Word count; 3150 (ex notes)

Notes at the bottom

Since there is no episode tonight I figured I'd update extra. Give you a little revolution fix ;p

CHAPTER 18:

Bass watched Charlie as they walked back to camp him a few paces behind her. Damn, she turned him on. His gaze on that delectable ass of hers that dipped and swayed with her gait. He quickened his pace and with a mischievous grin he reached out and pinched her behind, the squeal she let out was girly and so unlike Charlie that he couldn't help but laugh. He watched in delight as she turned and let out a laugh, god he loved it when she laughed. Just like he'd loved it when she and Connor had been chasing each other through camp before they were attacked by Neville and the patriots. Or maybe he was just still giddy form what they had just done.

She wiggled her index finger in her direction "Uhuh Mr Monroe, we're about to step back into camp so there will be none of this." But as she spoke those words she stopped and allowed him to catch up with her so he could kiss her one last time before they had to break apart once more. It was getting harder and harder to keep his hands off her in public, not just in a sexual way but in a friendly way as well. Sometimes he felt himself start to reach for her to pull her into his arms for a hug but every time he caught himself just in the nick of time.

"Hmm, you're killing me, Charlotte." He nipped at her bottom lip and growled disappointedly when she slipped out of his arms and back into camp. The damn tease.

That night when they're sitting by the fire the topic of conversation once more is the Patriot problem. "Rachel and I scoped out a small depot when we went on our little shopping trip. From what I could see a small arms depot guarded by about a dozen Patriots. If we go under the cover of night we can take them easily. We need the weapons." Bass wasn't so sure about this and he noted this to Miles "I don't know Miles, intel from only one brief passing? No way to know if that's really all the guards there are, if they have shift changes, anything... I don't feel comfortable going in without more intel."

Brown eyes rolled in irritation and Miles' huffed "Come on, Bass. We need the weapons and ammo, if we don't start getting our shit together we'll never win this war. This depot is small and lightly guarded, it's the perfect place to hit." Bass still wasn't completely convinced that it was the best way to go about it but he did agree with Miles that they could used the weapons and ammo stored at the depot.

"Fine, but I don't think all of us should go. Charlie, Gene and Rachel should stay here and at least one of Charlie's men... for protection" Bass eyed Miles "What, no. There's no way I'm staying here while you guys go off and play cowboys and Indians. I'm coming with" Bass was about to protest but she narrowed her eyes at him "I'm coming, and that's final!" He chuckled and by the momentarily shocked look on her face she could tell he'd taken it to the dirty place in his mind. To her credit, she recovered quite quickly.

He capitulated because he knew that when Charlotte Matheson put her mind to something nothing and no one could convince her otherwise. "We should go and stake it out first, then when we know a little more we can make plans to hit it." If Charlie wanted to come then he at least wanted to make sure they wouldn't be walking into a trap. Miles agreed with him for a change and the two of them made plans to hike over there in the morning and check out the security of the depot.

Connor, Rachel, Gene and Charlie would keep watch so both Miles and Bass could get a decent night sleep before they headed out early in the morning. Bass wrapped himself in a blanket and forced himself to fall asleep.

When he woke it was to a feather light touch on his cheek, gentle fingers tracing his brow and cheekbones while another hand tucked a loose curl back behind his ear. Slowly he opened his eyes and stared into the smiling face of Charlie, she was kneeling in front of him "Morning." Her whisper sounded loud in the quiet of the dawn " Don't worry everyone else is still asleep, I just... I wanted to be the one to wake you for a change." He smiled back at her and entwined his fingers with her "I don't mind waking up like this, one bit." The smile he got in return was worth the earlier wake-up call.

Bass got up and followed her over to the small lake where he washed up before turning back to her. "You'll be careful, right?" He smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist "Why, Miss Matheson, it almost sounds like you care if I come back." It was meant as a tease but he saw her smile slip and her face became serious and pensive. He was seconds away from telling her it had been a joke when she opened her mouth "I do care, Bass." It was soft and he could barely hear her "I do want you to come back... to me, to us, I mean." Yes, he did think he knew what she meant but he was afraid to hope. So he just nodded "Yes, ma'am. I'll be back before nightfall tomorrow."

She leaned against his chest and he pressed a kiss against her temple "No worries, baby. Miles'll be there too, nothing can go wrong, we're just going to have a look." The 'baby' slipped from him and he didn't even notice, lately they'd been getting more and more familiar especially since she'd taken to calling him 'Bass' now no matter who was there. He pulled back a couple of inches and looked into her eyes "We'll be fine. Promise."

