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Pacing, what was with pacing and grasping hair when it did nothing to ease her tumultuous mind. She couldn't understand why her body seemed to do that, why it was doing just that.

She was sure by evening the entire staff would know of her anxiety, she would be the talk of the entire estate. That was just great more she was placing more on her already fractured mind.

What the hell had she just gotten herself into this time? It was one thing to sleep with Monroe in order to protect her family, but to sleep with him in order to give him an heir, to be his forever more.

… Well at at least until he was bored with her and had his heir.

Crap! What was she to do now? How was she suppose to get out of this, how was she suppose to deal with this on her plate as well.

Oh she was sure she just pulled a few strands from her head and it actually really hurt.

"Charlotte you need to calm down" Julia's voice ordered.

Yes calm down, that's exactly what she needed to do, the problem was she couldn't. How was she suppose to calm down when she was going to … Oh she was going to have a heart attack soon.

"Calm down? Why don't you try to calm down when Monroe wants to make you his damn baby-making machine!" She screeched back.

There was a sigh and Julia grabbed her hand roughly from her hair as she spoke. "I see where your frustration is coming from, but worrying about it will do nothing but cause more damage."

She knew that, but her mind didn't seem to want to do as she knew she should. "Perhaps we could … delay tonight?"

What was she on about? Julia continued. "Waxing, we could wax you down there..."

"No … I got waxed about a month ago back home. … Besides I doubt that would stop him, even him, he might like the sight of me in more pain".

It was true Monroe did seem like the sadist type. As she looked over to Julia again she saw an amused smirk on her face. She understood, Maggie who traveled outside of the village with her father had said that the only women who took care of themselves were the wealthy in the bigger villages, and they usually had servants to help them.

She had Maggie though, and Maggie had her as well, and Maggie was quiet a thesaurus, she actually knew a lot of interesting things.

For instance how to make wax. "Just because I'm from a small village doesn't mean I didn't learn how to care for myself".

"I didn't say that" Julia replied defensively, "No you implied it".

There was a wave of the hand. "How about we just prepare then, if we think on it and not at the same time it'll help a bit, we could look through some dresses and see what to wear for dinner, and I'll have one of my girls come up and she can do some massages on you. … Yes, yes I think we'll do that" She said as she grabbed a pen and paper and wrote something down before running over to the door and handing it to one of the guards with a hushed voice before she turned back to her.

"Well then, lets see what you should wear for dinner tonight" She said as she walked over to the armor in the room.

"Really we're going to play dress up to help the situation?" She asked as she watched the woman look through the myriad of dresses Monroe had gotten for her.

"It'll keep you from consistently thinking about tonight, now I think we should go with something slim".

This was so not going to work and she knew it, she sighed, well she could stand there and pull at her hair till she was balled and walk back and forth till there was a hole in the floor.

Or she could just go along and pretend it was working. Taking in a deep breath and breathing out she sat down and watched as Julia went through her closet.

"I don't think dark colors will be good, we don't want to give the impression that you've done this before".

He already knew she was a virgin, how he knew she wasn't sure but she was sure that red or black the color didn't matter.
"We don't want to put you in white either. … You'll seem like a lamb and we don't want to boost his ego."

Oh no surely they didn't want to do that. "What do you think Charlotte should we carry on with the a-lines or should we go with an empire waist?" Julia asked.

Which one was easier to run in? She crossed her arms, she was so not going to participate in this. What was the point of getting dressed up when she was sure he wouldn't be paying any attention to the dress that was surely just going to end up in tomorrows laundry or in the trash. … She might even have it burned. Just so she could never have to look at it again. If only she could do the same with her skin, she wasn't that crazy though.

From what she could remember hearing a few nights back it sounded like he was a bit harsh in the bedroom. It would suit him, he treated his women just as he did his nation.

She watched as a few dresses were pulled from the closet and laid onto the bed and she watched as Julia stood staring at them.

She truly was trying to help her it seemed, another sigh and she finally spoke. "The pink one reminds me of a flamingo".

"It would seem it does remind one of a flamingo". She said softly as she sighed.

She was sure Julia did not like the fact that by doing this she was officially turning down the offer to be with her son. Well it was better this way anyhow, she was sure if she had chosen a way out something bad would have happened.

