Nights in white satin, sweet dreams - on the road again….
A Revolution fic: Bass Monroe/Charlie Matheson, Charloe; Blackout AU. Miles Matheson, Rachel Matheson, Aaron Pittman, Nora Clayton mention of other characters from the show. After the Tower, and before he found New Vegas, Bass headed towards Philadelphia, aiming to see what was left of the Monroe Republic… Somewhere along the way, something happened that made him wonder about the power of dreams, and why Charlie Matheson kept turning up in his…
Rating M
Author's note:
Hi there and thanks so much for having a look at this, and for enjoying it so far. Sorry about the big gap in updates – I had a bit of a unwell spell. Anyway, I tried to make up for it by giving you lots to read lol! The story is based on prompts from the Orgy Armada's Revolution, The Second Coming. I don't own any part of Revolution and am writing this purely for love of the show and its characters.
Nights in white satin, sweet dreams - on the road again…
Aaron wrapped his hand in a strip of cloth and carefully lifted one of the little bottles out of its crate, peering at the label…'This one's Typhus…' he put the bottle back and reached across to the other open crate, picking up another, 'and this…' he frowned 'this is Smallpox, although I'm pretty sure they're both manufactured variants,' he checked another box, 'Sodium Pentathol, Anthrax…' and another, full of sealed metal canisters 'and here we have sarin gas, oh and mustard gas…' Then he turned to Charlie, face grim…'Who the hell are these people?'
She shrugged…'They're the enemy, Aaron…'
Aaron carefully replaced the lids on each crate 'There are like, three of us? Four if we count you know who and five if we count your mom' he turned to her…'Charlie, what hope do we possibly have against people who've got access to stuff like this?'
Charlie glanced up at her mom…
Rachel was sitting in an old rocker on the deck by the open back door; hands in her lap, eyes glassy and looking vaguely at a spot somewhere to the left of the wagon. Her lips were moving as she talked to herself…
Charlie sighed…'Probably none at all' she turned back to Aaron who was looking a whole lot more worried than usual, if that was even possible, 'but I guess we'll just keep on fighting anyway, isn't that what we do?' She leaned on the wagon tailgate, nodding at the crates inside… So how do get rid of this stuff?'
Aaron chewed his lip, frowning…'The best way would be incineration – or sodium hydroxide and water maybe…' he checked the rest of the wagon, 'which they haven't been kind enough to provide…'
Miles appeared at the back door, his face pale and set, buckling his sword belt as he spoke… 'Charlie? Aaron? Grab your crap while I hitch up the horses, we gotta go, now…' He glanced down at Rachel then back to Charlie as he hurried down the steps and strode towards them. 'I'll take Aaron and your mom on the wagon and go cross country away from the road and you scout on ahead with you know who, ok?'
Charlie was already jogging towards the house, 'what is it, Miles? What's happened?'
He took her arm as she went past; leaning close to her ear…'I just had a chat with Rose, Charlie'
'Rose? The gh…. you mean you actually saw Rose?' Charlie's eyes widened…
He nodded, his dark eyes hooded, 'yeah…'
'Who's Rose?' Aaron had come up behind Charlie and was staring at Miles…
He shook his head, eyes slanting quickly to Rachel then back…. 'Later, Aaron, let's just get going, ok? I want to get some hours under our belts before dark…' he turned back to Charlie… 'According to our little helper there's a whole bunch of Patriots headed this way from the next town wondering why their poison train didn't make the rendezvous…'
Charlie looked at him…'We can't let them get it, Miles…'
He nodded again, 'I know…'
She squeezed his arm and turned to go…
'Charlie?'
She looked back 'Yeah?'
He tipped his head towards the river where Bass was camped, 'see if you know who's got a spare map?'
She nodded 'Ok…'
….
Charlie packed her mom's things first, sliding the bag across the floor towards Aaron as he gathered his own stuff...
