WARNING: This story contains mature scene of a sexual nature. If this bothers you, please leave now.
AN: Sorry about the lateness of this chapter. I know I try to get them out before the week, but it just wasn't happening this time. But anyway, better late than never. So this is the concluding chapter for Relationship Status. Up next I think I'll be doing another story from my list on my profile because doing a Bartowski At Large Xmas + New Years special. If I can write more stories between now and then I will post them, but I'll be focusing on those for now. Also, feel free to tell me on story from the list you'd like to see. And if you have any ideas or suggestions for Bartwoski At Large then feel free to share them, although I already have a few ideas on future stories.
And with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story and as always, feedback is appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck
The light was blinding, so much so that Sarah thought she was dead for a moment. But seconds later she realised that the blinding light she saw wasn't the afterlife, but rather a flash bang, which explained the intense ringing that accompanied the light. She looked at around, her vision blurry and unfocused, but she could make out six dark objects; her would be rapists, their boss, Mr Colt and one unidentified person, who stood at the door. And while she couldn't be certain with her ears still ringing, she could have sworn she heard the small pop of a dart gun going off, which was further reinforced by five of the dark blurs, Colt and his men judging by how far they were from her, falling to the ground. The sixth blur advanced towards her, and Sarah could have sworn it was saying her name.
When the effects of the flash bang began to wear off and her eyes began to focus, Sarah quickly discerned the identity of her saviour. "Chuck?" she whispered in equal measures of relief and disbelief.
"Are you okay Sarah?" Chuck asked worriedly, kneeling down beside her to check her.
Sarah couldn't help but stare at him, as if not completely sure he was really there. Finally, though she snapped out of her stupefied state. "Why are you still here Chuck," she asked him with a mixture of gratitude and anger. "You should have baled with the data. You needed to secure that intel first."
Chuck simply rolled his eyes, expecting that kind of response from her. "Yeah because I was totally going to leave you behind to make sure some stupid CIA list was safe."
"That's exactly what you were supposed to do," she scolded him. "The mission comes first Chuck, regardless of what might happen to your partner. It's something every agent, even rookies, knows beyond a doubt."
He rolled his eyes again. "Do I look like an agent to you?" he questioned her sarcastically. "I'm a thief and a hacker, and I'm one of the best in the world for the simple fact that I look out for the people I work with."
He stood up and held out it hand to assist her up from her spot on the floor, which she gratefully took taking a moment to find her balance. "Here's the thing Sarah," Chuck continued, while making sure she could stand on her own. "You're my friend, you're my partner and I like you. I'd have come back for you if anything one of those three had been true."
She knew she should be angry with him because he had risked the success of the mission to come back for her, but it was hard when he had saved her like he had and looked so heroic and hot while doing it. No one had ever looked out for her like that, not even her own father, and certainly not Bryce. If he thought he could get away with it, then he would, but he would have lorded it over her and used it to get sex. And in reality she was the one who did the most saving anyway, but again, only if it didn't interfere with the mission.
Chuck had deliberately disobeyed their orders to come back for her, risking everything in order to save her from a terrifying fate. The professional side of her wanted to scold him further, and she knew that Graham would probably do that when they got back, but the larger part of her was so grateful that she squelched her annoying spy brain. Chuck had gone against their orders to save her, that was all there was to it.
As they exited the room, Sarah was presented further proof of how much better person Chuck was. To the side of the door were the heels she had kicked off earlier when she had been running down the halls. Apparently Chuck had collected them on his way to where she had fought Colt. Slipping the shoes back up, she gently slid her hand into his. "Thank you Chuck," she spoke softly, as he turned his head to look at her.
Chuck smiled caringly at her, and gently squeezed her hand in response, letting her know that she didn't need to say anything else. And for that she was grateful.