"The gray one is to boring as well" Julia stated, "I think I would prefer boring right now" she replied softly.

Julia turned to her swiftly as she spoke. "Just because you don't want this doesn't mean you have to under-dress yourself. … You are the niece to the Commanding General Miles Matheson-"

"He's not the Commanding General anymore though" she cut off tiredly. There was a deep intake of breath by Julia before she continued.

"He left of his on his own terms, they didn't kick him out, he left and Monroe has never given that position to any other person. … When he was in that position your uncle stood tall and proud in all situations. … Even the last time I saw him he still had that same way, he knew he was someone, he knew his worth. … Your mother too, she was the same always was the same, never thought she wasn't good enough. She knew she was too good actually. In the world now you are basically royalty in the eyes of everyone here. … You are a treasure Charlotte, Monroe knows that, everyone knows that. So the least you could do is show how much you are worth and don't just be another whore for him".

She had not been expecting to her hear say that. If she actually cared enough about her stupid name she might even cry. Maybe in this world she was royalty, but in the world before she was just a normal person.

There was a knock at the door and Julia allowed them entrance and she watched as a tall and skinny blonde walked into the room, alongside many servants and many cases.

"I got your messages. … This must be Charlotte then. … the Generals ward".

The Generals ward? That actually had a nice ring to it, it sounded like she actually had some power in this domain.

"Yes, Charlotte, this is a good friend of mine Juliet, Juliet, this is Charlotte" Julia introduced.

She smiled awkwardly as she spoke. "Nice to meet you" The woman lifted a neatly arched brow. "Likewise" Her blue scanned her from the tip of her toes to the roots of her hair and she scrunched up her perfectly straight and thin nose.

"Looks like we have a lot of work to do, please undress for me, so I can see exactly what we need to do".

"Undress?" This woman must be joking, yes she was used to being bare in front of Maggie but this was a complete stranger.

"Charlotte, just do it, trust me in the end you'll be very glad we did this".

That truly just didn't sound right. She sighed though, she didn't want to fight, if need be she might end up needing all her strength for tonight.

Reaching for the hem of her shirt she lifted it over her head and quickly discarded her skirt. She was left in her stocking, bra and panties, right before them and she was so glad that the servants were no where to be seen.

"Well, it would seem the General has quiet the taste, you've got a splendid body Charlotte" Juliet said. Awkwardly she replied. "Thanks" she didn't even want to look them in the eyes.

"I think a good scrub down, maybe even a body wrap and a great hot bath will do the trick, we can even clean up those fingers and do something with her hair. A good massage as well will get rid of all that tension in her" Juliet spoke as she turned away from them and began unpacking.

"How long do you think it'll take?" Julia asked. "She'll be done before evening comes" Juliet replied.

This did not look good. "If you'll please remove the rest of your clothing we will be able to begin"

The rest of her clothes. … While she knew she was throwing the word around in a few different ways she had to say it once more. Were they crazy? She was not about to get completely naked in front of them.

Things seemed to take a turn for the better though as she just decided to let the situation just move on its own. Her body becoming almost like a doll for them to do as they pleased with. When Juliets servants decided to come into her room through the servants quarters she was only glad for the fact that they were women. She wouldn't be able to handle any man seeing her body, no man had ever seen her body before.

After that though she crawled back into the safety of her own mind and wondered what she should write to her family. While she hadn't read the letter yet she was sure that whatever was in there she would need to have a reply for and fast.

It could be a letter telling her of their rescue mission they'd set up. If that was the case she'd have to have Monroe send her letter out immediately in order to stop them from getting themselves killed. There was no way she was about to go and allow them to mess up all that she had set up for them.

If it was just a letter question her situation and whether she wanted to switch places with them she would only be able to tell them that she was okay. She couldn't be able to go into any details without worrying them and a worried Miles was something she didn't like to picture. He already showed to her that he did crazy things for less reasons and she didn't want to add to the list. Not to mention she wasn't sure how she was supposed to tell them of the creepy little advisers plans for her and Monroe. She still wasn't clear on how to sum that up without seeing crazy in her own mind.

