AN: I meant to post this a few days ago but alas real life decided that I had better things to do. Damn reality! Anyway, here it is. Let me know if you see any major fuck ups and I'll try to fix them. Hope you enjoy!
Falling asleep he doesn't remember, the last thing he does remember is still being inside Charlie, kissing her as they both recovered from their orgasms. The next thing he knows the sun is shining down on their naked bodies as he wakes up wrapped around her, his semi-hard cock nestled against her ass. The memories from the rest of the night before wash over him.
He remembers pulling her closer, her hands in his hair and his own cupping her ass. Tasting whiskey on her lips as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He remembers picking her up, guiding her legs around his waist and the way she clung to him as he laid her on the ground. He doesn't remember undressing her, one minute they were kissing and the next they were naked, as if their clothes had simply melted away. The taste of her skin as he explored her curves with his mouth is burned into his brain. Thrusting inside of her he remembers vividly, she was warm and wet, and absolutely fucking perfect. It wasn't slow or tender, they fucked hard and fast. Charlie gave as good as she got, her legs like a vice around his hips, her heels digging into his ass, nails clawing down his back, and her teeth sinking into his skin.
There wasn't a lot of talking but he remembers every sound that came out of her mouth, every moan, whimper, gasp, cry of pleasure, and every single time she said his name. He remembers thinking that he should pull out, but his own orgasm hit him so hard and fast that he spilled his seed while still buried deep inside her pussy.
His reliving of the events are interrupted by Charlie herself arching against him as she starts waking up, her ass pushing back against his cock more firmly. Without conscious thought Bass thrusts his hardening cock against her, groaning when she whimpers. He cups one breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers as they start to rock against each other.
"Charlie? Fuck! Charlie, are you awake?"
"Yes." She hisses, moving against him more firmly.
"I'm gonna fuck you Charlotte, right now."
"Yes!" Charlie cries out as Bass guides her leg up and over his hip, and slides a hand between her legs. She's already wet and ready for him, so without another word Bass pushes inside. God she's just as perfect as last night. He fucks her with lazy strokes at first but it doesn't take long before he's pounding into her.
"Harder!" She demands, matching him thrust for thrust. Bass pulls out, pushing Charlie onto her stomach before wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her up onto her hands and knees. Gripping her hips he slams back inside her, mesmerized by the way the sun catches in her hair as she tosses her head back. The pacing is brutal, and they both know Charlie will have bruises the shape of his hands on her hips but they don't care. All they need in that moment is to go harder and faster, both desperate to come.
"Say it!" Bass growls into her ear, draping his body over her back. Charlie knows what he wants, what he needs to hear before they finish.
"Make me come Bass!" She cries out sharply when one hand slides between her legs, pinching her clit roughly. The movement sends her over the edge, her fingers digging into the dirt as she comes. Bass pulls out this time, stroking himself a few more times to completion. He means to turn away, to come on the ground but before he can, his seed rushes out splashing all over her back. Bass drops back, sitting on his bare ass and watching Charlie collapse on the ground, the white of his semen contrasting against the tanned skin of her back.
"Shit, sorry. I meant to come on the ground." Bass explains, feeling bad about making such a mess on her body. Charlie doesn't answer, just picks herself up off the ground and starts collecting her clothes. Bass sits watching her as she bypasses her bra and panties, simply sliding on her tank top, jeans, and socks before shoving her feet into her boots. The silence is strained and it drives Bass crazy.
"Charlie?" He stands as she gathers her chain belt and underwear.
"Last night was a mistake." She refuses to look at him.
"And this morning?"
"An even bigger mistake." She starts to walk away but Bass, well call him a glutton for punishment, he just can't let her go like this. He grabs her arm and turns her back towards him, their eyes clash.
"Damn it Charlie, we need to talk about this." His teeth clench in frustration.
"No, we don't. Let's just pretend it never happened."
"But it did happen! Twice!" He shouts at her.
"Don't remind me."
"Oh don't worry Charlotte, every step you take for the next couple of days will do that for me."
"You seem awful sure of yourself." She hisses, finally yanking her arm out of his grasp.
"I know a well fucked woman when I see one, and you are one well fucked woman Charlotte." This is not how he wanted this conversation to go but this damn woman never reacts like he expects her to.
