Note: So I had promised to write about Sarah's haircut. I reserve the right to write another version of this someday, but for now, there is this. Obviously this is set between Season 4 and Season 5.

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Sarah watched on the monitor as Chuck tried to train Morgan. Having the Intersect in the short bearded one was something Carmichael Industries was unsure of, to say the least.

"Could we suck it out of the moron and give it back to Chuck?" Casey asked as he approached.

Sarah remembered when Chuck WAS the moron in Casey's eyes.

"Chuck seems to be the only one who can handle it, but I have to say I like not worrying about Chuck constantly," Sarah spun her diamond around her ring finger.

"He did his time," Casey nodded, "but Morgan? I mean I guess one of the other Buy Morons could have stumbled on it, but really, Morgan?"

Casey watched with Sarah as Chuck worked on Morgan's fighting techniques. Sarah was impressed with her husband's patience and his form, he was really good at this, even if Morgan was not paying any attention at all and instead flashing so he could do flying kicks like Bruce Lee.

Morgan finally declared he was fully trained, patted Chuck on the back and left. Casey followed him out, certain to reprimand him for being a doofus. Sarah kept an eye on the dojo, waiting for Chuck to leave as well, but he didn't. Sarah watched as Chuck strapped on some gloves and took his frustrations out on the heavy bag.

She should have left him alone to work out in private, but she couldn't walk away from the monitor. Her husband moved around the bag, throwing forceful punches with ease. He worked up a sweat and then ditched the gloves and his tee shirt for a jump rope.

"Wow," Sarah said out loud as she continued to watch Chuck.

He finished with some crunches and push-ups and Sarah was actually fanning herself when he emerged into the main room of Castle.

"Well hello, Mrs. Bartowski," Chuck grinned as he pulled a clean tee shirt on over his sweaty body, which while counterproductive was evidence of Chuck's modesty.

"Hey," she smiled still grinning ridiculously at her new title and approached him, slid a hand up the front of the new shirt feeling the heat of his skin penetrate.

"We alone?" he looked around for the rest of the team.

"Yep," she pulled him close and kissed him soundly.

Chuck's workout had purged some of his anxiety. He was anxious about Morgan, about the new business, about being useful without the Intersect, he was anxious about being a good husband and a good boss. And while the workout had helped, it hadn't completely calmed him down, so he was more than eager to drown that anxiety in his gorgeous wife.

She continued to kiss him fiercely, demanding access to his tongue with her own and his ass with her hands.

"Mmmmm, I want to do this very badly, but so much surveillance, even if it isn't the CIA watching, we don't need a sex tape," Chuck went to go and shut down the surveillance.

Sarah was about to argue about the need for a sex tape, but she didn't want to waste the time.

"No time, supply closet," she said and dragged him willingly down the hall.

"My wife is so smart," Chuck laughed as Sarah pushed the door open with her hip and didn't bother with the lights or being gentle.

Chuck backed up and slammed into a metal shelving unit and several things clattered to the floor, but Sarah could not have cared less as Chuck reached a hand up her skirt while the other one unbuttoned her blouse.

"Multi-tasking," she grinned and then moaned when Chuck unclasped the front of her bra.

Chuck picked her up and backed her in to the wall, Sarah managed to use her feet to get Chuck out of his shorts and appreciated the heat of his skin against her own.

"So good," Chuck murmured against her neck as he moved against her.

"You're so strong," Sarah said as she ran her hands up and down his arms, felt his muscles taught against her.

Chuck didn't reply but he squeezed her thigh and groaned when she tightened her grip on his hips.

"More," Sarah purred in his ear.

Suddenly the air on her back was cool as Chuck spun them around and went to his knees laying her down on the floor. He kissed along her torso as she chanted his name. Sarah reached back looking for purchase to grasp on to, but instead she knocked yet another pile of things over.

"We have to clean up in here," Sarah sighed and moaned and groaned at once as Chuck continued to move his lips over her.

"You OK?" he stopped long enough to make sure nothing actually fell on her.

"My hair is stuck under a box," she said and he looked up her body, even in the dim light she was stunning, her long blonde hair fanned out behind her.

"Want me to…?" he pointed.

"Please do not stop what you are doing," she giggled.

"But you're trapped," he reasoned.

"I'm trapped naked under you, I think I will survive."

Chuck went back to kissing along her body as Sarah arched her back and tilted her hips under him in encouragement. Finally as he brought their bodies together he slid his hands under her smooth back and tried to pull her up to kiss properly.

"Ow, stuck remember," Sarah reminded.

"You're that stuck?" Chuck frowned and reached to move the box, which was tricky considering they were basically fused into one being now.

The box wasn't very heavy and Chuck wondered what the problem was, but as he lifted it he noticed the smell.

"Oh no," he gulped.

"What? What's that smell?" Sarah tried to sit up and still could not.

"Don't freak out," Chuck was clearly freaking out though, he was breathing quick and fast and not from their earlier more pleasant activities.

