Author's Note: So apparently many of you are kitten murderers. That's okay, I won't tell. Fortunately for you, I doubt any kittens will meet an untimely end with this chapter. I was told by multiple people that this was A) not as hot as the previous chapter and B) not as funny. I debated with myself for a long time, and with DD, about whether I should add more sex to this chapter, but I ultimately decided not to. I wanted to, but as I was writing it, it just didn't go that way. So my apologies to you readers for being lame, but hey, not every chapter of this story can be heavy on the smut or funny, I'm not that good and that would probably get boring after a while anyway. Thankfully, I think Chapter 3 will make up for whatever this chapter lacks. It should be filthy.
Thanks must go to DD. I don't post smut without getting her seal of approval first. She was a tough sell here, but she finally gave me the go-ahead. Also, a nod to Wep who gave me ideas for the fourth and eighth chapters of this story (yes, there will be at least 8 chapters).
I'd put up the standard Mikki (if you like smut, please, for all that is holy in the First Amalgamated Church of Sarah Walker, read the smut by mikdiggy) disclaimer, but I don't think it's warranted here. So instead let me do a small PSA: Please, folks, do not play with paint. It's messy and sticky and gets all over you. It tastes terrible. It's a bitch to actually wash off and no, I unfortunately did not have the pleasure of discovering this in the same way Chuck and Sarah do. Oh and yeah, you probably already know this, but paint does NOT substitute as a proper lubricant.
"10 bucks says my wall dries before yours does."
Sarah laughed and looked at her boyfriend incredulously.
"You are the weirdest man I've ever met."
"What?" Chuck turned to face her. "Oh I get it; you know I did a better job so you don't want to bet."
They were resting side by side against the back of their couch, both staring at the last of the living room walls that they had just finished painting.
When Beckman had finally given the okay to the two of them moving in together, it had taken them weeks to find a suitable location. They had settled on a relatively small house not too far from where Casa Bartowski used to be. The house wasn't much, but it had a backyard, which had been a major selling point.
Of course, Sarah would never admit, not even under the most arduous torture, that she had insisted on a house with a backyard because she wanted a place for their kids to play in. It didn't even matter that if she ever did have kids, it was unlikely this would be the house they lived in when that happened. Just the thought of one day having children with the man sitting next to her was enough to make her face light up with a stupid grin, and it took every ounce of self-control she had not to let the grin show. Now was not the time to have that talk or those thoughts. Not for a long time to come, if ever, unfortunately. And right now, she needed to focus on her new home.
Regrettably, the décor inside the house left a lot to be desired. First on the list of things to change had been the interior painting. Beckman had nearly demanded that a CIA or NSA work crew be allowed inside the house to spruce it up, as it would simply be a waste of time for Sarah and Chuck to do the work themselves, but Sarah had put her foot down. Normal couples did not have government work crews at their beck and call and she had insisted that inside this house, their house, that their other life intruded as little as possible.
Besides, buying your first home was a rite of passage, or at least that's what the TV told her. And as such, it was up to you to transform your first place into how you wanted it.
So they were painting. Chuck had whined at first, as she knew he would, but it had only taken about 30 very active, very enjoyable minutes to change his mind. Now he was as enthusiastic about the work as she was. Or he had gotten better at faking things at least. Either way, she got what she wanted.
Sarah twisted her torso so that she was facing Chuck. She could see the look of challenge on his face and she couldn't help but be drawn in. "There is no way you did a better job than me," Sarah responded.
She could feel her competitive side begging to be let out. She fought it as best she could. She really didn't want to get drawn into another one of these contests with Chuck again, but it was probably inevitable. If only they didn't always end with her losing.
"I think you meant to say that there is no way my wall isn't perfect."
"Perfect my ass."
Chuck nodded his head and hummed in pleased satisfaction, his eyes fluttering closed like he was remembering a pleasant memory, before saying seriously, "Mmmm you do have a perfect ass, that's true."
Sarah rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling a little at his comment. "I bet you won't find a single brush stroke on that wall. My strokes were even and long." Chuck's eyes twinkled and she quickly added, "And don't even go there."
"I wasn't going to say anything," Chuck said innocently, his eyes wide.
She snorted in disbelief. "You always go there, you big pervert."
"I'm a pervert?" Chuck said. "I'M the pervert?" he repeated again, the indignation even more pronounced in his voice. "I'm sorry, but who was it last night that demanded I call her a…"
Sarah quickly leaned forward and kissed Chuck lightly so he couldn't finish his sentence. There was no need to repeat that.
She felt a thrill of triumph at seeing the slightly dazed and distracted look on Chuck's face after their kiss. "We all have our moments," Sarah said primly.
