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Notes at the bottom

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CHAPTER 32 :

Bass woke up with his nose buried in blonde curls. He breathed in deep and tightened his arms around the person spooning back into him, the sun was starting to rise above the tree line and he squinted his eyes against the light.

A couple more hours on the road and they would be back with the rest, sleeping like this would be a thing of the past with Rachel and Gene's hawk eyes on them. The past two nights had been pretty good if you didn't count the hard ground and the cold nights air. Miles sputtered a little when Bass lay down next to Charlie each night but more than that hadn't crossed his lips.

Charlie burrowed back into his and he slipped his hand under her top, his fingers splaying across smooth skin. "Morning." Her voice was soft and a little raspy from sleep as she rested her own hand on his. "G'morning." He grunted and nuzzled into the crook of her neck "Sleep well?"

She turned in his arms and buried her head against his chest "Hmmm." She mumbled and he jumped when she placed her cold fingers on his abdomen "Damn, woman!" He scolded and cupped her hands in his "Get these damn icicles off my skin!"

A chuckle came from below his chin and once more icy fingers found their way to his stomach. This time he just let her warm the cold digits against his skin and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes as best he could.

Miles was a couple yards away putting out the fire and rolling up his bedroll. "If you guys can stop horsing around, we should get going." Bass rolled onto his back and he stretched his hands above his head to loosen his muscles "What I wouldn't give for a decent mattress." Charlie chuckled again and slowly got up from their makeshift bed "Bet you miss that Presidential bed of yours." She quipped.

Bass grinned and got up as well "Fuck, yeah." He replied "Though the company in my current bed is a lot better." That earned him a kick against the shins from the younger woman and he couldn't hold back a chuckle. "Bass!" Miles called out and the former General turned towards the uncle of the woman he'd just woken up next too. "Yes, dear?" He joked.

The other man grunted and threw him one of the backpacks "Maybe you can stop screwing around with my niece and do something useful?" Bass grinned and carried the backpack over to the wagon "You know, Miles, I couldn't help but notice that ever since you found out... or should I say 'since we had to tell you because you're too damn blind yourself' about me and Charlotte you've been referring to her as 'your niece' an awful lot."

"I'll refer to her any damn way I want to!" Bass could hear the irritation in Miles' voice "One of the perks of getting back to the group is that you have to go back to not pawing all over her all the damn time." And wasn't that the truth. The moment they got back to camp Rachel would be there and they couldn't spend the night together any longer.

Him and Miles kept exchanging barbs and insults as they loaded up the wagon for the last couple of miles towards the camp. Bass took the reigns and Charlie climbed up next to him, leaving Miles and Connor in the back. The road was far from smooth in the rackety wagon but it beat walking by far. They stopped once for a pee-break and to have something to eat but they hurried on as soon as they were done.

After that it didn't take long for them to get back to the other camp. The first thing he saw was that the group of mercenaries had dwindled down some, it was to be expected since they had kept on hitting enemy camps while they were in Austin. Another thing he noticed right away was that neither Rachel nor Gene was anywhere to be seen and Charlie had noticed as well. "Evan, where's my mother?"

She jumped off the wagon and headed over to the blond-haired man. "Into town for a bit." Ever the man of the long and boring answers, not. "What the hell do you mean?" Bass heard the slightly nervous tone in Charlie's voice and placed a hand ever so gently on her shoulder, fingers caressing her clavicle for but a second "Ease up, your mother isn't really known for listening to others so I doubt Evan could have stopped her." he turned towards Evan "How long have they been gone?"

Evan looked at the sky for a moment, frowned and replied "About an hour or two. Blondie said they would be back before nightfall, if not then we should come get them. No worries, boss." He grinned "We brought down their numbers drastically, I doubt there are enough of those phony US of A bitches to form a basketball team."

Bass smiled and nodded his head "Good job, let me fill you in on the happenings in Austin." He walked along with the clan-member, leaving Charlie with Connor and Miles. Rachel would most likely be okay and so would AARP. It was of no use to go after them right now, they'd only been gone for a moment and a rescue in broad daylight was never a good idea. It was better to wait until night, if they weren't back by then they would start planning a rescue. He didn't think it would be necessary because no matter how much he disliked Rachel, she was a clever and cunning woman.

As he was talking with Evan his eyes never left Charlie, he figured this would probably be one of the last times he could stare at her so brazenly since her mother or grandfather wasn't around. She was walking around talking to the people from the war clan and Connor, helping with weapons and fires and ... god damn it, bending over so he got an amazing view of jean-clad ass.