The following day saw Chuck walking back to the apartment he shared with Sarah with a pizza box in his hands, deep in completive thought as the sun quickly sank beyond the horizon and brought night to DC, almost twenty four hours since Chuck had Sarah started their mission. After Chuck had knocked out Colt and his crew, the two partners left the building as quickly as possible to deliver the information to the CIA. Upon handing of the list to Graham, they also gave their verbal reports, which inevitably led to Graham delivering some harsh criticism towards both of them; Sarah for lowering guard and allowing herself to get caught, and Chuck because he went back for Sarah and risked the success of the mission.
Even though Chuck wanted to back chat against Graham's unfair criticisms, he decided against it, remaining silent for once as the director of the CIA reprimanded him. He also noticed that Sarah didn't actually look that upset when her boss made unfavourable comparisons between her and a rookie agent who had suffered brain damage. Although she gave the impression of being attentive, Chuck could tell she was in deep thought about something.
It was almost one in the morning when they finally returned to their apartment, and both of them retired to their own bedrooms, too tired for anything else. When he had awoken the following morning, roughly around nine o'clock, he had found Sarah in the living room, writing some reports. When she had noticed he was awake, she had asked him if he could make himself scarce for the day and give her some space. It hadn't been the first time she had made that request, mostly when she needed to get her reports done and couldn't have him distracting her, usually with the inevitable sex that would happen when the two of them were alone for extended periods of time. Usually, he didn't take it personally, but given how things between them were going over the last day, he couldn't help it this time. The only reason he was heading home was because she had texted him, asking him to pick up something for dinner for his way back.
After they left the room with the unconscious mercenaries, Sarah had barely said a word to him, just simple words of gratitude or things like that. Even when she requested he occupy himself outside the apartment today, she did so very concisely. Chuck was now worried that he had pushed her too far with his little side mission, and that part of the reason she requested space was to think about whether she wanted to keep him as her partner. Whether she wanted to keep putting up with his attempts at a real relationship.
Perhaps he had been coming on too strong, like an annoying stalker, although he felt his ability to read people would have warned him that he was being too aggressive, and Sarah had never shown any signs that his pursuit of her was over the top. Sure, she would sometimes roll her eyes when he asked her out, but it was always done good naturedly, and majority of the time, she seemed to find his attempts amusing even when she did say no. But maybe now he had pushed her too far, when he had shown that he would always put her safety above the mission, something that went against Sarah's professionalism.
He wouldn't apologise for it, it simply who he was. He had worked with many people since he became a criminal and he had always looked out for those he worked with. Sure he had blown some jobs in the process, but the trade-off was that he had won many friends across the world, making it worthwhile in his opinion. That was simply the kind of guy he was, before, during and after the life altering events at Stanford.
Still, that didn't mean that Sarah would want him around any longer. Chuck knew that her professionalism was one of the things she prided about herself the most, and he couldn't help but wonder if that was a trait she demanded from her partners. She liked him, that much he could tell by how she interacted with him, but did she like him more than she valued how professional her potential partner would act. And even if she decided to remain his partner, it still didn't mean that they would be anything more than friends and fuck buddies.
Chuck knew he was being greedy and selfish, but he wanted more than that, because while most men would be happily have nothing more than a sexual relationship with Sarah Walker, he wasn't like them. He had had several girlfriends and many one night stands and flings since his flight from California, but any feelings he had for any of those women paled in comparison to what he felt for Sarah. And while being her friend, not to mention all the crazy sex that had, was great, he was convinced that both he and Sarah could be very happy together. However, he had to remember that Sarah was her own person, with her own feelings and capable of her own choices in regards to those feelings. If that was all she was willing to give him then he couldn't force or badger her into giving him more. It wouldn't be fair to either of them if she decided to further their relationship for any other reason than because she wanted it.
As Chuck reached the door of their apartment, he decided that he should back off a bit. Sarah may have feelings for him, but clearly her history with dating guys she worked with had left its mark, even if one of those guys was an absolute ass hat. If she didn't want to date him, then he couldn't force the issue, merely hope he could persuade her differently in the future.
