Word count: 2612 (ex Notes and disclaimer)

Notes at the bottom

Disclaimer: Contains pieces of conversations taken directly (verbatim) from the show manipulated for my, and my readers, pleasure. I do not own the show or these words. In fact, I don't own anything but an insane addiction to Bass Monroe/ David Lyons and two mostly adorable but sometimes extremely annoying felines named Charlie ( I know, right! not named after her though) and Finn. So don't bother suing, you can't squeeze any water from a dry sponge.

Oh, wait. I do own Pete, Pete is all mine! But if the network and revolution people are reading this and are willing to trade me David Lyons then I'd be happy to give them Pete. Just send David Lyons to my home address with a nice bow around his waist (I like unwrapping things) and I'll have Pete delivered to you promptly.

I also own an extremely vivid imagination, this, unlike Pete, is not for sale.

CHAPTER 13:

Damn it, he'd waited too long. Bass cursed silently as he slipped back into their new camp. After Charlie's little speech it had taken a moment for the words to sink in but as soon as they did he felt a need burning low in his stomach. He'd taken off after her planning to press her against the nearest tree and have his wicked way with her, right within earshot of her family. The family who hated his guts, so on second thought it was probably best that he'd missed her by seconds. This young woman was turning him inside out, sometimes he didn't know what was up and what was down. It unnerved him to think that one girl could have that effect on him.

The first thing he noticed when he got back to the rest was that Charlie was sitting with Pete, the man busying himself with dealing cards to both himself and Charlie. The second thing he noticed was that Gene and Rachel had cut the ropes of the kid's wrists and were leading them towards the faded yellow iron stairs and Miles was moving to intercept them. Bass cursed softly, he knew this was going to happen. The old man and Yoko too much of a bleeding heart to do the smart thing. He moved to catch up with them just in time to hear Miles ask them what they thought they were doing. "They don't know anything, they're just children So we're taking them home." Gene explained. "Like hell you are" Bass responded. There was no way he was going to let these two Patriot zombies walk out of here only to give their new position away to their masters and he said so "They'll give away our position."

"Then we'll get another position. We're not leaving them here with you." Rachel's voice was really starting to get on his nerves. "You don't get to make these decisions" He shot back. "And really, how many of these structures are in the area, huh. It's not exactly teeming with good options to use as a base against these bastards. I'm not letting you leave." Bass raised his eyebrows as Gene got up in his personal space "Then go ahead and shoot us!" He challenged. Bass saw red, what the hell was this old timer thinking anyway. They couldn't just let these two go. He reached out and grabbed Gene by the throat, his fingers digging in and he watched satisfied as fear took over the old man's bland blue eyes "You think I won't, old man?" He growled and tightened his grip slightly. Around them Rachel and Miles were calling his name, he could feel Miles' hand against his chest trying to push him off Gene but he stood fast. The old man's breathing was becoming a bit labored due to the strength of his grip.

"Bass?" Her voice was soft but through the noise of people yelling his name, through the haze of rage and anger it reached him. "Bass, let him go, please?" Her small hand was wrapped around the arm holding Gene, her fingers resting on the scarred flesh where his tattoo used to be and he looked down at her. Blue eyes were gazing up at him. Slowly he felt the blinding rage subside and he released his grip on her grandfather, maybe he had changed, if he'd let a five foot six girl reign him in.

He finally allowed Miles to push him a few steps back and the agitated "I'll handle this" nearly didn't register. Bass tore his eyes away from Charlie and they settled on Miles who was now calming Gene, out of the corner of his eye he saw Gene and Rachel lead the two Patriot kids away "Then handle it." He shot at Miles before turning away.

Clenching and unclenching his fists he tried to get rid of the last bit of anger as he paced back and forth. His eyes occasionally drifting towards the stairs where the group had disappeared. A small hand came to rest on his arm and he felt her come up close to him "You calm again?" She squeezed his arm and looked up at him "I mean, I think I caught a glimpse of the old General back there."

"You did" He confessed "And if you hadn't stopped me... I told you, Charlotte. I'm still the same man from before. I won't let your mother and grandfather put us in danger because they feel responsible for a couple of murderous zombie kids I won't..." He trailed off, not really sure what he thought would have happened if she hadn't stopped him. Miles would have probably put a bullet in his head to stop him from killing the father of his precious Rachel. She shook her head "You stopped you, I just helped a little."

