A/N: Today is the one year anniversary of me publishing Sarah vs the Life Unexpected. I tried to do something for it, but it wouldn't come to me. This however did, and I'm telling you guys, it's giving me that old feeling again….Thanks for the support, thanks for reading, thanks for reviewing, following, and just being the biggest cheerleaders! You guys rock!

A/N 2: I know what you're thinking…this has been a little tame on the fluff. I mean it's fluffy, but is it up to the fluffyness standards of Sarah vs The Life Unexpected? No….not yet. Hehehehe. Oh kids, hang on. Ch 4, Winter Wonderland.

Disclaimer: I do not own Chuck. I'm in therapy over that.

Chuck opened the door to the chalet and let Sarah enter first, because Chuck was raised to hold doors for ladies…that and Sarah told him she needed to check the security.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked as they entered the chalet. She turned to him. "Does your awesomeness off put some guys?" The look on her face told him the answer. He stuck his hands in his pockets. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "You're amazing and I would think any guy worth his salt would be ecstatic a woman like you would be interested in him." Sarah didn't say anything, but her eyes were screaming at him. They were blazing blue, a storm like he had never seen, even right before she had kissed him in front of the not bomb. "Sarah," he said softly.

She licked her lips and swallowed. "Yeah, Chuck," she said shyly.

"Are you gonna check the chalet to make sure no one is here to kill me?"

She kept her eyes locked on him, but took out her gun. "Chuck, that's twice. Once more, and you're gonna pay."

"I don't know what your talking about, Sarah," he said innocently. "But if I did know, I don't know that that's the threat you think it is."

He was smirking, and God she hated a smirked, but right then, she really didn't. "Uh-huh," she replied with a grin. "Stay here."

"If only there was a car for me to wait in," he replied.

She gave him a smirk and headed toward the stairs. She paused and thought about what he said. He was gonna do what he wanted, might as well have him with her. "You know what, on my six, Chuck."

"I got your back, Sarah," he said, starting to grab the bags.

"Leave them, Chuck," she said. "I know," she added quietly as he approached her.

Chuck had brought one of his bags with him and looked around as he followed her. He began to investigate the upstairs after she cleared it. He was in awe of the view out of the master bedroom. The mountains were covered in snow, the fire was crackling in the fireplace of the bedroom, and then he glanced over at the bed adorned with silk sheets. It looked like something out of a honeymoon suite. His eyes got wide at that thought and he snapped his head back around to look out the window. He had been in a plane for over 10 hours and he knew what he had to do. He needed a shower…probably a cold one.

"You mind if I grab a shower real quick?" he asked when she returned.

"Sure," she said. He grabbed his bag and started toward the door, when she gently grabbed his arm. "Why don't you use that one?" she said, nodding her head toward the master bath.

He swallowed. "That one has a big ole tub to relax in, and the one downstairs I saw earlier has one of those mega shower heads with a few more on the sides!" He was pretty excited about the shower. "Not to be presumptuous or anything, but I've noticed in your apartment some bubble bath and I assumed that's what you'd prefer after flying for that long, but if I'm wrong…."

"N-no…no you're not," she replied, licking her lips. She looked up at him, like she was forcing herself to look at him. Not because she didn't want to but almost as if she was exposed to him. Not in a sexual way, but one that left her very vulnerable. He leaned down slowly and gently kissed her lips and then he was gone leaving her alone in the bedroom.

"Get a grip, Walker," she muttered to herself. "You finally get the shot you want and you're acting like a teenager." She started to go downstairs when Chuck showed up with her luggage.

"Figured you'd take this room since it has the great view and you never get to enjoy any of the places you go to," Chuck explained, sitting down the luggage. "For once, you should get to enjoy the scenery."

"I would?" she asked. Chuck looked confused. Sarah swallowed. "Aren't we gonna enjoy it." She paused. "T-the scenery," she said pointing toward the window.

"Right, for the cover," he said, nodding and backing toward the staircase.

"Chuck, for the love of God, don't fall down the stairs!"

He chuckled. "I'm gonna go take that awesome shower, and get some fresh clothes."

He had turned around now, so as not to trip down the stairs. Sarah knew she shouldn't but she couldn't help herself. "Chuck," she called out. He looked over his shoulder "That bathtub, you said it was big."

"Huge," Chuck agreed.

"Big enough for two people?" He nearly missed the step. She stepped toward him as if to catch him and he caught himself.

"Uh, yeah, if you know, wanted to wash someone's..back."

"Hmm, good to know," Sarah said, not daring look him in the eye. She could feel the heat of his embarrassment from across the room. He went down the stairs and she grinned. He should have the good sense to be as awkward as she was about this whole thing. She took a bath, relaxing in the huge tub as she heard something. She listened, and it was Chuck singing Winter Wonderland. He had the right idea.

-ooooo-

"Major," Beckman said, coming in with Roan, Ellie, and Awesome. "Any movement yet on the Walker-Bartowski Front."