When Chuck opened the door and stepped into their apartment, he was greeted by nothing but darkness. "Um Sarah," he called out from the doorway, before muttering to himself. "Am I in the wrong apartment again?"
"In here Chuck," he heard Sarah's voice coming from the next room, a soft light coming from that area of the apartment.
Chuck made his way to the combined kitchen, dining and living area to discover the entire place lit up with a large number of vanilla scented candles. The candles were placed so they circled the room, leaving gaps for the doorways. In the middle of all of it was their dining table with an old fashioned silver candlestick with three ordinary wax candles, and Sarah, wearing a yellow spaghetti strap sundress, with the elbows on the table and staring adoringly at him with a gorgeous smile on her face. "Hi Chuck," she said charmingly.
His look of confusion was endearing as his eyes moved around between her and the candles around the room. "Um what's going on here Sarah?"
"You don't like it," Sarah queried with a faux-pout. "It seemed like the kind of thing a girlfriend would do for her boyfriend."
Chuck's confusion morphed into a stunned with a cattle prod type look, one she found equally adorable. "B-b-boyfriend? Girlfriend?" he stammered. "How long was I gone for exactly, because I think I missed a few steps?"
Sarah couldn't help but giggle at his words as she gestured to the seat opposite her. "Let's just say I did some thinking today while you were out, and decided that us dating wouldn't be the worst thing in world."
As Chuck sat down in the chair and placed the pizza between the two plates Sarah had set out. "Not the worst thing in the world eh," he said sardonically, yet his smile gave away how he was really feeling. "How'd you ever come to that conclusion?"
"Because you're not Bryce, or like any other guy I've met before," she said seriously. "And I can't believe that that sentence actually sounds more stupid out aloud than in my head."
Chuck chuckled at her statement. "I'm actually rather appalled Sarah," he began mirthfully. "I've always thought you were pretty smart, yet if it's taken you this long to work to come to that conclusion, then I'm not sure if there's much hope for you."
Surprisingly, Sarah nodded in complete agreement at his teasing. "You're right, I should have known that for certain the day I met you, and I did know that, it just… you and Bryce are very good at your jobs, your jobs which involve lying and deception. I guess I couldn't help but make the comparisons."
Chuck who had opened the pizza box and divvied out two slices onto each of their plates, did not loo affronted by the comparison with his nemesis. "Actually that's kind of a fair point," he said understandingly. "But the problem is, as I see it, is that you think that underneath all the lies that we're the same kind of person."
Sarah nodded at his assessment, his considerate nature making that warm feeling appear inside her once more. "Yeah, that's what my subconscious was thinking. I'm ashamed to admit it, but it took me a while to work out how different you truly are. And it wasn't anything big either, just all the little things you do," she said with a humble smile, before nodding at the pizza. "I dated Bryce for almost three years and he never worked out that I hated olives."
Chuck took a bite of his pizza and threw a cheeky grin at her. "What can I say," he said swallowing his bite. "I'm observant when it comes to you."
Sarah nodded, her face becoming more serious and she took a bite of her own slice. Savouring the delicious vegetarian pizza that was not tainted by the horrible flavour of those demonic olives, she cleared her mouth before speaking again. "Do you know why Bryce and I broke up?"
The hacker across from her shook his head in the negative. "I'm betting it was something he did."
Sarah lightly chucked at his comment. "That's a pretty safe bet," she confirmed before continuing with her story. "Part of being a CIA agent means helping to teach at the Farm. Mostly, its agents who've retired from field work or who are recovering from some kind of injury, but every agent needs to do at least a few days out of the year, unless they're in deep cover."
"About a year ago, it was our turn to help out. One of the trainees was this gorgeous girl named Natalie, who really had no business being a spy. Sure she was a very skilled operative, especially considering she'd only been at the Farm for a few months, but she was so open about her life that she'd never make it as a spy."