"Last night was a drunken, grief fueled mistake that I wish I could take back. I don't want to talk about or even think about it."
"This morning? Explain that away."
"I was still half asleep when you started pawing at me like an animal, by the time I was fully awake you were already there and I was so close."
"Must not have been too bad if you needed to come so badly, not to mention it was my name you screamed."
"Go fuck yourself Monroe."
"Why? When fucking you is so much more enjoyable."
"That is never, ever going to happen again." Charlie snaps at him before storming away.
"Keep telling yourself that Charlotte, but you know where to find me when you need a good proper fuck." He watches as she pauses, knowing that she's tempted to turn around to continue fighting with him. He sees the moment she realizes that's exactly what he wants. He wants it because he knows it won't stop with words, if she turns around they both know they'll end up fucking again. Charlie refuses to give him the satisfaction of letting that happen again, especially after just telling him it won't. With a frustrated growl Charlie continues stomping away, purposely refusing to look back.
"What a fucking disaster!" Bass groans to himself as he throws on his clothes. The actual sex wasn't, no that was fucking superb. It was like the sex Olympics. Charlie fucks like she fights, all in and Bass can really get behind that. In fact, he did. Her reaction to it on the other hand, that was the disaster.
Why couldn't he just let her walk away the first time? Because he's a moron, that's why. He just had to force her to talk about it. They were both a little hung over and obviously over emotional given everything that's happened in the last few days. He should have just let her go, given her a few days to cool off and then approached her. Sure they still probably wouldn't be sleeping together again but at least she wouldn't hate him. Now he'll be lucky if she ever talks to him again. Damn it. All the progress they made, finally becoming friends only to go back to her hating him again. Bass feels like an asshole.
Charlie goes straight home and gets cleaned up but damn it if Monroe wasn't right. Each movement reminds her of last night and this morning, especially the hand shaped bruises on her hips, the raw red skin on her knees, and the tenderness between her legs. His earlier words echo back to her, 'you are one well fucked woman Charlotte' and as much as Charlie wants to deny that she can't. Its not that Charlie's never thought about it before, she hated him yes but she isn't blind. Sebastian Monroe is one beautiful man and something in Charlie always kind of assumed he'd be fantastic in bed but she never, ever thought she would actually have proof.
She's never been more confused in her entire life. Everything just keeps piling up, first Miles, then her mom, and now Monroe. Charlie wishes she could just make everything stop, the grief and the anger, all of it. The bag of moonshine sits on her kitchen table, that's one way to make it all go away. Of course drinking and being drunk is the reason last night happened but Charlie has no desire to see Monroe again anytime in the near future. Making up her mind, Charlie locks up all the doors and windows before settling down on her couch with a few bottles. After an hour she decides drinking away your problems does in fact help and understands why Miles was always at least half drunk. As she's about to pass out Charlie decides that's how she's going to spend her time from now on, lost in a drunken haze.
...
Two weeks pass with Charlie doing everything she can to avoid Bass and stay at least buzzed at all times, if not flat out drunk. Aaron and Gene are worried but since they've made it their mission to babysit Rachel, its hard for them to check up on Charlie as much as they'd like to. Charlie tends to avoid being out in public as much as possible, preferring to stay in her little house and drink herself in oblivion. She's barely dragging herself out of bed when the knock sounds at her front door. Its loud and incessant, going on for a few minutes as she stumbles her way to the front door.
"Charlie! Its Aaron, open up."
"Damn it Aaron. Do you have to yell?" Charlie groans as she opens the door, squinting against the sunlight pouring into her living room
"I'm not yelling, you're just hung over. Gene is with Rachel, I thought you and I could have lunch."
"I'm not hungry."
"Charlie when was the last time you were sober?"
"Probably the last time Miles was alive so you know, its been a while."
"What about Monroe?"
"What about him?"
"I've seen even less of him around town then you. How's he doing?"
"Why do you care?"
"We never talked about what happened after he warned me about Rachel, did we?"
"No, why?"
"I went by his place later that day to apologize and I might have said something along the lines of, he only watches out for you because of Miles. Well he got mad, no not just mad he was nearly enraged. He yelled at me, started going on about you being the person left that he gives a damn about that actually gives a damn about him too. After I left I realized he was right. Connor is who knows where, he's got no other family, Gene and I aren't exactly his friends, and Rachel well we know there's no love loss there. Without Miles, shit Charlie you are literally all he's got in this world. No wonder he's been so protective of you."
