They walked, listened and watched for most of the day but nothing more happened. Only stopping for a few minutes here and there, by the end of the day they agreed they must almost be out of Texas. Cass for one was glad of that. Too many problems in this place, her sore cheek just one on the list. But then, maybe something good had happened here. Still feeling his eyes on her from behind, she felt safer than she had in years. Looking over her shoulder, she caught his eye right away.
He had willed her to look at him for miles. When she finally did, it surprised him. Being caught starring, he could only give her a half-smile and look away. He wanted to grab her and kiss her until they couldn't breathe. He wanted to hold her, just feel her skin against his. Run his fingers thru her long hair. Put his lips on her pretty neck, finding the heat of her pulse. Run his hands down her back to the beautiful curve of her bottom, pull her to him, feel the heat from her burn into him.
"Sebastian?" Miles's voice interrupted his line of thought. Damn good thing, too. A few more minutes of that and he'd have had an embarrassing situation to explain. As it was, he had to pull his shirt out of his waistband to try to cover his very noticeable erection. It didn't work. Miles gave a chuckle. "Do you need a minute? I said this seems like a good enough place to stop for the night. There's water and trees for cover." Bass looked down and then actually got red in the face. He mumbled a quick "Yeah, fine, whatever." before walking away. Miles had been right, it was entertaining watching tough guy Monroe acting like a teenager again. He couldn't wait to rib him about it later.
Cassandra couldn't stop thinking about his smile. She hadn't seen it before. He had such perfect teeth and sensual lips. She wanted them on her, kissing, biting. She wanted to suck on his lips, nip at them with her teeth. Taste his tongue, feel his hands all over her. Kiss and lick him all over his hard, muscular body. She wanted to drive him as crazy as she was feeling. They stopped walking, which was good. She was close to losing it. That would be a hard one to explain. Miles was speaking to Bass, who looked flustered. He walked away past her. She was so very tempted to follow. But how could she? Things were just too strange right now. She stayed standing where she was.
Later on after Bass came back, everyone was setting around a fire. Someone started passing a flask. No one said anything, just drank. Sebastian sat across from Cassandra. He watched he, she looked good in the firelight. The flask came to him. She was looking at him. He tipped it up to his lips, licking them when he finished. She looked at his mouth. He felt amazed that she was watching him. This wasn't so one-sided after all. She got the whiskey back. She drank and dribbled a bit on her chin. Using her finger to wipe it off, she then licked it and sucked her fingertip a little, looking dead in his eyes, then, lower. Oh fuck! Rock hard again. She smiled. He smiled.
Miles said "You know what we need right now? A bigger bottle of booze. Anybody got one of those?" Bass gets a bottle out of his pack. "One hundred percent rot gut. Ladies second." He takes a drink and hands it to Cassandra. From his lips to hers. She drinks it. He's even more turned on. It goes around again, a few times. Everyone gets slower. She stands up, swaying a bit, and takes a few steps out of the glow of the fire. He stands too. He watches her stretch, first arms over her head, then bent over to touch the ground. Her body was absolutely perfect. She turns toward him.
He has the bottle. She curls her finger, calling him to her. He is like a moth to her flame. Once there she guides the bottle still in his hand up so that he's pouring it in her mouth. She never breaks eye contact. Bass can't think of anything in his life that's been more erotic. Removing the bottle, Bass traces her lower lip with his finger. She sucks on it. That is the last straw. Sebastian tosses the bottle down and it breaks. Everyone jumps from the noise and look their way.
He takes the last half step to her, hands going into her hair, lips just above hers. They are trembling from so much pent-up lust. Their breath brushes each other's lips, almost a kiss. She grabs his shoulder and pulls him down the last little bit. They kiss hard, until they can hardly breathe. Their tongues searching. Dancing. Fighting for dominance. Bass won, stroking her mouth gently, and then sucking her tongue, biting her lips, tasting the whiskey and Cassandra herself. Her knees feel weak. She is holding on to him with all she's got. Arms around his neck, hands in his hair, she can't bring him close enough. She runs a hand down his back, grabs his ass and pulls his hips to hers. He pulls back a little realizing that people are watching. He might actually have to kill them. Why the hell are they always there? He wants to rip clothing off and take her, but not like this. Fuck!
They hear a twig snap. Freezing, but still holding on to each other, eyes locked, they listen. Over his shoulder Cass sees movement. Scanning the trees, the effects of the whiskey and kisses gone, she makes out several forms coming closer. Patriots. Giving Bass's arm a squeeze and nodding slightly, Cassandra lets him know what is happening. He quickly whispered into her ear, "Cover me!" With that they broke apart, Cassandra diving for her rifle and firing, and Sebastian running around the tree line to attack from behind. There is a mad grab of weapons and shots start ringing out from all directions. Cassandra is damn scared of hitting Bass; she can't see who she's shooting at. After a few moments shots stop coming out of the trees. Miles low runs in to see what's going on. Seconds later he shouts an all clear. He walks out supporting a limping Bass.
Cassandra sees blood on his thigh. Shit! She runs to him, him holding up his hand to calm her down. "I'm okay. Relax." Sebastian is actually happy to see her concern for him. He knows after this and that kiss that this is real and not just some fantasy he came up with. "I'm sure. Take your pants off," Cass says without thinking. Bass grins. "Not on the first date, Honey. I'm fine, really. It's just a flesh wound." Miles dumps him on the ground, and his face shows the pain. Cassandra blushed but said "Yeah, that's what the Black Knight said too. Take off your pants and let me see. We need to at least clean it." She knows Monty Python? That is too much. "I can't, not here, Darling. Not with an audience," Bass says. "Commando," he whispers. "We'll just go pick some pockets over there." Miles says. They walk away. "Okay then, off." She tells him. "I knew you just wanted in my pants," Bass jokes.
Cassandra just laughs. "Come on Bass, I'm not kidding around. Let me check the wound. I don't like you being hurt." Bass almost stops breathing. Nobody has been that caring about him in such a long time. He unbuttoned his pants and slips them down past the cut. She gets some things out of her bag. He just watches her. She is concentrating on doing what needs done, all too aware of how naked and close Bass is. She pours some alcohol on his leg. Bass jumps. "Damn!" "I'm sorry." Cass whispers. "It's the best way to clean it." She keeps working. He reaches out and pushes a strand of hair behind her ear. She smiles and finishes putting on a strip of cloth as a bandage.
"Alright, you can get dressed again." She says. Bass does, while Cassandra puts things away. "Come here, Baby." He says as he pats the spot next to him. She goes. He put his arm around her. She rested her head on his shoulder. They just sit that way until everyone comes back.
"We need to get moving. They showed up, more could. You ready, Bass?" Miles asked, glad that clothing was back in its proper place. He almost felt bad making them move, he didn't remember the last time he'd seen Bass look so peaceful.
"Yeah, let's roll." Sebastian had zero desire to move. Cassandra was soft and warm and smelled like vanilla. He got up, leg pain forgotten. "Sweetheart, stay in the middle like earlier. I'll keep an eye on you." He was just dropping pet names like they'd been together forever. It didn't go unnoticed. Bass Monroe, the romantic. Everyone but Charlie exchanged amused looks. She didn't feel like smiling.