Sarah couldn't help but smile as she remembered the woman's beautiful personality. "I was actually a little envious of her in that regard," she continued, with Chuck rapt with her story. "I know I'm physically beautiful, but this woman was beautiful inside and outside. She always greeted people with an amazing smile and you couldn't help but like her five minutes after meeting her. She treated everyone kindly and was always willing to share about herself."
"You don't give yourself enough credit Sarah," Chuck interrupted. "Sure you've done some bad things as a spy, but that isn't the sum of who you are. You are a good person."
Sarah smiled gratefully at him. "It's nice of you to say, Chuck," she said to him. "Although I'm not sure I'd agree."
Chuck opened his mouth to argue further, but Sarah cut him off, knowing that if she didn't then she would never finish her story. "It's not the point of the story Chuck. Anyway, naturally, this girl caught Bryce's eye and he started flirting with her. The ass wasn't even subtle about it either. But she always managed to bring their conversation to her fiancée, who she never hesitated telling anyone that she loved him to pieces. Another reason she shouldn't have been a spy."
"Then a few days before we were supposed to head out, Bryce told her that he needed to evaluate her abilities as a seductress. I think it took her a while to realise what he was implying, and she slapped him hard. Then he told her that female agents needed to be well versed in pleasing a man, and if she couldn't do it for him, he'd have her expelled from the program."
Chuck's brow furrowed as he frowned at her words. "Is any of that actually true?"
Sarah shook her head. "Not a word," she informed him. "If our bosses ordered us to have sex with a mark, then that'd basically make us hookers. That opens them up for a lot of legal flack if it ever got out. But if the agent chooses to sleep with the mark to complete her mission, then they're in the clear. So they can only suggest or hint at using seduction to complete the mission and can't officially reprimand us if we choose not to go down that path. The only time sleeping with a mark becomes an absolute necessity is during long term, deep cover assignments. Those times an agent slept with you don't happen often. After all, any woman that couldn't get out of a situation like that wouldn't be a very good agent."
"And the whole 'evaluation' thing?"
"Again total BS. Our instructors aren't supposed to be 'evaluating' our sexual prowess."
Something in the way she said it hinted at a deeper meaning, but without any more information, Chuck wasn't sure what to make of her statement. "So anyway, Natalie eventually gives in and sleeps with Bryce," Sarah continued her story. "I come along just as their getting dressed and catch them in the act. Natalie seemed to idolise me a bit and was horrified that'd I'd caught her and my boyfriend just finished up and blurts out that it was completely professional and that Bryce was evaluating her abilities as a seductress. Even as she said it, her voice had already developed a kind of self-loathing that'd I'd never heard from her. Anyway, when I'd realise what Bryce had done I told him to get out and threw the nearest object at him for good measure. I can't even remember what it was I threw."
Sarah got this faraway look in her eye as she remembered the events after catching her ex-boyfriend doing the deed with another woman. "After he ran like that coward he was I comforted her. She was upset that she had betrayed her fiancée and had been manipulated so easily. I think maybe I was too honest with her, and told her that despite Bryce being an ass, it would only get worse from there on. I told her that she was far too good a person to be a spy, and that if she stayed, she would eventually turn into someone else, someone who wasn't as good. We talked for a bit more while she cried her eyes out, before she decided that she was going to go home."
Her voice became harder as she moved onto the next part of the story. "You know the instructors and Graham actually told me off for convincing her to go home?"
"Seriously," Chuck exclaimed in disbelief.
"They were upset that we'd lost such a promising recruit, all the while, Bryce just sat there grinning like an ass, like he was untouchable," she paused for a moment to gather her thoughts. "I probably would have been in a lot more trouble if I wasn't such a good agent. After we finished our time at the Farm, I dumped Bryce and demanded a solo mission."
"And what happened to Natalie," asked the man across from her.
