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CHAPTER 27:

Charlie hadn't heard a word Connor had said after she noticed Bass walking over to them. She knew she should be disgusted by the way he ordered Connor to leave them alone but all she felt was fire in her stomach and a burning under her skin with his gaze fixed on her as he demanded to know what had happened earlier that evening. Charlie tried to play it off like nothing had been wrong but she could see from the look in those electric eyes that he wasn't taking anything she was throwing at him.

A hard, determined look on his face as he strolled off towards another fire "What the hell was that about?" Connor asked as he sat back down next to her "Something crawl up his ass or something?" Charlie shook her head "I think he just found out what happened earlier with me and a couple of tribesmen. I don't think he's taking it very well." Connor and she watched as Bass asked Evan something "I know I said I wouldn't ask but.." She sighed "It was nothing, three guys cornered me and tried something, Evan broke it up before anything serious could happen."

"I'm thinking my dad disagrees." Charlie watched as Bass moved closer to the three men who had accosted her and her eyes grew wide when the former General pulled his weapon and without hesitating shot them in the head. Numbly she watched as Miles ran up to Bass and had a short conversation with him. Her eyes were wide as she watched the scene unfold before her eyes, the bodies of three dead men spread across the ground, bright orange flames illuminating them. "What the hell just happened?" In the back of her mind Connor's words registered but she didn't answer, she couldn't speak.

Her eyes followed Bass as he stalked out of the camp after ordering a few of the other men to bury the dead trio. Miles walked over to her but she was still a bit in shock "You should have told me, or your mom." She knew what he was talking about "Though it would have had the same outcome. If Bass hadn't killed those sons of bitches then I would have. Like I told him, something good came out of you and the kid shacking up." Charlie didn't notice Connor's eyes widening at Miles' words and she just nodded before Miles walked away again.

"Did I miss something... you and me shacking up? What's that about?" Charlie finally got pulled back to the present and turned to Connor "Oh, my family thinks I'm sleeping with you. Though to be honest I'm not sure whether they really believe that or just chose to believe that because the possible alternative is to difficult for them to accept." Connor let out a laugh "That's rich. So... when are you going to tell them they got the wrong Monroe?" She shook her head "I'm not with any Monroe."

By Connor's incredulous laugh she could tell he didn't believe her "Sure, right. Because the way you guys look at each other is just in my imagination. I'm assuming that you're the one who decided that the two of you shouldn't do the horizontal mambo in the woods anymore." Blue eyes narrowed at him "Classy, Connor. How would you know it was me, maybe it was him finally getting sick of me." But the dark-haired man shook his head "I see the way he looks at you, and he did just kill three guys because they somehow did something to you." Connor shook his head once more "No, I like to think I've gotten to know my dad a bit by now, he would never break things off with you so it had to have been your decision."

Charlie couldn't fault his logic "I can't help but keep thinking that it would never work, there's too much standing between us. What's happened, what's going to happen, my family."

"You know, I can't help but notice that you didn't once say that you didn't feel for him. All I'm hearing is excuses and lame ones, at that. Think for yourself Charlie! Do you like him? Do you love him? Because if you do it's not about what Miles or Rachel is going to think. They have each other, they have their love and they have someone to keep them going through all the shit we have to deal with on a daily basis." He grasped her hand gently and forced her to look at him "How do YOU feel about him, because at the end of the day that's all that matters. Your mom will end up with Miles and yes, maybe it won't work out. Maybe in the end you will be left standing by yourself, alone... but don't let that happen because you were too chickenshit to go after what you want. Don't let other people stop you from taking what you want because any chance of the slightest bit of happiness, in a world like this, should be grasped with both hands and never let go."

Once again the young Monroe surprised her with his insight and she shook her head chuckling "You might have Bass' good looks but you definitely have your mothers wisdom." He responded with a smile and squeezed her hand "I'm gonna tell daddy you told me he was handsome." He singsonged and winked at her. It caused her to burst out laughing, god she was glad he was here. Never in a million years would she have guessed that Bass Monroe's son would become one of her closest friends but now she couldn't really imagine her life without either of the Monroe men.

She got to her feet and his hand slipped from hers "Thanks for the talk, Connor. I'm gonna go now, though. Something I gotta do." The knowing smile of him face told her that he knew she was going to find his dad.

