Page 63 of Gash

Charlotte rubbed at her eyes tosee sunlight streaming through the bedroom window.Gash held hertightly to him with one arm beneath her head, and the other cuppingher breast.Glancing up, she saw he was indeed still asleep.Shehad kept him busy into the early hours of the morning, both of themmaking up for lost time.When she had finally fallen asleep, she’d dreamtof Rebecca and Jeff.Those two had died in a way that terrifiedher.Someone was after Gash, and she couldn’t shake the feelingthat it was going to come and bite them all in the ass.

Staring into his face, she slowlytraced the curve of his cheek.

“I love you,” she said.It waseasier to say the words when he couldn’t actually hear them.Shehad loved him from the first moment she saw him.Was she wrong tolove him?Why shouldn’t she just give into her feelings?They bothwanted each other, and when he told her that he loved her, shebelieved him.

Sliding out from beneath him, shestared down at her nakedness, and quickly grabbed his shirt andshorts.Pushing her feet into socks, she tucked some hair behindher ear, and went in search of a bathroom.

“Who are you?”

She turned to see a brown haired womancoming out of a room, carrying a small baby in her arms.

“Erm, I’mCharlotte.”

“Oh, okay, that’s fine.I’mTate, Murphy’s old lady, and Tiny’s daughter.”

She gave a little wave.“I was lookingfor a toilet.I wasn’t sneaking.”

“No problem at all.I canshow you where a bathroom is.Come on.”

She followed Tate down a long halltoward a bathroom.

“There’s one.I’ll stand here.Ifyou look in the little basket underneath the sink you’llfindsomewrapped toothbrushes.There’s always a supply.They’re likecondoms.”

“Okay,” she said, speakingup loud enough so the woman could hear.

Charlotte washed her hands after usingthe toilet, before hunting for a toothbrush.Once she had brushedher teeth, she opened the door to find that Tate was stillthere.

Before she could speak, her stomachstarted to growl, letting anyone who was close know that she was infact hungry.

“Come on, Angel’s probablyalready up.She’s got a weird internal clock that makes it easy forher to wake really early.I’ve even known her to bake bread in themorning.”

Smiling, Charlotte waited for her tolead the way.

“You’re not very talkative,are you?”Tate asked.

“Erm, I don’t really knowwhat to say.”She pushed her hair off her shoulder, walking side byside with the woman.

“You don’t need to find somethingto talk about.Just be yourself, and we’ll be good.I’m really easyto get along with.”

“She’s lying,” anotherwoman said, coming out of a room carrying a large packet ofbreakfast sausage.

“Fuck off,Prue.”

“You’re Charlotte?”Prueasked.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Has Tate tried to kill youyet?”

Charlotte looked at the womanwiththeyoung baby.Tate could kill someone?

“No.”

“Don’t worry.Tate won’tactually kill you.She just has an attitude,” Prue said.

“Don’t listen to her.She’s justin a mood because she ended up with Zero.”Tate stuck her tongueout and made gagging sounds.

Prue rolled her eyes, and all the timethey kept on moving toward the kitchen.Angel stood in the kitchen,and the scent of bread filled the large room.

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