Title: Hunger
Author: Night_Lotus
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 488
Disclaimer: I neither own Chuck nor its marvelous characters, but I do have fun bringing them out to play.
Summary: John is famished.
His hunger was molten and white hot. He stalked her to the kitchen under the pretense of helping to clear the table, leaving their dinner guests to entertain themselves in the dining room.
Ellie turned as she heard him approaching. "John, honey, thank you for helping, but I have it. Go ahead and keep our guests company. I'll be right back after I plate the dessert and start the coffee."
He didn't respond. She set the dirty dishes and silverware in the sink and opened the walk-in pantry door, turning on the overhead light, as she scanned the shelves for the clean, folded white linen napkins that resided there. He also set his load of used dinnerware in the sink and continued to advance, following her into the pantry, pulling the door closed behind him.
"John, what…" The rest of her thought was vanquished as he fastened her against the wall with his much larger body, pinning her arms above her head. He possessed her lips with his, swallowing her low, sultry moan as he tasted the velvety hot inside of her mouth with his tongue, feeding on her. She returned his kiss fervently, loving the feel of his rock hard, burning hot body against hers, while their mouths mated and caused her to forget about everything but him. His tongue thrust and parried with hers as his stubble scraped deliciously against her cheek and chin.
Continuing to feast, he left her now swollen lips and fastened onto her neck, biting and sucking on her sweet, satiny skin. "John," she gasped, desire clouding her thoughts. "Our company is going to come looking for us soon. One or both of us needs to get back."
He stopped, gazing down at her, his blue eyes darkened to almost black by longing. "I'm starving for you, Ellie. I need to taste you, consume you," he insisted. "I can't wait much longer to have you." The predatory gaze in his eyes caused an anxious thrill to course down her spine.
"They'll be leaving soon, John," she assured him. His eyes ravenously raked over her body as he reluctantly pulled away, releasing her arms and stepping back. Ellie stood perfectly still for a moment, unsure of whether or not her movement would cause him to pounce. She suppressed an overwhelming desire to run, arousal flushing her skin as she imagined him giving chase and capturing her.
She slid by him, careful not to make contact. She slowly opened the pantry door, peeking out into the kitchen, seeking to make sure that no one had come looking for them.
As she began to step out, she felt the heat of him behind her, and she stilled. His lips lightly caressed the shell of her ear. "As soon as they leave, Ellie, you're mine," he promised, the heat of his words filling her ear as he bit down gently on her lobe.
She couldn't wait.
A/N: Thanks for stopping by to read this torrid little Jellie tale. I appreciate you, and reviews are welcome!