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CHAPTER 9:

Warning, M-rated chapter, for those not into that, get out while you still can!

Charlie feasted her eyes the moment she walked into the clearing. Bass was in the middle of the camp, a sword clutched in his hand, a smile on his face. And half naked, he was half naked, her second favorite state of undress on him. Her men were cheering Roger on and Connor was yelling for his dad to win. Charlie chuckled and held a hand to her face "Come on, Monroe. Kick his ass!" He turned his face towards her en sent her a smile that nearly buckled her knees. Damn, but that man was handsome when he smiled. Her smile however faded when she saw what was coming. In horror she watched as Rogers sword got Bass on the side of his head and he fell to his knees.

"Bass!" She cried out and took off on a run, falling to her knees by his side and cupping his face in her hands. His scruff was rough and prickly against her skin as she lifted his head up towards her "Bass, are you alright?" She worriedly searched his eyes and couldn't stop a sigh of relief when she saw he was still smiling. Taking the cloth Mark offered she pressed it to his temple where he had a cut about an inch long and wiped gently at the blood dripping down his face. "Talk to me!" She needed to hear him say the words, needed to hear him say that he was fine.

"I'm good, just a little cut. Nothing serious" Thank god. She'd been genuinely scared that he'd gotten hurt and it was good to hear that he was feeling fine. Charlie took the cloth away from the wound, it was small and seemed like it was already on it's way to stop bleeding. She gently brushed his hair away from the cut and inspected it closely. He was going to be fine. Head wounds always looked worse then they were and this one didn't even look all that bad.

"You'll live." She chuckled and smiled at him. Suddenly it dawned on her that she was practically sitting in his lap. She was straddling one of his legs and her forearms were resting against his chest, his naked, sweaty chest. She took a deep breath and could only barely stop herself from moaning. No man had the right to be so sweaty and still smell so good. She got up before she did something stupid, like grasp that gorgeous face and plant one on him right there and then. He followed her example and got to his feet as well and she watched as he clapped his hand on Rogers shoulder, assuring the man he was doing just fine. "Trust me, man. I've been injured way worse than this and I'm still swinging."

Charlie couldn't keep her eyes off him, his tanned skin stretched tautly over hard muscle. His hair sticking to his head from sweating and his low riding jeans just barely clinging to his hips. He was a sight for sore eyes and hers were hurting. "Bass, can I talk to you?" She touched his bicep to get his attention and to just feel what his damp skin would feel like under her fingertips. He turned to her and smiled "Sure, Charlie, what's up?" But there was no way that Charlie was going to be discussing it there, in front of everyone. "Not here" She motioned towards the woods and stepped past him, assuming he would follow. By the sound of heavy footsteps behind her he was doing just that and she lead the both of them into the woods, a little deeper than strictly necessary.

"Where are we going?" He sounded curious because he knew that this far had not been required if it was just a normal conversation. Charlie spun around, wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his in a searing kiss. She buried her hands in his damp hair and pressed her body against his naked torso. She couldn't control herself any longer, she needed him now, today, any time and anywhere she could get him. She was sick of arguing with herself about the rightness or wrongness of her feelings for him. She was tired of putting everything on hold, she was tired of waiting.

For a moment she thought he was going to push her off, his muscles locking and his breath catching. Then his strong arms wrapped around her waist and she was pressed against his sweaty chest as he opened his mouth to the onslaught of her tongue. He eagerly joined her in a sensual dance and he slipped his hands underneath her top. The feel of the rough skin on his palms against her back elicited a moan from deep within and Charlie tightened the grip she had on his curls. It seemed as Bass was just as needy and impatient as her because he dropped his hands and pulled her legs around his waist, fingers digging into her ass while he growled her name into her mouth. They were standing in the middle of a small clearing, her legs around his waist and his tongue deep in her mouth.

She reveled at his strength as he held her in his arms, kissing her like he never wanted to stop. "Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlie." His growls set her blood ablaze and for a moment she pulled back. Blue staring into blue. His gaze was heated and she saw a fire in those steel blue eyes she hadn't seen before but also an apprehension, a doubt. "Don't think" It was her plea, a prayer, a hope. "Don't think, just..." Seconds went by that seemed like hours before he knelt down and softly lowered her onto the moss covered forest floor. "There's no taking this back, Charlotte" He warned her. "Once we do this... you're mine."

