As always, common sense. I own no part of Chuck nor NBC nor am I related in any close way to any of the fine people involved with the show. I'm just a fan with too many ideas in his head.

This is rated T and eventually I expect it will push up against the boundaries on the M side of the fence if I continue it. Don't read if you think that might offend you.

Chuck was glad the crush of the holidays was passed – all the returns were in and the final installs were done. He finally had a chance to just sit at the Nerd Herd desk and relax. Morgan was off that day, too, so he had nothing to distract him. He caught up on all the online comics that he'd been missing – Stick Adventures, Ctl-Alt-Delete, Girl Genius, PvP, and Penny Arcade. He was just reading through Gabe and Tycho's comments, when Gabe's annual dickerdoodle (cookies baked in the shape of a penis) contest caught his eye.

He saw the NSFW warning, but it didn't really deter him. Even with Dirty Uncle Morgan gone, the amount of questionable material downloaded at the Buy More was immense. Cookies and frosting wouldn't even register on the radar. Still, he felt a quick titillating surge at his bravado. Glancing around, he saw no one paying attention to him, so he started looking through the top 97 entries in the gallery.

Chuck had looked at a number of pictures and was engrossed in the odd pictures. He was looking at a picture of a guy with a cookie held near his groin, while a brunette knelt in a position as if she were going to eat the cookie, or, well, lick the penis-shaped cookie. It wasn't necessarily one of the more provocative of the pictures, but it had a weird combination of innocence and sexuality. A voice interrupted his thoughts. "Well, isn't that interesting!"

The window was minimized in a flash, a sure sign of Chuck's feelings of guilt. He turned sheepishly, seeing a twinkling grin matched by a grin in deep blue eyes beneath blonde hair. A wince escaped to wrinkle his forehead. "I … They're just cookies. And frosting. I mean, it's not what it looks like."

The grin grew into a full-fledged smile at his reaction. "I know. But I still think it looks interesting." She licked her full lips slowly, sensuously, even closing her eyes. Chuck's whole body tightened in response. "And delicious."

"Yeah, well… It's …" Chuck was nervous – he didn't know how to get out of the situation that he'd gotten into. Sarah seemed to be enjoying it, but she wasn't above playing jokes on him or pulling his leg. Something felt different this time, though.

"It's hilarious. And a bit sexy." She leaned forward to breathe in his ear. "I'd simply love to cook that up with you."

Chuck's blush reached the tips of his ears, the heat radiating out so that Sarah could feel it. "Wha … I mean, really? I think that would be fantastic. My shift ends at 2:00."

"I can get off at 2:00, too. I'd get off earlier, but I want us to get off together." Her choice of terms was not lost on Chuck, who could not believe the change coming over his girlfriend. But he wasn't going to argue with it.

"Oh…OK. Ellie and Devon have the late shift, so they won't be home until well after midnight, so we can use their place, I'm sure. We'll just need to clean up our mess when we're done."

Mischief danced in her eyes. "How big of a mess were you expecting us to make together? Or would the mess" her eyes glanced downwards briefly, to his lap, "be made all by yourself?"

"Well…" He swallowed, trying to find his voice. "I guess that depends on which pictures you were looking at."

"All of them. I've been here quite a while. But we can't actually post our pictures anywhere. I do still have a cover to maintain, you know."

"You mean it? Take pictures? I have a digital camera we can use, and then we wouldn't even have to develop anything at a photo studio."

"Of course I mean it. And we can be even more … interesting than the pictures I've seen. Especially since it's just for the two of us."

Chuck's body was running out of reactions. His eyebrows were already lost in his hair. His jaw was on his collarbone and his mouth felt as if he'd been in the desert for a week. If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up. But it didn't seem like a dream. It was real.

"Great. We should probably get supplies, though. I don't know what Ellie has in the kitchen."

"Maybe you should provide the stuff to make the cookie and I'll make sure there's plenty of creamy stuff shooting out …." Seeing Chuck's face, she finally showed a bit of sympathy and mercy. "I mean, the frosting. Well, at least to start with."

"OK." At this point, it seemed likely Chuck would have agreed to just about anything.

"Did you have a favorite from the pictures we've seen? I need to know what kind of clothes and accessories to bring."

"You … you're actually serious about this, aren't you?"

"Absolutely. I can't think of a better way to spend my afternoon."

"Me neither." Sarah leaned in and sealed their agreement with a kiss, but it wasn't just any kiss – not just a cover kiss or even like some of the real kisses they'd shared before. It was a kiss of promise – a promise that none of the conversation was a trick. It might be teasing; it wasn't a tease. It was most definitely not empty flirtation. It was a guarantee of a fantastic afternoon and evening, if Chuck would just trust her completely. He did, without hesitation.

As Sarah sashayed away, she had an extra wiggle in her hips. It wasn't unusual for eyes to follow her as she walked, but this time, every eye in the store was on her form, as she strode out of the Buy More. She was positively glowing. This had the added bonus of keeping attention off Chuck, who was following her with his eyes, while his addled brain continued to try to comprehend everything she'd said and done. Her exit meant that very few, not even Casey, witnessed the blood finally leaving his face. It took longer for his blood to depart to allow him to stand, however.

OK, last time I tried to write a fun Charah story, I was 4000 words in with angst before I realized what I was doing. I want this whole story to be light. Drop me a review and tell me how I'm doing, please! And whether it's worth continuing.

Merry Christmas!