Friends with Benefits part 2
A shaft of sunlight hit Bass' eyes causing him to groan.
Rolling to his back, he opened them, blinking slowly. Fuck. That was so not his ceiling.
The last thing he remembered was being at the bar last night with Charlie, well after closing time.
Turning his head to the left, there's a head of honey brown hair and a smooth expanse of bare back, marred in places by love bites, fingerprints and some other type of mark he's not prepared to put a name to. Rubbing at his face he only gets brief flashes of moments, glimpses of skin, a montage of tangled body parts.
Easing out of bed, looking for his clothing, he wanders bare-assed down the hall of the small house that Charlie calls home.
The living room is empty, so next up is the kitchen and dining room, which was evidently the scene of at least some of the crime. Picking up his boxers, he hisses at the unexpected pain as he slips them on, twisting to get a look at his back side. Four bloody gouges mar each flank and sting like hell. He manages to maneuver himself into his jeans with little discomfort.
Unable to locate his shirt and saying the hell with it in the meantime, he picks up the rest of their clothing, laying them on the bar.
Building a fire in the stove and putting water on to boil for coffee, he searches for pain relievers. Tossing back a handful of expired aspirin he found in the medicine cabinet, he pulls out a bottle of water stashed in the door of the modified fridge before starting on breakfast.
He had just put their breakfast onto plates and was pouring two cups of coffee when Charlie poked her head around the corner, closing her eyes with a groan when she saw him.
With his back still to her, he pointed at the bottle of water and aspirin.
Pulling herself from around the corner, wearing his shirt and nothing else, she swallowed the aspirin dry as he watched.
Picking up the plates and his coffee, Bass moved to the table, Charlie following him with the remaining cup. Sitting, they stared at each other in silence as they drank their coffee.
As Bass walked across the kitchen to refill his cup, Charlie hissed at the sight of his bare back. It was a bloody, scratched mess. When he turned back with a questioning look, she spread her legs, his shirt keeping her intimate parts covered, but unable to cover the marks that ran up and down the inside of both her thighs.
Bass' eyes darkened as they ran back up her body to meet her eyes, before carrying the coffee pot to the table.
Picking up her fork, Charlie began to eat, her eyes finding the old clock on the counter. They were both off work today, so really had nowhere to be and no reason to feel guilty for sleeping so late. Who knows what time it had been when they finally passed out.
Moving to stoke the fire in the stove, she disappeared for a few minutes, returning with several buckets of water, setting them on the stove to heat. Disappearing a second time, she returned with his shirt in her hand and nothing but a thin satin robe covering her curves. He had already put on his socks and boots and had strapped on his weapons. Taking his shirt from her, he kept hold of her hand for a moment, before slipping it and his jacket on
"Dinners at six," she said from where she's propped up against the kitchen wall waiting on her bath water to heat, her voice low and husky from either being unused or screaming.
Neither is sure which.
Stopping to place a kiss on her cheek, Bass makes a strategic retreat not committing himself to her or dinner.
She halts in surprise when she sees him waiting on the porch when she returns from her impromptu hunting trip but smiles shyly, carrying her catch into the kitchen laying it in the sink.
They make quick work of the two, fat quail as Bass takes over the kitchen using her meager supplies to season the birds and the rest of the stale bread to make a stuffing before placing them in the oven.
As the evening progressed they'd begun speaking in a stilted type of language. A word here or there simply to get their point across when needed. It's the most surreal thing Charlie thinks that she's ever experienced in her life, and after everything she's seen and done, that's saying a lot.
They had just sat down to dinner when there was a knock on the door. They both choose to ignore it in favor of eating their dinner with a bottle of wine.
It's only a moment or two later that they hear a key sliding in the lock and the door being pushed open. "Charlie?" Miles called out. "You home?"
Wiping her mouth with the napkin on her lap, she met Bass' eye, "We're in the kitchen."
Miles enters the space like a whirlwind, hanging his coat on the back of a chair, heading to the kitchen to grab a plate from the cupboard, helping himself to the baked pheasant before joining them at the table.
"Love your Mother, Charlie, but she can't cook worth a damn," he mutters around a mouthful of food.
"You're always welcome here, Miles. You know that."
Rolling his eyes at the bottle of wine on the table he pours himself a glass anyway. "You two do this often?" he asks taking a drink.
"What's that?" Bass asked nonchalantly as he continued to eat his dinner, one hand drifting to Charlie's knee under the table.
"Hook up for dinner."
Charlie choked on the sip of wine she was swallowing, bringing her napkin to her mouth.
"We both had a bit too much to drink last night, so I walked her home and crashed on the couch to sleep it off."
Miles nodded like it was the most reasonable thing he had ever heard in his life as they finished eating.
"Why don't you take this other bird home with you, Miles?" Charlie suggested as she picked up Bass' plate and her own, taking them to the sink as she pulled out a roll of brown butcher paper to wrap the other bird in before taking care of her own leftovers. While she was busy with that, Bass had poured warm water into the sink and was beginning to wash dishes.
Miles watched with a small smirk on his face as he waited for Charlie to finish. When she set the package in front of him, he stood slipping his coat on.