Sarah looked thoughtful for a moment. "We kept in touch after she left the Farm, although not often. She went back to Cincinnati and told her fiancée what happen. Fortunately for her, Steven, her fiancée, was just as nice as she was and stayed by her side, even… even when it turned out Bryce got her pregnant."
Chuck's eyes widen in surprise. "Seriously?" he repeated.
Sarah nodded at Chuck's words, as she had a similar reaction when Natalie had told her. "Yep, although I don't think Bryce knows, and probably just as well. As far as anyone knows, her son is Steven's, and given the way he dotes on mother and child, you'd never guess differently."
Chuck looked thoughtful at her words, before his face grew somewhat concerned, which confused Sarah. "So is that it," he queried.
Sarah's puzzlement turned to shock. "Is that is?" she almost shrieked, unable to believe Chuck could be so casual about what she had told him.
Before she could tell him off, he cut her off. "Sorry that came out wrong," he quickly defended himself before Sarah went all ninja on him. "Don't get me wrong, it was a dick thing Bryce did, and this is coming from the guy who trusted and then was betrayed by that douchebag. But that's just it Sarah; Bryce is a dick. He was a dick when he tricked Natalie, and he was a dick at Stanford, and although I don't know for sure, I think it's safe to assume he was a dick before then as well. Him manipulating and sleeping with another woman can't have been that unusual, as callous as that sounds."
Sarah once again cursed Chuck's almost psychic ability to read her. "No, you're right," she confirmed, and although she knew she needed to bring her walls down, it wasn't easy to discard habits she been spent her whole life developing. "Bryce always went out of his way to sleep with the female marks he was assigned, while I usually managed to get out of sleeping with my marks. It had nothing to do with the fact that he slept with another woman."
The blonde agent paused for a moment, taking a deep breath as she prepared to open up more about her past. "Most CIA agents are recruited during college. I, on the other hand, was recruited straight out of high school, when my dad was arrested. In college, I was assigned a handler who helped with training the college recruits. Usually, they don't get freshman, but I was a different case. Anyway these handlers would sometimes assign me mock missions or stuff like that to help develop skills necessary for a spy. Colleges surprisingly make for good training grounds for freshly recruit spies."
"I had several different handlers," she began again after pausing to collect herself. "One of them was a guy named Thomas Bloom. He was in his late thirties or so, and kind of an ass. He seemed to think training new agents was a waste of his time and felt that female agents were only good for spread their legs for information, so he seemed to hate training me. But at least he was professional enough to do his job. Then, after a few weeks, he told me we needed to move onto the next phase of my training."
When Sarah paused again, as if searching for the right words, Chuck spared her the trouble. "Let me guess," he said, his disdain for this Thomas Bloom character barely restrained. "The next part of the training was basically sex training."
Sarah nodded, thankful that Chuck had opened the gate for her. "For three days I was basically his sex slave. I… I'd being lying if I said I hated every moment, I just hated being forced to sleep with such as asshole, but I couldn't argue back or complain because this was a part of my training. He took every virginity I had and treated me like a whore the entire time and said that this was what I could look forward in my career. It wasn't long after that that he was reassigned and I had another handler, who didn't continue that aspect of my 'training'. I was glad about that, and didn't mention it again. It wasn't until I got to the Farm that I learnt the truth."
Her mood became downcast as she remembered the experience. "I was so humiliated," she said, struggling to prevent the painful memories from overwhelming her. "I thought we were all on the same side you know? All fighting to protect America from our enemies. Turns out agents like Bloom and Bryce are only looking out for themselves, and if screwing over a friend or student gets them what they want, then so be it."
She was grateful when Chuck reached over the table to grasp her hand in a comforting manner. "I'd told Bryce that story you know, about Bloom," she continued, enjoying the security provided by Chuck's simple gesture. "That bastard actually had the gall to laugh. Said I was too naïve and trusting, and that if he'd been in Bloom's position, he'd have done that same thing. That was the first time I had opened up to anyone after the incident with Bloom, and the last, until now that is. At the time, I didn't think much of what he said, but when he actually acted on them, I couldn't stand to be in the same room as him, let alone let him touch me."
