A/N Another chapter of "The Extended Honeymoon" is here!

Thank you for all of your positive feedback for the first two chapters. It's always a little intimidating posting M-rated scenes and you all made me feel very good about it. So thank you! Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer I don't own Chuck.


It was early.

She knew that much. Early enough at least that she could see that the sky was dark in the slight space between the curtains she'd drawn closed the night before when the train left the Montparnasse.

Sarah Walker was perfectly warm and the jerky movements of the train on its tracks was on the verge of lulling her back to sleep when she felt a pair of soft lips against the juncture between her neck and shoulder. She thought maybe he was just moving in his sleep at first, but then his hand that rested on her hip spread over her skin before fisting the material of her panties. His lips were on her neck again and she murmured softly, feeling his stubble rub against her.

Oh that feels so good.

"I'm sleeping," she teased with a pout even though she knew he couldn't see it from where he spooned her from behind.

"Mm, no you aren't. I felt you wake up."

He had a point there.

She smirked. "What if I wanna go back to sleep?" She had yet to open her eyes again.

Chuck's arms tightened around her and pulled her close, pressing his lips against her hair. "Then we'll go back to sleep." The sincerity and adoration in his voice, with no hint of disappointment or even teasing, made Sarah open her eyes and blink. Chuck had a way of always surprising her, keeping her on her toes. They'd be flirting mercilessly, like now for instance, and all of a sudden he'd say something serious and heartwarming, or do something perfect and sweet.

Sarah paused for a second, then turned her face into her pillow and took a deep breath. She could smell him on her pillow and that was how she liked it. "I'm awake," she said softly, bracing herself for whatever might come next.

But she wasn't prepared for Chuck to slip his hand around to her stomach and lightly graze his fingernails down past her belly button and to the waistband of her panties. And she especially wasn't prepared for his fingers to slip into her panties.

With a gasp, she clutched her pillow in her hands and whimpered.

He isn't really…

Oh, he was, though. Chuck's hand cupped her sex beneath her underwear, rubbing two of his fingers along her opening. Sarah whimpered again, the burning sensation in her lower belly heightened by the way he was breathing against her neck. And then he slipped his fingers inside of her and her hips thrust against him of their own volition.

She whined his name and reached over her shoulder to grab at him. She fisted his shirt and tugged him close. "Oh, yes," she sighed as he moved his fingers inside of her. He had such long, capable fingers that hit exactly the right spots, causing her to moan into her pillow.

He wasn't close enough. She needed him against her, needed to feel him around her, so she let go of his shirt and instead clutched onto the curls at the back of his head. She pulled him hard enough to make him grunt, his body now curled around her so that his lips were pressed against her temple.

His fingers moved even faster inside of her, his thumb giving her clitoris a quick flick, making her whimper his name. Her grip tightened in his hair and he thrust his hips into her backside so that she could feel him hardening inside of his pants.

Her climax wasn't quite as explosive this time. It was slow and lasted for quite awhile as Chuck nipped at the skin of her neck and beneath her ear where she loved it so much, his fingers gentle but skilled inside of her. She was breathing heavily as he continued to make love to her with his hand and it wasn't long before she was rocked with a second climax.

It was a few minutes later when he removed his hand and kissed her shoulder, gently reaching up to pull her hand out of his hair and kissing it before holding it and wrapping both their arms around her torso.

"Good morning," he whispered in her ear, then. And Sarah shook her head, grinning so wide she thought maybe her face might split in two.

"Good morning?" she drawled, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder. "That was more than just a good morning, Chuck."

"That was the plan."

"And how long have you been planning that?" She turned over onto her other side so that their fronts were pressed close together. A bit of mischief flashed in his eyes.

"Not long."

"How long is not long?"

"Since this morning at about two when I woke up and found you sleeping in my arms. I decided then that you deserved to wake up in a particularly delightful fashion."

"Mmm, it's not even morning yet, though," she said in a raspy voice, her eyes drifting shut as she burrowed her face against the soft cotton of his T-shirt.

"I know. We can go back to sleep."

"I think I will," she whispered. "And then in a few hours, you'll get to wake up in a…" She yawned and kissed his shirt. "…What was it you said? Particularly delightful fashion?"

"Ooo, now I won't be able to sleep. I'm too excited."

"Don't think about it. Just sleep."

He chuckled and she felt him kiss the top of her head. She fell into a wonderful, satisfied, deep sleep a moment later.

