Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck.
The next day, they woke up late. They waited until they naturally woke up, which was incredibly rare in their lives. It made it that much more relaxing.
After they were both awake, they laid in bed, tangled up in each other, just enjoying being together.
"Good morning, beautiful," Chuck said after a while.
Sarah leaned up and gave Chuck a passionate kiss then trailed kisses down until she was back in her normal spot.
"Good morning, hubby," she giggled. She loved calling him her husband. It was still so new and exciting.
They had spent the evening before dancing and wandering around, taking advantage of the gorgeous location of their honeymoon. Sarah had somehow gotten the band to play a song for them, and it honestly meant the world to Chuck. She kept on surprising him, no matter how well he thought he knew her.
"Thank you again for last night." Chuck wanted to make sure she knew how special it really was.
"You're welcome. It was for both of us, you know that right?"
"Yeah, sure, but it was so special Sarah. You never cease to amaze me, and you continue to defy logic by making me fall in love with you more every single day."
Sarah crawled back up and gave Chuck another kiss, which quickly escalated.
"Smooth, Chuck, smooth." She was grinning seductively, and Chuck didn't let the opportunity pass. He reached down and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up so she was on top of him. He returned the kiss with even more passion, and soon they were engaged in one of their very favorite activities - competing to see who could get the other one naked first. Sarah won, as usual.
From there, the morning just got better. They ended up in the jacuzzi, basking in the afterglow of quite the session. They were softly kissing each other, and Chuck couldn't help but steal glances at his wife, who was naked on top of him in a jacuzzi on a secluded island. How much more lucky could I get, he thought to himself.
Sarah noticed Chuck zoning out, so she decided to reign in his attention. She reached down below the waterline, tracing her fingers down Chuck's chest, stomach, and finally found what she was looking for. Chuck's head instantly snapped back and he was looking her directly in the eyes.
"Why, Mrs. Bartowski, you are naughty," he said while barely containing his laugh.
"I just can't help myself, Mr. Bartowski. Besides, this belongs to me now," she deadpanned as she began to move back into position to begin another round of raucous love making. They were certainly taking advantage of the fact that they had the island to themselves.
"And these belong to me," Chuck replied as his view was suddenly blocked by two beautiful, perfect breasts. "Thank you," he said as he looked towards the heavens. He let a huge smile escape. Sarah couldn't help but blush at how cute and sexy he was being.
They spent another hour or so in the jacuzzi until they decided to eat lunch, which they proceeded to do on the bed in the nude. They kept feeding each other sensually, which led to them throwing everything off the bed and mutually enjoying dessert.
Chuck suggested afterwards that they go down to the beach. Sarah wanted to go to the resort and go to the beach there.
"Why?" Chuck asked sincerely.
"First, because it would be fun to meet some other people, and you know how we both love to people-watch. Second, I want to show off my husband."
"I think I'm the one who would be showing off, baby. You're probably the most beautiful woman to ever set foot on this resort." He had no hint of sarcasm in his voice. Sarah blushed again.
They changed into their suits, Sarah into a black bikini and Chuck into argyle board shorts that Sarah had bought him back in LA. They almost had to physically restrain themselves from ending up right back in the bed, but they finally made it out of their room and back to the main resort island.
They sauntered hand-in-hand, winding their way on the footpaths, until they came upon the resort's main stretch of beach. It was fairly packed, considering it was just after lunchtime. They scanned the beach until Sarah began pulling Chuck towards a spot she had eyed about a hundred yards away. They laid out their towels on the white sand. It hadn't gone unnoticed to Chuck that most of the men's eyes were firmly planted on his wife, and had been since they had begun their walk onto the beach. Sure, she was wearing a pretty skimpy bikini, and sure, he knew how stunning his wife was, but it still always irked Chuck that other men would openly ogle his wife.
"Grrrrr…." The grumble actually escaped Chuck's mouth, which was not his intention. He didn't want to seem petty or jealous to Sarah, especially not on their honeymoon. But, on the other hand, it was her idea to come to the resort's beach, and she had to know what would happen once they got here. She knew her affect on men, she had used it countless times to her advantage on missions. She also was well aware of Chuck's reaction to other men staring at her, and it wasn't above her to use it to tease her new husband a little.
"What is it, baby?" Sarah asked, trying to sound as cute and innocent as possible. Chuck eyed her suspiciously.
"Nothing," he quickly responded. Sarah giggled, and reached to cover her mouth with her hand. She looked up at Chuck, the sparkle of her wedding ring only outmatched by the sparkle in her eyes. She laid on her stomach, reached over and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen, and held it out to Chuck.
