained her glass, set it down on the bar and stood up. 'Come with me and I'll check you in, I've got a balcony room on the top floor that has a view you won't believe,' She looked them both over and her lips twitched again, 'although maybe the view's a waste of Frank's money because somehow I don't think you'll be seeing much of it.'

Charlie smirked, 'depends on the view,' she slanted a glance up at Bass, her eyes hot.

He ran a finger down her arm, moving closer as they followed the Magician through some antique Spanish saloon doors into a lamp lit reception room, watching as she waved the staff away. 'And if there's a lock on the balcony doors.'

She turned, 'don't worry, Sebastian, nothing's going to disturb you up there.' A dark eyebrow lifted, 'unless it can fly…'

Charlie had a sudden memory of the shadow that flapped over the moon. 'That won't be a problem.' She patted her bow, 'this'll be under my pillow.'

Bass' free hand was hovering over a sword hilt, 'and I keep this real close too.'

The Magician looked him up and down and chuckled. 'Sounds a bit uncomfortable to me, but whatever rocks your boat.' She stepped around behind the ornate counter, high heels clicking on the stone floor and took a couple of keys off the rack, handing one each to Bass and Charlie. 'We're pretty full tonight,' her head tipped towards the bar where the music was getting louder, more raucous, 'on a night like this the whole town and most of the population from a hundred miles around comes out to party.'

The keys to the rooms were on a board behind the desk and were hung on rings in the shape of vampires and monsters. Charlie held hers up, 'cute.' It was a miniature copy of the vampire Bass had sliced through on their way through town, complete with leer and crotch grab. She held it up, swinging it. The little eyes almost seemed to follow her...

'Very cute…' He lifted his own, a snarling werewolf, 'I'm glad we didn't meet this guy,' then he leaned on the counter, a long finger pointing at the pendant currently trapped between the soft mounds of the Magician's breasts. 'I'm guessing Blanchard knows you've got that, and what it can do?'

She nodded, her long, slim fingers wrapping around it, dark eyes gleaming from behind a fall of hair, 'I thought you'd know what it was, and yeah, he knows, and he makes sure we're protected up here so I can do my research.'

'Research?'

She slid onto a stool leaning over the counter towards him, long fingernails tapping on the slate, 'I'm working on ways to reprogram and replicate the pendants,' An eyebrow lifted and she stroked one of the little key rings, 'and having a whole lot of fun along the way.'

Charlie was watching, curious, 'I know that four of the pendants were destroyed before the bombs fell, how many more are there?'

The Magician smiled, 'now that's something we'd all like to know, darling.' She shrugged an elegant shoulder. 'Rumour has it there are at least half a dozen more out there. There were twelve originals made by the Matheson team, and as you said at least four of those were destroyed. But we also know that Randall passed the tech to his black ops team and that they had people working on them too,' she put the key ring down and took hold of the pendant instead, her fingers moving over the metal gently, purposefully, 'so there could be any number out there.' Her lips twisted, 'if they got the tech right of course.'

'If there were others, wouldn't we have heard something about them by now?' Charlie couldn't look away from the silver oval. It seemed such a little thing to cause so much trouble.

Bass frowned, 'not if whoever had them had orders to keep out of sight.'

'Maybe,' Charlie was getting impatient, 'but if anyone was using helicopters or planes, or if the power was on anywhere we'd have heard about it, like Bradbury.'

The Magician stood up, still holding the pendant. 'You didn't know I was here, did you? And obvious things like planes or helicopters aren't always the best thing. Sometimes subtle can be more effective.' Her finger moved slightly on the outside edge of the pendant with a tiny click. The air around her rippled and a familiar figure appeared, tall, male, hard faced and dressed in a pre-blackout suit.

'Davis?' Bass had his gun in his hand almost without thinking about it. 'Fuck…'

Charlie had her knife raised and ready too, arm pulled back and her eyes wide.

Thick, male fingers twitched on the pendant and the air rippled again, the figure flickering and changing in a blurred, staccato of colour and line until someone else stood in front of them, someone even more familiar.