They walked back to camp where Gene and Rachel had started to make breakfast, which was pretty much the same as dinner the night before, boar and rabbit. But it was warm, it filled them up and t gave them energy. Not much else could be expected from food on the run. Bass chewed pensively on his food as he strapped his machete around his waist and slipped a dagger into his boot. He could feel her cerulean eyes watch his every move but where it had been unnerving at first now it just comforted him, knowing she was keeping an eye on him. He stood up and winked at her before turning to Miles.

"Let's go" And he and Miles began their two hour long hike to the weapons depot in silence. Neither had a lot to say to the other so the trip was mostly quiet apart from a comment here and there. When they got there it seemed to Bass like Miles had been right, there were three tents, one with two guards in front of them and two that didn't. It was appalling how easy it was to suss out the weapons tent, the only guarded one and it was flanked by the other two. They watched for the better part of the day, bellies to the ground and binoculars in their hands as they watched Patriots come and co from the tiny little camp. Horse drawn wagons make deliveries and withdrawals.

"What do you think they're doing here?" Bass just found it odd that there would be a camp with a depot right near a small town that was run by Patriots. "I mean, why the hell don't they keep the weapons in the town. It must be a lot easier to defend than a couple of tents" Miles shook his head "I don't know, maybe it's a switching station or something. All I care about is that there's weapons in there with abominable protection, I say it's our duty to relieve them from it."

Bass chuckled and nodded his head "I'm with you there brother, should be a walk in the park. Now, let's go home and rally the troops... and get some of that boar Charlotte shot, I'm starving." That made Miles chuckle and careful not to be spotted they retreated from their hideout. They spent the night a couple of Miles from the depot, one of them keeping watch at all times and. The next morning they decided to spend another couple of hours watching the depot before going back to the others.

"I wanted to thank you." Bass turned towards Miles at those words "For what?" Not having the slightest inkling as to what Miles could be referring too. "For staying with us. For fighting and keeping an eye on Charlie. For not being a complete bastard to Gene and Rachel even though they aren't making it easy to be civil." Miles was staring through the binoculars the entire time. "For backing us up. I appreciate it, Bass."

Bass smiled and motioned for the binoculars "No sweat. The Patriots need to be dealt with before we can do anything else. No matter what it's going to be, these dick's in khaki need to be destroyed. Besides, where else would I be." He took the binoculars when Miles finally gave them to him. "What are we going to do when they are gone, Bass? We tried running a republic, look where that landed us."

The former general frowned and thought about that, he had actually been thinking about it more and more each day. "What if we... fuck, I can't believe I'm saying this. What if we get Rachel, Gene and Charlie to join us, make it a democracy sort of thing where more than one person decides about things. We could still be responsible for the army, militia whatever but we wouldn't have absolute power. Rachel, Charlie and Gene and their bleeding hearts could keep the both of us in check." He could practically hear Miles think "That actually sounds like a good idea, not sure Rachel and Gene are gonna go for it though."

Bass snorted "Well, tell them that they kept bitching about how I ran things for all those years and they didn't like it. If they want things to be different then they need to get involved, not just by talking and bitching about it but by actually doing something about it." They spent more time talking about the republic idea but without the others input it was just daydreaming out loud. Bass was just happy he could talk to Miles again.

The walk back to camp seemed longer than Bass remembered, most likely due to the fact that he was tired and hungry. So back at camp he gratefully took the bowl, where the hell had she gotten a bowl, of stew from Charlie "Are you trying to tell me something?" He asked when she came back with a second helping for him. "Are you trying to tell me that I'm too skinny or something.. or are you one of those weird feeder-checks who like their men all plump?" He smirked at her.

He would never tire of her smile, it was an amazing smile or maybe it was just because she fed him. "You scarfed that other bowl pretty fast so I figured you'd like some more. Besides, you've been gone for two days and I doubt you ate something substantial since that morning." She wasn't wrong and he tucked into the second bowl with enthusiasm. When he felt her eyes still on him he looked up and smirked at her "What?" She chuckled and ducked her head "Nothing, just... glad you like it." Then she turned to let him finish his meal alone.

She was chatting with Gene and Miles by the fire and Bass was fighting to keep his eyes on his bowl of food and not let them wander to her constantly. She was so damn beautiful and he still couldn't fathom why she even liked him, because so much had become apparent. He wasn't exactly sure what they had but it was something. No, they couldn't make what they had public but he could tell from her looks and glances in his direction, the way her soft gaze would rest on him that she felt something for him too and though he didn't dare pray or hope she felt the same way about him as he did her he did know that for her it wasn't all about sex anymore either. Maybe it never really had been.

The next morning they were getting ready to head out to hit the depot. They figured they could get a little bit of surveillance in if they went there a couple hours before nightfall. Bass was just on his way back from washing up when he bumped into Charlie "Hey, you." He leaned down and kissed her lips. He couldn't not do that, she was too tempting.