"Do my back, sweetie?" She asked. Chuck took the sunscreen wordlessly. As he was squirting some into his hand, he looked down, and Sarah was silently undoing her bikini top. She let the straps fall to either side of her body, and Chuck could clearly make out the sides of her breasts.
"Umm…honey….we're kinda…..public…..people….boobs…." Chuck couldn't form a coherent sentence. Sarah gazed up at him innocently.
"It's OK baby. I won't move. I promise. I just don't want any ugly tan lines. It's our honeymoon, and I want to be absolutely perfect for you." She started out using her cute and innocent voice, but by the time she said 'perfect', the conviction behind it was unmistakable to Chuck.
"Sarah, you couldn't get any more perfect if you spent the rest of your life trying. You are always perfect to me. Always." It was pure cheesy Chuck, but it was just the kind of comment that made Sarah's heart melt.
"Do you mean that?" She asked him seriously.
"Every word. You're my wife, honey. I don't lie to you. About anything."
"Thank you, Chuck. But I still want you to do my back, Mr." Chuck responded immediately by rubbing the suntan lotion slowly into Sarah's back, massaging in circles. He took a second to look around, and for as far as he could see on the beach, he saw jaws that belonged to most of the resort's male population agape staring at the newlyweds. Normally, Chuck would be red with embarrassment. For some reason, though, he wasn't really embarrassed. Or jealous. He was proud. Proud that he could land a girl like Sarah, sure. But mostly proud that they were even in this situation. So many different times in the past four years it had seemed so hopeless. She would never be completely his, and one day he was going to wake up and she would be gone, never to come back. It had been his greatest fear, even after she had accepted his proposal to marry him. He didn't really believe it was true until she actually had said, "I Do". Then it slowly sunk in. They were married. Forever. And, somehow, Sarah seemed to be the happier of the two. Chuck had never seen her more relaxed, easygoing, worry free, but most importantly, happy. Chuck's life goal was making Sarah happy, and right now, he was succeeding tremendously.
"Mmmmm," Sarah groaned at Chuck's sensual touch. He could feel his blood begin to boil. Not now, dammit. They were in public. "That feels great, Chuck."
"Do you want to go for a swim?" Chuck said, a little too quickly to allay suspicion. Sarah picked up on it right away. She looked up at him and quirked an eyebrow.
"What is it?" She demanded. Chuck knew that tone - stay silent at great risk to bodily health.
"It's just….doing your back….and you in that bikini….and then you moaned…" Sarah grinned widely as she realized what Chuck was saying. She couldn't blame him. She had been in a perpetual state of arousal since their wedding.
"OK. Let's go for a swim," she said devilishly. Oh Boy, Chuck thought to himself, what did I get myself into?
Sarah tied her bikini back up, to Chuck's relief, and was suddenly standing. She held out her hand for Chuck, which he took. Once they were both on their feet, Sarah leaned up and planted a kiss on Chuck's lips that lasted a bit longer than she anticipated. She didn't think he would respond in kind like he did, and she had to actually break it off before they started something they couldn't finish here. Well, she wouldn't mind, he would.
Before she knew what was happening, Chuck had her scooped up in his arms in exactly the same way as he had carried her across the threshold. She instinctually wrapped her arms protectively around Chuck's neck. She attempted to resist, which she knew was futile.
"Put me down Chuck!" She said with more than a hint of sarcasm and giddiness.
"Nope!" Chuck replied. "You're going in the water, Mrs. Bartowski!"
Sarah giggled and buried her head into Chuck's shoulder as he started to make his way toward the water. Most of the other guests who were in the general vicinity were watching them. Chuck held his head high as he strode towards the water. Sarah could feel the confidence in his step and in his demeanor. It was quite the turn on.
When he got about twenty feet from the water, Chuck started to jog as fast as he could with Sarah in his arms towards the ocean. He could feel her tighten her grip around his neck in anticipation. Soon he was running, trying to lift his knees high enough to run through the shallowest part. When he felt himself slowing down, he suddenly picked Sarah up with all his strength, and flung her as far as he could out to sea.
"AAAHHHHH!" Sarah shrieked as she flew through the air. She splashed down into the ocean, and Chuck was sure he could hear her laughing. Sarah's laugh was like the siren's song to Chuck. He was unable to resist it despite every effort. Sure, Chuck was unable to resist Sarah when she did just about anything, but something about her laugh made Chuck go crazy.