Evan pointed her in the right direction after she asked him if he knew where Bass was, the other people from the tribe watching her with careful eyes, they knew exactly why the three men had been shot moments before. She slipped out of the camp and headed south where Evan had pointed her. It took her a few moments but after about ten minutes she found him casually leaning against a large tree "Not really stealthy are we, I could here you coming from a mile away." His words caught her off guard but she didn't let it show as she stepped closer.

"Figured I'd better make my presence known, seems you're a bit trigger-happy this evening." She watched him smile but it was strained and forced "They didn't laugh at my joke... had to off them." Carefully she searched his face for anything but he was closed off from her and she knew it was her own fault. "I told you that I was fine, you didn't need to kill them."

This caused Bass' head to snap up and his eyes found hers "Yes I did." He replied, no hesitation in his voice "They tried to hurt you... they were dead the moment they touched you, the bullet was just a formality." Her breath caught when he stepped away from the tree and raised a hand to her face, gentle fingers touched the bruise on her chin "They were already dead." He repeated and caressed the skin that had turned an ugly shade of purplish blue.

Charlie couldn't help but turn her face into his caress, tilting her head so it was resting in his palm "Bass..." He pulled his hand away "I know, you don't want to be with me. I respect that, but Charlie.." His eyes found hers again "I will kill anyone who tries to lay a finger on you. That isn't going to change." Damn him and his protectiveness. This protectiveness she should find irritating and offending but really just left her feeling warm and safe because he was looking out for her.

She was done, done with listening to Miles and her mother, done with being afraid of what the future held. Determined she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, her face buried against his chest as she breathed him in. God, he smelled good. Like fire, wood and battle. He smelled like sweat and warmth and man and she couldn't help breathing him in once again. It was intoxicating, he was intoxicating and she sighed contently when she felt his arms slip around her waist and pull her close.

"Goddamn it, Charlie." He cursed. "Why do you keep doing this," His voice angry now "You keep running hot one minute and ice cold the next. How the hell do you expect me to keep up. One moment you're pulling me against you and the next you push me away like it all means nothing to you." He sighed and ran a hand trough his hair "I'm getting real tired of this shit, Charlotte. You know what I want but it seems you change your mind every other day about what you want."

"I know, it's just I..." She didn't know how to explain it to him. The attraction between them was illogical but something neither of them could deny and she decided that she wouldn't anymore. No more doubts, no more inner debates on whether he was the right kind of guy for her. He made her feel safe, cherished and loved and like Connor had said, in a broken world like this, what more could you ask for. "I don't think you're a monster." She felt him tense in her arms "Charlie.." but she cut him off "I know I said I did but... it's because it scares me, you.. scare me."

Bass pulled back slightly and she found herself gazing into his blue eyes, eyes that looked at her in a way that made her stomach flutter and her brain melt. A way that she would never have associated with Sebastian Monroe if anyone would have told her months ago. "I don't want to, scare you, that is." He confessed and in his eyes she could see he was telling the truth. For the first time she thought that just maybe he felt the same way about her as she felt about him and it made her tremble in his arms "I never want to scare you."

"No, I.. I don't mean like that." She didn't really know how to tell him without sounding pathetic "My feelings for you scare me, it's why I said what I did, it's why I've been pushing you away. Because I thought you were right in needing to kill the kid and I thought you were right in attacking the Boot Camp. That's what scares me, that I find myself agreeing with you most of the times when everyone around me disagrees. My mom, Miles most of the time, though I think maybe that's just because he wants to placate mom."

He let out a chuckle and dropped his arms from around her, a nervous hand running through his curly hair "I scare you?" He barked out a laugh and looked into her eyes "Woman, you are the most scary and intimidating person on the planet, how the hell can I scare you? Like you don't know what you do to me, looking at me with those damn eyes of yours? I knew who I was before I started traveling with you, I knew what I wanted and you just... Fuck, I don't know shit anymore." Charlie saw his eyes darken and she felt that familiar tightening of her abdomen as she felt him step close "All I know is I want to shove you up against the nearest tree and peel all clothing from that delicious body of yours. All I think about is sinking myself into you every second of every day. I know I shouldn't, I know that all we get from that is trouble, but I want you."