'Miles?' Charlie was confused, this Miles was younger than the man she remembered, clean shaven and in a strange uniform, although she recognised the sergeant's insignia on his arm. A bright gold and enamelled medal was hanging on a wide blue ribbon around his neck, the metal shining. She lowered her blade and glanced at Bass.

He was staring, his eyes swimming blue, back very straight. 'I remember that day, it was after we returned from a tour and Miles was awarded the Congressional medal of honour. He hated having his picture taken and our fucking CO had to give him a direct order to let 'em do it.'

'You and General Matheson are famous, the photo wasn't that hard to find.' The voice could have belonged to Miles too, although there was a hollow, almost mechanical tone to it.

Bass blew a breath out through his teeth, 'I can see why Blanchard wants to keep you safe.' He looked closer, 'It's very good, you've even got the scars right,' his walked around the image of his brother, impressed, 'and obviously you can walk around and still keep the illusion.'

The Magician/Miles smiled and came out from behind the counter. 'So long as you're in the pendant's field, yes.'

Charlie moved closer, reaching out to touch. Her fingers found fabric, thick and smooth, pre-blackout, muscles ridged hard under it. It was eerie to see him up close, strange. He was the same but so different. Miles but not Miles, the same harsh, dark stubble, the same shock of thick dark hair, but his skin was smoother and not as lined around the eyes. The eyes themselves were hard though, fierce, and it was easy to believe that this Miles would be as good at killing as the Miles she knew today. She met the eyes and saw the Magician behind them. 'Can you be anyone you want?'

The eyes flickered, 'The nanotech needs a template, a photo or an actual person or thing to copy,' There was another flicker and Blanchard was suddenly there, big, hairy, leering. His pants held up by braces with brass buckles in the shape of Texas.

Charlie jerked back out of reach. 'Shit…'

Bass choked off a laugh, 'so the horny old bastard can actually be in two places at once, bet he loves that.'

Another flicker and the Magician was back in her original disguise. 'He does.' She winked, 'a lot.' She patted the pendant, 'it also works as a very effective sunscreen and personal shield .'

Charlie stared, impressed, 'it was you at the last Ranger parade, wasn't it?' She glanced up at Bass, 'I thought he sounded different.'

Bass came up behind her, his body big and hot and almost, almost touching hers, his breath hot on her neck, 'his wife probably thought it was an improvement.'

She laughed. Then her hand found its way to his thigh, her fingers gripping the hard flesh under the rough jeans, her ass pressing back against him, feeling the heavy, thickening ridge of his cock against her back. She shivered, the heat of his skin sending goose bumps flooding along her arms and pebbling her nipples. Suddenly all the stuff about the pendants, important as it was, seemed very far away…

The Magician leaned back against the counter, watching them, amused. 'Ok you two, I think it's time for bed… Top of the stairs, the room at the end of the hall. There's something to eat, fresh linen, your own bathroom with towels and running hot water and a bottle of whisky on the house.' She smiled, a slow, knowing smile, 'I'll get someone to take you up a tray in the morning, but there's no need to hurry, we're all night owls around here.

Charlie felt her cheeks burn, not only because the other woman had seen but from the sparks that surged from her toes all the way up at the thought of having a room to themselves and an actual bed with clean sheets for a whole night. Real privacy. No troops snoring a few feet away, no need to take turns on watch, and no peeing behind trees with one hand on her bow. Heaven. She felt Bass right behind her, could feel the tension rising in him too, feel his breath, short, harsh on her skin, his heart pounding as fast as hers.

She turned her head so she could see him, her eyes meeting his like a clash of swords, like sparks and fire. And it was the Tower and Batman and the hallway in the school, the pool, Pottsboro, him in that cage, him coming back. It was all the times they'd fought side by side, saved each other, killed together, ran together, drank whisky from the same bottle, been on the road together. It was all the times they'd been close but never close enough, not until right, fucking, now.

