Note: Hey everyone, I'm here with a one-shot story that I originally wrote as a dare from myself (and posted it on Tumblr) after watching the TV Guide video that featured Zachary Levi, Yvonne Strahovski and Timothy Dalton all getting awards for polls that the fans voted on. I'll say that please; PLEASE don't post this in violation of whatever stupid rules there are on for not writing about real actors in stories...because Supernatural includes J2 all the freaking time.

Ok, I don't own Zachary Levi or Yvonne Strahovski, unlike their characters, they are real people. This is a touchy subject and I apologize in advanced.

Viva La Zachonne!

Chapter One: His Girl Friday

"If he knew, what you do when no one's in the dark room, but me and you. Our brilliant disguise, its the taste of a car chase. I do confess, It's the mess that feels so right. Call on Monday, Come on a Tuesday, they'll never know. Pop off a cork for a Wednesday, Play with me on Thursday, but you'll always be his girl Friday," His Girl Friday, The Academy is...

After an incredibly long day of glamorous photoshoots and repetitive interviews, Yvonne was ready to call it quits. She held her TV Guide's Best Actress award tucked away in her arms, and then dragged herself across the studio to a couch where she collapsed into its soft cushiony goodness. With a relieved sigh, she proceeded to kick-off her stilettos and let her eyes slowly droop shut.

The last few weeks had been hell, but in a good-for-your-career sort of way. With the College Humor video (which upon watching it after its completion, it gave her nightmares), the wrapping up of the latest season of Chuck, and then her current ordeal, it was truly a wonder that she was still even conscious.

"Having a nice nap?" an amused voice asked, causing Yvonne to jolt awake. She cracked open one eye and saw a tall figure looming over her. With a lopsided grin, he took a seat on the couch. "I was thinking about passing out earlier during the shoot, but the cameras made it practically impossible."

"Such is life," Yvonne said with a strangled yawn. She sat up and went on to say, "I thought you already left for some Nerd Machine meeting…what are you still doing here, Zac?"

The self-proclaimed nerdy actor merely shrugged, replying casually: "I rescheduled it for tomorrow. It's no big deal or anything." He ran his fingers through his short curly hair until it returned to its normal, unruly self. "So, I believe I forgot to personally congratulate you on the Best Actress award…"

Yvonne glanced at the translucent trophy that sat nestled between her and Zac. She nodded and smiled tiredly. "I honestly did not expect it," she admitted softly and added, "I hope you're not disappointed about losing out to Jensen in your category?"

Zac waved his hand dismissively, "Nah, I'm not disappointed. Why would I be? I mean, Jensen Ackles is an extremely talented and scary attractive person…actually, the entire cast of Supernatural is freaking scary attractive. So, no hard feelings."

Yvonne laughed and the sound resembled church bells chiming faintly in the distance. Zac's lips twitched into an elated smile, always pleasantly surprised when he could get this goddess of a woman to react to his stupid jokes. Her laughter soon died and she gazed at Zac, biting on her lip like she was in deep thought.

"What time is it?" She asked.

Zac blinked, "What time is it?" He glanced briefly at his watch. "Oh, uh, it's just after seven….why?"

She instantly sobered up; a look of horror crossed her face. "Oh no!"

"Oh, naeiou?" He repeated in his best Aussie accent. "Why oh, naeiou?"

Standing up, Yvonne reached into her purse and grabbed the IPhone. Frazzled, she explained in a rush. "I was supposed to meet Tim at this restaurant almost fifteen minutes ago. He had it reserved for the two of us and now I'll have to cancel on him."

As an actor, it was in the job description to perfect the art of emoting. But to appear sincere to Yvonne's strife was a difficult task for Zac to achieve. Because in reality, he could care less (or even whatever less than less was) that her date with Tim Loden had been botched. He found that the longer he could keep the Aussie deity away from her freeloading boyfriend, the better. Thus, the game of Keep Away had become one of his new favorite pastimes. It was just as entertaining or if not more, than his daily fill of videogames.

"That's a bummer," he lied. "You should probably call him. I'm sure Timmy won't mind if you have to reschedule."

"But Zac," Yvonne whined. "You know how busy I've been lately! This was the only time I was going to be free for the next month!"

Thank you, Chuck fans. Zac smirked to himself. Without them, Yvonne wouldn't have been so preoccupied with things that are not Tim Loden. "You would've been too tired to have a good time tonight anyways. You know how exciting Tim is," he said dryly, but of course, Yvonne had chosen to ignore the sarcastic remark.

"I guess you're right," she acquiesced with an adorable frown. "I should text him that I won't be able to make it."