Sarah squinted against the beam of sunlight that shone in her face, letting out a soft sigh and turning back towards the window to look. It was definitely morning now. She grinned as she thought of how eventful her morning had already been. It must have been around six in the morning, an hour or so before sunrise, when she'd woken up with Chuck's lips on her skin…and then what had followed after…

Mmmm…

With a satisfied smirk, she flopped onto her back and burrowed further into the sheets, turning her head to glance at the man who had made it all possible. He was dead asleep, a small smile on his face, his arms askew and the bed sheet pooled at his waist.

His shirt had ridden up to reveal a bit of his abdomen and legs were all akimbo, his pants a bit crooked on his waist. It was so different from what she'd remembered seeing almost a year ago when she'd stayed the night for their cover after Agent Barker had been taken by Fulcrum. Then, he'd been wrapped up so tightly in the sheets that he looked a bit like a caterpillar that refused to come out of its cocoon.

Sarah wasn't a simpleton. She knew why he'd slept like that…if he'd slept at all, that is. And she'd played it off at the time, pretending she hadn't noticed at all, that everything was fine. And then in the shower, she stood with her forehead pressed against the tile, the water pelting the small of her back as she thought of him lying so close to her all night but being unable to even press against him for warmth or comfort…

Now it was different. And he was so different. It was obvious with the way he was splayed over the bed that there was no discomfort at sharing the bed with her. He was sleeping so heavily now, without the wide-eyed, tired look she'd seen that morning.

Almost as if he'd heard her, he snorted a little and jolted awake, lifting his head and peering with sleepy, half-lidded eyes around their compartment. She wondered if for a moment he couldn't place exactly where he was when his brow furrowed in confusion. And then he whipped around and saw her lying there smiling at him.

He was suddenly transformed from a confused, tired little boy into an exciting, grinning, sexy man with tousled curls and soft lips and hands that knew exactly where to go and what to do…

"Time is it?" he muttered through his grin, still looking half asleep.

"I don't know."

"Oh," he mumbled happily, flopping back down onto his back. "I like that."

"Like what?"

"That we don't know what time it is."

"Frankly, I don't care what time it is," Sarah added.

"Isn't it fantastic?"

"Mmm, yes." Sarah took a deep breath and felt around the bed for Chuck's hand. When she found it, she threaded their fingers together and squeezed. "So. What are we going to do today, Chuck?"

"What we do every day, Sarah. Try to take over the world!" he said in a strange accent, his eyes widening intensely as he made his hands into fists, like some sort of mad scientist.

Sarah laughed and shook her head, knowing he'd just made a reference to something she'd missed out on as a kid because she was too busy conning unsuspecting victims with her father. "But what are we really going to do?"

He groaned and flopped over onto his stomach, his arm draping over her torso as his face pressed into her pillow beside her head. His answer came out as a muffled series of sounds and she giggled, turning her face towards him. "I'm sorry. I didn't get that. What are we doing today?"

Chuck lifted his face sleepily and rested his cheek on the pillow so that he could meet her gaze. Being this close to him, knowing that they'd just spent their first ever night together as a couple, with no cover story to establish, no danger looming over their heads, no lying and suppressing feelings—it was literally a dream come true. To know she'd spent an entire night wrapped up in Chuck Bartowski the way she'd always wanted it. It was better than she could have ever imagined. And she was quiet for a moment, taking him in. The unshaven, tousled look suited him.

It wasn't something she'd ever had the pleasure to witness. Not this close. Not when she could really enjoy it.

So she opted to enjoy it now, lazily resting her hand on his cheek and feeling his stubble with the backs of her fingers.

"I think we should stay in bed," she murmured.

"Do you now?"

"Mhm."

"Well, what is there to do in bed?" he teased, running his fingers down her arm and making her shiver.

"Mm, well, we can order breakfast."

"Mhm."

"Mimosas."

"Ohh, that sounds yummy."

"I foresee some wrestling."

"Wait, what kind of wrestling?" He looked incredibly concerned and serious, even though she knew he was neither of those things.

"Um…"

"Because if it's sumo wrestling, I'm not sure I can get behind that idea."

Sarah giggled and smacked his face softly with the back of her hand. "You goofball. We're not sumo wrestling. Although, I wouldn't mind seeing you in a Speedo."

"Oh, really? Well it just so happens the underwear things that sumo wrestlers wear are called Mawashi and it's basically a diaper but my butt cheeks would be hanging out. Sooo less appealing than all that, Sarah."