Charlie feels bile rise in her throat as a memory from that night with Bass comes forward. He was holding her in place, his voice came out so broken. 'You're all I've got left Charlie.' It echoes around her mind after Aaron has stopped talking.
"Charlie?" Aaron waves a hand in front of her face. "Are you okay?" Charlie shakes her head, the need to empty her stomach intensifying. She was was horrible to him, treated him like her own personal punching bag. She didn't even think about his pain, not really. Oh God, she's just like her mother. That last thought pushes her over the edge. She pushes past Aaron, drops to her knees and vomits. Its mostly whiskey and stale bread but Charlie feels like its never going to stop. She's vaguely aware of Aaron holding her hair and rubbing her back, but the only thing she can focus on is Bass and the burning need to make everything up to him. She tries to stand but finds her legs aren't working correctly.
"Woah Charlie! Let me help you." With Aaron practically carrying her Charlie makes it inside to the couch, her whole body feels shaky. She watches Aaron start to clean up.
"Leave it, I'll get in in a minute."
"No you won't, you'll sit right there and rest while I clean up. Charlie I know you've been going through a lot but you have to take care of yourself. You can't live off whiskey and bread, you're going to kill yourself like that." Aaron turns away from her and starts cleaning up again. Charlie fades in and out of sleep through out most of the day, while Aaron stays to take care of her. He makes her eat real food and drink water, and once she's feeling up to it he makes her get cleaned up. By the end of the day Charlie is sober but exhausted, both physically and mentally. She wants to go straight to Bass but decides against it, thinking its best to get some rest before she tackles that complicated mess. Aaron leaves only after promising to spend more time with her, and extracting a promise from Charlie to take better care of herself. The last thought to cross her mind before she falls asleep again is that she hopes she's not too late to fix things.
…..
Early the next morning Charlie wakes up feeling equal parts nervous as hell and better than she has in nearly a month. She actually eats breakfast (rather than drinking it) before walking over to see Bass. She nearly turns around three times during the 5 minute walk but in the end she steals herself and knocks on his door. Charlie tries desperately not to fidget but she can't help it, she really fucked up and Bass could very well tell her to go to hell. After a few minutes of silence Charlie knocks again, and again, and again. She's just about ready to pick the damn lock when the door bangs open and Bass stands there glaring at her, barefoot and shirtless. He opens his mouth, probably to yell but stops when it clicks that its Charlie standing in front of him.
"Charlie?" He looks utterly befuddled and frankly, kind of adorable. Sexy too, if she's honest with herself.
"Hey Bass." Charlie hates that her voice comes out shaky, obviously highlighting how nervous she is.
"Charlie." He's still staring at her. Charlie tries to remember what she wanted to say but finds that the words aren't coming to her.
"What do you want Charlie? I'm not in the mood to get yelled right now." He sounds tired and Charlie recognizes a hangover when she sees one.
"I'm sober." Its not exactly what she means to say but it'll do as a starting point.
"What?" He looks confused again.
"I'm sober and... I'm sorry Bass. The things I said to you, the way I treated you. God, I'm no better than Rachel." The silence that follows is tense and heavy, and Charlie feels her heart drop. It is too late. She needs to leave before she starts crying. She's just preparing to leave when she feels an arm snake around her waist and she's pulled into Bass' arms. He holds her tight against his chest.
"I'm sorry too, I was out of control with Rachel and a complete dick the next morning."
"No it was my fault. I was so cruel to you, after everything that you and Miles have told me about your past, your family... I should have been better to you."
"How about this? We were both shit friends that day and we call it square."
"But-"
"No Charlie, I don't want to waste anymore time fighting about who was a bigger ass. We both fucked up, let's move past it."
"Really?" Charlie finally pulls back just enough to look up at him but Bass keeps her locked in his arms. She feels like its too easy, nothing is ever this simple or easy in her life.
"Charlie, I'm tired of being alone and I don't want you alone either. We need each other right now."
"Okay, you're right."
"Just one more thing." Bass pauses and Charlie holds her breath. Here it is, the catch. The stipulation.
"Never, ever compare yourself to Rachel unless its to say how much better you are than her. Deal?" Charlie feels a smile split her face, its going to be okay.