Chuck blinked and focused back on her. "Riiiiiight. Well, that may be, but my wall is still better than yours. Leonardo himself would take one look at that wall," he pointed at his wall covered in a rich and vibrant burgundy, "and say 'I should have had you paint the Sistine Chapel for me'."
Sarah laughed and bumped Chuck with her shoulder, "Michelangelo painted the Sistine Chapel, you dork."
"Whatever," Chuck said indifferently. "I knew it was one of the Ninja Turtles."
"My wall is still better," Sarah insisted.
"Oh please! I didn't go overboard on the paint like you did. That's why mine will dry first," Chuck boasted.
Sarah turned around and lifted her body just enough so that she could straddle Chuck's lap. She settled comfortably on the thighs of his outstretched legs and wrapped her arms around his neck. "So doing a thorough job is considered going overboard now?" She arched an eyebrow and stared into his eyes.
Chuck's eyes darkened and he moved paint speckled hands to grab her hips. He pulled her even closer and smiled up at her. "Duh."
"I believe there are quite a number of jobs I've done that you've praised me for, all thanks to my being so thorough." She then slowly dragged her eyes off his face and panned them down his body, finally settling them on his groin. She licked her lips.
Chuck's jaw dropped and he gaped at her comically. She giggled at the sight and leaned forward until her face was buried in his neck. She continued to giggle even as his hands grabbed her hips in a near-bruising grip and pulled her so close there was barely any space between them.
"And somehow I'm the pervert in this relationship," Chuck said in disbelief, his voice clearly strained.
She just ignored him, and instead placed gentle kisses along the skin of his neck until she was whispering in his ear, "I bet mine still dries first."
Chuck's voice dropped an octave as one hand slid under her shirt to palm her lower back. She couldn't help the way her breathing sped up slightly. "Alright then, let's make it a little more interesting because…" he paused and ran a single finger down from her waist to brush firmly along the front of her sweats against her clothed sex. She moaned into his neck and sunk her teeth into his shoulder at the heat that spread throughout her body at the move. "Because I think yours is still quite wet," he whispered.
She pulled back so that she could rest her forehead against his, her words no louder than a whisper, her breath still somewhat ragged from the movement of his finger. "What did you have in mind?"
"If I win, you know what I want."
"I don't even think I still have the uniform anymore, Chuck."
Chuck immediately started to pout, turning the power of his big brown eyes against her. She caved almost instantly. "Okay, fine, I'll see if it's lying around somewhere. Although why you want me to wear it, I have no idea. It probably reeks of sausage."
She winced slightly when she realized what she'd said and waited for the inevitable sexual comment, but his only response was a dazzling grin that made her light headed. Of course, the fingers gently stroking her back didn't help matters either.
"And you?" he asked.
She bit her bottom lip in contemplation for a second and then leaned forward to whisper her request into his ear. She pulled back to wide, surprised eyes. Chuck's face flushed red, either from embarrassment or excitement, she wasn't sure which.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes," she said hesitantly. She was a little worried about his reaction. He looked dazed, like when she kissed him, and unsure of what to say. Maybe it had been a mistake to tell him.
He swallowed audibly and said, "Okay."
She relaxed slightly in relief and kissed him without thinking.
As usual with them, what started out as a simple kiss turned into something far more complicated and intense.
All she had wanted to do was kiss Chuck. Just for a little while. Just to comfort herself and calm down her worried thoughts. She should have known better. It had been months since they started dating for real and they still acted like horny teenagers. Well, horny teenagers probably wished they were more like her and Chuck. There was no such thing as "just a kiss" between them.
She blamed Chuck for that entirely. If she wasn't so crazy about him, she'd never act so ridiculous. And it was most definitely his fault for making her fall in love with him. As if she ever really stood a chance. She had done her best to fight him, but it had been a losing battle from the start.
When Chuck started to suck rhythmically on her tongue, she knew it was time to move things to the bedroom. She was fine with having sex on the floor when there was no other alternative, but they had a nice, big bed only a few feet down the hallway and it seemed a waste not to use it.
Sarah managed to somehow, reluctantly, disentangle her lips from Chuck's. "Bed now?" she asked breathlessly, her pulse pounding in her ears.
Chuck sucked in big breaths and ran his tongue repeatedly over his lips, tasting them. The gesture made Sarah groan and she leaned forward to begin sucking on the underside of Chuck's jaw. "Bed," she kissed into his skin.
All thoughts of the bet, of the drying paint on their walls, were gone now. The only thing she cared about was maneuvering Chuck to the bedroom and getting him naked. And since Chuck wasn't moving, she decided to take matters into her own hands.
She grinded once against his groin, thrilling at the long groan that escaped his reddened lips, and then popped off his body and took a hasty step away from Chuck. She desperately needed the distance because if Chuck kept making those sounds, she wouldn't be able to control herself and she didn't want a repeat of the last time they'd been too impatient to make it into the bedroom. Her knees had been carpet burned and tender for days afterward.