He grabbed it, shoving it next to his…'Charlie, what's going on? Who's Rose?'
She had a quick look to see that her mom was still sitting outside…'Rose is the one who did all the disappearing stuff, and who brought Bass to the barn that night…'
Aaron looked around hopefully, 'So is she here now?'
Charlie shrugged, 'I don't know, Bass and Miles are the only one's who've seen her so far…'
His face fell…
She grinned, he looked so disappointed…'She's a ghost so I guess she does whatever she likes, we're just lucky that she likes us…' she slung her bow strap over one shoulder…'she told Bass that what happened at the tower that night – when all the lightening happened? It did something, made her stronger?'
His eyes widened 'that's crazy, it was electrical energy, how could that effect ghosts?'
'Well apparently it did, and it's no crazier than those dancing cicadas we saw…' She found one of her mom's socks and stuffed it into the bag 'or the weird crows…'
'Yes it is' Aaron did up the straps on his pack with a snick of metal on leather…'It's a whole other level of crazy. You're talking about an electrified ghost that can transport people through space and make groups of people share dreams…' he shook his head… 'It's like we've fallen into an episode of the X Files…'
'The what?' Charlie had another look around the room in case they'd missed anything else…'Don't worry about it Aaron; Rose said most of it was in our collective unconscious, although that doesn't really explain what happened in the barn' she paused, an eyebrow lifting 'but the main thing is that she seems to be on our side…'
Aaron shook his head then loaded himself up and started for the door, 'I'm a scientist, Charlie, and none of this makes any logical sense…'
Charlie lifted her pack, smiling… 'Sometimes things don't have to make any sense, Aaron, they just are…' then she tightened her scabbard thigh strap, slung her bedroll over her shoulder and followed him out…
….
She wasn't surprised to find Bass already packed and ready to go, both horses saddled and Painful loaded up…
'You too?'
He nodded, holding his hands out for her pack and bedroll, 'Yeah, Rosie was pretty insistent on us heading out fast.' He frowned a little as he stowed Charlie's gear in the mule's panniers, 'I'm no expert on ghosts, but she seems to be getting stronger since we joined up with you and the others, not weaker like she thought; not that I'm complaining.' He handed her the reins of the chestnut. 'Oh, Stony's a good ride but keep him away from low branches' he grinned, his teeth very white 'I think he's been taking lessons from Painful in annoying habits.'
She took the reins 'I'm guessing Stony's named after someone?'
He chuckled this time, his eyes glinting blue in the sun…'yep'
'So what's the black one's name?'
'Blackie…'
Charlie laughed out loud, 'Really?'' then she reached up and he met her halfway in a kiss that burned and rippled its way down her spine and had them both panting with need... She let go reluctantly, sliding a hand down the firm chest and hooking a finger behind the thick leather belt around his hips, the warm, firm flesh of his belly so tempting… 'Can't wait till we can finish this…'
He laughed softly…'tonight?'
'Oh Yeah…' She slid her fingers out with a sigh then mounted up, adjusting the stirrups and getting the feel of the big, rangy horse. 'Oh, Aaron says we need to find somewhere to incinerate the stuff in the wagon and Miles wants to know if you've got a spare map…'
He licked his lips, tasting her there and nodded again, pulling a folded piece of paper out of his pack and handing it up to her…'I figured that's what we'd be doing so I marked out a route. If we head down to Pueblo, there's a steelworks museum there and it still had a working furnace before the blackout. I reckon it's our best shot…' He shrugged… 'It'll take us about three days if everything goes ok…'
Charlie put the map in her jeans pocket and slanted a heated look down at him…'that's two nights…'
He grinned, stroking one hand up her leg to her hip, his thumb stroking over the thin denim covering her pussy… 'Yeah'
Her tongue flickered out over her lips and the muscles of her thighs tensed as her clit pulsed… 'How worried are you, about the Patriots I mean?'
