Bass walked through a silent hallway.
He had looked at her. Charlotte. At her turning, walking out of that damn room. Leaving him as he stood there, the same way he had stood there before she had walked in. Alone, with rage boiling at all the whining and bitching from everyone, rage for a brother that once was at this side. Rage in his veins, her on his mind and next to an empty wooden desk.
When he had adjusted himself, he could still feel her hand wrapped around his when he had pumped himself, a weakness she had discovered just now, in this room. Near this wooden desk.
A desk that mocked him again. Silently. Mocked him because this woman, girl, Miles' niece, this fighter, this slender frame of loyalty and taking no shit from everyone and stubbornness, had caught him of guard. Had been able to work his way under his skin and had made him come harder than he had come in a very long time.
He stared at the wood of the desk as a new rage started to spread. Dangerous rage, lust covered and lust filled.
God, he swore, Charlie Matheson was trouble. But he would show her some more.
She had left the door open, as she had walked upstairs their safe house and had walked into the room she had claimed as her own. Sleeping alone, in a room, under a roof was rare these days. Everybody was out, the floor of the house left alone.
The Texan day had turned into the Texan night and she had wanted to grab some shit she had left in the window sill. Her jacket, another knife. Her hands had reaching for but not been on her jacket yet when Charlie had heard his boots hitting the wooden floor behind her.
She felt a small grin forming around her lips. She knew he would be here. He would come for her. After this afternoon, after standing behind him. His hand finding release when she stood right behind him. Denying him her, making sure he felt he could have her, a piece of her, but not have her at all had left her tingling and filled with feeling in control.
She had smiled to herself, and when she had walked down the stairs she had avoided Connor's and Miles' looks who wanted to know more about that rare smile and what put it on her face, on her way out.
Charlie heard how he took lazy steps, lazy but with anticipation and taking the room as he would take a battlefield. His long legs and large boots made him cross the distance from hallway and open door to her within seconds.
She heard the edgy sound of the leather from his jacket before she felt the coolness of it against the bare skin of her upper arms. His strong wide arms, build of training, fighting and muscles, seemed so wide they would not stop next to her.
He was a wall behind her, of possibilities and dangerous corners her body wanted to explore.
Bass placed himself behind her, behind and next to her, almost cornering her. Between wall and him.
'You think you were so clever huh?' His first warning. It made her belly constrict in anticipation.
Bass watched her as he moved his face closer to her neck, to her ear, to see, watch, smell her. To make sure she would get every word. 'Don't you ever pull a stunt like that again, Charlotte.'
He sounded pissed. He sounded in control. His voice low, but not as low as she had once heard it. His voice went to and through her chest, making her insides and skin vibrate with his words. His voice was low, but also slow, precise, filled with warm breath and so in control when he spoke.
His voice was close to her ear and she could feel the rage turning into a hard piece of him against her thigh.
His body a silhouette of boots, belt, weapon tucked against his lower back, into his pants, under the jacket, sticking out for everyone to see. A warning. A promise what would happen if they would make a mistake, come to close to him or the people who he would protect. That list of people was not long. There were only three people right now that made the list. They would be there, he would be rip everyone apart who came too close.
His boots were firmly on the floor, as he stood with his legs a bit wide on her right. Making sure Charlie had nowhere to go, making sure she felt exactly how hard he was as he moved his weight from one leg to the other, in the process brushing his dick against her slender side. Only for him to pull back the moment he knew she had felt his dick right fucking there.
When he moved closer, his mind raging with every damn thing he wanted to do with her, Bass watched her looking so stubborn and defiant.
He would wipe that look right of her face. God, he used to be a General, respected, feared. Control. He used to be President, running the bigger part of the continent with ambition to take more from sea to shiny sea. This girl, she could leave him stunned, shocked, bringing out hell and fury, with her smirking that wide grin of hers, walking away in Vegas with his men. His. Duncan had gave them to her, just to piss him of. Dammit, it was not the whole truth and he knew it. Duncan had found the same respect for this girl as he had.
It made what he wanted, and hell, what he was going to do to her, even more fucked like hell.
He stepped in closer, as his left arm went around her, her hand brushing her side, like a predator who stalked its prey.
It was the first time Monroe touched her like this, when his fingers made contact with the sensitive skin, straight through the fabric of her tank. It was the first time she had to fight her eyes from closing, from a breath that was about to escape.
She felt how he was slowly everywhere.
Bass looked at every inch of her stunning face, as his lips curled into cruel grin. He moved his fingers from her lower back to her side and back over her stomach towards the space between her tits.
Fuck. He wanted her bad. He told his cock and his damn mind to slow the fuck down. He needed more from her being stubborn, but her at the same time losing this fight under his breath.
Charlie felt her heart beat faster, felt how he pulsated in her blood. Bass' arm was now around her, as he moved her exactly where he wanted her, with slow preciseness. She could feel it warm and thick and liquid sliding between where her thighs touched.
Bass made sure he locked her in, her shoulder blades now against his chest, as he had moved more behind her and he had moved Charlie more in front of him. His arm now around her and on his way to her throat, under her arm, locking her in complete.
It was fucking addictive. This look on her face, changing to want and screaming lust and back to her fighting for control.
But she was losing. He had seen it in interrogations. The moment people broke.
