Lynchburg honey and lemonade chapter 5.
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 the final chapter in this little fic. A huge thank you to LemonSupreme and the GSC – I've had a fan-tastic time writing fics for the Charloe500 fic fest and now it's almost Holiday time so I'll hopefully have time to catch up on some reading! I need to go finish my other WIP, Rebel now tho, and I think there's another one-shot on the cards too, hope to see you again soon… Cheers, M
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From her perch up on the gas station roof Charlie saw Monroe appear like a there and gone again shadow, silently ghosting his way from cover to cover towards the four patriots behind the big RV while she kept them and the other two crouched behind the SUV occupied with her gun and bow.
He was on them before they knew anything about it, slicing through the four soldiers like the efficient killing machine he was, sword in one hand, knife in the other, graceful, inexorable and deadly. They didn't even have time to cry out. It was kind of like Pottsboro, except this time she was totally on top of her game as well as totally awake, which was a whole fucking universe better. In fact she got so caught up in watching him that she completely forgot what she was supposed to be doing.
Then he glanced up at her and even from this distance she could see his grin, his eyes lit bright with excitement and something hot and needy that made her belly flutter with anticipation and sent rippling lightening streaks of total, unadulterated lust quivering up and down her entire body.
Shit. This job needed to be over and done. Fast. So she focused on doing what she needed to do, heart in her mouth, covering him as he sheathed the knife, drew his gun and raced towards the two soldiers behind the SUV firing as he went, zig-zagging from left to right to avoid their return fire as they came rushing out to meet him, shooting as they ran.
Charlie swore, they were moving too fast to get a good shot but she kept firing anyway as long as she could without risking hitting Monroe himself because some of their bullets were getting way too close to hitting him and she couldn't, wouldn't let that happen.
Not again.
She had plans for Sebastian Monroe, plans that needed him to be in one piece and with full use of all body parts.
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The Mayor of New Lynchburg looked a mess, the moonlight turning his pale skin grey, grey hair white and the blood that covered a good part of him black. One of his eyes was swollen shut, his nose a broken, bloody mess, bottom lip split and his left arm hung limp with the hand and fingers sticking out at weird angles. He'd managed to stand, but was hunched over and leaning heavily on the shoulder of another Lynchburg man. The other was almost as badly beaten up as the Mayor although the blood was harder to see against his dark skin.
The third member of the Lynchburg posse was still unconscious, lying crumpled on the cracked tarmac near the tumble down concrete toilet block.
The Mayor took a shaky step towards Monroe, holding out his undamaged hand. 'I don't know why you helped us, General, but we are very grateful that you did, especially after the way we treated you and your friend.'
He looked grateful. In fact he and the other Lynchburg posse member were so cringingly grateful Charlie felt like throwing up. She managed not to though. Just kept her gun pointed steadily in their direction while Monroe did the talking.
Monroe shrugged, ignoring the hand. 'Perhaps I'm not the monster they're trying to make me out to be, Mr Mayor.' He swept a glance over towards the ditch at the side of the road where he and Charlie had dragged the bodies of the patriot troops ready for burial. 'We've done most of it but when your other man wakes up you three can finish covering those bodies up. Best not to leave them lying around in the open, could be more of them coming.'
The Mayor glanced over at the bodies, eyes hard. Then he nodded, 'don't worry, we'll take care of it.' He looked at Monroe with his one good eye. 'But I assure you that I didn't send for them, they found us on the road, seemed to know who we were and that we were looking for you. They asked about you and if you'd said anything about General Matheson or a woman with the same name, or about where you were going.' He glanced at his companion who nodded, agreeing, 'they didn't believe us when we told them you hadn't.'
'So how'd they know we were in Lynchburg?' Charlie's voice was cold.
The Mayor glanced at her then his friend then back to Monroe. 'I'm afraid someone in town must've told them.'
His companion nodded again, a grim smile creasing his face. 'When we find out who it was they won't be making any more reports to those bastards.'
Monroe shook his head, 'If you get rid of their agent they'll know you're on to them and these guys are bad news, believe me.' He pointed at their injuries, 'you think what they did to you was bad? They're the sons of bitches who sent the bombs. Not me, and they won't think twice about wiping out your whole town if they think you're the enemy.'
The Mayor stared at him, shocked, 'is that the truth?' His voice was shaking, 'about the bombs I mean?'