He thought for a moment, his hand warm on her leg…'They might not be expecting us to go the way we're going so we could be lucky' he shrugged, 'Rose seemed worried though, she didn't bother with the cards this time, she came herself…'
'We're putting a lot of trust in a ghost, Bass'
'She's given us no reason not to trust her, Charlie,' he ran his hand down and checked the girth again…'but then I don't know much about ghosts and what's important to them, so I guess we shouldn't take her for granted' he stepped back, giving her room to move…'We'll be going past Ludlow, it's supposed to be haunted, it'll be interesting to see what Rose makes of it…'
Charlie shivered…'I'm not sure I want to come across any more ghosts, Bass; what if the lightening woke them up too?' She turned the chestnut back to the house, 'I'll take this on up to Miles then come back, ok?'
Bass mounted up, his eyes glinting blue…'I'll wait for you upriver...'
'I won't be long,' she blew him a kiss over her shoulder.
….
The road – or track – that Bass had marked had taken them deep into the forested hills heading down the map towards Ludlow. It was quiet and beautiful although to Aaron it just looked like more places for things to hide in… He concentrated on keeping Rachel upright; she was mumbling to herself again, something about Danny and the nanotech, about wanting to take something back…
They'd just turned round a blind corner when Miles pulled the horses up with a clatter of stones and dust, his face set… 'You have got to be fucking kidding me…'
There was a tree down across the road just a little way ahead, blocking the way, no room to get the wagon around it…
Miles wrapped the reins around the stake in front of the bench seat and got down, heading over to have a look. 'You want to see if they've got anything useful in that toolbox, Aaron?'
Aaron nodded, climbed over the seat in the wagon tray and pulled the box out from under the seat so he could open it. Inside was a selection of various tools including a heavy duty saw and a couple of axes, he grabbed those and a length of rope and was just about to take them over to Miles when he saw a small, padlocked strongbox in a hollow that had been hidden under the bigger toolbox. He pulled it out for later, anything the Patriots considered important enough to hide was something they probably needed to see…
It took them almost half an hour but by the time Charlie turned up, between them he and Miles had cleared enough branches to get the wagon past…
Miles wiped his hands on his pants and started back to the wagon, 'glad to see you, kiddo…' He looked out into the trees and saw Bass, their eyes locking for a long moment and he grinned a little at the relief in those blue eyes; the moron had actually been worried…
Charlie swung down off her horse, 'we wondered what was taking you guys so long…' she wrapped the reins round a low branch and hurried over to the wagon.
Rachel looked down at her, her eyes clear for once… 'Charlie, hi… Where's your brother?' then her face fell and she looked away, eyes unfocused again, her mouth working…
Charlie sighed…'Hi mom…'
Aaron took a long swig from his water bottle and took his axe and saw back to the toolbox, collecting the small box while he was there and bringing it round to show the others… 'Hey guys? I found this hidden in the back...'
Miles took one look and reached for a crow bar and a wrench… 'Hold it still, Aaron' He levered the padlock open and lifted the lid of the box…
Aaron took a sharp breath in and nearly dropped the whole thing when he saw what was inside…
Charlie's mouth dropped open…
Miles choked off a laugh… 'No wonder the Patriots were worried about their wagon'
Two nanotech pendants lay cushioned in pre-blackout foam rubber inside the box, their curved metallic surfaces gleaming dully in the afternoon light…
…..
Just as it was getting dark they reached the first of the stops Bass had marked on the map, a cluster of five log cabins built around a large central grassy island and set back off the road above a small lake. A faded sign at the turnoff announced 'Crystal Lake cabins.'