Zac snaked an arm around Yvonne's shoulder in a nonchalant attempt to console her. She tended to always confide him with all of her relationship issues, making him feel less like a guy who truly was personally invested in her and more like the gay best friend. It felt like it was high school all over again. So as she began fumbling with her IPhone, he let his eyes travel absently around the now empty studio. The place was eerie; not a soul to be seen except for Yvonne and himself. When this dawned on him, Zac became engrossed with a more pressing notion. It involved him and Yvonne, the couch, and a serious lack of clothes.

The fantasy in the forefronts of his mind, Zac cleared his throat and said, "I know you get this a lot, and it shouldn't be news to you or anything." Yvonne was in the midst of sending a message, her eyes focused intently onto her phone's screen. He noticed but pressed on, "But you looked absolutely stunning today. Everyone was staring at you with their jaws on the floor…and with good reason."

Yvonne stashed her phone back into her purse and looked at Zac attentively. He appeared to be nervous but there was a hint of something else she could not identify. His gaze was dark and inviting; feelings stirred as she became fixed with his muddy depths. His compliment was plenty endearing, as was the obvious advancement he was trying to pursue. Her face went red, "Oh, thank you, that's very nice. You looked very dapper," she replied and cringed once the words left her mouth.

Zac immediately felt the awkwardness of the situation increase tenfold and tried to remedy it with a joke, "Dapper, huh?" He said with a crooked grin.

It was no question that Zachary Levi was the ideal personification of what the perfect human male specimen was supposed to be. But the getup that the TV Guide photographers had chosen for him only accentuated his physical attributes. Yvonne had been sending appraising looks his way throughout the entire photoshoot. His white shirt layered with a cardigan and striped tie, coupled with a tight pair of jeans and his favorite Converse shoes, had the women who were present and every photographer going bonkers. The air surrounding Zachary was undeniable as it had been the day she first introduced herself to him four years prior.

Nevertheless, Yvonne chose not to divulge her piquing interest (it was nonsense anyways) and instead remained composed and professional. "Yes, it's going to make for a great TV Guide issue. Can't wait for April 15th,"she replied and mentally proceeded to kick herself.

Zac nodded in slight disappointment. His brain was currently berating him: You are alone with Yvonne StraHOTski, don't just sit there! Do something! This led him to gawking at her like a fool; observing how her red silk dress hugged every curve and how her blond curls framed her pale features just perfectly.

God, she is beautiful.

He knew that this was going to be his only chance to pursue a real relationship with Yvonne. Chuck was nearing a possible cancellation and the likelihood of seeing her after the show's end was slim to none. She was going to become an A-list actress and Zac feared that the next time he'd see her would be at the Academy Awards where she'd be accepting an Oscar for Best Actress.

All he wanted was to confess his feelings for her at any cost, before it was too late. Unlike Chuck Bartowski, he would do it without hesitation. There would be no distractions or miscommunications. This was life. It wasn't television. It was real. He wanted their onscreen romance to cross the threshold into reality.

Wow, he realized with amazement, now I sound just like Chuck.

He briefly debated whether having all those glasses of wine throughout the day was a great idea. Sure he was over six feet tall (and four inches, thank you very much!) but alcohol had a way of deluding his senses very quickly. He wasn't thinking logically…but since when was love logical?

It surely wasn't logical when the creators of the show decided to finally make Chuck and Sarah a couple. Neither was each scene that consisted in those passionate kisses or longing glances that took take after take, driving him up a freaking wall. Zac was positive that having Yvonne belly dance right in front of him was both the best (and worst) thing that could've ever happened to him. It sent his arousal skyrocketing but the day had ended ceremoniously with the coldest shower of his entire life.

"Zac, are you alright?"

Her voice broke his reverie. "Sorry, I was zoning out for a moment there," he mumbled sheepishly.

"It's ok; I was just wondering if you wanted to leave? It's sort of weird being the only two here, don't you think?"

Zac felt his heart sink. "Yeah, it's totally weird, uncanny really." He rambled nonsensically, "I mean, who knows what goes on here behind the scenes? The studio could be haunted, or a meth house in disguise…or—"

Yvonne erupted into a fit of giggles. "I swear we've been playing our characters for far too long, sometimes you sound exactly like Chuck."

Whether being compared to a fictional character was a good thing or just another sign that he was going crazy, Zac felt his mouth go dry. He recovered, replying, "I think save for the adorable Aussie accent, you make a pretty descent Sarah Walker."

She raised a brow. "Really, do I?" She stood up, flattening the wrinkles of her dress while slipping her pair of stilettos back onto her feet. "What do you mean?"