"Charah," Ellie muttered. Beckman looked at her. "It's the couple name I picked for them."

Casey stared at her, turned around, and muttered something about Bartowski's ruining perfectly good agents.

"How's Charles doing?" Roan asked.

"Offered Sarah the master bedroom, and offered to sleep downstairs. Sarah told him he should sleep in there with her, and he replied for the cover."

"Eh," Roan replied wincing.

"Wait, we're listening in on my brother?" Ellie asked.

"No," Beckman replied. "Surveying and if something happens…"

"If a miracle happens and he scores, we're cutting the feed," Casey replied.

"The miracle for her," Ellie said. Casey turned to her. "You know it sounded wrong even after I said it."

"No, Babe, it wasn't wrong, it's time for the Chuckster to break the streak, a little bow chicka wow, wow, and-"

"Dr. Woodcomb, please, a little decorum," Roan pleaded.

"Walker is gonna freak and run," Casey said, chuckling.

"Nay," Roan replied. "Charles will not rush this."

Casey turned to Roan. "How do you know?"

"Because, Johnathan," Roan said ignoring Casey's groan. "Charles understands romance, and while I teach seduction, you must know romance to be an effective teacher. They will not couple tonight." Everyone winced a little with that one. "But in the morning…." He spread his hands and shrugged, a proud grin on his face.

"I fell icky," Ellie said, and left.

"She ain't the only one," Casey groused.

-ooooo-

After her bath, Sarah put on her undergarments and tried to figure out what to wear. She had no idea what the plan was. They had a mission, but they were a couple on a romantic retreat. The first thing a young couple would do would not be to go into the village. She caught sight of a silk robe hanging and tried it on. It felt glorious. It was a little short, but she had shown more leg around Chuck. Besides, it was always fun to watch him try not to look at her bare legs. She came downstairs, and it sounded as though he was still in the bathroom. She sat on the couch, in front of the fireplace and leaned back into the cushions. She was watching the fire roar and trying to figure out what to do. Should she just sit there waiting for him? Should she be in some sexy pose? What the hell was she even doing?

"You okay?" Chuck voice came from behind her. She didn't yelp in surprise, but she wanted to. "I made you a cup," he said, handing her a cup of hot chocolate. She took a drink and moaned. It was the real deal, aw the Swiss. She realized what she had done and snuck a glace at Chuck. YEP, there was a smirk. He walked around and sat on the couch. Close, but not too close. He was quiet and so was she. "Maybe we should just go to bed."

She snapped her head around to look at him. His eyes widened as understanding hit him. "Sorry! What I meant was we left, it was a 10 hour flight, plus a 9 hour time difference. I didn't get much sleep and I'm guessing you didn't either."

She swallowed. "For a guy who didn't get much sleep you sure did snore alot. I think that was prior knowledge I deserved."

"Need to know," Chuck replied flippantly. Sarah grinned at him. "You ready to talk about….this?" He had made a circle motion around the two of them. She sat there for a second. "Or I talk and you do your normal listening and correcting?"

"You make it sound like the only time I say anything is when I need to tell you what to do."

"Chuck, stay in the car," he replied. She shook her head, fighting a grin. "Chuck, put down the gun."

"You would have shot Casey's toe off."

"Chuck, don't tickle me."

"You've never tickled me," she retorted. A minute later, Chuck found himself on the ground, Sarah on top of him. He had leapt at her to tickle him and she had quickly monkey flipped him over her head and followed up to make sure he wouldn't do it again.

"You could have broken something," he wheezed.

"I feel fine," she said with an amused grin on her face.

"I meant me," he said. She cocked her head.

"Want me to kiss it and make it feel better?" she asked. Chuck froze, and Sarah laughed, relieved. "You're just as bad as I am."

"Why?"

"All I can figure we've been fighting not to do anything for so long that now that we can…"

"Makes sense. Do you think it's you sitting on me that has allowed you to become so loquacious?"

"Possibly, good thing my boyfriend can handle it."

"You have another boyfriend?" Chuck asked. She smiled and shook her head. She stood up, and helped him to his feet. "Relax, Sarah, this is to see if we want more. I don't think that is the question, I think our question is how, and we can figure that out. This is all I ever wanted, Sarah. Us to just be honest about how we feel, being able to kiss you goodnight after a mission, hug you when I'm scared, or being able to be there for you, without having to worry about being shoved in a bunker."

"Now, who's loquacious?" Sarah asked. Chuck made a face at her. "Would you be stunned to know that a lot of guys in your position would want a lot more?"

"Nope, in fact, I'm pretty sure I know exactly who you're talking about. But right now, I'm exhausted and you deserve the full Bartowski experience."

"Does it come with a marching band?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, no, I'm afraid that's reserved for anniversary months divisible by three."

"Chuuuuck," she whined. "I can't handle the quips right now." He made a zipping motion to his mouth. She looked at him shyly. "Take me to bed."