The cabins had been hunting and fishing lodges before the blackout and didn't appear to have been occupied since although there were signs that people and other things had been through the place. Anything useful and portable had long since been taken or had decayed but there were still some basic usable furnishings including beds and chairs under the rubble of scattered and torn paper and fabric, burst cushions and general, water and weather damaged mess…
Aaron opened the fridge in the kitchen of one of the cabins. As well as assorted mounds of unidentifiable sludge, there were still a half dozen cans of beer sitting on a shelf in the door. He pulled one out with a finger and it fell to the floor with a clatter, empty and hollow, the base disintegrating into dust. He stood for a long moment, just looking at it, then sighed and closed the door…
'Aaron?'
He turned to see Charlie at the door leaning on the frame, a smile curving her full lips and her dimple twinkling. She looked good, healthy, her eyes bright, energy crackling and for a moment he envied her youth, her courage, her love of life in spite of everything, when all he felt was despair…
'Are you coming? Food's ready'
He felt his mouth water despite his mood and he nodded, 'yeah, thanks Charlie…'
The smile widened into admiration, 'your bread smells amazing, Aaron'
He walked over to join her and found a smile somewhere; it was good to see her enjoying something… 'I hope it tastes as good as it smells, Charlie…'
She slipped an arm through his and walked with him towards the campfire where Miles and Rachel were already eating…'I know it will, because you made it,' she sighed, 'and there's enough flour for tomorrow, and the day after that…'
Aaron suddenly couldn't speak; he found it hard to believe in tomorrow anymore, dealing with today was enough, but he was glad that Charlie could… He blinked away the stupid tears that filled his eyes, chewed his lip and kept walking, glad of her arm in his too…
….
Bass had taken first watch and was stationed up by the turnoff to the cabins. Aaron and Miles were sitting on a couple of camp chairs on the back porch of the cabin they'd chosen as a base watching the horses grazing on the long grass in front of the cabins and working their way through one of the Patriot bottles of whiskey.
The subject of where Charlie was going to sleep hadn't been raised by anyone although she'd made a show of putting her things in the cabin furthest away from the others and closest to where Bass had set up camp nearer the lake.
Miles had decided to let things take whatever course they were going to there, he figured Charlie deserved whatever happiness she could find after everything that had happened, and Bass seemed saner and happier than he could remember him being for years, literally. He sighed, lifting the bottle to his lips, Rose had given him some time back with Nora and he still ached with the memory of it, of her alive and so, so vibrant in his arms, her lips on his, her hair sliding soft across his skin... That memory had softened his last sight of her in the Tower, and he was grateful for that, and if Rose had been able to give Bass some peace and Charlie some happiness, then he wasn't going to spoil it for them…
He just had to keep any suggestion of it from Rachel.
Aaron sighed and looked at the frustratingly unresponsive pendants sitting in the palm of his hand…'What I wouldn't give for a hot shower, a bug light and a cold drink right now…'
Miles passed him the whiskey, 'give it a rest, Aaron.' He glanced inside at Charlie who was getting her mom settled onto the surprisingly clean mattress in the bedroom. The light of the full moon flooding in through the windows showed her stroking her mom's hair to help her sleep, her movements slow and reassuring, her voice low and calm. He felt a sudden surge of affection for her, a protectiveness that shook him with its strength…
Aaron took a long slug from the bottle, 'can't help it, Miles…' he sighed…'I've tried everything I can think of and nothing works, Rachel's the only one here who knows how to turn the damn things on and you won't let me ask her…'
Miles took the bottle back. 'You're as worried as I am about Rachel seeing them, Aaron, and you know it… In fact I'm not sure it's a good idea to turn them on anyway' he had another pull, enjoying the burn as the whisky went down, 'at least not until we work out what we're gonna to do with them. Besides, lights suddenly going on would be as good as putting up a 'here we are' signpost for the Patriots' He held out a hand, 'come on, hand 'em over; you're on next watch and I need you paying attention, not playing with those things'
Aaron sighed heavily, 'Ok…' and let the chains slip slowly through his fingers into Miles' hand… Then he tipped his head towards the kitchen. 'Do you think she's told him yet? About the pendants?'
Miles shook his head…'Nah…' then he shrugged…'probably'
….