Zac followed suit, continuing. "Well like Sarah, you're gorgeous, intelligent, athletic, and not to mention quite the crude sense of humor, which I approve…but in all honestly, you're the whole package. And if it's any indication of how Sarah Walker kisses than I'm sure Yvonne Strahovski blows her out of the water."

Well, there it was.

He promptly snapped his mouth shut and braced for rejection. Yvonne stared at him like he had indeed lost his mind. Her reaction only further confirmed the suspicion that he had made a huge mistake.

Oh shit, what did I just do?

There was long pause followed by Yvonne asking, "What are you saying?"

Zac dipped his head for a moment and sighed. He looked back up at her. "Look, forget about it, I was being stupid. I—I just had this ridiculous notion that maybe you like me, maybe more than just friends which is completely off the reservation since you're already in a relationship…"he could not think of a suitable conclusion, knowing it would take a lot to keep her there. All he could do was either wait for the answer he wanted but knew would never come, or to suck it up and show her.

And so, he (regrettably) decided on the latter.

Zac grabbed Yvonne by the arm, pulling her to him. He tilted her chin to angle upwards and then pressed his lips upon hers. When she did not resist his advancement, he took advantage of her shocked state and backed her into a nearby studio wall, their mouths still glued firmly together. Before either realized what was happening, Zac lifted her off the floor. As what must've been a subconscious reaction to their actions, Yvonne fastened her legs around his waist, forcefully pressing her body against his. She then began to kiss with more fervor and the physical desire grew palpable between them. Once she ground her hips against him, Zac elicited pleasurable groan in response.

They soon parted for air, both panting wildly. Yvonne dropped to the floor and looked to Zac, her face flushed from their brief bout of passion. "We shouldn't be doing this here…" she whispered.

Zac acknowledged her refusal with an expression of mixed confusion and disappointment. He held his hands up as if to placate the situation, "I completely understand. This was a mistake and I think we should just go our separate ways so I can find somewhere to curl up and die of embarrassment. Fuck, I'm so sorry, Yvonne."

Yvonne tilted her head, smiling shyly. "Don't be sorry, I was only going to ask if we could maybe go someplace more…private."

"Wait…what?"

"We can use your car if that's fine by you?" She went on, gathering her purse and award into her arms. Zac watched her make a beeline for the studio's exit. He stood rooted in place, trying to form a coherent thought. He instead began to grin like a kid on Christmas morning and nodded in affirmation.

"Aces," she beamed. "But I want to make sure that Tim never, ever knows about this." Her voice undertook a much more serious—almost Sarah Walker tone, that it gave Zac shivers of delight.

"No way," he replied a little too gleefully, "Timmy will never know."

Yvonne was due for a bit of excitement. She always entertained the idea of doing something that could tarnish her reputation as the once reserved, mild-mannered women that she was usually portrayed as. That persona had become cumbersome as of late; constantly holding up the same rigorous standards wherever she went or whatever she did. If she could just shake things up, if only once in her life, now was the time do so. And what better circumstances could she have asked for? She was about to go have sex with none other than Zachary Levi. Her heart had been hammering staccatos in her chest the moment he had pushed her against the wall and kissed her. She still could feel her lips tingle, the taste of red wine infused with nicotine lingering on her breath. To not have the aftertaste of a Philly Cheesestake was a far cry from the very first time she had shared an intimate (albeit, staged) moment with Zac.

Hopefully, there would be more to come.

They had made it to the parking garage without a hitch—it was deserted like the studio—and strolled up the lone silver sports car parked in the center row. Zac had suggested turning off their phones as a way to prevent any further interruption. Yvonne complied with a quiet nod. She was too anxious to say anything of much use; her nerves were currently on fire with anticipation. Zac must've noticed she was riled up because he turned his head away from her, a smirk growing on his face.

He dug a hand into his jean pocket to reveal a set of car keys; pressed the appropriate button which caused the Nissan GT-R to honk in response. Zac approached the back seat, fingers clutched around the door handle and then before he could swing it ajar, Yvonne had given up on all prior restraint and was suddenly on him.

"Yvonne, what are you doing—?" He never got to finish because the blonde already had him by his tie and quickly yanked him forward into a searing kiss. Zac was surprised at Yvonne's newfound assertiveness; he dropped his keys as she devoured his senses and heard the distinct shattering of the TV Guide award when it collided with the pavement below. He tapped her shoulder to warn that she wouldn't be going home with any accolades, but Yvonne did not seem to care, and thus Zac decided to hell with it.