Before he knew what was happening, his blonde goddess was on top of him once again, her legs wrapped around his torso, her arms once again looped around his neck. She slowly moved until her mouth was an inch from Chuck's ear. He could feel her warm breath on his skin, and it caused him to shudder in delight.
"Now you've got me all wet…." Sarah smirked at her use of the double-entendre. She knew the effect it would have on Chuck. "You know how much I love it when you get me wet…."
Chuck shook his head. He was trying his hardest to stay calm, or at the very least, keep his pants on. Literally. His train of thought was broke by a pair of lips attached to his, a tongue begging entry into his mouth. Suddenly, he forgot was he was worrying about. He forgot where he was. He forgot his name. All he knew was there was a tangible piece of heaven currently making out with him. His focus shifted to his hands, which were now roaming all over his angel. He could feel her smile against his lips as he explored her almost-nude form. He could feel one of her hand leave his neck, glance over his chest, and begin a trek south. He grabbed her wrist with his hand.
"Sarah, no," was all Chuck could get get out between kisses. "Not here, baby."
"Why not?" She had pulled back and was now staring into his eyes. The look in his eyes told her what he couldn't say. He wanted nothing more than to take her right here, in the ocean, in full view of most of the resort. But he couldn't, wouldn't. He wanted her all to himself. He didn't want anyone else getting even the slightest peek at what was his forever. She completely understood. It was actually really cute how protective he was, especially about other men getting glimpses. She gave him a wide smile to let him know that she understood and everything was fine. He smiled back and kissed her again. They stayed like that for a few more minutes - her wrapped around him tightly, him in amazement at how incredible his wife is. Eventually she extracted herself. She took his hand in hers and led him back to the beach. They laid down on their towels again and simply rested, which was novel for two super spies, even if they were former ones.
After twenty minutes, Chuck decided he was thirsty. He looked over at Sarah. She had her eyes closed under her sunglasses, and she looked so peaceful, so Chuck decided against disturbing her. He quietly got to his feet and looked for anybody who worked at the resort so he could order a drink. Unable to find anyone, he groaned in realization that he was going to have to go walk to the bar. It wasn't that he was too lazy to do it, he didn't want to leave Sarah's side even for a moment. He wan't worried about her, he just needed to be with her always. One of the many reasons he married her.
Sarah opened her eyes slightly and almost instantly knew Chuck wasn't by her side. She not only could feel the lack of warmth on her right, she missed his mere presence. She let out a sigh as she laid back down on her back. He probably went to get a drink or use the bathroom, she thought. Maybe he needed a cold shower after their close call in the water. She smirked.
Suddenly the sun was blocked, and Sarah knew she was in someone's shadow, which obviously meant someone was standing above her. Great, she thought. Chuck leaves for a minute and I'm forced to fend off horny college frat boys. Awesome. She tried to pay no attention to the man standing above her, hoping that her indifference to his sudden appearance would send the message. It obviously didn't when the man didn't make any movements to leave. Sarah internally groaned. She wanted to meet new people, sure, but she was a happily married woman, and getting hit on by random men was one of her least favorite honeymoon activities.
"Are you enjoying the beach?" The man ventured. Sarah guessed he was probably in his mid-twenties, and he had a southern tinge to his accent. Probably Virginia, she thought. "Me and my friends have been here for a week, and we all decided you were the hottest girl we've seen here. How about you and I go get a drink, on me?"
Sarah didn't mean to, but she let a small giggle escape. She couldn't help it. This poor schmuck actually thought he had a chance with her. Her giggle didn't help - it encouraged him.
"Don't worry, baby, I'll make you laugh more," he said seriously. "I'll make your stay here truly memorable."
Sarah looked up for the first time and glimpsed her suitor. He wasn't ugly, but he sure wasn't handsome. She stared at him, mouth slightly open in disbelief at how clueless he was. She reached slowly up with her left hand, making sure her rings were clearly visible, and removed her sunglasses. If he saw her rings, he didn't make it known. He thought he was about to get lucky - luckier than he'd ever been.
"Let me guess. You're in college?" Sarah asked him, finally breaking the awkward silence. He nodded ever so slightly. "And you're here on vacation?" Again, she got a nod in affirmation. "Now, for some inane reason, you decided to come over here out of the blue and try to pick me up. First, you didn't take the time to realize that I probably was content being by myself for now. Second, you were too caught up to notice that I wasn't alone on this towel a few minutes ago. Third, you either didn't see, or, worse yet, ignored my wedding ring. Now, I suggest that you tuck your tail between your legs and whimper back over to your boyfriends before my husband gets back. I don't want him to get angry, we're on our honeymoon you see. So, I need him in top physical form for our ridiculously frequent and world-shattering lovemaking."
