AN: Let's get a few things out of the way: yes, I hate Twilight. No, there isn't any way you can convince me that Edward Cullen is a romantic character. No, I don't think any less of you if you enjoy either of these things. Yes, I am probably the slowest of the slow writers.
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, iPhone and its related applications, or that pasty, sparkly guy.
the sun says hello
The first time they "make love," that is, the first time she sleeps over, he is nervous as hell.
It probably has something to do with the fact that there is an extremely beautiful woman in sexy lingerie in his bed. Maybe. When was the last time he had an extremely beautiful woman in sexy lingerie in his bed? He swallows, nervously, toying with the idea in his mind for a few moments.
Jill.
He doesn't really want to think about her right now.
And he isn't completely sure why he's so nervous. He and Sarah are at least friends. They're pretty comfortable around each other.
Sarah creates a wall between them with one of his pillows. "Don't try anything funny," she tells him with a smirk. She rolls onto her side and pulls the comforter up under her arm. "Night," she says.
"Good night." Chuck pulls the sheet all the way up to his chin.
It isn't long before he notices the moonlight pouring in from his window framing her beautiful face. Her breathing has slowed, her hair is slightly ruffled, slightly out of place, and her warm feet are touching his.
He might explode.
An extremely beautiful woman in sexy lingerie is actually in his bed and is playing footsies with him. Well, unconsciously playing footsies.
He can't help but stare at her from the corner of his eye. She's calm, nowhere near as alarmed as he's feeling.
An angel. His heart might be melting a bit. He's never seen her this relaxed.
Then: a slight jerk. She rolls onto her back.
"Go to sleep, Chuck," she says with her eyes closed. She is still calm, still beautiful, still an angel. "And quit staring at me."
The flight back home from the mission in Australia is a long one. His muscles are sore, he's exhausted, and most pitifully of all, he is bored.
This plane, surprisingly, doesn't feature an in-flight movie, much to his dismay, and the film he's watching on his iPhone is slowly but surely eating away at his battery life. Casey can't be bothered and has shamelessly tuned him out completely, not that Chuck would have expected anything less from the lovable, short tempered, grunting mutt. He makes a mental note for future endeavors not to ask Casey to join him in a round of Tap Tap Revenge or Angry Birds. There's something about techno remixes of popular songs and computer generated robins cosplaying as grenades that makes him a little antsy.
Chuck blows out, slightly annoyed.
Well, Sarah is asleep in the seat next to him.
That's kind of nice.
She stirs, and lets out a slight snort.
Sarah...snores?
He's mildly intrigued. He figures she must be extremely exhausted. Kicking ass does do a number on the body.
She leans into him, and for a moment, she's so close to him that he can smell the conditioner in her hair. And just as she's getting comfortable—
She jerks right up; her eyes widen.
"Sorry," she mumbles, straightening. She pushes her hair back out of her face and leans into the plane's window.
He smiles to himself because he's realized how comfortable she is right next to him.
He sighs and looks miserably at the annoying low battery reminder on his phone screen. Ten percent of battery left, ten more hours to go.
Chuck is happy when she comes home after a long day of shopping/girl's day out with Ellie. He missed her.
"Sleep," Sarah moans pitifully, collapsing onto the mattress. She doesn't even bother kicking off her heels.
He isn't particularly happy that she's drained all her energy and doesn't seem to want to talk to him.
"How did wedding planning go?" he asks.
"Don't ask. Please. Just. Don't. Ask."
"That bad?" He doesn't expect her to answer him, but she does wave a hand in his direction. Eh, the gesture reads, not the worst thing in the world. But still.
"We picked out some bridesmaid's dresses today," she mumbles into a pillow.
"Oh?"
"And we're flying them in from Milan."
He chuckles. "At least it's only two dresses, right?"
She rests her head on his chest and lets out a small, content sigh. "Yes...We still need to find Ellie's dress…" She takes in a deep breath and closes her eyes. "It's been a long day."
"I can only imagine." Chuck is glad she's been more excited about the wedding. She really needed something about the planning to get into. Sarah snuggles in close to him.
"I hope you're not getting ready to fall asleep on me," he says, just as she's getting comfortable.
She tilts her head up to get a look at him. "Is that a problem?" she asks, suspicious.
"Sarah, honey," Chuck starts matter-of-factly, "you drool when you sleep. It's a wonder I'm never completely soaked."
"I do not." She wipes the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. No drool, she's safe.
"You do. Only a little bit," he says, "and even then, it's still quite endearing."
"Oh, shut up." She smiles, still fighting the drift into a dreamy state. "What are you doing watching me in my sleep anyway?"
He shrugs because he doesn't really have one answer for her. He loves the way her nose twitches slightly while she's dreaming. He loves the way the moonlight hits her face when they're cuddling. He loves when she's close to him and he can smell her conditioner: V05, strawberries and cream. He loves waking up to her.
He loves her.
Sarah's breathing has slowed. She's comfortable. She's relaxed. She's fast asleep.
He decides he won't bother her about the drooling and the snoring in the morning.
