A/N: Thanks for all the great reviews of the first chapter. I'm having a ton of fun writing this story. I guess Charah comes easily to me! If anyone has any ideas of what they'd like to see, don't hesitate to let me know! Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck.

Chuck had thought long and hard about their honeymoon. He was marrying a super-spy, someone who used to travel to the most exotic places in the world for a living. Although she had once told him she never really "saw" any place until she saw it with Chuck, he still wanted to go somewhere new, romantic, secluded, tropical, and relaxing. After months of research, he finally had the perfect place.

The water was almost as bright blue as Sarah's eyes, and the sand as white as porcelain. It had taken them quite a while to get her, halfway across the world, but as they stepped foot into their home for the next two weeks, they knew it was worth it.

The Maldives is a small nation consisting of an archipelago of islands southwest of India in the Indian Ocean. It is renowned for its beauty, tranquility, and romantic settings. Chuck had done some snooping, and found out it was one of the only places Sarah hadn't been. Of course, Chuck went all out, getting the honeymoon suite at their resort, which was actually on its own island connected to the rest of the resort by a footbridge. As they were being shown across the bridge, Sarah asked how many people were staying on the island with them.

"Ma'am, this island is for you and your husband. It consists of the honeymoon bungalow, a personal pool, a personal bar, and a mile of sandy beaches." Sarah turned to Chuck, who was blushing.

"Chuck, you didn't have to…." She was cut off by Chuck.

"Sarah, yes I did. You deserve the absolute best, and I will settle for nothing less when it comes to my wife." She smiled back at him, her smile warming his heart.

When they got to the door of the bungalow, Sarah had an idea what was coming. Chuck was a stickler for tradition, so she wasn't surprised when he scooped her up in his arms and carried her across the threshold into the foyer.

"Welcome to your honeymoon, Mrs. Bartowski," he said with an ear-to-ear grin. Sarah whispered something seductively into his ear, which caused Chuck to immediately tip the bellhop and shut the door behind him. Chuck carried Sarah into the bedroom, where there was a king size bed with rose petals strewn on the cover. Sarah turned to Chuck and, without hesitation, began kissing him. Hard. Passionately. Lustfully.

Chuck wasted no time. He laid Sarah against the bed, and their lips connected again. She started to unbutton his shirt, while he wrangled her out of her blouse and her bra. Every time he saw her naked, his jaw dropped, without fail. Sarah smirked at the effect she had on her husband. If only he knew that he did the same exact thing to her. He ran his hands over her body, starting at her tummy and working his way up to her breasts, his touch calming her. She started to unbuckle his belt, and he responded by tugging on her panties. Soon, they were both equally sans-clothes, and Sarah flipped Chuck over so she was on top. She grinned seductively at him, and ran her hands up and down his chest, moaning softly. Chuck reached over to his pants to try and get a condom out, before Sarah stopped him.

"We're married now, silly, and I'm on the pill. I want you. I need to feel you. Get back over here now!"

Chuck obliged his wife. She sat up on her knees and gently glided Chuck into her, groaning in pleasure. Chuck couldn't wipe the stupid grin off his face. Sarah didn't mind. She knew she was blowing his mind. It was technically their wedding night, after all. After a few minutes, Chuck took control and flipped them so he was on top. Sarah loved when he was aggressive in bed like this. It was a whole different side of Chuck. They began moving in rhythm, in tune with their partner's body, until they simultaneously reached their breaking points. Then, after a couple minutes of rest, without even discussing it, they started up again.

An hour and a half later, they laid in each other's warm embrace, reveling in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Sarah was in her favorite spot - her head on Chuck's chest, their limbs tangled. He was slowly stroking her hair, his other hand gently rubbing her lower back.

"Chuck…." She was incredibly quiet, and Chuck almost didn't hear her.

"Is this real?" She finally asked. "I mean, it's almost surreal to me. To be here, in your arms. I'm afraid I'm going to wake up in my old hotel room in LA and this will all have been a dream."

Without thinking, Chuck pulled her up to him and softly pressed his lips against hers. Sarah begged entry into Chuck's mouth, and he happily acquiesced. After a few minutes of a heated make out session, they relaxed back into their previous positions.

"Does that answer your question?" Chuck asked teasingly. She smacked his arm. "Ow, baby!" She kissed it to make it better. "Mmmm thank you."

Their first night in the Maldives was spent mostly in their bed. They were both exhausted from the plane trip, and they knew they had two weeks here to enjoy, so they didn't rush to do anything, except the obvious things newlyweds do.

Chuck awoke at about seven in the evening, and tried his hardest to not let on to Sarah that he was awake. He had found that sometimes, if he was careful enough, he could wake up when she had already been up, and he would sometimes catch her doing something adorable. This time certainly was no different. Sarah was resting with her head in between Chucks' arm and shoulder, and she was looking up at her left hand, eyeing her rings. She let out a contented sigh, and couldn't help but let a gorgeous smile escape. Chuck couldn't help himself.

"So, no regrets, huh?" He broke the silence. Sarah was momentarily embarrassed Chuck had seen her admiring her rings, but ultimately, she was glad he did. She knew he could get insecure, and she wanted to make sure he knew that she was as happy as she had ever been. She had made the right choice in choosing Chuck, and he should know that. He should know that I love him as much, if not more, than he loves me.

"No, Chuck, no regrets. Never." She reached over, grabbed Chuck's left hand, and kissed his wedding ring. "I love you, always, forever, no matter what."