He just stood there. He didn't make a move to leave. He was in shock. Sarah waved her hands around.
"Hello! Did you hear me?" She was starting to get annoyed. "I asked you nicely, young man. I'm a happily married woman, on her honeymoon no less, and the last thing I want or need is to have to hear your pathetic pick up lines and sit through your misguided and wildly inappropriate attempt at picking me up. Please, walk away. Right now." Her voice had gone from polite to angry in seconds, and it didn't go unnoticed. He mumbled a soft 'goodbye' and quickly made his way back down the beach. Sarah smiled to herself. She looked down at her left hand and smiled even bigger when she caught sight of her wedding band. It had only been there for a few days, but nothing had ever felt so right to Sarah. It was where it belonged. She was where she belonged. With Chuck.
Suddenly, she felt another person block the sun. She growled. She'd had enough of that for right now. Whoever it was was just standing there, not saying anything. She looked up and instantly grinned.
"Hi, Chuck."
"Hi, sweetheart. I saw you making some new friends." Chuck laughed a little, which caused Sarah to laugh. Music to Chuck's ears.
"Oh, him?" She asked innocently. Of course Chuck had seen the whole thing, so he just smiled back at her. "He just wanted to take me out and romance me. I was kinda tempted. I mean, you were gone, so…"
"Sarah!" Chuck exclaimed. "I just went to grab a drink, see?" He held up his cuba libre. Sarah giggled, and Chuck realized he'd fallen for her teasing yet again. Sarah quickly stood up.
"Sorry, sweetie, it's just too easy sometimes," she cooed as she took his face in her hands. She softly kissed him on the lips, and let her lips linger on his mouth for a few moments.
"I forgive you," Chuck whispered, his eyes closed, his hands wrapped protectively around his wife's back.
"I love you," Sarah whispered back. The playfulness in her voice was gone, replaced by the loving tone that brought down all of Chuck's defenses. Well, there weren't really that many defenses left against Sarah.
"I love you," Chuck replied in the same tone. "This is so amazing. Just being here with you right now, on our honeymoon. Don't get me wrong, we could be in a dumpster and I'd still be happy to be with you. Wait, we've already been in that situation." Sarah laughed. "But seriously, baby, this has surpassed even my wildest expectations. Never, in all my dreams, did I think I could be this happy. And somehow, I get happier by the minute. And you are the sole cause of that."
Sarah blushed at Chuck's glowing compliments. He always knew how to make her blush, and over time, she had stopped trying to prevent it. She knew Chuck loved it when she blushed, so she stopped fighting it.
"You know, you're not the only one that's happy," Sarah said to Chuck's surprise. "I know I say this all the time, Chuck, but I've never been happier in my whole life than I am right now. I'm your wife, and you're my husband. I will never get tired of saying that. For the first time in my life, I feel like everything is exactly how it should be. I'm where I belong, in your arms. It took us a long time to get here baby, and I know most of that is on me, but now that we're here, I never want it to be any other way. We're going to grow old together, Chuck, and I am going to spend my life by your side."
It was Chuck's turn to blush, and he was even redder than Sarah had been a minute ago. Finally, he spoke up.
"I was kinda hoping you'd spend some of our life either under me or on top of me…." Chuck grinned at his wife. She grinned right back at him.
"Excuse me, but weren't you the one that stopped us from joining the below-sea-level club, Mr. Bartowski? I'm on my honeymoon, and, as your wife, I demand you take me to bed this instant. Now, Chuck."
"I'm not one to deny a newly married woman her wishes," Chuck said happily as he grabbed Sarah's hand in his and began to lead her back to their island. They forgot about their towels, they belonged to the resort anyways. They made it back over the footbridge and onto their island in seconds flat.
Chuck was lying on his back, staring up into the blue oceans of Sarah's eyes. He could clearly see love and lust in her orbs, and he repeated to himself his line about not denying her wishes. He smiled broadly, and his smile was met by her lips. She still had her bikini on. Chuck reached around with his hands and found where she had tied the straps into a knot. He slowly grasped one of the strings and pulled ever so slightly.
As Sarah's top ever so gently fell from her breasts, Chuck's eyes glazed over in amazement.