"He's still in here, you know. General Monroe, the man you hate, the man everyone hates. He's still in here."

"I know, and I think that at times we're gonna need him. Just keep him in check, huh?" She smiled again and he had to control himself to not just kiss her right then and there. Bass grabbed her hand and dragged her off to the other side of the complex, around a corner and pressed her against a half broken down wall. "You are... unique" The words had barely left his mouth before he pressed his lips to hers. A groan of satisfaction left his mouth when her lips turned pliant and soft beneath his as he traced them with his tongue. Hands explored her body and he slipped them under the worn fabric of her shirt to continue his exploration on bare skin. She shivered against him and grabbed him by the shoulders to pull their bodies closer together, her tongue engaging in an enthusiastic duel with his. Luckily they were far enough away from the others that her soft moans could not be heard but he made a mental note to make sure neither of them would get to loud.

He had to have her, now! He couldn't hold himself together any longer and his eager hands reached for the clasp of her belt making quick work of the strap of leather and the front of her pants. It seemed she was just as eager as he was because her nimble fingers had his pants open in the blink of an eye and she was reaching inside. "We shouldn't be doing this" Her voice was wavering though. The moan that tore from his throat as she wrapped her warm fingers around his length surprised even him and he bit his own lip to keep the sound under control. Her actions belying her words as her gentle fingers stroked him in his pants and explored the velvet skin of his erection. His head was swimming and his hips were jerking into her grip as she kept sliding her hand up and down his rigid shaft. "Charlotte" He breathed "Damn it, Charlotte, you're killing me."

Bass breathed heavily into her mouth while her hand worked magic on him. He decided to return the favor and shoved his hand down the front of her pants. Fingers slipped through damp curls and he pushed a finger into her heat "Fuck, you're wet". His mouth moved to her ear and started kissing the sensitive skin as he added another finger. "I want you... God help me, but I want you more than anything."

She groaned and tightened her grip on his shaft. There was no way he could stand it any longer. He pulled his hand back and gently but insistently turned her around and pushed her jeans down to her thighs for better access. His front was plastered against her back and he shoved his own jeans down his hips, barely enough for it to work but he was too impatient to do anything else. His lips were kissing the nape of her neck after he pushed her hair to the side, her blue eyes were watching him intently, her heated gaze on his as he pressed his aching erection against her soft behind.

Charlie groaned his name and he felt her press her butt back against his throbbing length, begging him for more. Who was he to deny this woman, this force of nature, anything. He bent his knees slightly and grabbed his engorged shaft so he could enter her. It took everything he had to not cry out when he was enveloped by her wet heat, it was like he was sucked into her center by her pulsing muscles.

Bass gripped her hips tightly as he buried himself to the hilt, her walls clenching around him and soft moans and gasps spilling from her kiss-bruised lips. His hips started moving on their own volition, not that he'd wanted to stop anyway so he pulled out and pushed back into her in one fluid movement. Her nails were digging into his underarms as he picked up the pace. One of his hands came to rest on her abdomen, guiding her hips to the brutal pace he was setting, making her body move along with his as he took what he needed from her and gave her everything he had in return.

She was pushing her hips back into his eagerly as his name was torn from her throat. He knew she was trying to keep it down but both of them were having a hard time doing just that. The hand on her stomach slipped down and he brushed his thumb across the bundle of nerves between her legs. He felt her buckle against him and he chuckled softly against the hot skin of her neck, "Come on, Charlotte." He encouraged her as he kept playing with her clitoris. He felt her spasm around him and could tell she was nearly there. He sucked on the sensitive skin in her neck while he kept slamming into her.

Before long she threw her head back against his shoulder, her fingers clamped down on his arms and she was coming around him, a silent cry straining her throat. Her tight heat clenching and spasming around him as he rode her through her orgasm. The feeling of her velvet center tightening around him was too much and within moments he was pulling out and spilling himself on the ground. He wished he could finish inside of her but the possible consequences were too much. Damn, he would give his kingdom for some condoms, or maybe a couple of years worth of the contraception pill.