"Monroe?!" Bass was jarred from his lusty thoughts by Evan's demanding voice "Sorry about that, got distracted." The other man chuckled and started heading off to a few of his friends "Figured that out all by myself, boss. I'll leave you to it."

His eyes kept following the young woman as she moved through the camp and he was so focused on her that he missed the sound of footsteps behind him. Startled he jerked around when a hand landed on his shoulder. Bass hadn't even noticed that Connor had come up to him. "I see Miles hasn't killed you yet."

Bass grinned at his son "'Yet' being the operative word. Besides, I've always been much more afraid of what Rachel would do. That woman has a mean streak to her not a lot of people would suspect." His blue eyes searched the camp and concluded that the woman in question hadn't turned up yet.

"Look, I'm gonna have a wash, I'll see you in a bit, Ok?" Bass grabbed his bag with his extra clothes and headed towards Charlie, he figured she could use a little bit of distracting. When he got to her he slipped his hand under her shirt and placed it in the small of her back "Come with me." He murmured into her ear.

He felt her shiver under his touch and couldn't keep a smirk from his face as she did as she was told. With his hand still on her back he lead her to the small creek, when they got to the water he turned her towards him "Your pick... we can talk about what happened in Austin or..." She gazed up at him expectantly "Or?"

"Or... we could take a bath." The heated look in his eyes not leaving any doubt about what he was going to do to her once they were in the water. Charlie's hands went to the hem of her shirt and in one fluid motion she pulled the garment off and threw it to the ground "I know what I'm rooting for."

Bass grinned and grabbed her waist "I was hoping you'd say that." He pulled her close and slammed his mouth down onto hers. Charlie eagerly opened her lips under the onslaught of his mouth and tongue, his hands unsnapped her bra and he flung the offending piece of cloth and metal to the ground. Soft breasts pressed against his shirt covered chest and he made quick work of losing it, wanting to feel her soft skin against his.

They both toed off their boots and socks and soon two pairs of jeans joined their shirts on the ground. Bass' hands were clutching Charlie's ass and he pulled their groins together. He was already hard and he pressed his raging erection against the softness of her stomach, the gasp she let out only fueled his fire even more.

He grasped her ass firmly and lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist before he walked the both of them into the chilly water of the stream. Both gasped when the cold water engulfed them but it did nothing to cool down the lust and passion they felt for one another. One of Charlie's slender hands was tangled in his hair while the other rested lightly over his heart that felt like it was about to jump out of his chest.

When he gently sucked her tongue into his mouth she whined softly against his lips, her fingers tightening and her legs clenching his waist even firmer. Bass lowered the both of them so the only part above the surface of the water was their heads, gentle waves lapping at their shoulders and necks as he kissed her heatedly.

Charlie reached down and grasped his erection in her hand, her determined fingers stroking and squeezing him until he was growling into her mouth and his hands were kneading her ass. "God, you turn me on." He groaned against the skin of her jaw, teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh where her neck met her shoulders.

Her lips formed a satisfied smile at his words and he could feel her soft lips against his cheek. A few seconds later she was guiding his erection into her wet heat, the extreme contrast between her soft, hot folds and the cold water nearly made him lose his footing but he managed to stay upright as she sank herself down onto him. Softly biting her earlobe as he slowly thrust up into her body.

"I love feeling you inside of me." Her words turned him on even more and he slowly pulled out before thrusting up into her once more. "I love being inside of you." He replied with a growl and another thrust of his hips. Hers were undulating against him in a shaky rhythm and her gasps and moans were coming more frequent and more enthusiastic.

The knowledge he could do this to her, that he could turn her into a wanton, craving puddle of human did things to him that he shouldn't think about too hard. She shuddered in his arms and he felt her spasm around him, her orgasm making her words jumbled and her muscles tighten and relax rhythmically. Bass kept up the rhythm of his thrusts and guided her through her orgasm, his arms securely around her waist to keep her body against his as she went lax and relaxed in his grasp.

"Move back to the bank." He nearly missed her words but he looked up into her eyes and saw a mischievous sparkle there. Her lips were red and swollen from his kisses, a small red spot on her neck where his scruff had scraped against her skin a little too enthusiastically. Bass did as she commanded when she told him to lie back in the sand.

Charlie's knees were planted firmly in the wet sand on either side of his waist and he groaned roughly when she lifted herself up and then sank back down again "Fuck!" He bit out when she swiveled her hips and sent all sorts of feelings through his body. Bass' hands were firmly gripping her hips, the bruises he'd left there the other time had faded and gone but he was intent on bringing them back to life again.