If it was a test actually written to Monroe thinking he'd already killed her then she would reassure them, let them know she was healthy and alive. Let them know that Monroe was treating her … well.

Should she tell them what was happening? Should she tell them about the situation she had found herself in with Monroe? Surely they could tell her what to do, maybe even give her some advice on how to handle the situation without it turning ugly.

… No she was sure that if Miles found out that Monroe wanted her in a way he shouldn't be she was sure that he would see red and things would turn ugly.

Well nothing would help unless she read the letter that had been sent to her. She was also positive that they wouldn't know how to help her with the mess that she'd found herself in.

No … Perhaps she should ask Miles about that little adviser of Monroe's. Just to see how much he was worth and if Monroe followed his every word. She could find a way out of this she was sure now that the main way out of this binding with Monroe was through the little adviser if he was as powerful as he seemed to be.

Problem though was if he wasn't as inspiring to Monroe as he came off, the General could even be just using him from time to time. If he'd only used him four times since he became President then that showed that he didn't follow the older mans advice on other subjects. This would result in her not being able to get out of this situation without it getting messy.

And she didn't like messy, messy meant she had to clean and Aaron and her brother could both attest to the fact that she hated cleaning and she hated messes.

… Being here was going to drive her bonkers and she was sure she was already walking down the road by the same name.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock … The clock chimed and her eyes blinked back to the world outside her mind. It was already six and as she looked around she'd found that she was already dressed in a pretty dress. She was also very alone, nobody and not a soul was in her room. She must have been lost in her own thoughts for sometime to not notice them. That or she had been on 'auto-pilot' as her father would call it.

As looked herself over in the mirror she found that her skin was glowing and radiant with hints of something in her skin that made her look … like something from a story she once read.

'And as the sun began to set and it hit the water the water shimmered as if it were really a lake of glittering jewels'. Although she wouldn't go as far but one got the message. Her hair was curled just a but and placed in a more elegant ponytail. It looked a bit more red for some reason and if she survived through the night she'd question Julia later.

This time they hardly did anything for her makeup, it was simple kohl above her lashes and her lips seemed a little more flushed as well.

The dress as she looked on was in deed pretty, the color was almost like her skin tone and it made her feel a bit naked. The waist was fitted with a belt of the same color and her breast seemed to be more noticeable. She was sure Monroe would appreciate it. She found that as she reached behind the belt was indeed a sash and as her wrist made contact she found that there was no cloth to hide her branding.

She needed to fix that. As she undid the sash she turned back around and walked over to her bed and reached between the mattresses for the letter opener. Monroe didn't trust her enough to keep anything sharp inside the room. This would half to work.

As she tugged the makeshift blade against the soft and silk material she found that it was indeed sharp enough to cut the material. As a decent size piece fell she wrapped the sash around herself once more before picking up the dropped material and stuffing the letter opener back in its hiding place.

Carefully she wrapped the material around her wrist making sure to make the bow as pretty as possible on the top so as to make it seem as though it was suppose to be there.

When that was done she walked over to her table and sat down as she opened the letter and read it over.

To my dearest Charlie,

Today I write to you because it has seemed as though the fates have decided to separate us once again. Only this time you decided to leave me. I find that despite my happiness in knowing you and your brother and your father had survived all this time I also find myself saddened for how you have been living. Lately I wonder what would have happened had I never left. Maybe things would be different your father could still be alive and you would have never been raised by another. I think that saddens me the most. Perhaps you wouldn't even be where you are today, we here rumors here in this small village of yours. They say that Bass has a princess now and that he's hiding her away from the rest of the world in fear that someone will try and take her. They say she is beautiful and strong. They say he's very fond of her. They say many things. I just hope that some of these rumors are true while the others that I cannot seem to write down are false. All I know is that I hope you are safe and well and that I must thank you. I never imagined that it would be my daughter that would be there to rescue me. To be the one to bargain herself to save the rest of us. I am forever in your debt something that seems to shock me every time I think of it. This letter is short only because I didn't have much time to write to you. Bass wants us away from the capital as fast as possible and that leaves me little time to really write to what I want to say. For there have been so many things I wish to tell you about. So many things I have always wanted to tell you. One thing I will say is that if you move the carpet from out of the bed you will find a broken floor panel. In there I hope you'll see that never once did I ever not think of you and your brother or your father. The three of you have forever been in my mind since the day I left you all and will be until the day I finally die.

