A/N: Just a little bit of crack fic that came to mind. And no, I don't own Chuck.
Their faces were very close together, their individual scents wafting up to mix in their nostrils a subtle combination of the two.
"We need to hurry, we don't have much time" said Chuck. "You sure you're up for this?"
"It'll be fine, Chuck. Now, where do you want my hand?" asked Sarah.
"Put it right there. Now wrap your fingers just so, with your thumb resting there."
"Like that?"
"Yes, just like that. Now, lock your wrist in place and with a sliding motion, move it up and down."
"Oh! It's getting hot! Why, Chuck?"
"Well. Uhhh, what you're doing is essentially friction."
"How am I doing? Is it going ok? Am I doing it right?
"Uhhh, your face is getting red. Here, let me take over and show you my technique."
"Are you sure, Chuck? I really don't mind."
As they switched positions, Chuck said "Now Sarah, my technique is a little different. I like to go for speed." Chuck began, his hand moving easily at two to three times the fastest speed Sarah had achieved. His face turned red, his breath coming in rhythmic time to the movement. A faint sheen of sweat began on his brow as Sarah leaned in to steady him.
"AHHHHH!" grunted Chuck as he finished.
"Good job sweetie! I get it now! Here, I'll do the next one, so why don't you take these boards back and get us a drink."
"Sure thing Sarah! Maybe the power will come back on soon and we can finish this bookcase with power tools instead of the handsaw!" said Chuck as he picked up the two pieces of hand-sawed cedar.
The End!