Stitched Together | Charloe | Stitches | T | Bass's mouth and some sexual innuendo | Humor/Friendship Bass and Charlie have struck up an odd friendship since joining forces with Texas to defeat the Patriots at the end of the finale. When Bass is injured, he turns to Charlie to help patch him up. Flirting ensues.
“Hold still.” Charlie griped.
“I’ll hold still if you stop making it so damn painful.” Bass shot back.
“Seriously? Who knew the great Sebastian Monroe was such a baby when it comes to getting a couple stitches?”
“I’m not a baby. You’re just horrible at this.”
“Then why are you here?” Charlie asked.
“I weighed my options, and this seemed like the one least likely to end up with me dead or castrated.”
Charlie rolled her eyes at him. “I get you not wanting my mom or my grandpa to be the one to stitch up your leg, but what about that Ranger medic chick? I thought she was into you.”
“Yeah… about that.”
“Really Bass? We’ve only been stationed at this camp for two weeks. How many of the female officers have you already… wait. I don’t want to know.”
He was already apparently doing some mental calculations. “We’ve been here fourteen days… that’s thirteen nights… so a different one each night except for that one… and then there was the one that had a sister…”
Charlie tugged a little more firmly than necessary on the suture she was tying.
“Ow! Do you even know what you’re doing?”
“Do you even know who you’re doing anymore?” She shot back.
He grinned at her. “Jealous?”
“Try disgusted. Even if I weren’t stitching you up, I probably wouldn’t touch you without latex gloves at this point.”
He broke out into a real fit of laughter that filled the small tent. “You do realize that I’m just fucking with you, right?”
She shot him a disbelieving glare.
“Seriously. I’m too old for that shit anymore. With all the work Blanchard keeps sending me and Miles, I’m pretty sure he’s forgotten that we’re mercenaries, and not his best whores to pimp out every night. I’m actually too exhausted to be chasing tail. Who could have seen that one coming, huh?”
She cocked an eyebrow at him.
“No pun intended.”
Charlie just shook her head.
“I’m serious.” He flashed her one of his smiles with the dimples that she had no doubt usually melted anything with two X chromosomes. “That medic, her name is Erin, by the way, is pissed at me because I shot her down. It seems she’s insulted that President Monroe isn’t up for taking her for a ride on Air Force One, if you know what I mean.”
“I actually have no clue what you just said, but I get the idea.” Charlie trimmed the ends on the last suture along his inner thigh and inspected her handiwork. Not perfect, but she was getting better.
He pulled his pants back up as she discarded her gloves.
“You know you’re the only girl for me these days.” He kissed the top of her head before heading out for his next assignment.
Their newly formed friendship had caught her off-guard, and as wrong as she knew it was, for just a moment she let herself hope he meant what he’d just said.
I share this because you all will see the irony - Since life loves to imitate art... In the next couple days I get to actually stitch up the area right next to Sebastian Monroe's penis... That would be my pony named Sebastian Monroe, who has developed a skin growth next to his penis that I will have to remove and then suture the incision site... None of my vet techs that are going to help me are going to understand why I'm going to be giggling the whole time.
Stitched Together | Charloe | Stitches | T | Bass's mouth and some sexual innuendo | Humor/Friendship
Bass and Charlie have struck up an odd friendship since joining forces with Texas to defeat the Patriots at the end of the finale. When Bass is injured, he turns to Charlie to help patch him up. Flirting ensues.
“Hold still.” Charlie griped.
“I’ll hold still if you stop making it so damn painful.” Bass shot back.
“Seriously? Who knew the great Sebastian Monroe was such a baby when it comes to getting a couple stitches?”
“I’m not a baby. You’re just horrible at this.”
“Then why are you here?” Charlie asked.
“I weighed my options, and this seemed like the one least likely to end up with me dead or castrated.”
Charlie rolled her eyes at him. “I get you not wanting my mom or my grandpa to be the one to stitch up your leg, but what about that Ranger medic chick? I thought she was into you.”
“Yeah… about that.”
“Really Bass? We’ve only been stationed at this camp for two weeks. How many of the female officers have you already… wait. I don’t want to know.”
He was already apparently doing some mental calculations. “We’ve been here fourteen days… that’s thirteen nights… so a different one each night except for that one… and then there was the one that had a sister…”
Charlie tugged a little more firmly than necessary on the suture she was tying.
“Ow! Do you even know what you’re doing?”
“Do you even know who you’re doing anymore?” She shot back.
He grinned at her. “Jealous?”
“Try disgusted. Even if I weren’t stitching you up, I probably wouldn’t touch you without latex gloves at this point.”
He broke out into a real fit of laughter that filled the small tent. “You do realize that I’m just fucking with you, right?”
She shot him a disbelieving glare.
“Seriously. I’m too old for that shit anymore. With all the work Blanchard keeps sending me and Miles, I’m pretty sure he’s forgotten that we’re mercenaries, and not his best whores to pimp out every night. I’m actually too exhausted to be chasing tail. Who could have seen that one coming, huh?”
She cocked an eyebrow at him.
“No pun intended.”
Charlie just shook her head.
“I’m serious.” He flashed her one of his smiles with the dimples that she had no doubt usually melted anything with two X chromosomes. “That medic, her name is Erin, by the way, is pissed at me because I shot her down. It seems she’s insulted that President Monroe isn’t up for taking her for a ride on Air Force One, if you know what I mean.”
“I actually have no clue what you just said, but I get the idea.” Charlie trimmed the ends on the last suture along his inner thigh and inspected her handiwork. Not perfect, but she was getting better.
He pulled his pants back up as she discarded her gloves.
“You know you’re the only girl for me these days.” He kissed the top of her head before heading out for his next assignment.
Their newly formed friendship had caught her off-guard, and as wrong as she knew it was, for just a moment she let herself hope he meant what he’d just said.
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