He grinned, all white teeth and wild, intense eyes, a bright, fiery blue that kept her hypnotised. Then he swung her round and picked her up, her legs swinging up to circle his hips, latching on, his sword hilts digging deep into her thighs but she didn't care, just hung on tighter and laughed up at him, her pack and bow hanging from one shoulder, belly buzzing, clit pulsing and nipples doing the dance of joy.

She looked over his shoulder at the Magician, breathless, her eyes gleaming. 'Thanks…' Then she forgot about everything else but the tall, male, hard muscled body she was wrapped around, the feel of strong arms holding her up and his hands on her thighs, on her ass, her breasts crushed against the flat, hard planes of his chest, her hair caught up in his and falling loose again in long, silky strands.

Bass groaned into her ear as the damp heat between her legs found his hard, imprisoned and aching cock and she caught his mouth with hers, his lips warm, spicy, his tongue seeking hers out, tasting her too, her eyes holding his as he carried her up the winding stone stairs and along a vaulted, carpeted and painted hallway. She was vaguely aware of the eyes of portraits following them while her whole body tingled and sang with anticipation as they got closer to the door until she couldn't catch her breath and her pussy was so wet she could smell the sweet musky scent of it. She couldn't tell whose heart was beating faster, his or hers or whose breath was faster, and her lips were already tingling and swollen from his hard, hungry kisses…

She didn't know how they got into the room either but they did, Bass somehow managing to keep hold of her while he struggled to get the key in the lock, both of them laughing like idiots while Charlie clung to his neck, trying not to fall down and land on her ass.

Then they were inside…

As soon as the door was shut and secured, she slipped out of his arms, dropped everything on the floor except essential weapons and she and Bass did a fast, efficient and thorough perimeter check by moonlight like the soldiers they were, no words needed, eyes only, making sure any doors and windows were locked and bolted, nothing under the huge bed, ditto cupboards, wardrobes, balcony. Especially the balcony.

When she got to the French doors that led outside though, Charlie had to stop. The view was spectacular, just as the Magician had promised. The wide, stone platform with its stone balustrading framed a moonlit view of a vast, steep and misty valley surrounded by peaks that stretched up and away into the far distance, the full moon shining bright and beautiful above them. 'Wow...' She almost couldn't speak it was so amazing. It was like looking down over the edge of the world.

Bass was right behind her, his hands sliding down her arms, fingers lacing through hers, his teeth nibbling her neck, tongue leaving a trail of cool wetness that made her shiver. 'Yeah, it's ok I guess, but right now I'm more interested in getting you naked.' His hands moved from hers to the little strip of flesh between her jeans and tank, fingertips lightly running over her skin, meeting at her belly button and sliding down, just under the waistband of her jeans, flicking the top buttons undone, lingering there then sliding down under the edge of her panties. The skin of his fingertips was rough, calloused and the sensations took her breath and sent her blood racing.

She gasped, leaning back against him, his big body and thick cock both hard and hot against her back, her back arching, hips thrusting forwards, belly taut and her pussy pleading for him to find it…

He didn't keep going far enough though, his fingers stopping at the first, damp curls, teasing, tickling, stroking down the slick valley between her pussy lips to the swollen stem of her clit, tweaking and circling then pulling back, leaving her desperate and writhing against him. He laughed against her throat and sent his hands up under her tank to her breasts, lifting the thin material as he went and stripping it over her head and off, throwing it aside, 'I've wanted to do this for a long, long time,' he kissed the smooth flesh of her shoulder, biting, sucking then letting go, licking the spot to soothe it then blowing over it gently. 'Not going to rush it now.'

Charlie was moaning as streaks of what felt like lightening snaked down to her clit and buckled her knees. 'Monroe... Fuck that. Hurry up damn it,'

He laughed again and snicked her bra open and off in a move so fast she didn't know how he did it and cared less, then leaned down to reach her breast with his lips, 'I love it when you talk dirty.' His mouth latched onto her nipple and sucked, tongue flicking the tip and the sensitive flesh around it, one hand circling her breast and squeezing.

