A/N: I'm sorry for the late update. I've been really sick. Tangled with life. Not a single idea came to me at that time. Thank you for the several follows and for all the great feedback I've been getting!
Chapter 4
Monroe couldn't believe what the hell he was doing. If he wanted to fuck someone, he had that arranged. The Militia had a lot of women in that occupation, to keep the men good spirited and concentrated on the mission at hand. He had everything he wanted. What he would do with someone like Charlie? She was beautiful in her own way but she didn't exactly embraced her feminine side. She was too young for him as well. Why would he still try and be with her?
Yet there was something about her that made his world turn upside down. She was wild, had a tricky mind of her own and she wasn't stupid. Most of all, she was a fighter. She knew how to hunt and how to trace. He admired her for that. Still, they were from different worlds. Maybe his affection for her had something to do with the fact that she reminded him of Miles. She was eerily like him sometimes. It made him to want her. More than it was healthy. He was developing an obsession for her. The only way to make it stop was to have her.
Whilst having everything, soon even the power in his hands to move the war machines, somehow he felt lonelier than ever. He had slowly succumbed to that in those four years since Miles left.
Miles had tried to kill him that night, but he couldn't. So instead he left. Monroe didn't say it aloud but he missed him. His delusions and paranoia starting to take root in his mind, he had started to have people killed even if he only suspected them of being against him.
How many times he had had his silvery gun against his own head, feeling the coolness of the metallic muzzle against his temple? Watching his tears fall into the glass of expensive vintage whiskey. He didn't remember.
A tempting promise of release, of forgetting all the pain right there, right now, at his hands. Again, tears in his eyes, when he remembered how he lost his family in the car crash and years later his beloved Shelly, with their stillborn baby. It would have been so easy just to pull the trigger. The ultimate control over his own destiny. But at the final moment he couldn't. Just like Miles didn't have the guts to kill him.
He was curious to see to see how things would unfold. He needed to get more power. He wanted to get his revenge and kill all who were against the Militia. Or against him.
He wanted to find something, anything to save himself. Charlie provided him a distraction and closeness, although it wasn't real. They weren't lovers. She was only a victim of the circumstances. He didn't want to think about that. It was too much for him. He didn't need it to be real, he just needed something. Anything.
He was alone, empty and on the brink of loosing his mind and he grabbed whatever straws he could find as he fervently walked to the room where Charlie was getting ready for her release. He was sure she could help him and she had. It was like she had sensed his trouble and touched him.
Then he had kissed her.
Charlie just stood there after their kiss. Monroe backed a bit. She saw a side of him she had never seen before. She couldn't take her eyes off on him.
"I need you.", he whispered, his eyes glazed.
"How come?"
"I don't know… maybe we could spend some time together before you leave."
Charlie felt relieved. He was still going to let her go. Not keeping her here indefinitely.
She watched him take the steps parting them. This time he didn't lift his gaze higher than her hand. He touched her lightly with his fingertips. She didn't pull her hand away. He seemed different this time. Something had changed. He seemed genuinely searching for connection with her.
Monroe touched her again. He moved into her personal space. His head close to hers, his chest almost touching her. She heard him breathing in. It was a deep one. When he exhaled, she felt the warm air tingle her skin on her neck. She closed her eyes.
"Lavender? Is it your favorite", he whispered his mouth close to her ear.
"Why do you want to know?"
"I asked them to bring you anything you wanted.", he said his voice a bit husky.
She was still thinking the deep loneliness she had seen in his eyes just a moment ago. How could anyone in his position even be so lonely? It played some chord in her soul she didn't know that existed.
Charlie couldn't help but feel the effect of his closeness in her body. She was like in a trance. His low voice delighting her in a way she didn't understand. She wondered what he was going to do. If it was anything like their last encounter, she wasn't sure if she could resist him.
He pulled her into an embrace. She wasn't sure about anything but the fact that she hated him and her body felt otherwise. She breathed easier, deeper. Hearing him do the same made her wonder what did he see in her. She was just a girl from Sylvania Estates.
She felt him kiss her neck. She closed her eyes for the sensation, enjoying the feeling of his hot lips caressing her skin. She suddenly needed more air, it caused her open her mouth. When he pulled back to look at her, she left a sigh. It was small but audible. Monroe fixed his blue haunted eyes on her, his mouth a bit open in surprise. He stared at her for a moment, until he grabbed her and kissed her, more boldly than before.
She had no problem staying in sync with him. It was like they had always kissed. She felt him ignite her need. The warm feeling moving from through her. She didn't know why but Monroe had the way of making her aroused. For a fast fleeing moment she thought if the hours kissing with Jason had prepared her for this. She felt a sound emanating from her throat when the fire reached her breasts, her lower abdomen and the place between her legs. She heard his low grunt as an answer to her.
When they stopped, she let her breathing to calm down. She inhaled his scent, still holding on to him, like he did to her. The fresh sweat, mixing with the laundry detergent and his unique scent of a man filled her nostrils.
Monroe pulled away just enough, to reach the buttons on his collar, letting them loose.