"I'm going to turn on the lights," Chuck said as he kissed her softly and stood up.

Without Chuck's warm solid body on top of her a chill settled over Sarah's naked body and she smiled when Chuck draped her blouse over her like a blanket.

"What am I stuck in, Chuck?"

"It's an epoxy I use on microchips. It is pretty nasty stuff and I think some of your hair is in it," now that the lights were on he could see that in fact a large chunk of Sarah's hair seemed to be clumped together and stuck to the cement floor.

"Oh," she closed her eyes and tried to relax.

"It's a contained spill though, it's nowhere near your skin," Chuck said as he snapped on some latex gloves and grabbed a roll of paper towels to contain the spill.

"How do we get it off my hair? Do we need acetone or something?" Sarah asked as she planned to settle in for the long haul.

"Babe, I use this on the chips because there is no way to break it down, it is basically indestructible," Chuck stood over her his arms crossed over his chest, the rest of him naked.

"Oh," Sarah swallowed, " so cut me out."

"You sure?"

"Well I'd prefer not to live here on the floor of the supply closet for the rest of my life, so yes," Sarah teased, but she didn't seem mad.

"But your hair is so…" he frowned again.

"It's just hair Chuck, it'll grow back. How much is compromised?" Sarah wanted to reach back and feel for herself, but she didn't want to make the situation worse.

"A few inches, maybe 6 or so," he estimated.

"OK, well I am a grown up married woman and a business owner now, so maybe a shorter cut will make me look more mature," Sarah shrugged.

"I'll get the good scissors," Chuck went to leave the room.

"Um, Chuck."

"Yeah, babe?"

"You are naked," she grinned.

"Right, with my luck Morgan will have come back for something," Chuck laughed and found his shirt and shorts.

Chuck returned a few minutes later with a large pair of very sharp scissors. He hovered over the spilled epoxy and gathered Sarah's hair in one hand and with a very definitive snip he freed her.

"Sit up," he came up behind her and helped her sit up.

"Thanks," she leaned back against him.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered in her ear.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, I dragged you in here," Sarah turned her head and kissed his cheek.

Chuck stood then and helped Sarah up and handed her her clothes as she dressed.

"OK, you have to even it out, this asymmetrical thing is not really in right now," Sarah looked in the small mirror on the back of the door.

"I'm not really a stylist," Chuck worried.

"Just get it closer to even and I'll schedule a cut tomorrow morning," Sarah encouraged.

Chuck bit his lower lip and pulled her hair back behind her shoulders and sheared off the longer side to match the shorter side.

"I feel like Rapunzel," Sarah grinned as Chuck held her hair in his fist.

"I'm so sorry," he repeated.

"It's OK, Chuck. I'm sorry we didn't get to finish what we started though," Sarah kissed his jaw, he still smelled delicious post-workout.

"How about we do that at home with all the lights on so we can avoid any potential hazards," Chuck just left everything in the supply closet and locked the door behind them.

"Oooh, lights on? I'm in," Sarah pinched his butt as he fumbled with the door.

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Sarah walked in to her salon the next morning, grateful Tim could fit her in, with her hair in a bun at the base of her neck.

"OK, what's the emergency?" Tim grinned at her as he shook a cape out and fluttered it around her.

Sarah reached up, wordlessly, and released her shorter scraggly hair.

"Good Lord, were you attached by Edward Scissorhands?" Tim gasped.

"Something like that, a little accident," Sarah arched an eyebrow at him.

"Was it a sex accident? With that hot husband of yours?"

"Tim, I am shocked, why would you suggest such a thing?" Sarah feigned surprise.

"Spill," Tim said as he combed through her hair and worked out an attack plan.

An hour later Sarah left the salon with a flippy new shorter cut that evened out Chuck's handy work and did actually make her feel more grown up.

Chuck had texted her and told her he and Morgan were up at the Buy More for the afternoon, so she by-passed Castle and went into the store. Jeff & Lester were at the Nerd Herd desk.

"Hey guys, is Chuck around?" she asked cordially.

"He is, but you should know lady, he is married now. I, however, am blessedly single," Lester winked at her.

"Lester, I am Chuck's wife. Sarah, remember?" she held up her left hand with her rings on it.

"Wow, Blondie, what happened to your tresses?" Lester walked around her.

"I got a haircut, I am not a different person," Sarah rolled her eyes and spotted Chuck across the store and left the Nerd Herders to whatever it was they did all day.

Sarah smiled shyly as she approached her husband, he smiled widely at her.

"You look beautiful," he pulled her close and kissed her softly.

"It's not awful, right?" she fluffed it a little bit.

"Not even a little," he assured her as he kissed her one more time.

The End

NOTES: So this is going to be a series of stand-alone stories that fall into the universe of Chuck VS The Love Scenes and Chuck VS The Unknown. Any prompts out there? Something will surely come to me, but prompts are always welcome.