She shivered, it felt hard and in the delicious zone between pain and pleasure. She loved his roughness, his strength…

His other hand slipped down between their bodies to undo his own pants, his fingers sliding down over the cheeks of her ass and his nails tracing lines of fire down over the springy flesh and smooth skin.

That little trick on its own sent extra jolts of lust rocketing every which way through her entire body and she sucked in a breath, letting it out in a hoarse laughing gasp as his cock replaced his fingers and he dry fucked her, spreading her with his hard length above the bunched and worn fabric of her jeans, while her nipples and breasts sang under his fingers, lips and tongue, and her clit and hungry core cried out for more.

Her knees finally gave way and she fell back against him, his arms catching her, lifting her up and over to the bed, laying her down on the soft sheets and even softer mattress. It felt like lying on clouds after their usual bedroll on the ground.

Charlie looked up at him, her chest heaving and body buzzing as he stood gazing down at her, his cock standing thick and proud framed by the fly of his jeans and the singlet under the open wings of his shirt. The moon shining in through the balcony windows outlined him in silver, glinting on the curls on his head and scruff. He was wild and beautiful and the look on his face made her catch her breath, her heart pound even more.

He dropped to his knees beside the bed, his eyes glowing silver blue pools. 'Charlie, before we do this, I need to tell you something.'

Damn, he looked so serious…

He took a deep breath, let it out. 'Did you know that Miles asked me to take care of you before he left.'

She nodded, not sure where he was going with this, 'I thought he would, guessed he had.'

He leaned in closer, fingers feathering over her ribs, the outside of her breasts, her belly, the outside curves of her breasts, his eyes following then returning to her face, the blue deep, careful, totally open. 'I think he knew how I felt about you even then, knew that I'd give my last breath if it meant saving you, that I'd keep you alive if it was the last thing I ever did.'

Her breath left in a rush and a lump surged to her throat, because she knew that he meant every word he said. He'd kept his word too. They'd saved each other so many times, in so many battles now she'd lost count, but she never stopped counting on him. She raised a hand and cupped his cheek, knew her eyes were glowing as much as his. 'Bass, he asked me to look after you too. Because he knew that I would, that I wouldn't leave you alone.'

He was very still for a moment, 'I didn't know he did that.' He leaned closer, his tongue darting out over his lips, his hands harder on her skin, his eyes right above hers. 'I used to think my good luck had left me, Charlie. But it came back the day you walked into Gould's tent in New Vegas. You saved me, Charlie.'

She pulled his head down towards her, felt him falling, the bed bouncing and his arms arching over her as he braced himself on the bed. She laughed up at him, the memory of him in that tent, nearly naked, covered in sweat and the blood of the other guy as well as his own was pushing her fucking buttons hard and fast. 'So are you going to save me now?'

He froze above her, body tense, ready. 'From what?'

She was trying to pull his shirt off, getting nowhere. 'From death by fucking frustration, you moron.'

He laughed then and pushed her arms up above her head, holding them there, stretching his long body fast down beside her and scissoring his legs around hers until she was trapped, helpless, not able to move while he dropped teasing kisses on her mouth, her throat, her breasts and belly.

She struggled, gasping and laughing too, but the feel of him so close was doing things to her that she couldn't believe. It was like he was turning up the heat on a furnace and she was so steaming hot that she was going to explode if he didn't fuck her soon. Then somehow, without her noticing, he'd let go of her hands, got his shirt and singlet off and was sliding out of his jeans, his boots already tossed over the side of the bed.

He sat up and got to work on hers, pulling off first one of her boots, then the other, the muscles of his arms and chest rippling, his cock jutting out over the shadowy ovals of his balls, his legs long, lean and strong and his smile a mile wide and full of anticipation.

Shit. Her mouth dropped open, she had seen him naked before, had snuck out and followed to watch him wash in the river, knowing that he'd done the same during their long, long flirtation, bringing herself off through the long, frustrating nights on the road time after time on the memory. But this was different. This was real. Another rush of heat thundered downwards and her eyes widened, heart hammering like a bell as he knelt at the end of the bed, her legs spread over his while he peeled her jeans and panties the rest of the way down her legs and off, tossing her belts and knives up towards the head of the bed. He looked down at her, 'weapons drill later, ok?'