She watched the metallic M-signs on his collar and wondered how the hell they had come to this point. Still feeling the remains of his caresses in her body, like a hot wave, slowly moving inside her.
Monroe removed his black jacket and threw it on a chair. Then he slowly walked to her. She couldn't stop looking into his eyes, which were darkened with lust. His gaze piercing as always. She let her fingertips lightly brush over his neck, where the skin was now bare. He breathed harder, his mouth a bit open, watching her every move. Like he had thrived on her touch. He unbuttoned some more of his black dress shirt. She couldn't tear her gaze away from his chest.
She found herself aiding him, opening his shirt, her fingertips tracing the line of his collar bone. She could hear his breathing get heavier. She looked at him. His eyes were closed. But as if he had sensed that she looked at him, she saw his eyes open and focusing.
Somehow she was on a bed, again. With Monroe.
He lifted her tank top, kissing the skin that was exposing as he moved up. She breathed harder, hearing him do the same. The sensation causing her to hit her head back to the bed, her eyes hooded. His hot, wet mouth, sometimes his tongue, sliding on her stomach. She wondered where else it might go. That thought made her hot, waiting, expecting what was coming next. It aroused her as well.
Monroe didn't stop at her bra, instead he took his time around her chest. Slowly lifting her top, until getting it completely off, with a little assistance from her. She felt her own lust now burning stronger. She enjoyed his touch.
He abruptly stopped and got up, hovering over her. His eyes didn't now show any emotion. He just gazed at her. She had no idea what he was up to. He got up from the bed.
Charlie felt suddenly cold and ridiculous, lying there half naked, her hands over her breasts when Monroe walked towards a table in the room.
"If this is one of your stupid games..."
"Wait.", he said, his back to her.
She lifted her gaze to him when he turned and was approaching the bed again, his shirt open, revealing a part of his toned body. The black pants still on. He had a single red rose in his hand.
Charlie wasn't sure what the hell that meant. She squinted her eyes.
"Hands off.", he said, straddling her. She remembered the last time he did that.
"You'd better tell me...", she started to protest but a sudden sensation made her lose her thoughts.
He was sliding the rose over her nipples. The cold petals were smooth, soft and causing her to sigh in surprise. He did the same to her both breasts. She was just speechless. The cool touch of the flower making her nipples harden. Just about when she was going to continue her rant, he bended over and sucked one of her nipples into his searing hot mouth. She gasped. The coldness turning into heat made the sensation even stronger. She didn't even know that kind of feeling existed.
He repeated the same thing on the other one. Her gasping turning into low moans.
Charlie breathed heavier. If this was what was coming, how would she escape? When she couldn't even trust her own feet know. They were all mushy now. The feeling of being slowly seduced, the pleasure he was giving her, weighing heavily in her body. Did she want this? Or was she just curious? Either way, she wasn't sure about anything anymore.
Monroe moved up, over her. She looked into his eyes. Their breathing heavy, almost in the same rhythm. He kissed her. Charlie closed her eyes, feeling the softness of his lips, moving against hers. His stubble grazing her sensitive skin every now and then. The kiss was slow and agonizingly pleasureful. Making her want him even more.
Their tongues dancing, she noticed she liked to lick his. She put her hand behind his head, her fingers sinking deep into his soft, dark curls, all the way to his neck. His scent felt now even stronger, his skin feeling hotter than hers. She loved how he felt on her, pressing himself gently against her body. She felt his hardness trough his pants, against her stomach when he moved.
When Monroe gave her room and backed away, probably to get out from his clothing or putting the rose back (she didn't care which one), Charlie got up. She was crouching as she was removing her boots. She felt him behind her when she got up. He pulled her close, his hand over her chest and the other putting the hair that had fallen to her face, back behind her ear.
She heard him breathe deep. Long inhale, then exhale which made her feel even more aroused.
"Your scent…it drives me crazy.", his voice next to her ear, a low purr.
Charlie closed her eyes. She felt him fondling her breasts as his other hand reached for the button of her jeans. She could feel the moisture start to rise between her legs, when the pleasure from her breasts hit her brain and traveled into her pants.
He used his both hands to open her pants. His other hand returned to tease her nipples as his other hand snaked under her panties. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear as she felt him start to draw lazy circles around her clit. She leaned into him, feeling her knees go weak.
He kissed her neck, leaving warm trails of his mouth on her skin. It felt so good she sighed deep, closing her eyes.
When he found just the correct spot, by her moans and whimpers, she felt the same than the last time. So much pleasure that in consumed her, left her hot and wanting for more. He gave her some time to get into her lust filled haze. She was dripping wet when he stopped.
She was annoyed but not for a long time. Monroe took her to the bed, pulled his shirt and his pants off, showing off his naked body. She let him take her jeans off, by pulling from the legs of her pants. She had her old white panties under. Well, not white anymore, after the long hours of walking through the country and having only the cold water from the stream to get them cleaned.
He didn't care as he pulled them off as well.
Charlie was under him, skin against skin. It was what her body wanted, more closeness. But what did she want? She knew she was crazy, by letting him do this to her. But she couldn't discard the feeling she had around him.. After the weeks with him she felt strong pull towards him. She had found that it was there for him. The lust, the need. Even some kind of emotions, no matter how twisted the situation was. Normally she would have not felt that way for him.