Her hands were on his chest for support as she rode him eagerly, nails digging into his skin leaving marks of her own but he didn't care. He belonged to her now, she owned every part of him that was still worth anything. She leaned down and nibbled and licked at his nipples, making him arch up off the ground and his fingers clench her harder.

His orgasm hit him almost unexpected and he exploded inside her with her name a scream on his lips. Seconds later she collapsed on top of him and he felt her smile against his collarbone, her body pliant and soft, the slowly setting sun warm on their skin

They stayed like that for a good half hour, her just lying on top of him as his hands caressed her back and legs as he softened inside her. Almost regretfully he pulled out of her and maneuvered her so she was lying against him, front to front. "After this Patriot stuff is all over we should get a house or something so we can do this every night and not have to worry about being seen or overheard." She said it lightly but the meaning of the words dawned on him.

Bass stilled and looked down into her blue eyes. "You'd want that?" She never ceased to amaze him "You'd want to live together... be.. together?" There was a flash of insecurity in her eyes "Well, I... yeah. Don't you?" He leaned forward and caught her mouth in a soft kiss, one of his legs slipped between hers as he pulled her close and rested his forehead against hers "I want that."

He smirked "Rachel and Miles can live in a house to our right, Stay Puft and Priscilla to the left and Evan and his group can have a little condo building. Hmmm. We'll keep a couple of pigs, some sheep and every Saturday night we'll have family night and play 'charades'." Charlie laughed and punched him in the chest "Moron." She said but the world lacked any venom so he leaned back in and kissed her again.

Charlie got to her feet and extended her hand towards him "Come on, we should really get a wash before we go back." He took the offered hand and let her pull him to his feet. The water was a lot colder now he didn't have the added heat from her body to keep him warm and they made quick work of washing as best as they could. "Get that away from me." He joked when she tried to offer him her bar of soap "I don't wanna smell like a chick."

She laughed and put the bar back in her bag before pulling out a cloth she used as a towel "No? I kinda thought you were a roses and lavender man." Bass replied by slapping her butt, the resounding 'clap' rather hard in the silence of the woods. "You keep your hands to yourself now, mister or I'll remove them."

Bass slipped his finger through one of the loops of her jeans and pulled her against his chest, his jeans were still undone and his shirt was on the floor. "You love my hands." He growled as he slipped them under the shirt she had just put back on, his hands cupping her breasts "And what I do with them." She arched into him like a cat in heat and tilted her head for the kiss.

Once more he thoroughly explored the wet heat of her mouth, his fingers roaming her silky skin. "We should get back." She mumbled but her hands were in his hair and not letting go. Gently he pulled her hands from his head and leaned back to look at her "If you insist." Bass winked at her and put his shirt back on.

When they were fully clothed once more they gathered their stuff and head back to the camp. Neither of them had noticed the pair of eyes watching them from a cluster of bushes, nor the angry glint in those eyes.

Still writing here. The way things are looking is that the story will be between 40 and 45 chapters long so we have a few more to go.

I dropped my no black-out AU because it turns out I like writing them as much as I like reading them... sporadically and not with that much enthusiasm. I have, however, started a new story that's slightly based on Beauty and the beast and slightly on ideas from other people who have e-mailed me. I'm a few chapters in now and this one is going strong. I will begin updating that one when this story is finished.

So, last ep... was EPIC! Why couldn't they have let the entire season 2 be like this. I loved the interaction between Miles and CHarlie and the whole Bass/Miles thing at the end. I was even rooting for Rachel, which I normally don't do because I hate her guts and can the writers please kill her off already!

One more episode to go though and I'm nervous. As long as they don't kill Miles, Bass and Charlie I'll be good. But I'll most likely be thrown into a post-revolution depression after next week thursday (that's when I watch the ep) So posting might be a bit off that week. After that I'll rewatch one ep per week so I can stay in writing Charloe mode because I'm not ready to give it up just yet.

Enough of my inane babbling. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Let me know what you think and if you're liking the direction I'm going. There will be no mustard gas in my story and SPOILER! It will be a happy ending because I cannot stand stories that have a crappy, sad ending.

So, almost 300 reviews! If you were here I would kiss you all! Thank you so much, when I started this I never thought so many people would like my twisted ideas :D I adore you for feeding my needy writers heart with your comments :D I'll talk to you all in a couple of days. Have a great weekend ;x

Love you all,

Marisa