His last words were growled and she felt herself grow wet, that animalistic look on his face, his hands now gripping her hips. Charlie couldn't help but think of those dreams she used to have, the one where he did exactly that, grip her hips. Bass face came down and his mouth was just a breath away from hers "I want you, Charlotte. All of you, for as long as you'll let me." His hot breath ghosted across her lips and she could almost taste him, his body was now pressed against her front while her back was pressed against the afore mentioned tree. Bass was hard, she could feel the impressive outline of his erection pressing against her stomach and without thinking she rocked into him. "But I have to know you want me too, because I'm not going to keep doing this. You push me away now and I'm gonna stay away."

She realized that the idea of that was worse than anything she could think of, the last thing she wanted was for him to leave her. "I want this too." Charlie could see the doubt on his face and she fisted her ands in his shirt. "I want this, Bass. I want you, there's no one I want more. I want the man that's been taking care of me since New Vegas. I want the man that makes me laugh, that makes me feel like I can do anything, that I'm worth something. I want the man that's not afraid to take action, to know what needs to be done and not afraid to do it, no matter what it is."

Charlie's fingers twisted tighter in his shirt and she pulled him closer "I want the man that doesn't fear anything. I want the man that can love like no other, I want the man that can kill like no other." She pulled back slightly and gazed deep into those cerulean eyes of his "I want the rebel... and the General."

The growl he let out this time wasn't human, it was harsh and rough, just like every other thing about this man. No one would be able to accuse Sebastian Monroe of being weak or soft and if she were honest it was one of her favorite things about him. She loved that he was a fighter, that every inch of his body told the story of battles he'd fought. She loved the feel of that hard, experienced body against her and she snaked her hands into his hair. His mouth mere millimeters from her lips and it was excruciating pleasure waiting for that moment where he would press his lips to hers. Waiting however, was never one of her strong suits so she raised up to her toes, a frustrated gasp leaving her lips when he gently pulled back, keeping that minimal distance between them.

"Charlotte?" He spoke her name softly, his lips brushing against hers ever so lightly in a small, smug smile. Another thing she loved about him, he was the most cocksure man she knew but she also knew he had all the skills to back it up. Her head nodded without her putting any effort into it "Hmm?" Another gasp pulled from her when his hot tongue gently touched her bottom lip, hers once more following but never getting what she wanted. "Are you still drinking that tea?" Just like that she wasn't merely wet, she was drenched and her inner walls clenched as if he was already inside her "Yes." Was her breathy reply. At this moment drinking the tea was just routine, she usually whipped up a batch and then just kept it in her canteen so she wouldn't forget.

It was as if her words opened the floodgates as Bass pulled her shirt off and latched his mouth on her neck. She arched into him, hands still buried in his hair as she pulled his head up to her mouth, demanding a kiss. The moment his wet lips touched hers she let out a moan and opened her mouth so his tongue could enter. It felt like he wanted to taste every inch of her, his tongue forced it's way around her mouth while his right hand deftly unsnapped her bra, the only underwear garment she still wore on a daily basis. His left hand had unbuckled her belt and snapped the button of her jeans open.

For a moment both of his hands came together as he pulled her bra from her arms and bared her breasts to his hungry gaze. Blue eyes alight with a raging fire as he closed his lips around a hardened peak, her back arching into him, pleading for more. While his mouth was sucking on her nipples, alternating left and right his hands shoved her pants down her hips. Charlie wiggled her body to help him get her out of the offending denim and within moments the jeans joined her boots and socks in a pool at her feet.

She was completely naked now and it was an enticing contrast to his still fully clothed body. The rough fabric of his jeans was scraping the inside of her thighs when he grabbed her ass and wrapped her legs around his waist. His chest was pressed firmly against hers and his mouth once again found hers in a scorching kiss. She was franticly trying to decide what to do with her hands, she clasped them in his hair, grabbed at his shoulders and pulled at his arms to get him closer to her. She had the feeling though that she could never get him as close as she really wanted, she wanted to be consumed by him, owned by him, and in turn she wanted to own him.

