Chuck vs. Everyone Else
A/N: This is my take on what happens post 3.13. Had to take a stab at it too with this stupidly long hiatus. Hope you enjoy it. Not sure how long I'm gonna make it but there'll be a few chapters.
The smile on Sarah's face was enough to melt his insides into a puddle. The deft caress of her fingers under the hem of his shirt and along the contour of his spine did nothing to stifle his overwhelming desire for her. If he could tear his eyes away from her even for a second he would realize how unromantic and suffocating there current locale was, but he was already six feet deep into a hazy, all-consuming bubble of nothing but Sarah. Her lips dragged across the nape of his neck, elliciting a strangled, "Fuuuck."
"What's the matter, Chuck?" she asked innocently, licking her lips and slipping her hands into the back pockets of his jeans, pulling their bodies impossibly closer.
This new side of Sarah he'd discovered two days ago... the adorably innocent, sexually aggressive temptress. And if possible he loved her even more... though he was slightly intimidated by this new personality reveal, a new layer under her professionally hardened exterior.
He gasped as their pelvis' connected... hardening his own... area... even more.
"God, I don't... I don't know how... Uhh." Her teeth nipped playfully at his bottom lip, momentarily blindsiding his thoughts. "How are... we're really going to do this here?"
Sarah pulled back and looked into his eyes. "Shut up and kiss me."
Those were quickly becoming his five favorite words.
10 minutes ago...
Casey audibly groaned at the blatant PDA between his two partners. He wished he'd thought to get a seat on the opposite end of the plane... on a different flight. They'd ignored his previous grunts of disgust and he'd resigned to burying his head into the seat, closing his eyes, and hoping for death. When the flight attendant stopped in their aisle with her cart, he'd been more than disappointed at the lack of hard alcohol. It was the only thing that could counter the thought of sticking Bartowski with the tranq dart in his pocket. He grunted at the proffered beer, taking a gracious swig, and making the mistake of looking to his right as the stewardess coughed nonchalantly to get the attention of Chuck and Sarah.
Casey nearly replaced the beer in his mouth with bile, but swallowed before it surfaced. "Oh, for the love of God, get a room."
Sarah smirked at Casey over Chuck's shoulder. "We're all set, thanks," she said to the stewardess. The woman grinned uncomfortably and turned to the next aisle of passengers.
Chuck wasn't comfortable with public displays of affection... with any other woman. But since sealing the deal in Paris... Paris, Paris of all places... he hadn't been able to control his lips, his fingers, his rapidly trembling heart (which had been erratically all over the place since their first kiss in Paris, that he feared a heart attack would strike him down), and Sarah's level of self-control was impossibly lower than his own. And it was pretty fun to rub it in Casey's face.
Sarah's warm breath tickled his ear eliciting a strangled gulp. "How do you feel about joining the mile high club?" He just gaped at her incredulously. She beamed broadly, stroking her hand along his jaw and closed his wide open mouth. "Go to the bathroom. I'll meet you there in a minute."
He stood up expectantly, ungracefully slamming his head into the overhead compartment.
"What the fuck, Bartowski?" Casey scowled up at Chuck, his beer adorning the front of his shirt. The fire in his eyes emblazoned by the innocent grin on Sarah's face.
Chuck rubbed at the back of his head, ducking low and wiggling through the tiny space between Casey and the seat in front of him. "Sorry, Cas... ahh." He yelped, tripping on Casey's leg and knocking the remaining contents of Casey's beer down his crotch. Chuck's eyes nearly bugged out of his head, eyebrows raised to the hilt, fear building under his skin, and his ass tingling where his girlfriend brazenly pinched it.
Casey's head whipped to his right so fast Chuck thought the vein was going to pop out of his neck. "Walker, I swear to God..."
With the slight distraction Chuck quickly slipped into the aisle and made a bee-line for the bathroom.
Sarah silenced his words, poking her head over the seat and waving down the stewardess. "I'm sorry to bother you but do you happen to have a towel? My friend here had a little accident."
Casey's jaw clenched so tight she thought he might have chipped a tooth. If she wasn't so positively giddy she might actually feel bad about what happened, but as it turned out she didn't feel an ounce of remorse, besides Chuck wasn't supposed to spill Casey's beer. Chuck was waiting for her in the bathroom to have sex no less... her Chuck... her boyfriend. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so happy and... alive. As she stepped over a livid Casey she came to the conclusion that she hadn't ever been this alive and that's why this new side of her turned her on her head and confused the hell out of her. She didn't realize this side of her existed. The smile already plastered on her lips radiated to her eyes. This is what it felt like to be in love.
Chuck was engulfed by a warmth in his belly, lunging hungrily for Sarah's lips. He moaned against her mouth allowing her tongue to slip past his lips. His fingers quickly undid the buttons of her coat and pushed the hindering garment off her shoulders. Smiling into her mouth he trailed his fingers down to the next infringing series of buttons. If she wasn't wearing the same white shirt he'd dressed her in after saving her life, he'd be frustrated by how many more buttons his fingers kept finding. As it turned out, the thought that she wanted to wear his shirt instead of her own on their flight to Burbank managed to reinforce the reality of their relationship... not like he needed anymore reassurance after round one, two, three... finally the last button.
She sighed into his mouth as his palms rested along her abdomen, his fingers pressing deliciously into her sides. As they traveled slowly north and around her back to unclasp her bra she grabbed his hands. "There's no time for that," she said breathlessly. She quickly undid his jeans and slid them and his briefs down to his ankles. Chuck gaped at her speed, blinked for a near millisecond and found her nearly naked in front of him, her own pants and underwear having seemingly dissolved.
"How... did... you," he stammered.
She silenced him, claiming his lips, marking him. "We've wasted too much time."
Stretching her lips with his smile, he couldn't agree more. Three stupid years when they could have been doing this all along.
Taking her by surprise he lifted her into his arms, and stumbled backwards, his back painfully colliding with the corner of the sink. "Ow," he moaned. "There is no fuckin' room in here." He reluctantly put her down, massaging his sore back. "People have sex in here all the time?" he asked incredulously. "It doesn't seem doable."
"Oh, it's doable. And we're going to do it." She smashed her lips back against his where they belonged and pushed him so he was nearly sitting against the sink.
He clutched her to his chest, lifting her awkwardly against him again.
The knock on the door caused his arms to give way and he dropped Sarah to the ground. "I'm busy," he squeaked as Sarah's knee connected with his groin. "Ohhhh, shit."
She grimaced regretfully, reaching a hand out to his groin in a gesture to rectify her action. He groaned for a different reason, incredulous.
"Chuck?"
Chuck's head whipped up so fast he nearly missed giving Sarah an uppercut. They locked eyes, Chuck's face draining of all color. "Who the fuck is that?" he whimpered quietly.
Sarah pressed her fingers against his lips, "Shh," she whispered. Her hands slipped down to her ankle, unsheathing a knife from the holster. Her overprotectiveness seemed to spike to a new level. She pushed Chuck against the wall and put herself between him and the possible threat on the other side of the door. Very slowly she inched the door open and snuck a peak at the face of the female voice.
"Oh my god, Walker!" said the voice delightedly. "This flight just got so much more interesting."
to be continued...