Title: Secrets
Author: Night_Lotus
Rating: M
Word Count: 325
Chapter: 1/1
Disclaimer: I neither own Chuck nor its marvelous characters, but because of the creative genius of Chris Fedak and Joshua Schwartz, I have the opportunity to play in their sandbox.
Summary: Shhhh….John and Ellie have secrets.
Author's Note: This expanded drabble is dedicated to GoddessofBirth, who has been experiencing an unfair share of "horrible, no good, very bad" days lately.
She dare not confess the deep, dark, carnal desires that flow, unrestrained, in the most secret channels of her mind, fantasies that cause her to throb and swell, deep and low.
She mustn't utter a word about the yearnings that coat the inside of her thighs and drench her panties.
His stoic façade never betrays the fevered heat that catches and flames every time he looks at her, the way he watches imbued with sin.
If mental stalking is a crime, they both face lifetime sentences.
She holds close the fact that she yearns for his strong, roughened hands to stroke and pleasure every inch of her exposed skin.
He doesn't reveal his intent to bend her over and spread her open from behind, inhaling her intoxicating musky scent before sucking and tonguing his way into her sweet, honeyed insides, as her desire pours into the open chalice of his mouth.
She is a good girl and doesn't tell how often she dreams of him taking her rough and hard, saturated in sweat, as she gives herself to him, blissfully ensnared in his powerful, ironclad grasp.
He is a bad boy, eager to trap her up against a wall and feel her luscious breasts flatten against his chest, the slick, satiny insides of her thighs squeezing against his sides as he plunges into her tight inner depths, his mouth branding her neck.
They both blaze and burn, spontaneous immolation a constant threat, want and need flaring out of control, the blurry line separating fantasy from reality rapidly disintegrating.
She feels his eyes on her back, drilling twin holes through the thin fabric of her little white dress, as she uselessly scrubs the dish in her hand.
With silence and stealthy predatory grace, he is on her, pressing her against the sink, caging her in with his muscular arms, thighs and chest.
"Time to confess, Eleanor," he breathes, swallowing her gasp as he takes her mouth.
~Fin