Until that day comes though, your mother.

She took in a shaky breath she hadn't expected that. Grabbing a pen and dipping it in the ink she grabbed a piece of parchment and began to write back. She'd look for the floor panel later.

'I don't know how to address this, calling you mom and mother seem like a foreign language since it has been so long since I've said it. Calling you by your name doesn't seem to fit me either so I will simply write to you until I can figure out what to call you. It would seem that fate does not wish for us to be together as a family, it is nothing to ponder about though. Fate is fate and it will never change since that is its nature. Maybe someday we will see each other once more but until then I will write to you. Like you I find myself relieved in knowing that you have been alive this whole while. Like you though I find myself saddened at the prospect of you not letting us know of your situation. Although I feel a bit of a hypocrite saying that in this moment as there are somethings I cannot and will not write about. I do not wish to speak of them either but I don't believe anyone will allow me to have that. I will admit that the General has been treating my kindly, I've yet to find myself thrown into a dungeon just because I am you daughter and Miles niece. As I keep getting told I should be glad that he doesn't take out his anger on me. Deep down I am relieved that he doesn't. Please do not think of yourself as in debt to me, I could never ask you of anything, I have already done my asking of people and the end result has gotten me here in this place. It could be worse. There are so many things I wish to say to you but today is not a day I can find myself writing of those things. This must be our only letter though, maybe some time in the future we will be able to correspond to one another. Perhaps I will even explain why but until then let everyone know I am safe and that I am being treated kindly for now.

-Charlie.

She looked down at the piece of paper and read it over. It would seem that until another time this would have to be all she could say. She held in her sadness, everything was going to be alright. As long as Monroe got her she would be alright. Especially if she didn't wind up becoming pregnant tonight. There wasn't a sure chance at getting pregnant at the first try. It was always a fifty-fifty situation.

Folding the paper she wrote her mothers name down and left it there while she turned to look back at the clock.

Six thirty. Dinner was probably almost done a servants would be up soon to remind her. She didn't feel hungry to be truthfully honest. Taking in another deep breath her eyes fell to the bed and she looked at the rug that it laid upon.

She wondered how heavy the bed was. It looked to be made from the same material as her own, and hers was only looked heavy.

That and she was sure that over the years since it became hers she was sure that it wasn't heavy only in the fact that she had moved it around so many times. Standing up she walked over, as her feet made contact with the cold floor she realized she hadn't been wearing any shoes. Stopping in her pursuit she noticed that her shoes were right next to the mirror. High and shiny, she didn't like wearing heels, they were uncomfortable and were to hard to walk in let alone run. They were only a hindrance.

Her attention went back to the bed and as she stood on the side of it she leaned forward and pushed it. Like she had thought previously it merely looked heavy, while there was weight to it, her arms were strong enough to push it. Because of the stool at the end the carpet stayed in place instead of moving with the bed.

With that out of the way she gripped the carpet and pulled it back until the entire middle of the floor was naked before her eyes. There was a chip in one of the wooden panels and she used that to grip onto as she picked it up.

Beneath the single panel was a deep cavity and it was filled with letters folded into each other. Grabbing the papers from the floor she stood up and walked back over to the table where she placed them.

Turning her attention back to the mess she had made she debated whether she should care if she put it back to its proper state or just do it without caring how it looked. On one hand if she just did it to do it, she was sure a servant would notice servants were nosy and talked and the end result did not look good. On the other hand if she did it properly and placed everything back into its perfect state she had a hidey hole that probably no one knew about.

Hidey hole or rumors? Well it would seem that hidey hole was the better answer and as she gripped the carpet she made sure that it was perfect. Pushing the bed back into the place one more she made sure to fix the carpet just in case along with the stool.

Looking over her handy work she found that it seemed to look exactly how she had found it before she had moved it. Content with her work walked over to the table and picked up the letters and found the one in the exact middle of the pile.

Opening it she couldn't help the smile that graced her face as she saw the name. 'My beloved Pierre'.

Memories of her childhood came back and the pet names her mother and father had for each other. 'Pierre and Marie', a love story that she knew quite well due to her parents telling it to her more than enough times for her to remember.