He grinned at her. "It would be my pleasure." He offered her his arm and he took it. "For the record, you don't have the boyfriend seducing thing on under that do you?"

"No, Chuck," she replied. She waited until they got past the steps. "It's in the suitcase." She caught him as he stumbled.

-ooooo-

He woke up and found them spooned together. They had started out on different sides of the bed after a chaste kiss, but when he woke up she was against him, her back to his front, his hand covering hers. He had never thought anything felt more right in the world. There was no way he was going back to sleep but there was no way in hell he was waking Sarah Walker at this time in the morning. He got up, went and sat on the couch in the bedroom, looking at the snow and grinning at how it was nearly as bright as day with the moon reflecting off the snow. He got up, and began to put his coat on.

"What are you doing?" Sarah asked.

"I'm going outside," Chuck replied.

"Are you nuts?"

"No, it's snowing out there and I want to go be in the snow." With that he started down the steps.

"I'm not sure what's crazier," he heard her grumble. "You, or me wanting to be with you."

"I heard that," he yelled as he went out the front door. He found the spot he was looking for, turned, and fell straight backwards into the snow, his arms spread wide.

"What are you doing, it's freezing out here!"

"I'm making a snow angel, Sarah. I never get to, and I want to." He began to move his arms and legs back and forth.

"You're nuts, you know that," she said, walking towards him. He just grinned at her. "Oh, what the hell," she said, as she fell back, making her own. "Is it everything you hoped for?"

"More," Chuck answered with wonder in his voice.

"Really, I mean it's kinda neat, but at the end of the day all you're doing is moving your arms and legs."

Chuck was quiet for a moment. "I wasn't talking about snow angels."

She looked at him through her lashes. "You know this is one of those types of things Bryce wouldn't do. He wouldn't be himself around me, for that matter I couldn't be myself around him. Around you….I can be me. No judgement, nothing but…" she trailed off, and gave him a shy grin.

"You can say anything around me, Sarah."

She shook her head. "I can't open up, Chuck. I can't tell you all you deserve."

"Sarah, I don't need to know the past, I just need to know I'm your present and your future."

She stared at him, and rolled toward him, pinning him under her. "You are Chuck, for better or worse, you are my now and my tomorrow. You're my forever and a day. I just fear one day you're gonna wake up and run."

"Why would I run? You once told me there was nowhere I could run from you."

"I meant the government."

"I didn't," he replied.

"Okay, Chuck, for the record this is a bad idea, and we're probably gonna get hurt."

"Sarah, all we can do is try, and if we screw up, admit it, and try to fix it, and I'm pretty sure we've got a good track record of doing that."

"Aren't you cold right now?"

"My butt is frozen, but I really don't care," Chuck replied, grinning.

She smirked at him. "We better get you inside, I don't want to lose that."

He tried to look affronted. "Are you telling me you have been ogling my backside?"

She tried to give him a flat look but her lips twisted into a grin. "Can't a girl look?"

"Baby, you can do more than look," Chuck said. He worried the pet name was too quick, but she threw back her head and laughed. She gave him a quick kiss, got up and pulled him up. They got back inside. "I'm heading to my shower."

"Want company?" She asked shyly.

He looked at her, trying to say what was in his head the right way. "Yes, absolutely, but, uh, well….Sarah I want things to be special."

"I get it," she said with a smile that lit up the room. "Meet you back in the bed in a bit."

"Yep," he said, cursing himself silently that his voice rose an octave.

-ooooo-

He was lying in bed, watching the fire roar, trying to keep his eyes open. The bedroom door opened and a vision of beauty seemed to float toward him.

"Are you awake?"

"Yep," he said, sitting up, blinking his eyes.

"Oh, God, we can't even get this right."

"Wait, what are we getting wrong? We're here, together. What else matters? C'mere." She slid in bed beside him, and snuggled against him. "Now what's wrong with this?"

"Absolutely nothing," she admitted, as both feel asleep.

-ooooo-

Sunlight spilled through the windows as Chuck opened his eyes and saw her inches away from him. He reached up with his free hand and slowly pushed the hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Her hand took his as her eyes opened and looked into his. They stared at each other for a second, and suddenly her lips were attacking his. She pulled him on top of her as she rolled to her back, his lips finding her neck making her moan.

"Sarah, we gotta stop," Chuck said, panting.

"For the love of God, why?"

"I didn't pack any…uh-"

"I don't care," Sarah said. "Besides, I did."

-ooooo-

"Oh hell, no," Casey said, cutting the feed and diving for his phone as soon as they heard Chuck speak.

"What are you doing?!" Beckman yelled.

"Do you want little Bartowskis running around right now?!"

Beckman pinched her nose, but motioned for him to call.

-ooooo-

"Are you sure?" Chuck asked softly, Sarah nodded, and then he heard the phone ring. They shared a look. "Casey," they both grumbled.

A/N: Fluffy enough yet? No? Trust me. Reviews and PMs are always welcome. Take Care, Til Next Time

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