That statement and the conviction it was said with should scare her. It should send her running for Miles, her mother, anyone. But it didn't. "I want this" She watched his eyes darken at her statement. "I know it's insane and wrong and all other kinds of strupid. I know it's insane, but I want this. Want you."

It was like the floodgates opened. His mouth descended on hers with enthusiasm and he licked his way into hers, their tongues now familiar with one another. He was a fantastic kisser, he switched it up every few minutes. Long, forceful licks into her mouth and then teasing flicks and provocative nips at her lower lip. Her hands were mapping out his chest. Following the line down to the top of his jeans and smiling when he growled into her mouth. She dipped her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and used her grip on the rough fabric to pull him closer to her. Her legs were wrapped around his ass, their groins pressed so tightly together there was no missing his erection that was fighting to be released from his pants.

In one fluid movement Bass gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Their lips parting only for the second it took to get the garment off before Bass' eager mouth was back on hers. The feeling of his naked skin against hers was electric. It was sinfully delicious and she wanted the rest of their clothes off as well, needed to feel him against every inch of her. He was hot and still damp with sweat from before and she loved it.

Bass' hands were everywhere at once, it seemed. He was caressing her sides, gripping her hips and palming her breasts through the fabric of her bra. She wanted it gone, wanted to feel his hands on her. As if he could read her mind he slipped a hand under her and snapped the garment lose. It came off easily and the offending piece of underwear went flying in the direction of her shirt.

He pulled himself up to look down at her, his blue eyes taking in her now naked upper body and she squirmed slightly under his scrutiny. But the moment his lips wrapped around the hardened peak of her nipple she forgot about her discomfort and arched her body upwards into his embrace. His tongue licked and his teeth scraped across the sensitive nub. She was moaning his name and pulling his hair as he switched from one to the other. A left hand slipped into the back of her jeans clutching at her ass and pulling their groins together as his mouth worked miracles on her nipples. She'd never been so hot, so wet. Her skin was singing and her center was throbbing with need for him. She wanted him in her, she wanted to feel every inch of him inside of her until she couldn't think straight anymore.

Slowly he started moving south, his hands coming to rest on her belt. Nimble fingers undid the clasp and the button of her jeans followed. the sound of a zipper being pulled down broke through into her hazed mind and she lifted her butt to help him get it off. Bass chuckled softly and placed feather light kisses on her tan, taught stomach "God, I love that underwear is scarce nowadays." His voice a murmur as he slipped her jeans down her legs, pulling off her boots and getting rid of the denim piece of clothing all together. Hot breath fanned across her skin where she was aching and pulsating, her legs spread for his pleasure.

The softest of kisses landed on the inside of her thigh "Next time" He promised. Though she had no clue what he was saving for 'next time'. He rose to his feet and kicked off his boots, socks and ripped his belt from his pants. Her eyes burning with need as she watched while he undid his jeans and slipped them off, thank god for no underwear indeed. He was breathtaking and she gasped as he was bared before her eyes.

His erection was pointing forward, hard and proud. Charlie noted that he was one of the bigger men she had been with, his length impressive and enticing. She wanted to wrap her fingers around it, feel it throb in her hand as she stroked him. As if once more he was hearing her thoughts he came back down and nestled himself between her spread legs, skin brushing against skin as he made himself comfortable in the soft apex of her thighs.

She felt the tip of his erection pressing against her wet vulva. His mouth took hers in another blinding kiss and she held on with all she had, her fingers dancing across his skin to feel as much of him as she possibly could. "Bass. Bass, please" She was begging now, pressing her hips upwards to urge him on but he was taking his sweet damn time to get to where she wanted him most. "Bass, come on. Please. Please, inside... I want you inside."

