Lynchburg honey and lemonade chapter 4.
A Revolution fic for the Good Ship Charloe - Charloe 500 fic fest. Bass Monroe, Charlie Matheson. Charloe. Blackout AU. After Pottsboro, Bass and Charlie are still at the bickering, filled with sexual tension stage in their relationship on the road to Willoughby. They badly need supplies and find a little town that looks ok according to Monroe, although Charlie has a bad feeling, especially after what happened last time. Turns out she was right…
AN: Hi and thanks so much for coming back for another chapter. I think the initial ending of this fic fest was November 30, but I found out there was a bit more to tell so hope no one minds, lol! Cheers, M
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After her crack about needing a bigger bandage, Charlie sat back on her heels and watched Monroe laugh. Back in that pool his laughter had been sarcastic, mocking. This was from the belly, big and genuine and full of a kind of relaxed humour that was another surprise to add to her collection of Monroe surprises.
He put the gun down and leaned forward, hand reaching down to hold the towel in place over his groin, mouth still wide in that unexpectedly stunning smile and his eyes bright, curious and very close. 'You are full of surprises, Charlotte Matheson.'
Her eyebrows lifted and she choked off a laugh of her own. 'Was just thinking the same thing about you.' She was losing herself in his eyes, drowning in them, leaning closer, her body seeking his like he was some kind of magnet until their lips were almost touching, one hand finding his shoulder, the heat of his flesh under the worn shirt searing her skin, the other landing on a bare, muscular thigh. Luckily she managed to keep just enough control to make sure it was the unbandaged one...
Just as her lips met his, the sharp, echoing rat, tat, tat of shots, angry shouts and shrieks of pain exploded somewhere off in the woods, shattering the peaceful night and sending birds and wildlife screeching and scattering through the trees and into the sky. The horses snorted, then just kept on eating.
Charlie jumped, flinging herself face down on the ground next to Monroe in a defensive reflex that had somehow along the way become as natural as breathing. 'Shit.' Then she gasped as he twisted round, his hard body landing on top of her with his torso half covering hers and one of his legs keeping hers flat, unable to move. 'Monroe, what the fuck?' her voice was a strangled gasp.
'Quiet,' His lips were close to her ear. 'Those are military issue guns.'
She felt his tension, she could also feel his dick pressing into her hip, an unfettered, hot, hard, bare ridge that temporarily made her forget everything else. Then it came flooding back when one of the lamps fell over, spitting sparks. 'Shit. The lamps. And we need to put out the...'
'Fire… yeah, I got it.'
Her breath shot out of her in an undignified whoosh as he rolled over her in one quick movement, flung the towel from around his hips on top of the coals then tipped the water from the bucket she'd used for cleaning his wound on top of that.
The fire gave up the ghost in a puff of steam.
Charlie gasped, still getting her breath back. 'Ok, I'll get the la...' Then she lost her breath again as he got to his feet pulling his jeans up as he went and she got a really good, all guns blazing in glorious lamplit colour view of what the towel had been covering up.
Her mouth dropped open but nothing came out, because, wow, definitely bigger bandage… When she finally managed to breathe again, she reached over, doused the lamps and got to her feet, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the bright moonlight, her lips twitching. 'So much for being a gentleman.'
He was busy doing up his pants but shot her a look that was hot enough to curl her toes. 'I figured keeping us alive and out of trouble was a higher priority.'
'Can't argue with that.' She looked him up and down with a smirk and a shrug, 'but now I've seen yours and you haven't seen mine.' The smirk widened and she threw in an eyebrow. 'Doesn't seem fair.'
He went very still but recovered fast, taking a step closer to her, eyes blazing down into hers with something deep, dark and intense burning in the blue. 'Didn't know it was a competition, Charlotte.'
'I just made it one.' She chuckled, tongue darting out over her lips, 'are you game?'
He reached out, the tip of a long finger brushing her mouth, the rough skin catching the soft swell of her bottom lip, his eyes brilliant, full of challenge. 'I'm in. Make your move.'
'Making it now, bet I can undo your pants before you can do mine.' She sent a hand roving over his chest, fingers spreading out, sliding fast and hard over firm flesh and flexing muscle, enjoying the feel of him, the strong pounding of his heart as she stretched up, pressing a hard kiss against his lips, giving it everything she had while her other hand sped southwards and down, aiming for his belt buckle.
He laughed low in his chest, his lips eager and hungry against hers and a hand trailing down over her hair and down her back until his fingers gripping her ass, pulling her close and squeezing the pliant flesh, slipping over damp fabric into the hot valley between her legs.
Another volley of shots rang out, closer this time.
Damn it. She pulled back a little, eyes holding his, feeling breathless and hot all over, the taste of man and spiced whiskey on her tongue and her senses reveling in the feel of his heated, sweaty flesh against hers. 'Hey, that's getting too close, maybe we should check out what's happening before we do this?'
He laughed, low in his throat, his other arm snaking down her front, brushing her breasts and slipping the straps of her tank down over her shoulders on the way to her waist, his fingers starting work on the buttons of her pants. 'Charlie, right now I don't give a flying fuck what's happening anywhere else but here.'
Another shot and more yelling, even closer, in fact it sounded way too close…
'Fuck.' He closed his eyes, opened them again, frustration sizzling. Then he sighed and did her top button back up, hands reluctant, fingers lingering on the strip of skin between her jeans and the tank, thumbs stroking her hip bones and the tender flesh between. 'Ok, I guess they got my attention.'