She held out her hand toward her boyfriend and said in a slightly wavering voice, "Come on, Chuck."
Chuck eagerly climbed to his feet, not at all attempting to hide the very obvious sign of his arousal. The sight made her resolve weaken and she found herself lunging toward Chuck. Bruised knees would so be worth it, she decided.
The move obviously caught him by surprise and he was unprepared for her body slamming into his. He fell backwards with a stunned yelp, his arms windmilling and trying to grab onto anything to keep him upright. All he found was her shirt, which he grabbed in clumps, but it was not enough. She heard her shirt tear slightly and Chuck tumbled over the back of the couch, landing half on the floor and half on the cushions.
She instantly burst into laughter at the sight. "Sorry," she said between laughs.
Chuck merely looked up at her and scowled. "That was real smooth."
She shrugged her shoulders and grinned wide. "What can I say? Sometimes I can't help myself around you."
"Yeah, I'm real irresistible," Chuck said with a healthy amount of sarcasm. Then she giggled when he had to adjust himself to avoid further discomfort.
Even after all this time, Chuck still wasn't aware of just how right he was. Frankly, it was more than a little annoying. Chuck was the best man she'd ever known. Every day, she thanked God or Fate or whatever, that that day was not the day he woke up from his daze and realized he could do so much better than her. She worked hard to make sure he never woke up from that daze. And nobody was allowed to say that he was not awesome, that he didn't deserve her, that he was not the best thing in her life and always would be. Not even him.
She leaned over the couch and extended her arm to help Chuck up. "I'll show you just how irresistible you really are."
To her surprise, however, Chuck didn't take her proffered hand. Instead, he looked like he was relaxing into his current position: upper body on the floor, legs on the couch.
"Eh…I'm feeling pretty comfortable right now," Chuck said, face blank.
Oh so it was going to be like that. Well, if he wanted to get back at her for pushing him over the couch, then she could play too.
She locked eyes directly with him, made sure he was paying attention to her, and then pulled off her shirt. It was unfortunate she was wearing a bra, an especially unsexy and utilitarian one at that, as it kind of ruined the effect she was going for, but she still got the desired result. Or at least she thought she had, at first.
Chuck's eyes had widened slightly and she heard him suck in a breath. She smirked in satisfaction. He was so predictable. She had learned early on that the fastest way to motivate Chuck to do anything was to show a little cleavage. Or at least it had been the fastest way to motivate him up until this point.
Normally, Chuck would be scrambling to his feet and practically attacking her by now, but he hadn't moved. In fact, he had closed his eyes. The bastard closed his eyes!
What…the…fuck?
Fine.
She shucked her sweats, balled them up, and then threw them directly at his head. The sweats hit firmly and she watched Chuck haphazardly bat the clothes away from his face. When his eyes opened and locked on her nearly naked form, clad only in simple cotton panties and bra, he groaned loudly. "You fight dirty," he accused.
She placed her hands on her hips and glared at her boyfriend, who still hadn't moved. "No, I fight to win."
"And what do you get if you win?"
"Well, I thought my boyfriend would look forward to a chance to join his nearly naked and clearly very willing girlfriend in their bedroom, but apparently he'd rather lie on the floor like an idiot."
Chuck flashed her the grin she loved so much and replied, "Yup."
She huffed in frustration, and considered marching over to Chuck and physically dragging his ass into the bedroom if that's what it took. Yeah, she could have settled for the couch, but now it was more about the principle than anything else. She didn't want him to win.
"Why do you always do this to me?" she asked plaintively.
He was still smiling. He grabbed her discarded sweats and stuffed them under his head. He was actually making himself more comfortable. "You know why."
"Because you like driving me crazy?"
"Exactly."
She sighed and reluctantly, against her better judgment and the voice screaming in the back of her mind to resist, walked over to the other side of the couch and sat down on it.
A warm hand latched onto her ankle and soon Chuck's fingers were lightly stroking the skin of her ankle and calf. It quickly lulled her into a relaxed state. "I really hate you sometimes," she murmured.
"No you don't."
She moaned slightly when his fingers brushed against the back of her knee and started to creep up her inner thigh. "No I don't," she whispered back. She closed her eyes and sank back into the cushions. She pushed forward until her ass was almost hanging off the couch so he'd have better access to the rest of her body. Things were moving much slower than she normally liked, but at least it looked like they were finally back on track.
Then his hand stilled. "Hey, did you know, from this angle, you can really tell how well the walls are drying?"
She should have known he was going to play the game to the hilt. He was going to make her earn it. Well, fuck that.