Monroe tipped his head back towards Charlie, 'ask my friend, she and her family tried to stop 'em launching the fucking things.'
Both Lynchburg men swung round to Charlie, the Mayor's one open eye wide. 'Ma'am?'
She glared at Monroe for making her remember it again, then at the others just because they were there. 'Yeah. We tried anyway.' Images of those terrible moments flashed through her mind as clear as if they'd happened yesterday. Miles' voice echoing in her ears, getting increasingly frantic as he counted down the seconds. The bombs lighting up screens labelled Atlanta and Philadelphia and then those terrible mushroom clouds reflected in her mother's eyes.
Some of that must have shown on her face because they were silent for a long moment.
The Mayor took a deep, careful breath, wincing as it caught his bruised ribs, then he turned to Monroe and bowed his head. 'Please accept our apologies for the way we treated you and your friend, General Monroe, and for the accusations we made that were obviously unfounded.' He glanced at Charlie, 'I would invite you to return so that we could make it up to you, but in the circumstances…'
Monroe chuckled, dry, 'it might not be a good idea, I agree.' He turned to Charlie. 'Now, I think my…friend…and I would like to get on our way?' His eyes flowed over her, lingering on her lips, her breasts, the heat in them searing her skin.
She nodded, the bad memories swept away by much better ones of she and Monroe back at the camp, and she suddenly found it hard to catch her breath, her cheeks flaming, eyes holding his and not letting go. 'Yeah, we've got things to do.'
He grinned at her, totally wicked, then turned back to the Mayor, the grin getting wider. 'You heard her, gentlemen. We need to go, so good bye and good luck'.
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Charlie scanned the woods around them as they walked back to camp, weapons ready in case there were any more surprises. Monroe was alert too, neither of them talking although he kept close to her, their arms brushing every now and then.
The tension, the electricity between them was so thick she could almost see it, could feel it building until she was amazed that she was able to stay upright, keep walking and not jump his bones right, fucking now. Exhilaration made every step she took easy, buoyant. Maybe it was because they'd just faced another life-threatening situation and won, maybe it was some kind of adrenaline rush she didn't care. The only thing she cared about was getting back to camp so they could finish what they started.
She glanced at him. There were dark triangles of sweat on the back of his jacket where it clung to his shoulders, a few spots of blood on his jeans at thigh level where it had broken through the bandage and he was favouring that leg slightly, but those were pretty well the only signs that he'd just recently disposed of six patriot soldiers single handed. She caught herself, make that seven. He'd found another one taking a leak behind a tree when he first climbed down from the roof and then there were the other two of the five they'd taken down first so all together that made nine. It made her three seem a little, well, second rate.
Her eyes glinted. He'd said he was very, very good at killing which was absolutely true. He'd also said dealing with the patriots would be easier if Miles was there.
He wouldn't say that again.
She had no intention of being second best. Not even to Miles.
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Their camp site was undisturbed and beyond the trees the horses grazed peacefully on the lush grasses growing along the river's edge. Dawn streaked the horizon in shades of pearl, pale golds and luscious pinks and the air was clean and fresh.
Charlie walked over to the wagon while Monroe went to get the horses, stowing her pack and laying her weapons down in the back, her heart pounding, body buzzing and not just from the walk. A mixture of excitement and a kind of terror prickled her skin. Being with Monroe was similar to being on a carnival ride like the one her dad had taken her on when she was a kid. It had felt like she was flying then and it was the same now.
There was still an edge of danger for them here and she turned, calling out as she went. 'Hey, maybe we should get some miles between us and thos..?' Her voice tailed off because he was there, right behind her, tall, looming, powerful. Backlit by the brightening sky he seemed even taller. She shivered, every cell in her body jumping to attention.
He took her breath away.
He grinned down at her, predatory. 'Yeah, probably. But we still have a bet to finish.' His eyes gleamed a challenge. 'If you're still up for it?'
She smirked up at him, leaning with her hands on the hard edge of the wagon's flatbed, her breasts full, thrusting out against the thin fabric of her tank, nipples jutting like little fingers pointing at what they wanted.
They wanted the same thing she did.
Him.
Her booted foot edged towards his. 'I'm in. If we've got time?'
A little smile played around his lips. 'We'll make time.' He stepped forward, put a big hand either side of her hips and lifted her up so she was sitting on the flatbed, her thighs spread wide with him between. His hands roamed over her ass and up her back, slipping under the edges of her tank and releasing the catch of her bra, his fingers rough, hard and calloused on her skin.