"Wow," was all he could eek out of his mouth. That caused Sarah to smile and blush. "I am so lucky…"
"About to get luckier," Sarah quickly retorted with a grin. She got off of Chuck and quickly stood up next to the bed. When she saw Chuck momentarily frown, she reassured him with a wink. As she stood there, topless, with her hands on her hips, she looked at him with questioning look on her face.
"Do I have to explicitly ask you, Mr. Bartowski?" He still had a blank look on her face. I guess I do have to be explicit, Sarah thought. "Chuck, come over here and take these bottoms off of me. Now, please."
That was all it took. Chuck was instantly in front of her, his fingertips just barely touching her bikini bottom. She nodded up to him, and he curled his fingers under the fabric and tugged. She bent ever so slightly to aid in their slipping down her legs. Now they were both standing there, naked, grinning.
"Best. Vacation. Ever." Normally, Chuck would say something like that, but this time, it was Sarah who made the comment that forced them both to laugh.
Sarah reached behind Chuck and picked up a remote off the nightstand. It was for the iPod speakers in the bedroom. Chuck's iPhone had been in the cradle pretty much the entire time, and when they remembered, they used it to set the mood for their activities.
She picked her favorite lovemaking album. After years of being with Chuck, her musical knowledge had begun to expand exponentially. After a lot of experimenting, she had decided on her favorite music to make love to Chuck to.
Legend by Bob Marley and the Wailers. Could there be more perfect music for their honeymoon?
The first song started, and they both smiled when they recognized it.
"Is this Love".
Bob began singing, and Sarah threw Chuck back down on the bed and started her ritual.
I want to love you and treat you right,
I want to love you every day and every night,
We'll be together with a roof right over our heads,
We'll share the shelter … of my single bed,
We'll share the same room, yeah, for Jah provide the bread,
Is this love, is this love, is this love, is this love that i'm feeling?
Is this love, is this love, is this love, is this love that i'm feeling?
As the album continued playing, and songs like 'Could You Be Loved' and 'Satisfy My Soul' played, Chuck and Sarah were tangled in the throes of lovemaking. They were beyond any describable actions, finding themselves not knowing where they began or ended. They were one, they were united, they were wed, they were together. And that was all that mattered. All that would matter.
When they were finally both spent, they found themselves snuggling in bed, rather on top of bed, listening to the waves crash against the beach and each other's heartbeats. Both of them considered that one of their very favorite activities in life - lying in bed watching the other one sleep, listening intently to their heartbeat. And right now, that was exactly what they were doing.
"I love you." Sarah broke the silence first. She didn't look up at Chuck, just kept her head buried in his chest.
Chuck was silent for a minute. Sarah could tell from his breathing that he wasn't asleep, so she wondered if he'd heard her.
"I love you," she said a little louder than intended. Chuck's eyes snapped open.
"I heard you, sweetheart. I was just trying to think of something to say," Chuck opined. Sarah looked up at him and he ran his thumb over her cheek tenderly.
"I love you works for me," she deadpanned back.
"Obviously, baby. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you more than words can describe. I love you more than a fat kid loves cake. I love you more than I could hope to describe in a million years. I just never want you to forget that."
"I won't Chuck."
Chuck got an idea, and grabbed the remote off the floor where it had ended up during their previous session. He switched over to Jack Johnson, one of Sarah's new favorites, and found the song he was looking for. He had introduced Sarah to it a few months before they got engaged, and it had quickly become one her favorites because of how it so easily related to them. It was called, of course, Better Together. Chuck wordlessly pressed play, then wrapped his arms around Sarah and pulled her as close as he could.
They just laid there, secure in each other's arms, and listened to Jack Johnson until they both drifted off to sleep.
There is no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard,
No song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things,
Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving,
Love is the answer,
At least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here, where do we go, and how come it's so hard
It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together
Mmm, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, we'll look at the stars when we're together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together
And all of these moments
Just might find their way into my dreams tonight
But I know that they'll be gone
When the morning light sings
And brings new things
For tomorrow night you see
That they'll be gone too
Too many things I have to do
But if all those dreams might find their way
Into my day to day scene
I'd be under the impression
I was somewhere in between
With only two
Just me and you
Not so many things we got to do
Or places we got to be
We'll sit beneath the mango tree now
Yeah, it's always better when we're together
Mmm, we're somewhere in between together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together
I believe in memories,
They look so, so pretty when I sleep
Hey now, and when I wake up,
You look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time,
And there is no, no song I could sing
And there is no combination of words I could say
But I will still tell you one thing
We're better together.
A/N: The songs used in this chapter are "Is This Love" by Bob Marley and the Wailers and "Better Together" by Jack Johnson.