She didn't even want to know how Chuck knew what the diaper things sumo wrestlers wore were called, but she had a sneaking suspicion Morgan had something to do with it.

Sarah grinned cheekily. "I dunno. I'm kind of fond of your butt, Chuck." To emphasize her point she brought her hand down to tuck under the sheet and squeeze him right on his behind. He jolted a little bit and suddenly pounced on top of her, earning a squeal on top of her laughter.

"What is with you and my backside?" he asked, clearly amused. But there as an extra glint of desire in his golden eyes that she meant to make the most of.

"I like it. I always have. Even though it's a little flat…"

"What?!" he snapped. "It is not flat. Okay, granted, it's a bit…bony, maybe. But not everybody can make jeans look as good as Bruce Springsteen makes them look, okay?"

"Hey, I never said you don't make jeans look good, Chuck Bartowski. I like you in jeans."

He snorted, pushing himself up to straddle her and resting his weight on his knees. "Yeah, I bet you do."

"I do!" she insisted. "Although," Sarah continued with a devilish sparkle in her eye. "I also really like you in nothing at all."

Chuck tilted his head. "Don't say things like that unless you mean to act on them, Sarah Walker."

"I do mean to act on it."

"What about breakfast?"

"Breakfast can wait, Chuck."

Chuck took less than a moment to mull that over, before he swept his shirt off over his head and tossed it away. Sarah beamed up at him as he dove in to kiss her chin, dragging his lips down her neck, sucking on her skin and causing her to moan.

Then his hands slipped under her body and unclasped her bra. In less than a moment, Sarah found his lips wrapped around her nipple. That, coupled with the sensation of his chest hair rubbing against her lower belly, was making her want even more. "Chuck," she whimpered as his fingers slid under the waistband of her panties and squeezed her ass cheeks.

Sarah had discovered very quickly yesterday that Chuck Bartowski was skilled in the art of foreplay. The things he could do with his lips and hands were only rivaled by his tongue and passionate eyes. God, his eyes.

At the moment, he was peering up at her through his eyelashes as he gently rolled her nipple with his tongue. When he nipped gently at her with his teeth, tingles shot through her torso and all the way down to her toes. She gasped and waited for him to pull his mouth away a bit to grin at her, then she tugged him up to align his body with hers and bent her legs at their sides.

"Chuck, take your pants off. Now," she breathed. Foreplay was great fun, but there was a fire raging in Sarah that could only be quelled by having her Chuck inside of her. And she meant to have just that as soon as possible. If that meant skipping the foreplay, so be it.

With wide, amused eyes, he sat up on the bed and shoved the rest of his clothing down his legs and tossed it away somewhere, before crawling up to her and quickly ridding Sarah of her panties. And then he was nestled down between her legs, his mouth making a pattern along her inner thigh as he neared her sex.

Sarah wasn't sure if he meant to do…that. But it wasn't what she wanted or needed at the moment, as amazing and wonderful as he was for thinking of it. Perhaps she could request it later.

But right now, she realized she would just have to tell him what she wanted. So she did.

"Hey," she breathed a little wantonly. She felt a little bashful all of a sudden when he looked up at her from where his head was nestled between her legs. Wrapping her fingers in his curls, she shook her head. "I need you inside of me."

Chuck's eyes became large and they flashed with something Sarah hadn't seen in them before. Whatever it was sent her heart racing and the tingling in her fingers and toes increased tenfold. "Telling me what you want now, eh, Walker?"

His voice was so much deeper and there was a snap of something delicious in it, almost like the crackle of a bonfire on a cold night. She could only nod as she saw his jaw clenching and his warm golden eyes gain a tinge of purple. What have I done? She thought with a thrill.

Chuck climbed up her body slowly, his hands pawing at the sheets as his chest slid up every last inch of her torso until he settled all of his weight on her. It was a bit crushing, but he was so warm and his skin was so charged with electricity that she didn't care that her breaths were coming in short gasps.

And then his lips were on hers and his tongue was exploring and she heard him emit a low growl from deep in his chest. She felt his cock sliding along her thigh, dangerously close to her soft, aching core. She wanted him now.

"Now, Chuck," she whimpered into his lips. When he kissed her again, it seemed like he was ignoring her, if only for a moment, so she gently took his lower lip between her teeth and pulled. He yelped a little and lifted his head, gaping down at her as he ran his tongue along the place where she'd bitten him. "I said now."