"Deal." He pulls her back against his chest, lifting off the ground as he holds her.
"I've missed you Charlie."
"I've missed you too Bass, even when I didn't want to admit it."
"You wanna come in? Have a drink?"
"Oh ummm..."
"You said something about being sober. You not drinking anymore?"
"Yesterday I was kind of a mess, Aaron basically nursed me back to health from near alcohol poisoning. I'm just taking a small break from drinking."
"You sound like you're breaking up, with alcohol."
"Shut up Bass. Besides, I know you're hungover. Go get some sleep, I'll come back in a while."
"Okay but be warned, if this was some kind of dream I'm going to hunt the real you down and get this shit settled."
"Not a dream. Sleep, wash up, and then Charlie time."
"Are you saying I stink?"
"No you smell like whiskey, makes it a little hard to not drink."
"So you're tempted?" His words carry an unintended double meaning, they both know it and they both ignore it.
"You know my weakness." She tries to make it light and easy, pretend that aren't both thinking about last time. It doesn't work.
"Oh, yeah." His tone leaves Charlie feeling tingly in all the right places.
"Go to sleep Bass." His grin tells her that he knows exactly what she's thinking about. Charlie rolls her eyes and leaves, feeling better than she has any right to be feeling.
Bass watches her walk away, the grin still stretched across his face. He can't believe it. Charlie is back. He fucked up and she still came back. Okay to be fair, they both fucked up but it doesn't matter. All that matters is that he's not alone anymore.
The last two weeks have been a fresh hell for him. Miles is gone, Charlie hated him. He felt like he was drowning, sinking back into the insanity that lead to so many mistakes before. He tried to claw his way out, he went to see Charlie a few times but she would never answer him. Each time he left he felt heavier, the weight of her anger dragging him further into madness. Without Miles and Charlie, there was nothing else for him in this stupid town and he had been thinking about leaving.
When he opened his door this morning to find Charlie looking up at him, it was like he could breathe again for the first time in weeks. He tried not to get his hopes up, for all he knew she was drunk and looking for a fight, and he just happened to be the easiest target. When she started apologizing Bass thought that he might hallucinating, or dreaming. It didn't matter though, on the off chance that it might be real he made his peace. He's sick of being alone, and he knows Charlie hasn't exactly been in good company. He's spoken to Pittman a few times over the weeks, not giving away that he and Charlie had fought.
He stands there until Charlie is out of sight before retreating into his house and looking around. God this place is a hazard zone. There's trash, dirty clothes, old food, and empty bottles everywhere. He thinks about just going back to sleep but knows he won't sleep until he cleans up in here. If Charlie does come back, he doesn't want her to see this. Its not like he's never ignored a hangover before, hell he could teach a class at this point. He spends the next two hours cleaning and drinking water to ease the hangover. By the time he's done he stinks for real, and wants a drink and some sleep. Instead he hauls water in and heats it, getting himself washed up. He collapses on his bed naked, asleep before he even knows it.
Charlie knocks on the door a few hours later but when Bass doesn't answer she lets herself in, figuring he's probably passed out. She intends to see if he has any food and if not, go get some. She was hoping they could make dinner together, like when they're on the road. It seems like a safe way to start spending time together again, especially after last time. She wants to avoid that all together and hopes Bass agrees. Before she raids his kitchen Charlie decides to check on him, just a quick look in to make sure he's not smothering himself to death by accident.
When she pushes the door to his bedroom open it lets out a small squeak and before Charlie can blink Bass jumps up and points a gun at her. Also, he's naked. The gun seems to be forgotten as Charlie takes in his body, all tanned skin and hard angles.
'Hard everything.' Charlie thinks as her eyes travel south.
"Enjoying the view Charlotte?" Her eyes snap back up to his face. Somewhere in the back of her mind she notes that he put the gun down, but he's looking at her like he wants to devour her so everything else seems to be secondary in her brain. Charlie isn't sure if she moves first or he does but they clash in the middle of the room. Charlie jumps, wrapping herself around him as Bass bands one arm around her and buries his other hand in her hair. The kiss is hard all lips, tongue, and teeth. Charlie groans when her back meets the wall roughly but doesn't stop kissing him. Bass pulls back just long enough to yank off her top and unhook her bra but his mouth is back on hers in moments. He reaches for the snap on her pants and curses, he's going to have to let her down to get her naked.
