When making my coffee, I thought of this little story. Charloe. Because apparently that goes great with my morning coffee.

Realization

1.

Bass was leaning against the bar and enjoying his drink and well, the view of some very fine ladies. He is not anymore.

After his brother ditched him for a girlfriend he, well...kind of hates more than seeing Blanchard's ugly face, he had walked his ass over to the one bar in Willoughby and decided to have some fun on his own.

And maybe, but that was a big fucking maybe, he hopes to see another Matheson tonight. One with a much finer ass then the moron had who made him drink all alone. And Bass has dome some shit in his life, but as far as he is concerned, that is a crime against brothers everywhere.

He had ordered some whiskey's until not that one Matheson he did hope to find here tonight, he was in a bar for fuck sake, but an annoying as hell petite blond walked in. The calculating look in her eyes told him she knew exactly who he is. A girl looking to fuck a General and all the thrill that came with that.

She orders a drink next to him, wrapping herself around and over the bar, giving him an impressive look of her tits. But Bass Monroe likes a good chase. He has fucked around and seen it all. This one, she was making it way too easy until the point he was just tired of her.

'You look so very strong, General.' What's her name purrs, almost touching his biceps through his leather jacket with her finger.

Making even Eve, the woman owning the bar and currently standing at the other side of it, roll her eyes in amusement.

Bass takes another sip of his whiskey and gives her his best grin with, hopefully, just enough of blue steel fuck off in it. 'Not looking for anything tonight.' He says in a low voice.

'You sure...because I sure am...I think you and I could have a great time...' She almost presses her tits to his arm. No strike that, her tits are definitely brushing the leather of his jacket now.

Bass gives her a glare with his lips around his glass of whiskey.

'I don't think so.' He is looking away from her, irritation now forming in his eyes. The girl cannot take a hint because she keeps on twirling around him.

And then, with a sigh of relieve, his rescue for the night walks in. Bass' voice booms through the bar.

'Hey Staypuft, can I buy you a drink?'

Charlie was looking forward to the night that lay ahead. She is not anymore. Her uncle ditched her for a night at home with her mom.

She had raised her eyebrow and shot her former very badass Uncle a look with utter disbelieve. Miles face looked like it had taken that look as a well placed bullet.

Guilt washed over his eyes. 'Sorry kid, another time.' Miles had said. Winked at her to relieve some tension. Rachel had walked in. She had just grabbed her jacket and had started to walk to the bar. Alone.

She steps into the bar and does not make it ten feet before Aaron is with her. He does not look happy.

'Monroe needs your help with some...irritation.' Aaron sounds slightly pissed. Charlie smiles at Aaron using a word that is so much Monroe. Monroe had bought him a drink and charmed his way into him giving Charlie this message.

Charlie follows his nod to the bar where The great badass General Monroe is struggling with a petite blonde that is almost crawling straight into his lap and onto his cock. She cannot help but smirk at the look in his eyes that just scream hell no at the girl and then find her. She does not hate the guy as much as she did, but it is good to see him squirm.

'He also says, you owe him one.' Aaron continues.

Charlie sighs. The moron had kind of saved her life yesterday in a trap from the Patriots. They seem to still not be able to not save the other when things get hard. So, she does kind of owe him one. She looks at Monroe with a pissed glare.

She nods at Aaron and is about to walk over to the bar and all the drama waiting there, when Aaron stops her.

'You know Charlie, I love you. I support you. But every now and then I really, really do not think it is fair we have to deal with him and all his crap on a daily basis because you brought him home.'

Charlie just smirks at Aaron before she makes her way over the guy she did bring home and the petite little blonde who is currently all around him. She smiles to herself. You know, she does owe Monroe. It does not mean she does not get to have some fun while helping the guy out.

Bass sees Charlie talk to Staypuft and he really fucking hopes she will help a guy out here. He watches her raise that eyebrow of hers, watches her glare and finally watches her smirk right before she walks over. And he feels something tighten in his gut. This is going to be all kinds of good.

'Hey babe,' Charlie starts as she has almost reached Monroe.

Bass almost snorts out his whiskey as he hears her call him that. He recovers quickly, making a very impressive guilt face. The blonde's eyes are assessing the situation as they go from Charlie to the General as she takes a first step back. She knows who this woman is. And she does not want a catfight between her and this other woman.

Charlie turns her eyes from Monroe to the blonde before her. ' From where I was standing it kind of looked like you were into my guy.' Her voice is not that loud but still carries danger in it. Her eyes fire at the blonde.

The blonde finds some courage, deep into her cleavage probably.

'Well, look at him.' She challenges Charlie with a sly smile around her lips. She takes another step to Charlie now. Her eyes romancing over her General again.

Bass eyes go from Charlie to the other girl. God, he is enjoying every fucking minute of this. He watches the cool blue turn into fire in Charlie's eyes. And here we go...is all that is on his mind.