He had the way to get what he needed from people, them giving it to him voluntarily. He had that effect on her too. She knew he was probably doing this to every woman but part of her wished that she was special to him. Maybe a he cared for her?
He kissed her again, letting some of his weight on her as he took his place between her legs. She wasn't sure about that but feeling his kiss made her sink into the abyss of her lust again. Her body wanted to meet his like this. It felt so new and different to be naked, against someone, who was a man and clearly wanting her.
"Have you slept with Jason?", he asked suddenly.
She felt her irritation rise. "Not your business."
"Have you been with anyone?"
She wasn't going to give him the pleasure of knowing that she didn't have a lot of experience with men. She had spent most of her youth in the small village, safe and sheltered from the world beyond. She mumbled something incoherent.
He kissed her again, then lowered himself to kiss her breasts. She fell into the deep cloud of want. Then she felt his hand over her swollen, wet sex. She couldn't stop the small moans when he was teasing her clit. All of a sudden, she felt one of his fingers sliding inside her. Then another. It felt weird at first. Like she was full. She opened her eyes, just to see him stare back. The fucking bastard probably knew. She didn't make a sound because it was so weird.
She closed her eyes.
"It's okay.", he said.
He did something there and she felt different. It felt good, in a new way. She felt her breathing harden and she was overflowing with her juices. She gasped her eyes half open, seeing nothing. Eliciting deep moans from her throat as the pleasure took over.
She could hear his harsh breathing when he took his fingers out from her. She relaxed against the bed, breathing. He climbed over her, this time he was more hasty. She opened her eyes just to see him closing in on a kiss. She let him do that. He let her feel his hardened cock, when he pressed her against the mattress with his weight. "Want this?", he asked, his voice low.
After everything, she couldn't say no. She wanted him, badly. Every inch of her skin, touching his, making her wanting more. Him feeling so hot on her. She wanted to be closer. The need was making her decision easy. She nodded, it was only a small movement but he saw it.
She wasn't sure where the hell she had put herself into, but she had no time to think about that when she felt him entering her slowly. She was surprised how easy it was. He gave her time to adjust to him.
When he started to move, she felt it was completely different than some fingers inside her. He filled her again and again, every time he moved. It started to feel so good she had never felt anything like that. The moans started to come out from her mouth on their own, her body trying to give him a better access, to get some more of this intoxicating pleasure. He grunted and picked up the speed.
She could only writhe in pleasure as he took her. He searched for her, for a kiss. It was just adding her enjoyment, the kiss being passionate. Her need now burning, she felt lost into it. Lost into him.
He pushed stronger, deeper for awhile. Then he grunted. She saw the look on his face as he came. She wasn't close to her own but it didn't matter. He lied on her, his weight partially on his elbows.
What the hell had she done? She could never talk about this to anyone. They would not understand. She couldn't help but feel something for him still. He kissed her quickly and got off on her. Already cleaning himself while she lied on the bed. She was not caring that he would see her naked if he would look. She decided she would stay there for awhile. She didn't have the need to move right now. Her body still having some remaining from their meeting, the afterglow. The softness of the bed was making her slumber.
She opened her eyes to see Monroe look straight into her eyes, bended over her. He was fully clothed, dressed in black. The collar back on it's place, the metallic M's on the both sides of his neck. It was like a sign that her stupid aberration had ended.
"You might wanna dress up before you leave."
There was a small smile playing in the corner of his mouth. She got up, covering her breasts.
There was something flowing out of her and she didn't want her jeans to get wet. She took the cloth he was offering without asking and tucked it into her panties as she pulled them up. She pulled her jeans up, fastening the button. Then she put her bra on and then her top. Her socks and then the boots.
"Forgetting something?", he asked.
"What?"
His fingers went into his jeans. She had forgotten the zipper. His hand pressed against crotch. She sighed her eyes closed. When he stopped, she pulled the zipper up. She realized that he had the annoying, smug smile over his face. She hated that arrogant son of a bitch.
Monroe seemed even more amused as he saw her irritation.
"These are the keys to the cell where your family is.", he said as he put them in her hand.
"Thank you."
"Make it look like you escaped. I've told the guards to go easy on you. Rachel..."
"I know."
"I'll get you to where they are held."
She left with Monroe.
Charlie wandered at the penitentiary, searching for the right cell. She knew her mother. She would doubt her if things were too easy. She tried to appear as she was actually on the run. Looking a bit scared and constantly watching over her shoulder, as she was opening their cell. She didn't know where Monroe was anymore. He had left her alone in the beginning of the hallway. She didn't care about that now, when she had her family. She almost blushed hearing Rachel's voice, knowing what she had done, just a moment ago.
"Charlie! Are you okay? How did you get out?"
"There was a fight. I took out a young guard. Found some keys.", she lied quickly and looked the other way.
"I have some matters to take care of. You go.", Rachel said.
Charlie didn't argue with her mother. She left with Danny. Being away from Rachel for now meant that she wouldn't be under her mother's heavy gaze, wondering what the hell had really happened.
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