"Move. Pants." Charlie murmurs against his lips her mind clearly in the same place as his. Bass backs off, watching her breasts bounce when her feet hit the ground. She kicks off her boots while sliding her jeans and panties down her legs. She is barely standing straight again when she's slammed back against the wall. Bass cups both breasts and pushes them together, his lips and tongue working her nipples until they ache. Charlie threads her fingers into his hair and jerks his face back up so she can kiss him again. As their tongues battle Bass slides a hand between her legs and finds Charlie so wet and ready for him that she's dripping.
"Need to be inside you." He moans against her lips as he grabs her waist and picks her back up, pinning her against the wall with his hips. He lines his cock at her entrance and waits, he needs to hear her say it first. He needs to know she wants this as much as he does. Charlie can feel the head brushing against her and rolls her hips impatiently.
"Fuck me already Bass." She growls, yanking on his hair. That's all he needs to hear before he plunges into her, the moment he's inside her their eyes lock and it hits them both that this thing between them has been building for a long time.
They start to move against each other, its hard and fast and an odd sort of desperation colors their movements. Their bodies communicate in a way that needs no words. Bass can feel when Charlie is close, so he pushes a hand between them and teases her clit. She cries out, her pussy squeezing his cock in a vice grip. The feel of her orgasm sends Bass over the edge, he barely manages to pull out in time to come on her stomach and thighs. The only sound in the room is their ragged breathing. Bass wants to simply sink to the floor and sleep but he makes himself walk to the bed. He drops down with Charlie in his lap.
"You okay?" Bass asks quietly, almost afraid that he'll spook her into running. Again.
"Mmmmm." Is the only reply he gets from a practically boneless Charlie. Deciding that's the only reply he's going to get anytime soon Bass leans back, settling himself on the bed with Charlie sprawled out on top of him, his fingertips running up and down her spine. He's asleep within a few minutes, unaware that Charlie is still awake.
Charlie waits. She waits until his breathing has evened out and his hand has stopped moving up and down her spine. She waits until she knows he's asleep before climbing off him and out of bed. Silently she gathers her clothing, thankful that his bedroom door is still open. Deciding that her best chance at getting out undetected is to get dressed outside, Charlie sneaks towards the door. She's standing at the threshold when he speaks.
"Going somewhere?" Charlie freezes with her back to him, not wanting to turn around and see the look on his face.
"Home."
"You don't have to sneak Charlie. I'm a big boy, I can handle whatever it is you need to say about this."
"That's kind of the problem, I don't know what to say. I was hoping a little distance would help me figure it out."
"So two weeks without talking isn't enough distance?"
"That was different, I was mad and drunk and mad."
"Damn it Charlie, will you just come sit down and talk to me?"
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because if you're naked and I'm naked, no talking will get done." Bass wants to disagree, he wants to say that they have more self control then that, except he knows they don't.
"Fine, then we'll both get dressed and go into the kitchen to talk." He watches some of the tension ease out of her body, she nods once before going into the living room. He can hear her shuffling around as she gets dressed and he throws on whatever is clean. He gives her a few extra minutes because he's sure she's putting on every single item of clothing, down to her socks and boots unlike himself that threw on jeans, a t-shirt, and nothing else. The sound of her boots on his floor tell him she's dressed, and he knows he better get out there before she bolts.
"Better?" He asks making a point to spin around so she can see he's fully dressed. When she rolls her eyes at him he knows whatever is said or decided, they will be okay. She walks past him, a little too closely to be considered normal between them. He itches to reach out and touch her. Jesus, they've fucked three times and he's suddenly addicted to touching her. He manages to keep his hands to himself and take a seat across from her at the table. They sit in awkward silence for a few moments.
"Well?" Charlie asks, looking at him expectantly.
"Well what?"
"You're the one that wanted to talk, so talk."
"Why do I have to go first?"
"Because it was your idea!"
"You're the one that tried to run away. Again."
"Because I wanted to avoid this." Charlie waves a hand between them, indicating the obvious awkwardness. Bass takes a deep breath reminding himself that she's right, he's the one that wanted to talk.