That talented mouth pulled into a smile against hers and he trailed a hand from her neck to her breasts across her stomach down to where the most intimate parts of their bodies touched. Deft fingers slipped between her legs and spread the over sensitized tissue of her labia. She keened into his mouth and rolled her hips against his hand impatiently, eliciting a husky chuckle from the man above. "Patience, Charlotte" He breathed into her ear, tongue tracing the shell and teeth gently nipping at her earlobe "We're getting there."

Maybe, but for her it was taking too long. She had been dreaming about this with him for weeks, months even if she was honest with herself and ever since she decided that she was going to let herself have it she'd been burning for him. Aching for him. Her dreams didn't know a damn thing though because no matter how nice her dreams had felt there was no comparison to the ocean of emotions swallowing her up right now. The lust, the want the pure, undiluted need she felt for him was nothing like what she'd dreamt about. "No, now!" She demanded.

Her back arched and her legs spread even wider when she felt a long, calloused finger enter her. Nails dug into the skin of his back as she tried to pull him closer to her, a strained cry ripping from her throat as he slipped his digit in to her and pressed it against that spot inside that made the heat in her belly come to a boil. Then gasping as he pulled it out only to slip two back in. It was insanely hot to have him like this. The way he was touching her had her head swimming and her heart pounding. It seemed like he knew all the best places to touch her and she thought that there was something to say for experience.

The 'come here' motion his fingers were making was creating a build up of heat in her lower belly. Her head was starting to grow heavy and even though she thought she was moaning his name for all she knew it could have been incoherent mumbling, her brain was so jumbled. She rolled her hips up in time with his fingers, needy and wanton she clutched at his shoulders and gasped his name into the wet heat of his mouth. She wanted, needed the release he was teasing her with.

The feel of the pad of his thumb stroking her clit caused her body to convulse. Her eyes snapped open and she nearly drowned into the bottomless pools of blue that were looking down at her. The next thing she registered was his fingers leaving her and him planting his hands firmly on each side of her face. His knee forced one of her legs up so she was open for him. Without any warning he pressed forward and slipped his hard erection into the velvet heat of her center.

Both of them let out a loud moan as their bodies united for the first time, her tightness stretching and shifting to accommodate his girth. "Charlie?" His voice was raspy and desperate enough to catch her attention and she locked eyes with him. There was so much in those blue orbs she didn't even know where to start, so much in that one question. "I'm okay" If that wasn't the understatement of the year, she was friggin fantastic. She wrapped her legs back around his waist and locked her ankles behind him, then she pulled his hips down and hers up to meet. "Fuck, Charlie"

"Uhh huh." She replied affirmative and she pulled his mouth back down to hers as they settled into a slow, deep rhythm. Soon that wasn't enough though and she spurred him on with her lips, her hands and her cries of passion. His pace sped up until he was slamming into her with abandon. It wasn't long before she felt herself peak and she clenched around him as she reached a mind shattering orgasm. He slammed into her a few more times, grunted low in his throat and pulled out, spilling himself across her thighs.

Her breathing was still labored, Bass had flipped onto his back next to her. She was at a loss what to do so she just followed her bodies desire and instinct and crawled up against him, her head resting on his shoulders. "You know... I'm glad that arrow missed you in New Vegas." The moment she said the words she cursed herself, what kind of stupid thing to say was that? But then the most amazing thing happened. He started laughing. He honestly started laughing and not this fake laugh, no a full out belly laugh and he shook on the moss beside her.

Authors notes;

Aahh, SEX! Finally! Good lord but these two were playing hard to get! So, how was it? How was the writing of the sex, I mean.

I did it a little different, usually I'm all cock and dick and pussy and cunt but for some reason Charlie and Bass didn't wanna go that way. I hope that was okay with you guys? Also... this story isn't done by a long shot so I hope you guys are in it for the long haul! I'll try and write in a little fight/discussion something not as soft but I can't promise anything. I'm a slave to my characters.

I'm also not gonna have them all lovey-dovey all of a sudden so don't worry about that :D

Also, I decided to ignore the fact that they went full 'General Monroe' with Bass the past ep. I'm gonna keep mine the way he is now, teetering towards good instead of evil :D

Thanks so much again for reading. Constructive criticism is always appreciated, wanted and welcomed.

Love, Marisa