Her hands dropped down to his waist where their bodies met and she impatiently tugged at his belt to get it off. A soft chuckle was released against her lips and he gently dropped her feet to the ground so he could help her get his pants off. While he was working on his pants she decided to tear his jacket and shirt of, she pushed the leather down his arms and demanded he stop his fumbling with his pants so she could drop it to the ground. A small ripping sound when she eagerly pulled his shirt over his head "Careful." He murmured "I don't have many shirts left." She didn't really give a crap though, she just wanted him to be as naked as she was.

Moments later she finally had what she wanted, a stark naked Bass pressed up against her. Her long, naked legs were back to being wrapped around his waist and he gently lowered her to the ground "Ow." Twigs and leaves were poking her back and backside, forest floor not being the best surface to have sex on but since it was all they had it would have to do in a pinch.

Bass reached to the side and lifted her up, carefully he arranged their shirts and jackets so they formed a barrier between her and the prickly forest ground. Thankful for his considerate gesture she wrapped her fingers around his length. God, he felt good to her, like velvet covered steel in her hands. He groaned against her mouth as he settled in between her legs, capturing both her hands in his and pinning them to the ground above her head. The movement caused her body to arch into his and she spread her legs as wide as she could, letting him know how desperate she was for him "Bass" It was little more than a mewl and she nipped at his lip to get her point across.

While one of his hands kept hers pinned to the ground the other slipped down, clever fingers parting her folds and stroking her wet vulva. Charlie gasped into the chilly nights air when his mouth latched back onto a nipple and two large, calloused fingers pushed their way into her wanton body. Her legs closed around his waist and she tried to tilt her hips up so she could get those digits deeper into her "Bass." She moaned out his name and she could feel his lips form a smile around the hard peak in his mouth. His mouth skipped along the taught line of her neck and came up to capture her mouth in another belly-aching kiss "I'm getting there, baby."

"I like it when you call me that." Dammit. She hadn't want to admit that to him but the whispered words got out before she could stop it. It was the truth though, she absolutely loved it when he called her 'baby'. From other men's mouths it just sounded condescending and sleazy but the way he said it, in the throes of passion, with that rough and raspy voice of his, it made her stomach clench and her center ache for him. Bass grinned against her skin and teased her by finger fucking her until her words were garbled and her eyes closed in excruciating pleasure.

Keeping her hands pinned he shifted back up and nestled himself in the junction of her thighs, the tip of his erection parting her folds as he ground his hips into hers. She wanted him so bad she could taste it "Bass" Her voice louder now, more determined and he chuckled against the soft skin behind her ear "What can I do for you, Charlotte?" He teased. Charlie groaned in frustration and used her legs to pull him in closer "Tell me what to do, Charlotte."

With extreme difficulty Charlie opened her eyes and look at him, it was daunting to gaze into those blue orbs, she felt exposed and vulnerable. "I want you in me." She confessed and watched as a smug little smile spread his lips "I want you in me so badly, Bass." More of a whine now and she could see it was starting to take it's toll on him. He grasped his erection and swiped the head through her drenched folds "Fuck, you are soaking wet." Agonizingly slow he pushed himself into her, inch by inch, filling her up until his pelvis was flush with hers and he was root-deep inside her. It felt amazing to her, to have him fill her up like that, to have him so close.

Charlie felt the perspiration on his skin and the strain in his arm muscles when he pulled out and slowly sank back into her. "So fucking wet, Charlotte." His voice was barely audible, more growl than actual words but she understood him completely. At the moment the ability to speak eluded her and she just tightened her legs around his waist and eagerly reciprocated the kiss he gave her. Their bodies moving in unison as he thrust himself into her wet heat over and over again. Charlie thought she was going to die from pleasure when he bottomed out each time, his thrusts slow but powerful, taking her body and claiming it as his.

Their fingers were entangled above their heads, mouths fused together as their hips parted and met time after time. Bass shifted his legs under them and he came to his knees, pulling her up so she was straddling him. God she loved how strong he was, how he could just pick her up like it was nothing and mold her body in the shapes he desired. He was on his knees now sitting back on his heels and she was riding him, her thigh muscles straining with the movement, him deeper than she'd ever had him. "Oh, god." She couldn't help the plea spilling from her lips and she kissed him forcefully.