She seemed to have other ideas though, within seconds she had him pressed up against the nearest tree and was kissing him senseless "Charlotte" He wanted to protest because they would be heading out soon and he didn't want to risk Miles or anyone else coming to look for them if they took too long. Then he felt her small hand grasp him through his jeans and all rational thought went out the window. "I want to do to you what you did to me the other day." Through the lust filled haze her words reached him and he hardened to full length in his pants "Charlie, you don't have to.." She cut him off though with a kiss and a shake of her head "I want to, please Bass, I really want to" And hell, who was he to deny her anything.

Charlie fell to her knees in front of him and pulled his pants down to his ankles, he was looking down at her with lust in his heated gaze. She hadn't even done anything and it was already the best blow job he'd ever gotten. Tentatively she reached out to stroke his erection and it dawned on him that she'd never done this before. This sent another shot of lust through his body, knowing he was going to be the first man she took into her mouth. He watched through hooded eyes as she stroked his cock and cupped his balls, he had a feeling this wasn't going to take long. Between the fact that he hadn't come since the last time he'd been in her and that she was here on her knees, inexperienced but eager would probably have him coming in minutes.

When her tongue touched the head of his erection the most pathetic sound wrung free from his throat but there was no way to stop it. His eyes were intent on catching everything and he was staring down at her, slender hands on his hips as she placed a soft kiss on the tip. Charlie pulled back and looked up at him, hesitation in her eyes "I never, I mean... I don't really know what to do." God, she was going to be the death of him. "Just do what felt good to you when I did it, kissing, licking, suck..." He was cut off when she gently wrapped her lips around the head and sucked lightly. "Fuck yeah, like that."

His hands came to rest on her head, fingers tangling in her hair without putting pressure on her head. He didn't want to force her to do something she wasn't comfortable with. She was peppering the shaft of his dick with kisses and her hand was fondling his balls just right "What do I do when you... come?" The question was soft and followed by another lick to the head. Bass gasped and tightened his hand in her hair "Some girls like to swallow but since it's... I'll let you know when I'm ready so you can pull off." She nodded her head and went back to focusing on his groin.

There was no doubt she was unexperienced in this, she was gentle and unsure but that somehow just managed to turn him on even more. Charlie had taken the head in her mouth and she was looking up at him, his hands in her long locks "Take in... take in more" He gasped the suggestion and he nearly came apart when she followed his instructions. "Tell me what to do." Bass groaned and caressed a thumb across her cheek "Christ, baby." The next few minutes he spent instructing her when to lick, where to kiss and where to place her hands. Every time she followed his instructions to a T and damn that was hot. "Good girl" He muttered when she licked the underside of his erection "I'm gonna come soon" He'd know he wouldn't be able to hold out long but this was almost embarrassing.

Charlie did everything he had just taught her and when he felt his balls tighten he softly pulled on her hair "Baby... Baby, I'm gonna.." But she mumbled something he couldn't quite hear and batted his hand away from her head. Her lips stayed wrapped around him and she wasn't making a move to lean back. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks and before he knew it he was emptying himself in her mouth. He heard her breathe in harshly through her nose but she swallowed him down without problem, her wet mouth milking him for all he was worth.

When she pulled off he was still panting harshly and his hands were still tangled in her wavy locks. "Good?" Bass looked down at her hand barked out a laugh "Good?" He repeated, what she just did had given new meaning to the term 'sucked dry'. He cupped her face and pulled her up "that was fucking amazing, spectacular." He kissed her lips and delved his tongue into her mouth "Just amazing" He muttered and pulled her against his sated body "Let me get the feeling back in my legs and I'll show you just how perfect it was." He was rewarded with a smile and she snuggled into his chest "Hmmhmm, this one was for you, like the last was for me. I just wanted to see what it was like."

"And?" Bass was curious. Charlie chuckled and nipped at his chin "It turned me on to see you like that. To know that it was me who had you so out of control." He smiled down at her and kissed her plush lips "Charlotte, anything you do to me makes me lose control." Her smile was blinding and she bit her lips "Good" She stated "Feeling's mutual."

Authors notes;

Felt like Charlie should reciprocate Bass' little sexy time earlier. Well, that and I have a little 'Bass as sex-teacher' kink ;p. Hope you guys enjoyed this one. Like I said, we're moving towards a little action now so I'm curious as to what you guys will think of that, I'm not so good at action lines, naughty stuff is more my thing.

Thanks for reading and please feel free to leave a comment or review, like always those are wanted, welcomed and appreciated. They are, in fact, my heroin. ;p

Love, Marisa