She sucked in a breath, 'your hands are hot…' Her skin tingled where he touched her, excitement rippling through her like streaks of fire in her blood and she slid a hand up his chest, winding her ankles around the back of his thighs to pull him in closer.
He smelled of heavy male sweat with a tinge of blood and gunpowder and when he leaned towards her and his lips found hers he tasted of whisky and honey.
He sucked on her lower lip, let go, 'so are you.'
She laughed against his mouth and spread her other hand against his chest, undoing his shirt buttons, working down, her fingers brushing smooth firm flesh on the way. 'Are you letting me win?'
He pulled back, eyes dancing, thumbs snaking around to stroke her breasts, flicking her nipples making her gasp and squirm. 'I see it as more of a win win situation.'
Her back arched and a molten streak of arousal arched and flashed from her nipples to the liquid heat blooming between her legs, 'I'm… Oh my God…' Words just disappeared for a moment, then she recovered, refusing to give him the satisfaction but still gasping a little damn it. 'Ok, I guess I can go with that.'
He chuckled, the sound low, triumphant. 'That's settled then.' His lips trailed over her cheek and down her neck, nibbling and tasting, his tongue soft and wet, his voice a low growl and his thumbs stroking the soft swell of her breasts. 'Fuck. Do you taste this good everywhere?'
'I don't know, you'll have to find out for yourself.' She shivered as his teeth and tongue found a spot just at the base of her neck that somehow had a direct, steaming line to her clit, then she reached his belt, bringing her other hand down from his neck to help undo the heavy buckle, her fingers brushing the hard ridge of his cock straining the fabric below it. She licked her lips, it was good to see he was as turned on as she was. Technically she'd won the bet, but... She looked up at him, 'what about the patriots?'
His arms tightened around her, hands gripping her hips hard, every muscle tense and urgent and his eyes were blown almost to black. 'Fuck the patriots. But yeah, I know. There isn't time to chance doing even half the things I'm thinking about right now.'
Damn it. She agreed with him, the last thing they needed was for the rest of that troop of Patriots to find them. He was good, and together they seemed to be really good, but not good enough to fight off a whole platoon. She smirked up at him, 'then we'd better work fast.' She flipped the buckle open, fingers working fast, the buttons below it giving in like they were greased. His pants dropped, catching on his hips.
He sucked in a breath as her fingers found him, circled him, stroking up and down, gliding back and forth over the slippery, domed head. Then he laughed, leaning into her hand and reaching for the buttons of her pants, reefing them open and yanking them down to her ankles so fast she was airborne and down again before she knew what was happening. 'You are something else, Charlotte.'
She gasped, the smooth metal edge of the flat bed suddenly cold on the bare skin of her ass, her hands flying up around his neck in a reflex action, holding on for dear life as his hands went under her knees, spreading her out, the morning air cool on the wet, sensitive flesh of her pussy folds.
And for a split second she was totally exposed, open, more naked than she'd ever felt in her life.
He looked down between her legs, the first rays of sunlight surrounding him, setting his hair ablaze, the matching heat in his eyes taking her breath away, 'God, you're beautiful.' His voice seemed to float to her ears, a whisper riding the sunlight.
She curved her back, bending over between her arms so she could see. Below the rippling muscles and flat belly he was like an arrow, his shaft long, thick, rigid, and aimed straight at her. She could see herself too, the ripe pink folds of her pussy glistening between sun-kissed, softly curling dark golden hair. 'So are you.'
It was totally primal, and more stunningly erotic than anything she'd ever seen or felt before.
He licked his lips, the tip of his cock finding her entrance and hovering there, the thick head teasing her, stretching her just a little, his hips moving in and out no more than an inch or so, finding the right angle, his eyes holding hers with a thousand molten, promises. He leaned towards her, his lips brushing hers, his voice an urgent, hungry whisper, 'next time I'm going to taste you first, ok?'
'Oh yes…' Just the thought of that made every single cell in her body turn to mush.
Then he slid deep inside, stretching her wide, wide open and she forgot about everything else…
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AN: Hey there, well they finally made it to making out lol! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed the ride. Sigh, I love Bass and Charlie, and it's so good that there are still people around who love them too. Thank you all so much and I wish you all the very, very best for the holiday season.
Cheers (and a whiskey toast of course!) xx Magpie