He cupped her face with his hands, his hips now pressing her into the side of the car. An eager moan escaped between Yvonne's lips and it was all the motivation Zac needed to lift her up and carry her to the hood of the car. As soon as he began to move his lips down the underside of her jaw, leaving a fiery path to her throat, Yvonne shoved him away and proceeded to pull his cardigan and white undershirt over his head in one fluid motion. Zac was left with his chest bare, save for the striped tie dangling from around his neck. He haphazardly tossed it and the remainder of his clothing over one shoulder before being dragged back down to Yvonne, kissing her even more fiercely.

Yvonne ran her hands through his hair, feeling his curls slide between her fingers. She held him as close as she possibly could, which no matter how tightly their bodies were pressed together; it still was not going to be enough. Wrapping one leg high around his waist, she rolled her hips once as if to test the waters. Zac let out a groan, unconsciously moving his hips in time with hers. He began ravaging her with his hands, tracing the curvatures of her figure while his mouth was to her neck, lightly nipping and sucking at her skin.

He gripped either strap of her dress nearly tore them off when he forced it downward. The silky material pooled at her ankles and then slid to the parking lot floor. Zac had not expected that Yvonne was going to be braless during the photoshoot. But there she was, lying beneath him. Her golden tendrils sprawled onto the hood of the car, her breasts rising up and down with every sharp breath.

Zac was needless to say, overwhelmed at such a remarkable sight. He hovered over Yvonne's topless form, absolutely speechless. A pair of hazy blue eyes stared up at him through their half-lidded gaze.

"What's wrong?" She asked worriedly.

"Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror lately?" Zac replied, breathless. "I mean, really looked at yourself?"

Yvonne blushed. "Um, it's kind of hard not to…"

"Do you understand how outrageously hot you are?"

"I think you're overacting just a touch, Zac—"

He shook his head, "I swear, hotness of this magnitude should be outlawed on account of the possible chance of death."

Yvonne giggled, causing Zac to smile down at her. "I've never had my appearance be compared to a felony before."

"That's because nobody truly appreciates you like I do," Zac stated with a wink.

"Do you?"

He felt the adrenaline running rampant through his veins. His heart was racing at such a simple question. "Of course," he said frankly. "I could go as far as to say that I more than just appreciate you."

Yvonne felt her breath hitch. The draw of being spontaneous without any dire implications had been reduced to background noise. She gazed into his bright, amber eyes knew that he was heartfelt and meant every single thing he said to her.

"The feeling is mutual," she whispered.

Relief washed over Zac's face. "Good….thank god." And he dove back in, but this time as he captured her lips, the sense of desperation had vanished and was replaced with tenderness and care, something Yvonne had not experienced in what felt like an eternity.

Sorry, Tim.

She felt him slide his hands up her inner thighs. Zac smiled when she began to twitch eagerly. He brushed his fingers between her legs, and slowly tugged her red laced panties away from her hips. Yvonne watched with a content sigh as he slipped them down her legs and over her stilettos. They dropped into the growing pile of discarded clothing. Zac's eyes roamed over her now completely naked body and then he began pressing hurried, passionate kisses from the valley of her breasts to her stomach, abdomen and then tickled her bellybutton with the flick of his tongue, sending Yvonne into a fit of giggles.

Zac held her steady on the Nissan's sleek hood; his chin resting on her hip bone as he gazed at her with adoring eyes. "I want to show you how much I truly appreciate you, Yvonne," he murmured softly.

She inhaled sharply as he lifted her legs over each shoulder and went down on her. His tongue immediately began to probe in and around her velvety core. Eyes closed tight, she dug her fingertips into Zac's scalp as his head bobbed up and down. Her thighs quivered violently as her arousal intensified. Just as she felt a finger slide inside of her and begin to work in tandem with his tongue, Yvonne was nearing a climax.

"Zac…Zachary," she gasped, her hips bucking frantically. He hummed and she cried out, "I'm so close…please, Zac."

He sucked on her clit with now two fingers joining in, thrusting in and out of her folds with increasing speed. Yvonne grabbed a handful of his brunette curls, holding out as long as she could until the pressure in her navel became too great and she succumbed with one last strangled utterance of Zac's name.

She opened her eyes to find Zac now at eye-level, a rather satisfied look on his face. "What?" She asked with furrowed brows. He leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss on the nose.

"Nothing," he replied. "I'm just finding it hard to convince myself that this isn't a figment of my imagination."

"If you want, I can always pinch you to see if you're still dreaming." Yvonne suggested playfully, still riding the high from her last orgasm.