She continued. 'I never wished for us to separate the way we did. To leave you and our children behind as I have. I hope one day though when we meet again that you'll come to understand that I've done what I've done in order to protect you and out babies'. There was a knock and the door opened softly as a head popped into the room.

A servant. "Miss dinner is ready"They announced. Thinking on it she found that she still wasn't hungry if anything the knowledge of what was coming to away her appetite. "Thank you, but I will skip dinner for tonight".

"Of course Miss, I'll let General Monroe know". Before she could reply the door was shut. Another deep breath, she was sure she wouldn't be alone for much longer. "Of course you will". She said to nobody but herself.

Back to her reading she continued. 'To tell the truth I don't think I had the choice, I don't believe we had a choice I should say. Miles and Bass have placed a bounty on our heads because they know we know what really happened that night the power went out. They treat me well though, I am being fed three times a day. Three times my love, I feel like a pig knowing that you and our family are probably struggling with the food out there. I have a warm bed, a real bed. I hate myself every night because I should not be the only one laying in a bed such as this one. In a mansion like I'm being kept it, warm, safe and protected from mother nature. Since coming here I think I have spilled more tears calling myself horrible names for living the way I am now. For not allowing you to follow me, for not telling you where I was going. I couldn't though, I know why the want the power back on, I hear the meetings they have. They talk of gathering weapons first and then turning on the power. It scares me, these are not the people we once knew and I cannot bear to look at them anymore. So far they've left me alone but I know soon enough the interrogations will start and I hope I can push their attention away from me for a time until I can figure out what to do now. I hope you stay where you are though, right now Bass is making plans to move into what used to be Canada. Let us hop that it doesn't happen, their nation is growing and I fear that it will overrule them. I must go my dearest Pierre I hear footsteps outside and I don't want them knowing where your are, if ever I send this letter.

Forevermore Your Marie.'

There was a creek and she knew that as she had figured Monroe had come to her. "Well this is a pleasant sight".

As she turned her head the letters dropped to her side and she watched as Monroe made his way to her. There was that charming smile on his face again as he stopped before her. "I hear you won't be joining me dinner", "I'm not hungry" she stated simply.

There was that twinkle that she didn't like and he spoke again. "Neither am I … at least not for food".

Well he was a subtly one. His attention went to her hands and he moved away from her. "You shouldn't read in the dark, you could really mess up your eyesight" He said as he made his way back to the door.

"The sun is still out" she replied smoothly, there was a scoff as he left the room and emerged a moment later with a lit stick. "Hardly". He proceeded to light the candled in the room and she took a seat on the stool as she watched him.

"That's better" he replied as he replied as he place the stick with the other in a small cup. He closed the curtains then and she realized just how dark it had gotten as the candles lit up the room and not a single touch out natural light was seen from the outside.

"Now that's a sight a man could get used to" Monroe stated as he made his way towards her. She became aware again of why he was here. Words like that didn't help the matter. "A sight you've already commented on". She stated softly, hoping that she could build up her nerve.

"Yes well, it would seem my eyesight isn't as great as it used to be". She smirked back as she replied. "Too much reading in the dark?" Another smirk from him. "Too much texting in the dark". She looked at him inquisitively.

What was texting? He seemed to understand though as he rubbed his neck. "I forget you were a child when the power was still around". "The power has always been around". Witty, witty, Maggie would have been very much pleased with her cleverness.

Monroe must have enjoyed it as well. "Yes, well, you were a child before they took it from the rest of us".

His eyes landed back to the papers in her hand and he spoke once more. "What are those?" There was an edge to his voice, barely there but she could still spot it. "Letters I found, they belonged to my mother" she replied easily.

His hand reached out and she handed him the paper and he lifted a brow at it as he read onto it. "Pierre? Marie?"

She smiled softly. "One would think that since you knew my parents you would have known about that". He inclined his head as he replied. "It seems I didn't pay enough attention to them. Who are they?"

"Pierre and Marie Curie, the were the couple that won the Nobel Prize for their discovery of radioactivity. It's a small and simple love story". She explained. He took a seat next to her on the stood and she tried to calm her nerves.