"I love you. More than I can ever express or show you. But I promise I will spend my life trying to prove it to you."

"Chuck, believe me when I say that I'm well aware of how much you love me. I think that if I had any doubts about that, I would have realized it when you jumped off the Buy More roof to save me. Or when you told me to close my eyes and held me close in the bunker under Meadow Branch - to save me. Or when you fought Shaw with a faulty Intersect - to save me. Or when you landed a Russian Special Forces team in downtown LA - to save me. You are it for me, Chuck Bartowski. And I don't love you because of all the times you have saved me. Sure, it makes me fall even deeper in love with you, but I love you because you're you. Chuck. My Chuck."

"I must've been a really good guy in a past life to get so lucky in this one. I mean, how many guys can say they actually get to spend the rest of their lives with the love of their life? So many people miss out on that opportunity, and here I am, with the girl of my dreams in my arms on our honeymoon. I feel like I won the lottery."

"You and me both, babe."

That night they both slept soundly. Sarah dreamed about the future - a house, kids, quiet Sundays doing the crossword in Chuck's lap. She remembered that when she used to have this dream, it scared the living shit out of her. Now she wanted nothing more than for that dream to come true. And, true to form, they were on their way to just a life.

They didn't set any alarm. They were on vacation. The sun slowly crept into the bungalow, quietly waking the occupants. Sarah woke first, and, not wanting to break their embrace, rested happily in Chuck's arms. She could tell from his breathing that he was still sound asleep. She wanted the first full day of them being married to be special, and that started with waking up. Devious thoughts ran through her mind. She decided, what the hell, he's my husband and this is our honeymoon. We're supposed to be going at it like rabbits. So, she slowly crept her hands down Chuck's chest, under the covers, until she found what she was looking for, and started in on waking Chuck up.

Chuck awoke to heaven. That was the only way of describing it - pure, blissful, heaven. His wife - his gorgeous, radiant, jaw-dropping wife was not only tangled up in his limbs, she was giving him the best wake up of his life. Chuck moaned slightly, and Sarah giggled. God, what he would do to hear that giggle every day.

"Good morning, Mr. Bartowski. I see you're enjoying the day's first activity," she said smokily, turning her head slowly to face Chuck without stopping what her hand was doing.

"M…m….mornin," Chuck barely got out. Sarah giggled again, and gave Chuck a long, sloppy good morning kiss. He groaned in protest when she pulled back. "Come back baby."

"Unh-uh. Today is the first full day of us being married, and I want to show you how much I love you," Sarah said as she ever so slowly and tantalizingly made her way down Chuck's body to where her hand was doing things that would make grown men cry in joy. Soon, Chuck was writhing in pleasure, and before he knew it, he was spent.

He wasn't going to let her go without showing her how he felt about her special wake up, so he grabbed her forcefully and threw her on the bed under him. He began by kissing her forehead, then her eyelids, then the tip of her nose, then her mouth for a couple minutes. She, like him, groaned when he broke contact, but he was soon kissing her chin, neck, in between her breasts, down her stomach, her belly button, and finally, the promised land. A few minutes later, and she was as spent as Chuck. They collapsed into each other's arms after being awake for less than twenty minutes.

"If this is how we're always going to wake up, I'm never letting you out of my sight," Sarah said contently.

"I'm never letting you out of my sight irregardless," Chuck replied with conviction. They both smiled.

Sarah fell asleep soundly and awoke a couple hours later. She realized her usual pillow was gone and she was alone in bed. She frowned. Where in the heck was Chuck?

She got out of bed and changed into a white bikini. She searched around the bungalow for Chuck, but he was nowhere to be seen. He wasn't by the pool or the bar. She found him after a few minutes, a couple hundred yards down the beach, sitting by himself. He looked almost exactly like he did the morning after their first mission, where she had asked him to trust her. Like then, she silently walked up behind him and sat down next to him, melting into him. He wrapped his arms around her.

"Whatchya thinking about?" She asked.

"You," was his simple reply.

"What about me?"

"Oh, you know, just wondering how I'm gonna keep you around for fifty years. Nothing big," he was grinning now, still staring out at the azure water, the color of Sarah's eyes.

"Chuck, trust me, you have nothing to worry about. Do you know why we put wedding rings on the fourth finger of the left hand?" Chuck shook his head to say no. "The Romans believed there was a vein in the ring finger that led directly to the heart. So, by wrapping that finger in iron, you were saying that your heart belonged to your spouse. Forever." She put her left hand out in front of her, and admired her rings. She was still not used to the wedding band, but she knew it was where it belonged.

"Wow, that was….sappy," Chuck said, smiling. She nudged him. "How do you know that?"

"I did go to Harvard, Chuck."

They spent the next few hours laying on the beach, going swimming, and even doing some skinny dipping, at Sarah's bequest. They ended up in the jacuzzi around sunset. Sarah was straddling Chuck, and they were engaged in a heated make-out session. To Sarah's dismay, Chuck broke off contact.

"Let's go get some dinner babe."

Sarah nodded her head, then added, "OK, we can get dinner. But I want my dessert first…." She leaned back down and captured Chuck's lips. It was good he hadn't made reservations, because they would've missed them.

ON THE NEXT 'THE BEST IS YET TO COME':

Sarah and Chuck continue their honeymoon, lovemaking, talking about their hopes and dreams for their future, and ward off other jealous resorters.