Charlie grabbed another chunk of bread and some of the roasted rabbit left over from dinner and headed up to join Bass for the end of his watch. There was plenty of flour left and the Patriots had donated a jar of what turned out to be sourdough starter and a bag of salt – so she was looking forward to more…
He was leaning against a tree and turned when he heard her coming, the moonlight outlining him in silver, the handsome face, broad shoulders, slim legs and easy grace catching at her breath…
He put his rifle carefully against the tree and came to meet her, his smile wide…'I'm glad you came'
'Thought you might be hungry again,' she broke the bread in half and gave it to him along with half of the rabbit.
'Thanks, Charlie...' He wrapped the bread around the meat and took a bite….'Staypuft is a better cook than I thought, this is even better the second time around.'
They ate, the forest around them full of the sounds of night-time creatures… rabbits, insects, birds moving on their roosts, deer grunting as they grazed. It was peaceful and beautiful, with the mountains rising huge and awesome in the distance behind them outlined by the moon like a primeval landscape…
Bass finished first and brushed his hands down over his pants…'Has he worked out how to turn the pendants on yet?'
She shook her head, 'No…'
'We need to know, Charlie,' he went to pick his gun up again, then hesitated, 'Look, I know I went a bit crazy about those things before the Tower, and I'm sorry about that, but things are different now.' He stood there, his eyes intense… 'You've made things different, Charlie, and whatever we decide to do we work it out together, ok? You, me, Miles and Staypuft – and your mom too, I guess, when she's better.' His lips curved a little…'and I'm sure she will get better, Charlie, your mom's one of the strongest people I know…' he shrugged 'she's also one of the most stubborn, pig headed people I know too, but that's beside the point...'
She looked at him, her eyes full of…something; one eyebrow lifting just a little as he said the last thing…
He swallowed, 'We need all the help we can get to even have a hope of winning against these guys and even without amplifiers, these things can give us access to computers, weapons…' He took a deep breath. 'Besides, we'll need them to power up the furnace in Pueblo, an ordinary fire isn't going to be hot enough to destroy that stuff.'
Charlie nodded, she wanted to believe him, ached to believe him, hoped so much that he was telling the truth, and a big part of her did believe him, did trust him or she wouldn't have told him…so, ok… 'I know, Aaron keeps trying but nothing's worked so far.'
'I have an idea' he came a little closer…'I'm not sure you'll like it but hear me out, ok?'
She nodded again, 'what is it?'
He took a deep breath…'we can't show them to your mom, right? I think we all know what that'd do to her right now…'
Wasn't that the truth, Charlie could picture her mom completely losing it…'Go on'
'We could ask Rose to try and see how to do it in Rachel's mind'
She looked at him, 'Do you think she could do that?'
He shrugged, 'I don't know, but we can ask her…'
Charlie thought about it, her mom was already in a bad place and she didn't want to make things worse, but Bass was right, they needed to find a way to destroy the stuff in the wagon as soon as possible. She shivered; her blood ran cold when she thought of what the Patriots could do to so many people if they got their hands on it again and it wasn't as though they could just bury the stuff or chuck it in the lake, it was deadly… She took a deep breath, then let it out... 'Ok, lets ask her…'
Bass let out a long breath too…'Good, that's good…'
Charlie looked around; everything looked exactly the same, she'd somehow expected…something…'so what do we do next? How do we ask her?'
They both jumped at the sound of footsteps coming up behind them, and Bass had his rifle in his hands and pointed at the sound so fast that Charlie really couldn't say how he did it…
Aaron's face appeared between two trees as he pushed branches aside to fit through, his eyes opening wide in alarm as he saw the gun barrel pointing at him… 'Hey Monroe, it's me, it's my turn on watch…'
Bass lowered the gun, 'Staypuft, hi…'
Charlie grinned, stepping between them…'I thought it was almost time for changeover…'
Aaron came towards them, puffing just a little; one of the camp chairs folded over his shoulder…'sorry if I interrupted anything' he put the chair down and held out a bottle – there was still about a third of the whisky left in the bottom…'here, we saved you some'
Bass grinned, taking the bottle… 'Thanks, and you didn't, interrupt I mean…' He held the rifle out, barrel up, 'do you want this?'
