'Oh man, come on. Get the fuck out.' Bass barks, seriously losing his patience know.

'Does Charlie know you are in there?' Miles asks amused, knowing very well what the hell his niece has been doing to get ready to take this bath.

'Jesus Monroe,' Charlie steps in the small bathroom, with tile floor and a large bath tub.

She looks pissed.

But does not look away, 'Seriously?' She places her arms before her chest. There he is. Splayed out in the bath tub, her bath tub, strong wide arms over the rim of the white tub, the wet little hairs under his armpits enticing, complimenting the raw maleness of Monroe.

The rest of his body in slow circles of colours under the water. Defining his body, as the darker circle of colour, running into the other colours under water, around his waist really takes out a circle of lust inside of her body.

Like he is the stupid king of everything. It is where the first outlines of an idea are born.

Bass looks over his shoulder, his lock on Miles, then on Charlie as both of them stand on the threshold on the second floor of their house for the night.

Her face is the kind of serious pissed he kind of really likes, but then he realises he is butt naked, and she is not and this whole damn joke that seemed like such a good idea, is making him uncomfortable fast. Very fucking fast. Of course, Miles chooses this moment of not acting like a complete moron about him, again butt naked, in front of his niece. So much for the help there, brother.

Charlie was strolling back to the bathroom, where it had been Miles with an amused face catching her attention, in front of the bathroom and a very, well, naked Monroe in the bath. More precisely, she has found him in the tub she had so damn hard worked on to get clean. Went outside. She had made sure there were buckets of warm water getting into it. Her skin warm, her hair clinging to her head. And now Monroe had found a way into it.

He has smiled at her smugly when she appeared next to Miles. Weeks on the road kind of threw the whole shy with one another overboard. She had seen him before.

Bass looks at Charlie and sees her eyes change from amused to being pissed. He has seen her move the buckets of water. But he had also not stopped himself when his jeans and v neck shirt moved of his back and he had slid into the warm water. A way to mess with her just a little more. And get some damn dirt of this land he always hated. A win win, as far as he was concerned.

It took her a whole of five minutes to barge in.

She knows he has just not counted on what would happen next.

'You might want to...,' Miles waves casually with one hand towards his private area, 'cover up the merchandise Bass.'

He sees two smirks that are so alike, he swears, if Rachel reveals she made some mistakes with calculation, it is not that much extra therapy for their group.

Bass looks at both Charlie and Miles, the two Matheson that have been a complete pain in his ass, but hell, somehow they got stuck with the other. Damn it, if he likes it.

Miles leaves, Charlie doesn't dammit, as both him and Charlie hear him bark with laughter in the hallway and down the stairs.

She smirks, raises an eyebrow as she walks to the door too. Closes it. But with her still on the same side as him.

'Dammit Charlie.' He growls, wishing he was anywhere but here, although his cock thinks otherwise.

'What are you doing?' He asks, his voice now turning a bit husk.

Charlie can't decide if he is playing this or if the big badass Monroe is chickening out. She is not sure where she hopes for. The last, definitely the last. She thinks. Although the first one, would be not that bad, as something happens in her body. more than wanting to get in his face and get back at him for this little stunt he pulled.

'Well, Bass,' she uses his name for the first time at that moment, she has waited and realises this is one of those moments she has been waiting for. Realising his eyes that turn wide and intense, as there is something happening on his cheeks now all worth the wait for playing this out, 'I have spent a lot of time preparing that bath.'

His mouth falls open, while there is something sinister lustful around it.

She locks door before she walks back to the tub, stopping somewhere in front of it.

'I might as well enjoy it.'

There it is. That fast smirk that means all trouble. Which he can normally handle, but he is buck naked here and well, fucking hard. Hard being the understatement, as he has the hard on of the century.

Bass almost coughs as he shifts just a little bit in the tub, the weight of his cock moving slowly into the resistance of the water..But then he smirks. This is Charlie Matheson. She wouldn't.

And holey fuck in hell.

She would.

Her hand turns to the button of her jeans as she slowly opens it. Her tank, and bra, holey damn, that bra, shift of her body. He shifts a bit, his eyes hot on her body that is smoothly discovered now. She works herself out of her pants, as her boots have already hit the tile floor.

There is the smallest of smirks around his lips as she glides her finger over her hips and down to the band of black small panties. A twitch from his cock, his lips almost masking the tip of his tongue as he lets his fingers move over his lips. His index finger slowly rubbing over the skin of his lips, as the other arm is still over the rim of the tub. His legs fall wide. Something she notices. He knows she does.