"That's why we broke up. It had nothing to do with the sex, it was all about Bryce knowing something intimate about me and then betraying that. And I guess after what happened with Bryce and Bloom, something inside thought you would be the same, even though that thought is completely ridiculous."
She brought her full attention to Chuck to gauge this reaction. As she suspected, there was concern for her and loathing for the men who betrayed her etched into his face. "Are you ok," he asked. "I mean with what happened with Bloom."
Sarah nodded. "Yeah I am," she told him, delighting in how warm and fuzzy his concern for her made her feel. "It pretty much ruined my ability to trust people I work with, Bryce being an exemption that only reinforced that mindset, but beyond that I'm ok. Well… maybe not completely ok, I still want to kill Bryce every time I see him, and I wouldn't mind slowly disembowelling Bloom, and the whole not trusting and thinking an amazing guy is the same as those two assholes thing, but beyond that, it doesn't affect my day to day."
Chuck looked contemplative at her words. "Still," he began, his voice jovial yet failed to disguise his genuine hostile intent. "I'm thinking Agent Bloom will very quickly end up on a sex offender's registry. In fact, I guarantee it."
Sarah laughed at Chuck's promise, yet also heartened by how protective he was of her. It was… nice, having someone watch out for you. "I appreciate the thought Chuck but its ok. He really isn't worth the effort or potential trouble."
"Says you," he muttered under his breath, causing her to smile.
"So anyway," she started again, before Chuck could go off on a tangent about all the different ways he could mess with Bloom. "I decided to stop letting those two betrayals prevent me from being with you. Because sure, you live in a world of deceit, but you've proven time and time again that you are so much more than that. A man who was just as happy to talk to two beautiful women as he was to have sex with them, and a man who came back for me, even after I kept rejecting him. When I saw you standing there, having tranq'ed those mercs, I knew without a doubt that you'd never betray me the way Bryce did."
Chuck had to admit that he was a little annoyed that that sentence even needed to be said a lot loud, but he didn't voice his irritation. He could hardly blame Sarah for being suspicious of any guy wanting to date her, not after having been betrayed by two men she should have been able to trust. "So where does that leave us," he asked, because despite Sarah's earlier comment, he was still confused, yet hopeful, about what this meant for their relationship.
"It means that we're together," she confirmed, as she smiled when his face exploded into an excited grin. "I remember what you said before we ran into Bryce, about being happy, and I decided that I do want to be happy, preferably happy with you… that is, if you still want to be together."
"Like you even need to ask," Chuck responded with a roll of his eyes, yet his grin remained fixed to his face.
Sarah giggled lightly at his comment. Packing up the empty pizza box, which had been consumed during the course of their conversation, she quickly took the box to the bin located in the kitchen. After disposing of it, Sarah returned to the dining room, but instead of returning to her seat, she instead sat herself down on Chuck's lap, catching the hacker by surprise. "So I hope you don't mind," she began playfully, fiddling with the collar of his shirt. "But I kind of moved all your stuff into my room."
"Really," Chuck said in response, running his hand along Sarah's naked leg, stopping just before the hem of her dress, its short length being hidden from him by the table. "Moving a bit fast aren't we Miss Walker?"
Sarah gave an amused scoff. "What exactly about our relationship has been normal?" she questioned sarcastically. "We've known each other for three months, have had some really fantastic and kinky sex, not to mention we had a threesome with my best friend within an hour of meeting each other, yet we haven't been on one date. I'd say that the standard rules of relationships don't really apply with us."
His grin was infectious. "As always, your logic is flawless Miss Walker," he said, yet frowned slightly when the woman on his lap began rubbing her taut ass against his crotch. "Sarah, I know you're probably eager for some more of that 'really fantastic and kinky sex', but given the content of what we just talked about, are you sure it's really appropriate at this moment in time?"