She didn't say a word, she just pushed off of the couch, marched over to where they had stored the paint, grabbed one of the rollers and started heading directly for his wall.
She could hear him scrambling off of the floor and he shouted out, "Don't you do it!"
She looked over her shoulder at his quickly approaching form and started to move the roller to the wall. "I'm going to win the stupid bet and then you'll have to give me what I want no matter what." She placed the roller on the wall and started to push upwards. She added, "With no goddamn teasing or waiting either."
Chuck's left arm wrapped completely around her waist while his right hand locked on her right wrist, stopping the movement of the paint roller on his wall. Effortlessly, he pulled her body flush up against his, and she moaned quietly as so much of his long, lean body pressed tightly against hers. She could feel his hard length nestled firmly against her ass and she grinded back against it involuntarily. His breath hitched and the arm around her waist tightened even more.
"You're cheating," he breathed into her ear and she shivered.
"You deserve it," she panted out.
Chuck's left hand slid across her waist and dipped inside her panties. Soon, the tip of one long finger was rubbing slowly up and down the outside of her folds and she immediately sagged against his body. She whimpered and put up no resistance when Chuck took the paint roller out of her hand.
"Cheaters never prosper, you know."
"Looks like I'm prospering just fine," she said in between gasps and moans. She was rocking back against him now in time to the movement of his finger. When it moved up and brushed feather light against her clit, she pushed back, and when it moved down, she moved away.
"I think you should be punished," Chuck whispered. He extracted his hand from inside her panties, which caused her to whine in disappointment, but to her relief, it was only so he could push her panties off her hips and down her thighs. She hurriedly, with slightly trembling hands, completed their descent to the floor and kicked them away. Soon his finger was back where it belonged and started to gently push inside of her, before retreating, and then pushing back in again.
"Yes, you're right, I should be." She couldn't help the breathy, high pitched quality to her voice now that there were two fingers slowly thrusting in and out of her.
Nothing more was said for several minutes. The only sounds the two made were Chuck's nearly unintelligible murmurs of encouragement and her constant moans. Finally, after several firm brushes of her clit with his finger, she came with a long, drawn out, shuddering climax.
Chuck's fingers stilled and then gradually withdrew, causing her to feel a great sense of loss. She turned around so that she was looking up at him, still trying to catch her breath and clear her head after the feeling of euphoria that had washed over her. She kissed Chuck then, soft and very sweet. It was not a kiss meant to entice but simply to show how much she appreciated what he had just done.
She pulled away after a few seconds and tried to will her flushed face and body to cool. "You know, your plan to drive me crazy horny doesn't really work when you do stuff like that."
Chuck shrugged and brushed some errant hair out of her face. He smiled and kissed her forehead. "What can I say? Sometimes I can't help myself around you."
She grinned at hearing him repeat her earlier words. "That's good, because sometimes I wonder."
"You are the most beautiful, sexy, and incredible woman I've ever met. Of course I can't resist you."
He was still holding the paint roller in his right hand and his left hand was back to holding her hip in a comforting grip.
But then, like a switch being flipped, her kind, always giving, always sweet boyfriend that made her constantly melt into a puddle of goo at everything he did or said, was replaced by the mischievous, devious, naughty man that often made her blood hum with desire.
"You know, Sarah, I've always wondered what you'd look like as a redhead."
She froze then, her eyes widening in horror. "You wouldn't dare."
Chuck just grinned. "How long have you known me?"
She started to back away from him then, but found herself with very little room to run as her back hit the wall. She sucked in a breath as the slightly cool, sticky, newly painted wall came into contact with her burning skin. She held up her hands as a ward against Chuck's advancing form. "Chuck…no. Think about this…" she pleaded.
She really didn't want to hurt Chuck but if that's what it took to get out of this situation, then…well, he brought it on himself. But there was no way she was going to let him paint her hair.
"You cheated," Chuck said, "and I really wanted to win our bet."
"Chuck…I'll wear it for you, okay? Anything you want, just not the hair."
"Even the pigtails?" Chuck asked, his eyebrows doing their patented dance and his eyes full of amusement.
She nodded her head enthusiastically.
"Okay," Chuck said and put the roller back with all of their other paint supplies.
Sarah sighed in relief and began to walk away from the wall. She really needed a shower.
"Hey Chuck?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm gonna need somebody to wash this paint off my back, wanna join me in the shower?" She gave him a wicked grin, reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, and then tossed the piece of clothing to the floor. She looked over her shoulder and gave him her best enticing pout.
"Oh hell yes," she heard him mutter before she sauntered down the hallway toward their bedroom; confident his eyes were locked on her swaying hips and painted ass the whole way.
So what's next for our lascivious couple? Watching the grass grow. How will this be made smutty? I got one word for you: bikini. Ponder on that.