"Figures, if your parents chose any couple romantic love story it would be one with science in it. They did love their work".

She scrunched her brows, she did remember that before the power went out, her parents weren't around as much as her nanny was. "... Yes I suppose they did love their work". He seemed to take the hint and dropped the subject. She continued on though. "I think its interesting to note though, the ending of the story is much like my mother and fathers. … Marie outlived Pierre".

The solemn atmosphere must have been not been to his liking as his fingers started to dance upon the skin of her back. She took in a deep breath and tried to focus on something, but the dizzying feeling was back in her stomach and this time it was stronger and burned its way to between her thighs.

It was a sickeningly good feelings that she didn't want to let go, but the fighter in her was doing its best not to give in. She bit her lip as his lips made the lightest of contact with the skin of her neck.

The feeling sent goosebumps all along her body and his warm hand slid down her arm, the feel of his callus skin against her smooth skin was surprising nice and that feeling in her body seemed to grow. His hand grasped the papers in hers and she could feel how easily they slipped into his own. There was the sound of a flutter in the room and she knew he had thrown them somewhere.

He knew what he wanted and it was obvious that he was going to get what he wanted, it just so happened to be her that he wanted. That is what scared her the most, in all her life the males of her village had wanted her, their desires never came off so carnal though. She had never felt like a woman until this moment and it really did feel amazing to be so wanted.

He was one of the real men that she had only read about in the few romance novels that Maggie had been able to find. Or as she has called them Harlequin stories.

The sash around her waist was undone then and he began to pull the strap down allowing his lips to wonder about more skin.

Every single part of him was so warm, and the feeling in her body was beginning to thump wildly. Her hands found themselves holding onto the edge of the stool trying to keep her body from melting into his.

He was so knowledgeable, she would have never known that the human body reacted to the slightest of touches as his. His lips moved their way back over to her neck before she could react at all she found her neck being turned gently by a singly finger.

Any little bit of resistance she had in her seemed to fade away though as she found herself looking into those blue pools of chaos and luxuria. This time it was her own body that betrayed her as she reached up and pulled him toward her lips.

She had been kissed before, it had been with a boy from her village and it had been chaste and faint not at all comparable to Monroe's. He was like a man who had been deprived of water and she the well that he'd been given after several years without. His lips were unremarkable soft and just as warm as the rest of him.

Turning her body towards his, her inhibitions and worries gone and leaned over him as his lips descended down her neck. The temperature seemed to have heightened she felt almost clammy in the dress that had felt so cooling at first. She pushed at his jacket, and his lips moved back to hers as he made busy with the coat. His hands left her body and she could feel him grabbing something from behind him.

The feel of cold metal against her skin caught her attention and she made eye contact for a minute before the metal sliced through her strap. He pushed the offending material away before moving back to her lips and she cared not what happened to the knife.

He caught her by surprise once more as he grabbed her by her wrist and stood up yanking her with him. She squealed as she wrapped her legs around his waist, she could feel the grin upon his lips.

The skirt of her dress bunched up around her and his hands found the skin of her upper thighs. The thumping in her body began to become painful within her. She heard the kick of his boots and knew that he'd taken them off.

What a pro he was able to remove his boots without any help from his hands. She couldn't even do that.

His lips sought her once more and she grasped at the curly hairs at the back of his head. His hands made their way to her back and she could feel the presence of his hands at the buttons of her dress.

In the books she had read that back home they had always come off a tad bit cheesy about how they felt. Now though as her mind began to dwindle into the nothingness of passion, she couldn't help but understand the writers. She would have never been able to write down how she felt exactly in this moment. For it was everything like the books and yet so much more and so very primal.

In this moment she truly didn't care who he was and who she was, she could only feel and the feelings were more than anything she ever though possible. It was wonderful and horrible all at the same time as her virgin body got the full brutality of how sexually aroused she truly was.

Her heated and goosebumped flesh was overly sensitized and she loved every moment his lips and fingers made contact with her bare flesh. Her breathing had become labored and constricted and she wanted nothing more than to tear the dress from her body.

What was the most alarming to her though was how she wanted nothing more than for him to remove his clothes and do away with her in every sinful way he could come up with.