Charlie smirks, so much like Miles, but so much like herself, Bass thinks. Her eyes shoot cold threat to the other woman.

'What's your name?' Charlie asks.

'Gina.' The other woman answers, almost spitting in her face.

'Well Gina, you better walk your ass away from him, right now bitch.'

Bass grins behind his whiskey. Dear fucking god. This is all kinds of woman heaven right in front of him.

'And why would I do that?' Gina asks with some venom in her voice.

'Because he is mine.' Charlie counters, not looking away from her.

'He did not tell me he was taken. I have never seen the two of you together.'

'Well then, let me show you.' Charlie says with a sly smirk.

And before Bass knows what the fuck is happening, Charlie turns his way, yanks his leather jacket into her hand and pulls his mouth towards her. Her mouth envelops his as she kisses him wildly and deeply, slowly. He is still leaning against the bar, the whiskey glass still in hand. But she finds the space between his legs and kisses him how Bass sees her when she is slicing her way through some kaki assholes. Hard, fast, passionate and all in.

It is pure reflex when his free hand moves around her slender body that is so fucking close now, and his hand finds her back, right under her shoulder blades. Her long dark blonde hair touches his calloused fingers.

Charlie feels his chest, the cool of the leather jacket, the heat of his mouth. How endlessly tall he is. How he moves his hand towards her back with a skill and experience that makes her almost shiver. The right amount of pressure his hand has on her jacket. How he tastes of whiskey and him. Of ego and fight and so many things she does not want to feel.

He is getting hard and he almost pushes his dick towards her hips.

She is turning into liquid fast as she almost lets out a moan.

When she breaks the kiss, with his leather jacket still in hand, there is no more sign of Gina. She looks up at Monroe, his blue eyes burning into hers.

'I think she left a while ago.' He smirks at her.

Charlie steps away from him, catching her breath. She is about to walk over to some friends as she looks at him with another sly almost lazy smirk, like she is deep in thought for a moment.

He stands at the bar as she puts more distance in between them.

'All right then, I guess we are even Monroe.'

'I guess we are, Charlotte.' Bass grins at her, his lips going back to the whiskey glass. Charlie has to follow his lips.

She then turns way, and moves back into the crowd of the bar. But right before she turns away from him, Bass catches her licking her bottom lip as he drinks the amber drink in his glass.

Bass goes home alone that night. And right before he walks into his bedroom and he is about to crash his ass into bed for some needed hours of sleep before another meeting tomorrow, early morning, he thinks about the little stunt Charlie has pulled.

His cock is hard again, just thinking of her. He moves his fingers to his button. He unzips. He moves his hand to his cock and takes it into his hand. He starts to jerk of, with eager movements of his hands. And the thinks about her. Fuck. Charlie.

He thinks of her with that blonde, how she told that little nobody bitch to go and walk away from him. He thinks about the kiss and the fire in it, about her belly so fucking close to his cock. And he speeds up the movements of his hand. And then, as he remembers his fucking favourite part, the part where Charlie was telling that bitch what to do and to move away from him, he remembers her with another woman.

Duncan.

Her gun aimed at her. In that tent. And finally, finally he fucking understands what it was all about there in new Vegas. It makes him come within seconds, the warm sticky fluid now all over his fingers. And he finally understands why Charlie had pulled her gun at Duncan so fucking fast. He is realising it just now with a sly smirk on his face.

Duncan Page had messed with her guy.

Charlie wishes she could sleep. She wishes she could sleep instead of thinking about him. but she can't. She thinks about his moustache against her lips. She thinks about his scruff around her lips. She thinks of his hand that moves with a determined deliberate and experienced pace to her back. She thinks about the space between wide thighs where she had found herself. She thinks of Monroe and the way his leather jacket had felt in her hands , right before she had pulled him close for that kiss.

It is warm night and she sleeps naked under a white cool sheet. The sheet is wrapped around her body. Her fingers move to her thighs. She has no other choice. She starts to touch herself, the palm of her hand between her thighs. The fabric of the sheet adding more friction. And she thinks of him, liquid and warm between her thighs and against the sheet now. And she comes, intense and falling apart in her own bed. Alone.

She wishes she could sleep and not think of the bolt of jealousy that she had felt when that little nobody bitch was wrapping her way around Bass.

But instead she lays here. Her breathing still so very fast, sweat on her skin, her body overwhelmed with wanting him and her orgasm that has left her breathless. And craving for more. Charlie stares to the ceiling.

And she realizes, that things have just begun tonight at the bar.

She wants him. God help her, but she wants Bass. Monroe.

It is silent in her bedroom and in town when her curse moves into the room.

'Shit.'

Authors Note: Thanks for reading everyone, I loved writing this with my morning coffee. Wishing you a good day, a lot of coffee and ...a lot of Charloe. A review or feedback is always welcome! Love from Love