An excited grin swept across his handsome face and she giggled a little as he situated himself on top of her. Apparently he was enjoying being told what she wanted. His hands wrapped around her hips and he was inside of her in one, swift stroke.

Sarah whimpered at the sensation, reveling in the fact that each time felt the same, but different as well. She couldn't put words to it, not even in her head, and especially not with the way Chuck was already thrusting in slow, powerful movements.

She hissed his name then as his arms slid around her torso and he angled their upper bodies away from the mattress. Sarah smacked her hand down onto the sheets beside them and clenched her fist in the material. Her other hand curled around the back of his neck, trusting him to support her weight as he continued his swift thrusts into her core. The sensations rocketing through her couldn't be described. All she knew was that her entire body was buzzing.

He moaned her name into her ear and his teeth gently nipped at her earlobe. She gasped and turned her head to kiss him, open-mouthed and a little sloppy. But it was all she had the mind for with what he was doing with his lower half.

Sarah Walker could not get enough of this man as she clung to him, lifting her legs and wrapping them around his body, rounding his shoulders with her arms. She let him know with soft whimpers and sighs, a gasp here and there, when he shifted the angle of his thrust.

And then her back was against the mattress again and she was whimpering for more, moaning when he pulled her legs from around him, taking her hands and pinning them beside her head. Sarah spread her legs a little wider, her heels against the mattress, and let out a long moan when he thrusted hard and swift against her. Each of his slow, powerful thrusts arched her behind off of the mattress.

She heard him grunting, gasping, groaning her name and it excited her.

Sarah knew how unprotected this position made her. She was at his mercy, really. With him pinning her arms down, his body draped over her. She was his. And she felt a tiny spike of fear come through the haze of unadulterated pleasure. Not because she was at Chuck's mercy, of course—she trusted him with her life and she loved him—but because she realized that for the first time in her life, she was letting herself go. At this very moment as Chuck made intense, passionate love to her, Sarah Walker's inhibitions and fortifications weren't just lowered. They were swept from existence.

Chuck let go of her arms and propped his elbow beside her, grabbing the headboard of their bed with his other hand and quickening his pace. Sarah buried her face in his neck and opened her mouth, letting out a whimpering gasp as he thrusted inside of her.

And then her fingers were in his hair, sliding down to sink her nails into his back, and moving even further down until her hands covered his backside.

When she squeezed, he whimpered her name into her cheek and she grinned wildly, enjoying his grunts as he slammed himself into her over and over again.

She came suddenly, with little warning. One powerful thrust into her g-spot and she practically exploded. Sarah wasn't sure what sorts of sounds she made because it was suddenly like a white screen had been pulled over her eyes. Spots danced in her vision and her limbs seized up. And she knew she said something, but she wasn't sure what.

And Chuck was still moving on top of her.

Sarah thought it was over as her vision cleared, but Chuck was still rocking into her, his own building climax showing on his face as he blew a breath out against her cheek. She wanted to help him but she couldn't. Her limbs felt immovable.

And…

Oh.

She stared up at him in unadulterated awe and pleasure as he came inside of her and another climax shook her. They moaned each other's names and Sarah thought maybe she'd even cursed. With the wide, laughing grin on Chuck's face, she was sure she had cursed.

And then they were still, Chuck's warm, sweaty body blanketing hers, his member still sheathed deeply inside of her, her arms still beside her head, her hands tangled in the case of her pillow. Their breathing was coming out in short rasps, their chests heaving.

Sarah blinked rapidly and let out a soft, whimpering sigh. "I think we're going to hell for that," she panted. She heard him chuckle breathlessly.

"We could do worse."

She let out a wanton giggle, low in her throat. "Oh, I hope that's a promise. Though I'm not sure how anything could be as good as what just happened."

She had never had someone bring her to two climaxes twice in the same day. Actually, she wasn't sure she'd ever even had two climaxes within a few minute period once. Sappy romance movies and books always insisted sex was better when you were in love. And it had sounded stupid and unrealistic. Sex was sex.

But this?

"Wow," she murmured. "Wow, Chuck."

"Mmmhmm," he grumbled, nuzzling her shoulder with his nose before he pulled out of her and flopped onto his back. "I need breakfast."

Sarah laughed loudly, covering her face with her hands. "So do I," she said finally as her laughter died down a bit.

"Like a lot of breakfast."

The phone was in his hand then, and she slid him the menu, still trying to control her racing heart as he rambled off items from the menu.

This was so good.

So very, very good.


A/N2 Hiyooo! How was that?

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