When his free hand moved to her pants, quick and clever fingers had her button open in no time. He let her jeans fall open, exposing a part of her black panties. She was breathing hard under his arm, under his fingers that were still close to her neck, digging into the skin there. He watched her smooth belly, as he was towering above her, taller as she was. The black panties, against smooth skin, there open between her pants falling open, made him bite back a groan.
Charlie felt him breathing, she felt how his fingers moved into the skin around her collarbones, she felt how he played with her. She knew Monroe's strength, she had witnessed it. She had never felt it wrapped around her body. And the thought that he was still holding back, brought her dangerously close to release.
Until now, Monroe had been standing tall behind her, one arm around her body, one hand around her neck, and that was all he needed to keep her there.
Until now.
She registered how he moved his other hand to the line of her panties. She told herself to slow down her breathing. To stay in control, this was about her, her getting what she wanted.
She lost that control.
It became all about what she needed from him.
'Tell me something,' his voice was even more dangerous and low close to her ear as he kept moving his hand lower over her belly. 'Back there, you told me you had been thinking about...certain things.'
Charlie's breath quickened even more. She was afraid he was going to let her come just with his words.
'Did those things...' Bass moved his hand even lower, his fingers now in her panties, against her skin, the knuckles of his large hand brushing her thigh through the fabric of panties and pants, as he took pride and lustful enjoyment in every second she was caving, '...include me?'
A soft moan was his answer.
He grinned. Cruel, smug. He moved his nose closer to her ear, just to mess with her even more, knowing she hated and needed him at the same time closer to her.
Charlie felt the smug arrogant breath of air against her ear, a fast low wave of sound. 'I'm afraid I did not heat that, Charlotte.'
She only wanted more of his fingers. So she gave in.
'Yes...' Her whispers was low and out of breath.
'Tell me Charlotte...' He laced his voice with rough colours, as his lips were now so close to her neck. His fingers so damn close to her warm core, as he felt how drenched she was. As Charlie felt he kept his hand still but his fingers, his fingertips moved closer, just enough to make her feel the movement closer to her warmth.
'You...' She breathed into his touch.
She knew where he was waiting for. She knew what he wanted. She knew what was at stake here.
Bass added more pressure to her neck with his fingers as he started to slowly circle her clit. He waited. Felt her struggle.
She was so wet dammit, and she was still Charlie. Blazing attitude, fighting heart and yet, here, her pussy clenching towards him, her thighs aching for him, a storm about to break loose.
He would give it to her, all of her. But first he needed to hear her say it. It would be his victory. It would be a lot more.
Another taste of his scent, of leather, another feel of his strong arm around her side, over her chest, pressing on her boobs and his skilful fingers into her panties made her cave. She moved her left arm, clasped it over his under arm, her fingers digging into skin. Feeling his bandana, feeling the scar tissue on his underarm, feeling his strength, raw and masculine. Not to stop him. But to brace herself for what would be next.
'Bass...' She let out, contained and almost losing all of her control. That part that was still left.
Bass' eyes lit up as he had to suck in a breath. It was like a fucking hit into his face.
Charlie felt it, felt the suck in of the breath in his chest, felt how his fingers hooked around her skin in her panties and moved inside of her. Slowly, widely.
Bass had to fight back a curse, inside of him, as he felt the moment his fingers slipped inside of her so damn easy. She was warm and with soft skin around his fingers. Adding more movement, and pressure, releasing her warmth again, moving out of her as Bass hooked his fingers again deep inside of her to find more of her.
Charlie felt the contradiction of her warmth and wetness to his rough skin. His fingers moved with precision, with knowing what he was doing, god, this man knew what he was doing. And she realised, where she was. His hand close to her neck. Locked against his chest. One word, one wrong look and he would combust.
It was everything that made her crave him more, everything that woke her body up in a way it had not before.
He used her own words against her.
'I want to see you come, Charlie.' His voice was now laced with need, with honest lust and it was there, right there, how he felt how Charlie almost went through her knees at his words, as he felt how thigh she was around his fingers. How she pushed her thighs against his hand.
When Charlie came in his arms, it was everything. His fingers dug deep into the skin of her neck, because lust had nowhere else to go with his dick hard and aching in his damn pants. Adding more to this dangerous game they were playing. He held her, her weight over and against his own hand between her thighs, her hand still wrapped around his upper left arm.
Charlie felt her orgasm build up around his hands. Her whole core, her thighs wanting to form around his hand and fingers. And then she came. Hard. With his harsh breathing and her head finding that nook of his neck.
He let her.
Two people in a room that should both not be there for so many reasons. Silk lust, breathing harshly.
And there, where he had giving himself away by forgetting to call her Charlotte, and went for the Charlie that rolled of his lips, when he needed her to come, in the heat of that moment of need and want.
And there where she had giving herself away with her head searching for the nook of his warm neck to ride out her orgasm they touched something more.
More trouble.
Author's Note: So, sorry for the long wait! After your reviews and feedback, and thank you so much for them, I loved knowing you all wanted to read more. I am trying to go find and go back to those hard interesting dynamics between them in my writing, of pushing away and looking for the other again. A Bass with a craving for control, with a Charlie fighting her need and feelings for him. I tried to explore that more here, try new things in my writing. I want to try and write and explore more of that in future pieces. I love writing stories I am currently working on, like Choices, but I also love to catch them in season two, like this.