"I don't want to pretend this didn't happen Charlie. Whatever this thing is between us, I don't want to stop. I want you Charlie, I've wanted you for a long time. I don't know how you feel about any of this but there it is." Bass watches her absorb his words and feels nervous for the first time in a long time.
"I don't want to stop either but I also don't want to talk about it. At all."
"So we keep doing... each other but we don't talk about it."
"Yes."
"If I didn't know how good the sex is, I might be a little offended by that."
"Why? Isn't this what most guys want? No strings sex."
"First off, I'm not most guys. Second, there's no way that anything between us has ever been no strings. We are a fucking spider web of complications."
"You're right, which is even more of a reason not to talk about it." Bass lets out a little laugh, she's really drilling in the whole no talking about sex thing. He reaches for some whiskey, stopping when he remembers that Charlie isn't drinking right now.
"You mind?" He shakes the bottle for emphasis and watches Charlie lick her lips.
"No its fine." Without further ado, Bass unscrews the lid and takes a long pull straight from the bottle, his eyes close at the familiar, almost comforting burn down his throat. In the next moment they snap open as Charlie straddles his lap, making herself comfortable. She presses her lips against his, slipping her tongue into his mouth for slow, lazy kiss and after a few minutes she pulls away smiling. He feels her take the whiskey from his hand and put it to his lips again. He takes another drink and when the bottle leaves his lips Charlie is there again. Kissing him long and slow, savoring the combination of whiskey and Bass as she starts to grind down against his hardening cock. This continues for a few more drinks until Bass decides he's had enough foreplay.
"You done using me to get your fix?"
"You act like you aren't enjoying it." She gives another roll of her hips to punctuate her point.
"Oh I'm enjoying it but I know what I want more." He traces the top of her jeans with feather light touches making Charlie shudder. She reaches for the hem of her tank top and is about to yank it off when Bass stops her.
"I've fucked you on the ground and against a wall, I think this time I want you in my bed Charlie where I can take my time. I want to learn every curve and scar, I want to know your body better than you do. Is that okay Charlotte?" Bass watches the way her face changes, going from lust crazed inferno to slow burn in seconds.
"Then take me to bed Bass." Her voice comes out low and throaty.
Bass picks Charlie up and carries her back to his bedroom, laying her on the bed and climbing on top of her. They kiss for a long time, hands exploring over clothes first before they slowing strip each other. As each article of clothing is removed, they stroke, kiss, and taste each other until they are both naked and in need. Bass wants to go down on her, to taste her as she comes against his tongue but he can't wait anymore. He needs to be inside of her. Slowly he slides in, taking his time to make sure Charlie feels every single inch of him.
He continues to take it slow, showing Charlie how good it can be when you don't rush to the finish line. When her first orgasm crashes over her, Charlie moans his name and clutches at his arms. Bass doesn't stop pushing in and out, he keeps going milking her orgasm for all its worth and by the time she starts to come back to earth, she can already feel another building up.
"Harder Bass! Faster!" Charlie tries to get him to pick up the pace but Bass is determined to drive her to the brink of exhaustion from multiple orgasms.
"I told you Charlotte, I'm taking my time with you tonight."
"I need to come!" Its part plea and part demand, making Bass smirk down at her.
"Oh you will."
"Now, please."
"Greedy woman, you already came."
"Bass." The little groan almost makes him give in but he keeps his resolve. Leaning down he kisses her the way she kissed him in the kitchen, lazily exploring her mouth with his tongue. She pulls away when he hits that sweet spot inside her, throwing her back and gasping.
"Again! Oh please do that again!" He doesn't disappoint, angling both their bodies so he keeps hitting her spot. Charlie quivers under him, another orgasm on the horizon. This time she shatters around him, her whole body bowing off the bed before she collapses back against it. Still Bass doesn't let up. He does however pick up his pace, knowing he's not going to last much longer but he wants Charlie to have at least one more orgasm, two if he can manage to hold out.
"Bass I can't, no more."
"Yes more, I want you to scream for me."
"Fuck, I'm already close again. I can feel it."
"Don't fight it Charlie, come for me again." Charlie wants to give him some wise-ass sarcastic retort but can't seem to form words. Her body feels heavy and at the same time like there's fireworks going off under her skin. Each thrust makes her whimper, and her clit throbs to the same erratic beat as her heart. The pleasure is almost too much, nearly painful in the most exquisite way. Suddenly Charlie feels it, like being knocked through the air during an explosion, she goes higher and higher. Just as abruptly she's falling back to earth, except its Bass' soft bed that she lands on. Charlie is aware that he's still moving inside her, she hears him groan before he pulls all the way out. Blindly Charlie reaches for him, yanking his face down so she can kiss him.