Strong hands guided her hips in the age-old rhythm of sex, a dance men had been performing for eons but never as good as this, Charlie guessed. The change in position caused her clit to rub against his pelvic bone and she felt her blood turning from simmer to a boil "Bass, please.. oh, God, please" She shuddered in his lap and forced herself to keep the rhythm going.

"Are you sure about it?" The words were strained and Charlie doubted he wanted to pull out even if the tea was complete bogus. She trusted her mother's desire to keep her from getting pregnant by a Monroe, even though her mother thought she was bedding the younger one. "Hmmm, I want you to come inside me." The words had a ravenous effect on Bass. His hands tightened even more on her hips and she knew instantly that tomorrow she would have ten finger shaped bruises on her flesh but she didn't care, she wanted him to grip her as tight as he could and never let go. She wanted to spend the rest of her life right here, in this tiny little piece of the woods, in his arms. Not ever worry about food, water, her family or the patriots, just revel in the pleasure of him holding her close.

His thrusts became more forceful and with every upward movement of his hips he used his hands to pull her down onto him. There was no question about the fact that she would be sore as hell tomorrow but it would all be worth it, he was worth it. She felt the pressure in her stomach build as he slammed up into her, the walls of her center squeezing his erection as he plunged it in and out of her. Once again she was amazed by his stamina but she guessed that's what you get when you have sex with men instead of boys. Charlie threaded her fingers in his hair and refused to take her mouth away from his, their tongues mimicking the actions of their hips as she got closer and closer to completion.

After a few more thrusts she could feel her clit throbbing and her stomach clenching and she was coming around him. The contractions of her hot center sucking him in deeper and squeezing him until Bass couldn't seem to hold back any longer. He moaned into her mouth and pulled her hips flush against his as she felt him spasm inside her. It was insane, the feeling of him coming inside her. She hadn't expected it but she could feel him contract inside her vulva and she could feel the pulse and heat of his seed filling her, marking her. He groaned loud and his hips shuddered against hers with the force of his orgasm, her walls still clenching around him, milking him for all he's worth.

When Charlie started to come down from her orgasm she suddenly felt it, the steady, quick thumping of his heart against her chest. It was deafening in the silence of the woods as they sat there, her still in his lap and him with his arms around her, head buried in the crook of her neck. His breath was still labored against her skin and his fingers flexed around her thighs. She could feel him grow limp inside her and another wave of heat washed over her when realization hit that he spilled his seed inside her.

Gently he laid her down on the ground and came up beside her, his arm slung loosely across her hip as he pulled her against him, both on their sides. Her orgasm had left her warm and relaxed and to her surprise she could feel herself slip into the comfortable oblivion that was sleep. "You are mine now, Charlotte." She could hear by his voice that he was seconds away from dozing off, just like her but his words jarred her awake. "You belong to me now, Charlotte Matheson."

She liked that, call her stupid, call her foolish but she liked being his. "Does that mean you're mine?" He didn't answer for a long time, causing her to think he'd fallen asleep but right before she dozed off the softly mumbled words registered in her brain and with a smile she drifted off to sleep. "Was yours the moment you came back for me to get me out of Neville's grasp."

Whoops, a bit of a long one, hope you guys didn't mind. I thought they'd been apart long enough so I got them back together again. Finally sexy times, haha. Took me a while to get here again, lots of hurdles to get past :D I hop you guys enjoyed the way it turned out.

So I've decided to take this story away from the show, I just got through watching the latest ep and I hate what they did to Bass in this one so I'm gonna go my own way from now on. Like I said before, I do write a few chapters ahead so the next few chapters will still follow the show slightly, after chapter 30/31 it will be going my own way.

We should know by mid-may whether we'll be getting a new season but all the predictions sites are showing most likely to be canceled, unfortunately.

I was wondering if anyone had any good Revolution fic recomendations? Preferably ones that aren't posted on FF or AO3 since I probably already read those (I don't know if there are other sites with Revolution fics) Preferably Bass/Charlie and the more explicit the better ;p (rated at least Teen) and NOT written in forst person i.e ; I looked at Miles but he... you know. For some reason I just can't read that. So if you know something throw me a mail with the adress of the story willa_marisa Yahoo . com (because FF doesn't allow other web adresses to be exchanged but their own)

Anywho, hope you enjoyed the chapter, read, review, rant... do your thing, you know I love any and all feedback.

Love, Marisa