Zac smirked. "That's not necessary." Their lips collided once more and it almost took her breath away. His tongue pushed deep into her mouth; Yvonne bit back a moan and reached a hand down to his crotch, squeezing him through the worn fabric of his jeans. Zac tensed and growled against her lips. Yvonne quickly undid his belt, button and zipper, and then pulled his pants down past his hips. Zac circled his arms around her neck to bring her close, aligned himself before entering her without the slightest delay.

Yvonne gasped at the otherworldly sensation. When her head cleared a little, she wondered why it had taken four years to come to this moment. Chuck and Sarah's will they/won't they relationship did not even last this long. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him and then once he began to move inside her, Yvonne's mind went void of all coherent thought. Her body moved on its own accord and matched with each one of Zac's thrusts. She raked her nails against his back, forcing herself to his lips, kissing him with fervor until she fell onto the hood of the car, arching into him for more.

Her muscles tightened rapidly, partly because of all the pent-up sexual tension between them, and then the fact that something about fucking on top of Zac's car in the middle of a public area where the paparazzi could easily pop up at any time…to snap pictures or perhaps film their scandalous act in progress, that made everything so perfect. Knowing they could get caught (maybe she secretly wanted that?) made it that much hotter.

"Yvonne," she heard Zac calling her name. His thrusts hit spot on, penetrating deeper each time he pulled back and reentered her. "I—I'm about to…to…" He snarled under his breath which elected a scream to rip from her chest, and she knew that it was over. Her lithe form slackened as all oxygen left her lungs, her arms draped limply across his shoulders. Zac brushed her damp hair away from her neck and kissed her racing pulse.

Now they were absolutely still—foreheads touching while their smiles broadened with every passing second. They breathed in perfect unison.

"So, what are you going to do about the mess we made?" Zac asked minutes later once they were semi-recovered.

Yvonne looked up at him quizzically. "Mess…?"

He indicated to what was once formally the TV Guide award, which had been reduced to shattered glass scattered across the blacktop. Yvonne cursed under her breath. "Shit…do you think I can get it replaced?"

"I think it's gone," Zac concluded solemnly. "Parting is such sweet sorrow. But if worse comes to worse, just blame it on me. I'm the clumsy one, remember?"

Yvonne pecked Zac lightly on the cheek. "You're so sweet."

Zac pulled off of her sweat-soaked body and proceeded to pull up his boxers and then jeans. Yvonne watched momentarily, but soon followed suit until she was fully clothed as well. She slid off the Nissan's hood, tying her hair back into a messy ponytail. She glanced at Zac, who was staring nervously back at her.

"What do we do now?" he asked.

She knew exactly what he meant. While she loathed the idea of cheating on Tim, it was becoming harder to deny the temptation to continue her affair with Zachary. Chewing on her lip, she weighed the pros and cons. "If you want to continue what we're doing, I have one condition…"

Zac suddenly became apprehensive. He frowned, perplexed. "And what's that?"

She leaned forward and snuck a hand around to grab his ass. He leapt into the air, a small yelp echoing throughout the parking garage. She produced a pack of Marlboro cigarettes that had been stashed in his back jean pocket. Zac went beet red while Yvonne raised an eyebrow, smirking.

"Get rid of these," she ordered. "That's my one pet peeve—"

Zac snatched the Marlboros from her grasp and chucked it over his shoulder.

"I quit."

Yvonne pressed her lips together, trying to hide a smile.

"Was smoking the only thing keeping me from you, Yvonne?"

Yvonne bent over to collect her purse. Standing up, she walked till she was toe-to-toe with Zac. "That," she admitted, bringing a hand to caress a cheek, "and Catlin Crosby." She lightly tapped the side of his face, and then brushed past him to the Nissan's passenger door.

Zac found himself standing there with a thoughtful, but stunned look on his face. The car horn then honked insistently; he looked over his shoulder and saw Yvonne leaning over her seat into the driver's side, smiling wickedly at him.

"Hurry up! You need to take me home!" She yelled. "I have to feed Chazzie and Wilbur!"

Nodding curtly, he walked to his car and hummed to the tune of, "Scotty Doesn't Know," now dubbed, "Timmy Doesn't Know," under his breath.

He had to admit, it did have a nice ring to it.

Note: I so apologize for this. I'm sorry Zac and Yvonne... :( I know that their portrayals must be ooc, but I seriously tried to make it as real as I could. So if they did sound like Chuck and Sarah, well, tough, because I know those characters pretty well unlike the actors themselves.

Please R&R if you weren't completely offended by this.

Also, Chuck Versus the Getaway will be coming up with a new chapter very soon!