Hastily they put their clothes back the way they were, sharing conspiring glances and smiles before heading back to the camp. This time there wasn't any awkwardness, they knew what they'd done and weren't hiding from it, except maybe towards the others because Miles and Rachel would still kill him if they found out about the two of them. Connor shot them a strange look and Bass had the slight inkling that his son knew what he and Charlie had just been doing. His eyes slid over to the woman he'd just thoroughly ravished and he swallowed hard. Her hair was disheveled and her lush lips were swollen and red from his kisses. Anyone with eyes could see that she had just been fucked within an inch of her life.

He walked over to her and ran a hand through her hair, grateful that both Miles and Rachel weren't here at the moment. Charlie turned to him and smiled hesitantly "Sorry," He offered "But your hair's a bit... wild. You look like you..." She chuckled and stepped closer "Like I just got laid... what a coincidence." But she raised her hands and started combing her fingers through her hair to straighten it out as much as she could.

"What the hell happened?" Charlie's voice made him look up and he saw Miles, Gene, Rachel and the Patriot boy hurry their way back into the camp. Bass walked over to Miles and noted the blood spatter on Gene's shirt. "What the hell happened, Miles? I thought you were gonna handle it. It sure as shit don't seem 'handled', Miles!" He demanded "And where is the other kid." Miles looked slightly guilty as Rachel spoke "It was horrible. Grant discovered some sort of number on the inside of Kim's eye lid and when he said it out loud... she grabbed his shotgun and killed him. Shot him right in the back." Her voice was shaky and frightened "There was no time to react and she just slit her own throat... she slit her own throat." Tears were tumbling down the blond woman's face now and Bass felt a pang of sympathy but the biggest part was just angry with Gene and her, and with Miles for not listening to him.

"Who the hell is Grant?" Bass demanded, having no clue as to what they were talking about. "The girls father." Miles explained and Bass sneered at him "She killed her own father. I remember someone protesting the fact that they were gonna be set free, who was that again, let me see... oh, that's right, ME! What the hell, Miles." Miles shook his head "She killed her father, slit her own throat before I could get to her, these Patriots are sure doing a number on these kids."

"What, and you brought the other zombie killer back here?" He nodded towards the other kid "Are you insane! What if he goes all Lecter on our asses? And he's not even tied up... Miles! Connor... go tie the kid up, tightly." Bass fought to not let the anger take over. Damn it, he'd warned them shit would happen if they'd set the kids free. "You know what, you don't want the kid dead, Rachel? Fine, be stupid! But at least keep him tied up and guarded at all times until we do decide what to do with him. The last thing I wanna be is garroted in my sleep."

"Yes, because what a loss for the world that would be." The sarcasm in her voice didn't escape him but he decided not to get into it with her right now so he ignored the sneer in favor of pulling Miles to the side. "Miles... you know we gotta kill the kid. It's a risk to everyone in this camp to just let him live. What if he escaped in the night and runs to those pastel sons of bitches where we are? Or even better, kills us all in our sleep and saves the Patriots the trouble of doing it themselves?"

It's not like he liked killing kids this young but if he had to choose between a couple of kids or them... well he was going to slice each and everyone without thinking twice. It wasn't about age it was about survival.

"Bass, I'm not getting into this right now. We made the decision not to kill the kids, we're just gonna see where this goes." Bass snorted "Well don't come bitching to me when it ends in one of your bleeding hearts dying and me telling you 'I told you so'. You've gone soft, Miles. It's not the soft part that bothers me though, it's the fact that all your smarts have vacated the building as well."

He strode off to his sleeping bag. Miles might not be worried about anything but Bass sure as shit wasn't going to sleep tonight. There was no way he would close his eyes with that Patriot puppet still in their midst.

Author's Notes;

Whoops, a little sex slipped in right there ;p Told you it would be rated M haha. Hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. As you can what was supposed to be a short story has gotten completely out of hand, 12 chapters and I'm not even close to being done. To be quite honest, I have ideas penned down for at least 25 chapters and I haven't even addressed the End battle, Miles daddy or no daddy issue and the 'will Rachel and Miles find out about Bass and Charlie' issue. Though I have no friggin clue as to how I'm gonna go about the last two of those issues.

The muses are pretty good to me right now because I can't seem to stop writing my Charloe (only thing I let distract me is work, sleep, food and the new Revolution eps :D)

Thanks once more for reading and reviewing! I appreciate it so much.

Ps... are we liking the little less-soft Bass? I'm not really familiar with writing my mains evil so sorry if it's not panning out so well. He's still gonna be sweet to Charlie though, most of the time ;p.

Love, Marisa