"Absolutely," she confirmed with an exaggerated nod. "Bloom and Bryce and their betrayals… those are bad memories. And the only way to balance things is to create good memories. And the best memories I can think of is you fucking me to an earth shattering orgasm. I… I guess I need to be loved rather than used."
While she started with confidence and levity in her voice, towards the end, all Chuck could hear was her desperate need, to know that someone wasn't going to betray her. It was a task he was most willingly to accept. Sliding one arm underneath her legs, and the other around her torso, he stood up and held her in his arms bridal style. Sarah, who had not been expecting the sudden movement, gasped in surprise, before wrapping her arms around his neck to steady herself. "Guess I better get started," he suggested jovially as she nuzzled his cheek. "And I think that for our first time together as boyfriend and girlfriend, we should continue this in OUR bedroom."
With nothing else said, Chuck carried her the several meters to her… their room. Stepping through the door way, he noticed that she had sprinkled red and pink rose petals on the bed and had lit a few more vanilla scent candles in various places around the room. Apparently she had been doing more than writing reports while he'd been out. Playfully grinning at her, Chuck threw her onto the bed, causing the petals she didn't directly land on to jump. Sarah simply returned his grin with a sexy smirk of her own as she propped herself up on her elbows. "Chuck," she purred. "Hurry up and get rid of those cloths so you can ravish your girlfriend."
Shooting her his usual goofy grin, Chuck quickly removed his cloths, throwing them once they were off and paying little attention to where the garments landed. Sarah bit her lip as a fully naked Chuck Bartowski approached her, prowling on the bed as if stalking his prey. She spread her legs to allow him to crawl between them, bringing his head to her core, and hiking up her dress to discover, much to his delight, that Sarah was not wearing any underwear. Her breath hitched when began lightly kissing her lips and clit.
"Chuck…" she moaned. "There's no… need for… foreplay. I'm already… soaking."
"Mmm, you certainly are," Chuck agreed, giving a single slow lick along her slit, before using one of his fingers to probe deep into her depths. "But you are a woman who should be worshiped, and I have always felt that it was a boyfriend's job to worship his girlfriend. Now I strongly suggest you just lie back and enjoy this."
Without another word Chuck dove into Sarah, his tongue worming its way through her folds. The texture of his tongue combined with its deft movements and knowledge of Sarah's sweet spots had her moaning loudly, her smooth thighs pressing against his ears. Every now and then, Chuck's tongue would take a break from exploring her depths to flick her clit just the way she liked it. It drove her mad with delight as her pleas for him to keep going filled the air, her previous desire to skip foreplay all but forgotten.
Chuck's ministrations were getting a bit much for Sarah. To further her stimulation, she impatiently yanked the straps of her dress off her shoulders, pulling the garment to gather beneath her bosom. Placing her hands on her magnificent breasts, she began to knead them gently, pinching her nipple every now and then. The combined sensations had her tumbling towards the edge, but it was Chuck's next action that gave her the final push.
Devouring her pussy like it was his favourite treat, Chuck's mouth was working wonders on her privates, giving breath to immense pleasure. However, Chuck was nothing if not efficient, and slid his hands underneath her rear, inserting two fingers into her asshole. The intrusion caught Sarah by surprise but she still delighted in having Chuck's skilled fingers work their magic on her least used orifice. It proved to be her undoing as she felt a wave of pleasure overwhelm her, her body vibrating violently from her explosive orgasm. "OHMYGODCHUCK," she cried, her juices squirting all over his face as she shook in ecstasy.
Chuck merely lapped up the sweet nectar expelled by Sarah, eager to taste more of her essence. His tongue roamed all other her nether regions, licking up every last drop, before applying the same technique to his face. Satisfied that none of her honey had escaped him, Chuck removed himself from Sarah's vagina to stare into her hazing yet longing eyes. "Delicious as always," he said cockily, licking his lips in an exaggerated manner.