"You coming, Bass?"
"No, I'm good." Bass replied rinsing a glass and setting it aside, keeping his back to Miles.
With a tilt of his head and a cock of his eyebrow, Miles looked between the two of them trying to decide if this was a perfectly normal occurrence between friends or if he was in some way, shape or form being bamboozled by his best friend and niece.
"Oh, did you want to stay for more wine?" Charlie asked as finished clearing the table.
"No, I should probably get home to your Mom."
"Okay. Tell her hi for me," Charlie said popping up on her toes to kiss his cheek.
"You sure everything's good here?" He asked sliding his eyes over to Bass' back.
Charlie rolled her eyes. "Miles, its just dinner."
"Yeah, okay," he said ruffling her hair with a chuckle.
She walked with him out to the porch where she waved good-bye, watching as he made his way down the street.
Just as she shut and locked the door behind her, Bass was there shoving her up against it as his hand forced its way down her pants, his mouth latching on to the curve of her throat, another hand grasping at her breast. Charlie moaned, pushing back against him as he sunk two fingers into her now throbbing center.
"Jesus, you're soaked," he whispered in her ear as his mouth moved to the skin just under it and her hands snaked around to grab at his ass. Taking his hand away from her breast, he put her hand against the door ordering her to do the same with the other. Pulling his hand out of her pants, he reached around her, grabbing the neckline of her shirt and pulled, ripping the shirt down the middle causing Charlie to gasp loudly.
Reaching out to pinch her nipples roughly, he moved his mouth back to her ear. "Gonna make you scream."
Turning her head to face him, Charlie used her tongue to lick from the base of his jaw to the bottom of his ear. "Already made me scream. Make me scream louder," she demanded as he hastily unbuttoned her pants pulling them down her legs, bending to slip one boot and pant leg off, leaving the other tangled around her calf. Unbuttoning his own pants, Bass released his erection letting it glide along over her ass as he pushed his own pants down to mid-thigh before taking himself in hand for no other reason than it felt good.
Spreading her legs apart, Bass grasped her hips, pulling her back towards him to get a better angle, before entering her swiftly with no warning. Charlie moaned, her fingers flexing on the door as Bass took a few, slow exploratory strokes in and out of her pussy causing a growl to escape Charlie's throat. He reached out, wrapping her hair around his hand, pulling her back against him.
"What do you want, Charlie?"
"I want you to fuck me, Bass."
It was Bass' turn to growl as he ran his nose up along her face, before tightening his grip on her hair and snapping his hips, causing her to cry out.
He's pulling her hair to the point that her throat is beautifully stretched and he's fucking her so hard, she's had to brace herself against the door to keep her face from being slammed into it on every thrust. She's begun to make this keening sound as he grips her hip with brutal force and he realizes that's he's heard that noise before.
Coming from Kurgan's tent.
And he's suddenly so pissed that she's let anyone other than him do this to her body that he has to stop for a moment and rein in his emotions.
Her chest heaving, Charlie turns in his arms, about to drop to her knees in front of him when he catches her by the throat and slams her back up against the door pulling her legs up around his waist as his aching cock searches for her entrance.
"Who are you thinking about right now?" he demands as he bites the curve of her shoulder.
Her brow wrinkles as she seeks the answer in his face as his hand tightens around her throat.
"You. Monroe. Sebastian. Bass," she finishes on a choked sigh and one hand buries itself in a fleshy globe of her ass as the other continues to keep its strangle hold around her neck. He plows into her unmercifully and it only takes a minute or two combined with the pressure at her neck to have her coming, squirting her natural lubrication all over his dick as he keeps up the pace, only releasing her throat when her eyes start to roll back into her head. Pulling out at the last second he comes all over her ass and thighs as she passes out, becoming dead weight in his arms. Giving himself a moment, he braces her against the door with his upper body as he pulls his pants up enough not to trip himself with them. Picking her up in his arms, he carries her to her bedroom, laying her on the bed before searching out a cloth and water to clean them both up with, while removing the rest of her clothing. Smoothing the hair out of her face he waits for her to regain consciousness.
"Bass?" She whispers her throat achy and sore.
"I'm here," he answers from where he stands next to the window, moving to her side now that she's awake. He places a cup of water in her hand and she drinks it all before attempting to speak again.
"What are you doing?"
"Waiting for you to wake up before I leave."
"Leaving? Why are you leaving?" Comes out of her mouth way needier than she ever intended it too.
He smiles at her as he takes the glass, setting it on the bedside table. "That's how friends with benefits works, Charlotte."
She pouts as she reaches out for him. "You can't make an exception just this once?"
Grabbing her hand he brings it to his mouth, suckling at the pulse on her wrist for a moment. "Scoot over," he tells her getting undressed once again.
As he slides into bed next to her, she curls up beside him and is asleep almost as soon as she rests her head on his shoulder. He silently chuckles, but is also incredibly touched at the trust and comfort her actions show at his presence in her home.
The next morning, he dresses without waking her and scratches a note out on a piece of the brown butcher paper from the kitchen. Laying it on the pillow he was using, he paused to lean over and kiss the bite mark on her shoulder before letting himself out of the house.