Aaron sort of smiled, then shook his head, 'No thanks,' he patted his right hip and a dark shape there… 'Miles gave me his pistol...' he shrugged, 'although what he expects me to do with it I don't know…'
Charlie patted his arm, 'just point it at something and pull the trigger, we'll hear you and come running, ok?'
'That's what Miles said,' Aaron leaned over to set the chair up, 'look, you dropped one of your cards, Monroe.'
Bass looked down, surprised, 'I didn't bring them with me.'
Charlie glanced up at him then down at the ground… Aaron was right; it was definitely one of the Tarot cards. She bent down and picked it up. It showed a beautiful blond woman, dressed in gorgeous robes, sitting on a throne. 'It's called the Empress, but it looks a whole lot like my mom,' she showed the others, 'I think Rose got the message…'
Aaron looked confused…'what message?'
…..
Charlie opened the door to her little cabin, 'come in, Bass' The moonlight was still bright enough to see – even inside, but she pulled a small lamp out of her pack anyway.
Bass followed her inside, turning the lock as he shut the door and looking around. It reminded him a little of his cabin at the motel although that hadn't been plundered of nearly everything useable… A central all- purpose kitchen/diner/lounge room with a functional table and a sitting area with a dusty tv hanging on the wall and a couple of small, rickety couches led into a short hall with two bedrooms and a bathroom leading off it. A sliding glass door – surprisingly intact, although the vertical blinds had perished and lay in a dusty pile on the floor, led onto a small deck which overlooked the lake, a bright shimmering oval of moonlit water off in the distance. He leaned the rifle against the door and put his pack on the floor near the table, 'very nice.'
She flourished an arm towards the hall, 'and there's a real bed.' She slanted a grin up at him; her eyes hot…'so did you bring them?'
He chuckled, reaching down and pulling a shining white mass out of his pack, 'oh yeah...'
…
Charlie looked at the bed; the white satin sheets hid a multitude of sins but getting rid of the mattress, laying their bedrolls over the base and putting the sheets over that had worked and the bed almost looked like the one from their dream, if you squinted… The lamp was pretty too; it was turned way down low and she'd blacked out the small window with an old piece of blanket so it was as safe as she could make it.
She kicked her boots off and put them by the chair where she'd hung her jacket, her belts were next, her knives placed carefully on the chair where she could reach them if she needed to. Her jeans followed, folded over the back of the chair with her tank and bra over them. She stood there in her panties; her hair was still wet and in a knot on her head after their swim in the lake, and she felt clean for the first time in a while… She stretched, her body remembering hard muscled flesh sliding over hers in the water, his kisses hot on water cooled skin, his cock, sliding into her warmth like a welcome brand, the water slapping and bubbling between them as they moved, it had felt so…incredibly...good…
Bass came in, his hair curling wildly as it dried, the bottle of whisky and a couple of small glasses in his hand… He put them on the small dresser against the wall, his reflection in the foxed and scratched mirror above it angular and mysterious in the lamplight, his eyes a deep and bottomless blue. He poured them both a drink and saluted her in the mirror, 'it looks great, Charlie,' he studied her reflection, 'and so do you…'
She let her hair down and came up behind him, sliding her arms around his waist, eyes darting to the glass of whisky on the dresser, her mouth full and soft; her reflection a shadowy presence behind him and her breasts soft cushions against his back… 'Yeah, It was nice of Miles and Aaron to leave us some of that too…'
He laughed…'it was probably Aaron, Miles wouldn't have thought about it…'
Charlie leaned in close, resting her head against the warmth of his back, breathing in the spicy scent of male sweat and leather with just a trace of horse on his clothes, her arms tight around the slim waist, hands sliding up to the wide chest, her fingers playing with the tiny nubs of his nipples under the thin fabric of his shirt…'True…'
He sighed, taking her hands in his and meeting her eyes in the mirror when she leaned back and looked over his shoulder… 'I want to thank you, Charlie…'
'For what?' Her fingers laced through his, her eyes smoky blue and lazily smiling.