She nodded, although the only weapon she was wanting to drill with at the moment was between his legs.

Then they were both naked.

Charlie watched him as he spread her knees out to give him room to come between them, his eyes the same intense blue they went when they were busy fighting, full of masculine force and male intent, an energy that was almost vibrating the air around him.

He held her knees apart, dipping his gaze to look down between her legs, mouth open a little, a smile full of a mixture of awe and total lust curving his lips. 'Beautiful.' His hands slid down over her thighs, her flesh gripped between strong fingers, her muscles turning to jelly behind them. When he got to her pussy he stopped, his thumbs stroking the soft, sensitive skin at the top of her thighs and the inner curves of her ass, pushing the full lips together, squeezing her clit between them...

She gasped, her hips tilting up to meet him and she held her breath, expectation and suspense almost unbearable as he leaned over her, his eyes holding hers as his cock got closer and closer, but he was still teasing, still making her wait…

She couldn't wait any longer and snaked a hand down to play with her clit. She was so wet she could feel it spreading on her thighs, her ass, her fingers slipping through the soft, wet folds and silken flesh like she'd been swimming in a warm pool. She was panting now, eyes wide and pupils blown, breath coming in short gasps, her fingers working, excitement building until she was writhing on the bed, pushing her legs out wider, 'Bass, please...'

His eyes flared as he watched her, tongue dipping out over his lips as he held himself still at her entrance, the domed head of his cock almost, almost there. Then he smiled and slid just inside in a sweet, hot, tight and swelling crescendo of pleasure that almost had him coming right then and there.

Her eyes flared open at the feel of him inside her, her legs tightening around the firm, springy cheeks of his ass, pulling him further, harder, all the way in and as he hit balls deep, her tight, elastic walls wrapped his cock in a welcoming tangle of wet sensation that almost sent them both over the edge…

He groaned, deep in his throat, just hanging on…

Through a haze of bright, sparkling pleasure Charlie saw herself reflected in his eyes as she felt him fill her for the very first time although she'd dreamt it a thousand times. Her legs tangled around his, her fingers spreading out over her pussy and around him, her thumb circling her clit, her fingers squeezing him as his thick shaft slid in and out of her, their rhythm getting harder, deeper, faster. Her body letting him out then bringing him home, the delicious friction taking them higher, closer to a release that had been building for a long, long time.

His body was big and hard and so alive in her arms, his strong legs and ass thrusting him deep again and again, making her feel whole, not alone anymore.

It felt right, inevitable, perfect.

She laughed, gasping, as she came like thunder and lightning with all the bells and whistles, feeling him shudder above and inside her as he pulled out just in time, his release spurting in hot streams over her belly and thighs, his eyes fluttering shut and his arms closing tight around her.

He pulled her closer, his breath coming in heaving gasps, sweat and their own juices gleaming on bodies made pale by the moonlight. 'You're stuck with me now, Charlie.' He leaned over, kissing her, his lips warm, sweet, 'hope you don't mind.'

She slanted lazy, satisfied eyes up at him and snuggled closer, reaching a hand up to slap his arm, 'I'm counting on it, you moron.'

…..

Outside on the balcony, the Magician and the snake dancer stood watching, their eyes used to the dark.

'So we aren't allowed to touch them? Not even one tiny bite?' The disappointment on the dancer's face was obvious, even through her fanged, vamped out features.

The Magician smiled, eyes glittering and the long points of her teeth flashing in the moonlight. 'Blanchard made it very clear that they weren't to be harmed, and he's paid plenty for their safe passage.' She shrugged, 'besides, I kind of like them the way they are.'

'They're a big temptation for the others.'

'I know, that's why we're here.'

The dancer sighed.

High overhead, something with big wings flapped and cackled across the moon.

…..

AN: Hi and thanks so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little halloween fantasy I've nearly got new chapters ready for my other stories too, so hope to see you there. Cheers and best wishes, Magpie.