"Charlie-" Their lips meet before he can warn her and Bass comes against her belly. He knows he should roll over because he's probably crushing her but Bass feels like there's an iron blanket draped over him. So he keeps kissing her until he absolutely needs to breathe, with Herculean effort he pushes himself off Charlie to lay beside her on the bed. They don't speak for a long time, both still recovering. Its Charlie that breaks the silence.
"We should have been doing that a long time ago." Bass laughs and pulls her closer to curl against his side.
"Yeah, only if you wanted Miles to murder me."
"He wouldn't have murdered you. Kicked your ass sure, shot you maybe, killed you no."
"I've done a lot of shitty things that he forgave me for but I don't think sleeping with his niece would have been forgivable."
"Sleeping with me is a shitty thing?"
"Not to me, but to Miles it would have been the ultimate unforgivable act."
"I don't think so."
"I guess we'll never really know." The silence that blankets the room is sad and Bass doesn't want to be sad. He's been sinking into depression for weeks and now things are starting to look up for him. He knows he's probably going to find some way to fuck it up, or it'll be ripped from him. That's just how his life goes, but for now he wants to cling to every moment of peace he can find with Charlie.
"Wait. Does that mean if I would have made a move on you months ago, you would have let me?" He watches the color rise to her cheeks quickly before she turns her face towards his chest, her hair falling like a curtain to hide her from his view.
"Oh come on Charlie. I'll admit that if you had tried to seduce me, I would have enthusiastically let you months ago, hell years ago."
"Years?" Charlie asks quietly, peaking at him through her hair.
"Years." Bass confirms.
"When exactly?" Charlie pushes her hair away from her face, suddenly very interested in this conversation. Bass hesitates a minute, not sure if he should give her the real answer or the more acceptable answer. He decides on the truth.
"Philly." Charlie bolts straight up and stares down at him.
"Philly? How? What? Why? Why?"
"Well to start you're hot and gorgeous Charlie, and you were fierce and brave. You captivated me immediately. It was just physical at first but then we became partners and friends so I just sort of pushed the attraction down." Charlie is stunned speechless. Philly! She feels like she should relive every single interaction they've ever had.
"Your turn, and don't hold back on me. I told you the truth."
"New Vegas. The first time."
"The first time? When you were trying to kill me?"
"I saw you fighting shirtless. I was angry and hated you, not blind. I could appreciate the packaging." Bass grins and pulls her into a quick kiss.
"Well feel free to explore the packaging and the content anytime you want." Charlie rolls her eyes at the cheesiness of that line.
"Maybe later. I think right now I just want to sleep." Charlie makes a move to get up but Bass tightens his arm around her.
"Stay?"
"For the night?" Charlie asks looking a little panicked.
"Yes Charlie, stay for the night. You have spent the night here before."
"That was before, on your ugly, green couch not in your bed."
"Charlie you have two options here. Get up and out of this warm, soft comfortable bed, get dressed, go outside into the cold, walk all the way home and go to sleep alone in your cold, lonely bed. Or you can stay here, where there is a very good chance of a repeat of what just happened. Maybe even an updated and improved version." As he spoke Bass could feel Charlie relaxing back into his embrace.
"Improved? I don't think it can get better."
"I haven't even gone down on you yet."
"Oh, you don't have to do that."
"Have to? I can't wait to bury head between your thighs." He watches the way her eyes widen and the most alluring blush spreads over her face and down her chest.
"You like doing that?"
"You've never had a guy go down on you?" Charlie shakes her head, looking embarrassed. Bass groans a little, kind of loving the idea that he'll be the first. He wonders what other firsts he can claim.
"I was going to earlier but I was impatient and wanted to be inside you. Next time, I promise I'll show you what you've been missing. For now, let's just go to sleep." It was still relatively early but they were both exhausted, it had a taxing day both physically and mentally. Bass pulls Charlie closer, smiling widely when she lays her head on his shoulder and throws her leg over his waist. He could get used to this, falling asleep with Charlie cuddled up in his arms.