'For telling me about the pendants, for trusting me.'
The eyes grew serious, meeting his with an intensity that went through him like a shaft of light… 'I had to think about it because I wanted so much to believe you, but then I realized that somewhere along the way I'd come to trust you and that it was ok to tell you…'
His heart was pounding so hard he thought he could hear it. He moved one of her hands over it, 'do you feel that?'
She nodded, her eyes still fixed on his…
'That's what you do to me, Charlie; you make me feel alive; you make me want to be the best I can be.'
Her arms tightened around him, holding him close, then her hands slid over his chest as she stepped back, her dimple flashing in the mirror, her body beautiful in the light of the lamp... 'Hey, I'm on last watch and we're running out of night.'
He turned round, his eyes focused on her, the heat in them flashing straight to her belly…'I think about you all the time,' he moved closer, his hands framing her hips, running up her sides, his fingers stroking up over her ribs to her breasts, thumbs flicking the tender peaks until they tightened, making her gasp, 'I think about doing this… and this...' He leaned down and took first one nipple in his mouth and then the other, sucking and licking until she hung in his arms, her head tipped back and her eyes half closed…
She laughed, her hands reaching up to slip his shirt off his shoulders…'I think about you too, Miles rolls his eyes every time he sees me…'
Bass chuckled…'I think he's taking it pretty well, actually…' He lifted her and placed her on the bed, then pulled his shirt off, stripped out of his jeans and walked over to get their drinks….
She watched him, loving the curve of his ass, the muscles of his back and legs, the slim waist widening into a broad, defined chest, all golden in the lamplight…'Turn the lamp off, Bass?' Charlie reached up and grabbed the edge of the blanket she'd hung over the window…
He nodded, and as he turned the lamp off, the moonlight flooded in through the window, and suddenly everything was outlined in silver, not gold as she let the moon in…
She sat up and took the glass he held out to her, tossing it back and letting the whiskey burn and sizzle it's way down her throat. Then she gave the empty glass back and lay back against her improvised pillow, her arms stretched above her head and one knee bent, the curls between her legs glimmering in the moonlight with their own shine as well as her juices making them wet…her body shining softly against the white satin sheets…
He sat on the edge of the bed, his weight rolling her a little towards him, then ran a hand down the contours of her body, his fingers lingering on curves and shadows...