Charlie grinned, every part of her buzzing. Then she stepped back, pulled her tank straps back up and reached down for her new bow. 'Sooner we get it done, sooner we can get back. What's the plan?'
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Charlie peered down over the battered and abandoned gas station roof at the battered man lying in the road in the bright moonlight surrounded by a dozen khaki clad soldiers taking turns at kicking and punching him and the two other men on the ground with him. 'Those are Patriots aren't they, and isn't one of the guys they're hitting on that idiot from Lynchburg?' She glanced at Monroe, 'you know, the Mayor?' She handed him the binoculars.
Monroe took them, looked and shrugged, handing them back. 'Yeah, it's him, the other two were on the committee too.' He started to wriggle back down off the roof.
She frowned, 'where are you going?'
'Back to camp,' he looked over at her, eyes full of dark, heated promises, 'you coming?'
Damn her conscience. She looked back at the men currently getting the crap beaten out of them. 'It's not exactly a fair fight. Shouldn't we help them or something?'
He stopped, a dark golden eyebrow lifting, 'Charlie, when we left…' He rolled his eyes and held up a hand, 'Oh, I'm sorry. When we escaped from their stupid fucking second hand shop, which was a lot harder than it looked by the way, they were busy deciding on the best way to execute us. So excuse me if I really don't give a fuck.' He started down again.
She didn't move. 'Remember when I said I didn't like killing, not unless I had to?'
He paused and shrugged a shoulder. 'I do, and I absolutely defend your right to your own opinion.' He started backing away again, 'but the way I see it, right now we don't have to.'
She shot a glare at him. 'Yes. We do.'
He glared right back. 'This isn't our fight, Charlie. Those idiots got themselves into this by going to the Patriots so they can get themselves out of their own mess.'
'We don't know that for sure, maybe the Patriots came asking about us, maybe the Mayor didn't ask them to come?' She winced as another round of meaty thuds rose into the air. '
'That still doesn't make it our problem.'
She stared at him for a moment, eyes narrowed, mouth tight. 'Yes. It does.' Then she turned and in one smooth movement loaded, aimed and shot her bow into the group in the road below.
It was like throwing a stone at a wasps nest.
One of the khaki soldiers jerked and fell backwards to the ground, his eyes wide in blank surprise, the feathers of an arrow fluttering out of his chest. The others shouted, yelled and scattered, diving to cover behind whatever was available, their prisoners forgotten.
Bass Monroe sucked in a long, steadying breath, stared down at the mess for a moment, checking out the men's positions and working out a couple of strategies in his head, then he turned to Charlie, eyes narrowed. 'Once we get out of this...' His lips tightened. 'No, IF we get out of this, we need to work out a few basic rules around getting in to life and death situations, Charlotte.'
She was busy choosing a target and didn't spare him a glance, 'figured it was my turn to get us into a life or death situation.'
He worked himself up into a better position on the roof and got busy too, 'I'll take right, you take left, ok?' He took a shot, scored and moved onto the next, 'I got us out of the last one, and I got you out of the one before that too. Remember?'
She glanced at him this time, flipping another arrow into position. 'Didn't know we were keeping score.'
'You're the competitive one.' He shot her a glance that could melt steel.
She met him with her own and raised him a smirk. 'Really?' She darted out of cover, shot, hit her mark and quickly shot again, winging the next man, forcing him back, dodging while bullets whizzed past her head. 'That's two down, one still on his feet but hurting, how many've we got left?'
'I got two so that makes five out of action.' He nodded over at a rusted RV standing by one of the bowsers, 'there's four behind that,' his eyes tracked to an SUV and a pick-up on the road, 'and another two over there, but it's the one's I can't see that could be a problem.'
The shooting slowed down to an occasional volley from behind the RV and SUV, but they could hear voices.
'They've figured out there's only a couple of us.' Monroe peered over the roof peak again then ducked back as a shot just missed his ear. He sent a couple of shots back to keep them jumping. 'Shit. This'd be a hell of a lot easier if Miles was here.'
'Why?' Charlie glanced at him, strangely hurt. 'We're doing ok.'
He shook his head, his face stark in the moonlight. 'No. We're not. They've got the numbers and sooner or later they'll figure out how to take us down.' Blowing out a long breath, he passed her the rifle and a spare clip. 'Here, cover me.' He leaned in towards her, pressing a kiss to her lips with a heat and passion that had her shaking. Then he slid down the roof and was gone.
She stared, mouth open, 'Monroe?' Her voice came out as a hoarse whisper. The roof suddenly felt cold and very lonely.
His head popped back up again, eyes wicked. 'Hey. If I don't come back, at least I won the bet.'
'What bet?' For a moment she didn't know what he meant. Then she frowned. 'Hey, wait just a minute. No you didn't. We didn't get to finish it.'
He grinned, 'I got your top button undone, you didn't even get to first base with mine.' Then he was gone. Again.
Shit. The man was infuriating. So he thought he'd won? She turned and took her frustration out on the morons down below, taking shot after shot, covering him. Doing her job. Because she was going to make damn sure he came back.
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AN: Hi I was having such a lot of fun with this story that there'll be one more after this (because we have to find out who wins lol!) cheers, Magpie xx