Her wordless response came in the form of Sarah grabbing fistfuls of Chuck's curly hair and yanking him upwards, drawing a quick yelp from the hacker. Before he could say another word, she had brought his lips to hers, kissing him passionately, to which he replied in kind. As their tongues danced their familiar dance and Sarah, satisfied that Chuck wouldn't try to escape, her hands released his hair and moved down to one of her favourite appendages. Grasping it firmly, she lined the rock hard member to her quivering pussy, and placed the head inside her. Then she wrapped her gorgeous legs around his waist and using their impressive strength, forced more of Chuck inside her. The man in question broke their kiss to shoot a wry grin at her, as he aided in sheathing himself inside her by pushing his hips forward. "Eager are we?"
"Mmhmm," Sarah hummed in confirmation, delighting in being stretched by Chuck's wood. "It's been too long."
"Too long?" Chuck couldn't help but chuckled. "It's been less than two days, that's a record for us."
"It's still been too long," she pouted adorably.
He couldn't help but grin at her pout. "It would have been sooner if someone hadn't wanted space."
"I was thinking about us," she defended. "And now I'm thinking, why are you taking so long to fuck me."
Chuck laughed again at her words. "Fair enough," he replied, before he began moving inside of her.
Sarah groaned at the friction caused by the hacker's movements. As pathetic as it sounded in her head, it really had been too long since they'd last copulated, even though their last time had only been yesterday morning, less than forty eight hours ago. But the way he felt inside her, how he stretched her deliciously or how he touched places inside her where she had never been touched before she met him, it was addictive. It made her understand people who couldn't live without drugs or alcohol. She finally understood that after living with Chuck Bartowski for three months that she couldn't live without him anymore, both physically and emotionally. And she was done pretending otherwise.
As he pumped in and out of her tightness, Chuck admired how beautiful Sarah looked, from her delicate lips parting to emit soft and erotic moans to how her generous rack bounced in reaction to his every thrust. Yet knowing that she was now his, and he was hers, made the whole experience, which was already quite marvellous, even better. Unable to help himself, Chuck brought his mouth to hers to capture her lips in another kiss, one that Sarah eagerly responded to, moaning into his mouth as she accepted his kiss.
Finally, the warm sensation of having his member surrounded by Sarah's wet pussy tipped Chuck to the edge, his desire overwhelming his restraint. He had wanted to hold out long enough to ensure Sarah came again, especially in wake of his words about worshiping her, but being inside her simply felt too good. "Fuck… I'm… c-cumming," he grunted as he broke their kiss, his seed erupt from his cock.
Sarah moaned in ecstasy as her depths were filled to the brim with his cum. Like their most recent time together, his orgasm triggering her own, voiding Chuck's concerns about not lasting long enough. She was amazed at how wonderful it felt to have him release himself inside of her, how warm she felt when his cum painted the inside of her pussy white, but then most of the sensations triggered by Chuck were warm and wonderful. "Oh god yes," she whispered reverently, as if she had been dying of thirst and stumbled upon an oasis.
Chuck's movements began to slow down as he rode out his climax, before stopping completely and gently pressing his wait against Sarah's body, their noses and foreheads touching as they stared into each other's eyes. "So how was that," Chuck questioned quietly, his usual charming grin on his face.
Sarah blinked for a moment before returning with a grin of her own. "Pretty amazing actually," she answered. "I never thought sex with you could get any better, but then I wasn't your girlfriend before either. Never thought our relationship status could actually make sex better."
Reluctantly for both parties, Chuck pulled his spent member out of Sarah, who pouted at the loss of his warmth inside her. He then flipped over his back onto what was now their bed and placed his arm around her. "It's only going to get better from here," he said to her as he pulled her naked body towards his own.
"Mmm, I definitely look forward to that," she murmured as she snuggled into his side, falling to slumber to have sweet dreams about her future with her boyfriend.
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