She shivered, a delicious shudder running through from her head to her toes… 'I wish we could stay just like this,' she lifted a hand and cupped his cheek, the soft bristles of his scruff tickling her palm…
He moved his lips so that he could kiss her palm. 'Me too,' then he slid down beside her, one arm stretched above their heads, his chest and one small nipple in kissing distance, his hard, ready cock falling against her thigh, the tip shiny with pre-cum…
She reached down and stroked it, her fingers sliding the soft skin over the hard flesh beneath, her hand circling the thick shaft, moving gently up and down… She let her leg fall, opening her pussy to his hand, smiling as he cupped her, his fingers sliding through her folds, slipping into her wet core like they were coming home. She sighed and arched her back as he slid two then three fingers into her, stretching her out although not as much as his cock did…
He leaned over and kissed her, his lips soft and hard at the same time, his scruff teasing the sensitive skin around her lips…then he reached down, slipped his hand under her knee and pulled her onto him, sliding her over until she was riding him, going slow, up and down over his cock as his hips flexed under her, letting her set the pace in a sweet, rocking ride that had them panting, sweating, gasping, skin sliding over skin, sliding over satin…
Charlie moved her hands to his chest, her fingers denting the flesh, his hands on her hips, her knees bent along his sides, her feet tucked under his knees to give her extra leverage as she increased the speed, moving to a hard, grinding gallop… her heart pounding, her blood racing and her eyes blazing with his as they raced together to somewhere, someplace where nothing mattered but this…
Bass suddenly stiffened, holding himself very still, holding her still too… his breath rasping in his throat as he held himself back… 'Charlie…'
Charlie groaned…'shit….' Then she lifted herself off him, slid down and took him in her mouth, her lips open wide to take him in, her eyes gleaming up at him as she ran her tongue over his tip, the heat of her mouth making him suck in a breath, his body tense with anticipation… She worked him up and down, her teeth grazing him so, so gently, the fingers of one hand stroking the soft, tight globes of his balls, her other hand busy between her own legs, rubbing her clit, bringing herself closer as she brought him…
Bass grabbed at handfuls of the slippery sheets, helpless as her lips and tongue tipped him over the edge and his seed burst in hot, salty sweet waves into her throat…
She laughed around his cock as she swallowed him down, her fingers sliding over her clit and inside, finding her sweet spot, her walls like elastic, gripping her fingers as she found her own release…
Then, when she could move, she slid up his body, her lips coming to rest on his, their tastes mingling in her mouth, his lips and his come, salty sweet…and whisky…
He wrapped his arms round her and squeezed her tight until she gasped, laughing, and she fell asleep with him as her cushion, her head on his shoulder, his hands on her skin, his lips on her cheek…
…..
There was someone banging at the door…
Charlie woke to the noise of it, it was still dark outside, the moon glaring in through the window...'What is it?'
Bass was already out of bed and almost into his jeans…'It's Miles, Charlie, I'll see what he wants…'
She rolled out too and reached for her clothes, 'wait for me, I'm coming.'
They reached the door almost at the same time, Charlie just getting in front of Bass to open it…
Miles was standing outside, a tall, dark shape in the moonlight…'Come on out here. You guys need to see this' then he turned away without another word, heading towards the back of the biggest cabin…
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The three of them stood looking down at the grassy slope behind the cabin where four bodies lay scattered in various versions of dead.
'Shit…' Bass ran a hand through his hair, 'what do you think, Miles, two days maybe?'
Miles poked at an arm on one of the bodies with the toe of his boot, it moved with a limp, flaccid, thump and there was an alarmed rustle as something scuttled away in the dark… 'Yeah, maybe less, they've all been shot, heavy gauge ammunition…' He sucked in a breath and turned to face them… 'We need to leave before their friends turn up looking for these guys'
Charlie looked at the bodies, grey pants, grey dusters, Stetson hats. 'So who are they? And why are you so worried?'
Miles tipped his head back towards the bodies, 'those are Texas rangers, Charlie, and the Sovereign Nation of Texas doesn't take at all kindly to people shooting them.'
Bass choked off a laugh…'and that's the understatement of the century, they'll have half their army heading this way looking for these guys, and what's the betting someone'll try to pin it on us…'
'I thought you said the Patriots wouldn't expect us to come this way,' Charlie glared at Bass…
He shrugged, 'They won't, but they know we're in the general vicinity, so they'll find a way to blame us, or me anyway, I mean they blamed me for the bombs didn't they?'
Miles lifted a hand, 'alright, alright you two…' his tongue flicked out over his bottom lip 'We've got the Patriots looking everywhere for us, and Texas probably heading this way too, and we can't let either of them have that wagon. We need to get it out of here and to that incinerator as fast as we can…' He turned and headed back up the slope, 'so pack your crap, we head out at first light…'
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AN: Hi and thanks for reading, another longish one but lots to tell! This story has totally taken me by the arm and is leading me off somewhere I didn't quite expect lol! I hope you don't mind though, more soon…
Cheers, Magpie