She is not shy. For once, she has the complete attention of a man. It is not like before. It is not with the guy in the bar on her way to Vegas, it is not a slow kiss with Jason. He is a slow fire, that makes something combust in her, makes her want to give over control instead of keeping it when it comes to Monroe.

The line of her curls just above the shadow between her leg, were things are left unseen for him. Her breasts, modest but round and with a heavy line and a appealing space in between he wants his tongue to be. The shape and line of her thighs. The line towards her armpits. Her hands now on the rim of the bath, arms pressing against her tits.

His eyes don't know where to feast first.

He won't touch her.

There is a move in the water when she bends her knees as she slides in like some freaking mermaid. Her hair into the water, changing colour.

One leg is pulled up, his knee a tat above water, the strong line of his muscles under water. She feels his leg. It's a hit inside of her, a bolt of feeling his warm skin, finally because that is how she feels, against her. The inside of his right leg is touching hers. It feels strong, and she feels the little hairs against her own.

Meanwhile he has made himself comfortable, although her eyes are on her. Monroe, oh why would she keep up with this now, Bass, rests his arms on the rim of the tub. He is wide, and his arms reach far. The water dripping from his fingers.

She is not going to not look at him. The water is warm. This is her bath. She does not move. If he wants to be there, let him be here.

'Enjoying yourself Monroe?'

'Well, it is a good bath, Charlotte.'

She swears she sees him move between his legs, the movement at her name.

She does not take his eyes away from him.

As her back moves down the side of the bath, she moves further down the water . It is a small change in the colour of his eye, that tells her he has noticed. She is aware of what is there, under the water, under the warm surface as she slides down further between his legs.

This is interesting. It is not like there have not been anything between them. But this is, unexpected to say the least. It is also fun. He lets her play her hot water game. And some other things. It is like they are looking at the other, both deciding what their next move will be and when it will be.

It is a voice out there that moves them both back into reality.

'Bass, you are done with the pampering in there? Have a bottle of whiskey in here.'

Hands go to the door handle.

'Aaaaand why is this door locked?'

'Don't want to have anyone slipping inside..' he smoulders on that word, 'suddenly.' He does not take hie eyes away from her.

Almost making her roll her eyes, but it does not fit here. She just moves her leg more towards the place right between his thighs. He does not hesitate. His eyes filled with danger and goodness as he grabs her foot, holds it still and twists it a little bit to the outside, causing the skin of her leg to touch the ceramic cooler wall of the tub and her pussy to open up just enough for her to realise a moan was almost there.

'You have seen Charlie?'

She gets pissed for a moment. Monroe knows exactly what he is doing, as his eyes move towards the more darker spot between her legs in the water. Again, the small shift of fingers brushing against his lips. She feels the surge of heat between her legs.

'I am sure she is all right Miles.'

'All right and making plans to murder your ass for this Bass.'

It earns a small laughter from her, as Miles sais that. Splashing some water when she moves her hand in front of her face to stop herself. Monroe is grabbing her feet even more, as his eyes fire on Charlie.

'Oh hell Bass, I don't want to know.' Miles sais in agony as he hears the sound of water that could indicate some other movements Bass is making.

'No, you really don't.' Bass emphasizes each and every word, like an orgasm at a time, that last word with a low tone that makes Charlie shiver.

Then they hear another voice, a sigh from Miles and he leaves the door.

Bass is now smirking at her, as he gently lets go of her leg and fingers leave her skin that feel empty now without him there and Charlie breaths out. She leans back her head against the tub with hooded eyes. The warm water and her there, in the half circle that is Bass around her lower body, relaxing and thrilling at the same time. as Bass is slowly moving his fingers over the soreness in her leg. It is a small touch, but it magnifies under the water. They lay there, in the warm water, knees within his wideness, as it is quiet outside and Charlie realises this is not bad.

Bass realises as he thinks about how far Charlie is willing to let this go. He is also enjoying her shoulders, and her body between his thighs and the way her eyes are playing with their distance and the water.

As Charlie feels the tub around her, sees the hard lines of his thighs under water and the smirk around his eyes that is changing into something more intense and softer at the same time.

Not bad at all.

xxx

The story builds up slowly, as the title said: we have hot water and then...sweet dreams. Between all the serious stories I wanted to have a lighter one, one with more fun and play. Love to see you there!

Love from Love Thanks for Threemagpies for the inspiration for tubs and Bass. More in chapter two as this continues.