He seemed to catch onto something in her mind as he began to loosen his hold on her and her body slid from his own and onto the bed. His hands caressing her skin from her arms to her neck, his lips refusing to leave hers. Her fingers seemed to find themselves at the band of his shirt and before she could really stop herself and think over whats he was doing he pushed it up, they separated for only a moment as he moved the shirt over his head.

The sigh of him shirtless was something that she'd never expected, while there was some weight the overall of his was muscle. His arms were heavy with muscles as well and her mind seemed to cloud over in lust at the sight of him. He leaned down and sought out her lips while one hand resumed its place back at her throat while the other cupped at her face.

The slid down her skin and she found them back at the buttons of her dress and she felt the rip before she heard the pop of the buttons. She felt more free in that moment than she had ever before. She felt like a rag doll in his hands as he lifted into his arms once more and the dress fell to the floor in a heap at her feet. She was left in nothing more than her undergarments now and as his lips fell once more to her neck she couldn't help the smile that made its way to her face at his voice.

"You know if I hadn't known any better I would think you've done this before". She had many comebacks for him, but known were as good as the one she'd found herself saying.

"If I hadn't known any better I would think that your used to taken advantage of girls twenty years your junior". There was a chuckle and she found that she really did like the rumble from his overly warm chest.

He placed her back onto the bed and stared down before her, his eyes dark with wild lust and his voice made the ache in her body worse. "Oh Charlie, I can't help but wonder if you truly are your parents child".

He moved over her with his heavy body towering over hears as his hands moved over her skinny stomach. "You are more beautiful than your mother and your grandmothers could have ever been" He said hotly against her fevered skin.

Such pretty words had butterflies doing back-flips as they fluttered down her spine. His hand made its way towards the waistband of her panties and her breath caught in her throat and how sensitive the skin was there and considering the rest of her body had become sensitive she couldn't help but be surprised. His hand warmed its way towards the inside of her thighs and he spread her legs apart to allow his body to fit between them. His weight above her heavy and solid and yet hardly even noticeable at all. Her heart hammered in her ears loudly as her blood rushed to her thighs when his hands slid back up her body to the back of her bralette. His mouth occupied her own and in the backspace of her mind she noted how easily he undid the buttons and she sucked in a breath as the garment fell from her body.

Their chest were bare to one another and she could barely contain the sound that wanted to leave her body at the feel of him against her naked breast. Now all she wanted was for him to finish her off, all the feelings that he was causing within her and upon her had become unbearable. He knelt up for a moment and her lips followed his she heard the fumbling his hands made with the button on his own trousers before they fell onto her bed once more. Him kicking off his pants and her grasping any part of him that she had access to you.

As his body grinded into her own she couldn't hold the groan that fell from her lips and before she knew what had happened, there was a growl that tore from his lips and his body jumped away from her as if he had been burned.

Sorry this took so long but as you can see this is quite the long chapter. That as well as originally it had been written a different way and about five thousand words into it I decided to change how it went about and this is what I found myself writing. As you can see sparks are more than flying as everyone wanted. Now I had been asked for a lemon but while I was highly willing to give one, I just couldn't allow myself to give what you wanted to soon. So I am teasing for now. ... Don't worry eventually you'll have your lemon just not in this chapter, not the next. Also if any of you follow my T.O.A.R.B. then don't worry I will be posting another chapter soon. I've just been so caught up in trying to write down how i want it to go and then undoing it and writing it a different way then undoing it again and writing it another way. Let's just say plot bunnies are exploding from my mind lately and i can't seem to keep them contained.

So let me thank you all for waiting and following and favoriting but most of all reviewing.

dido - I don't want him to notice the branding just yet, now there's reason for this and I'll explain later on. Yes

Baker is played by the same actor that played Lucifer in Supernatural, he's on another show that I really like but i just can't think of the name in this moment. I have to agree with you though if any woman ever gotten inbetween Monroe and Miles I would believe it would have been Rachel and most likely the reason I believe would be because of her trying to make sure that Monroe didn't get the power turned back on. Now don't feel naughty for asking for smut, unless of course your underage and if that's the case well then shame on you.

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Thank you all for reviewing and i hope to see you all in the next chapter.

-Lady Grimshaw.