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I don't own Chuck et al. I do have an old and dog-eared paperback copy of William Gibson's magnificent Neuronmancer.
That is the genesis of this story. It just turned out way different...
Caution: Nudity and sexual themes. Yeah, that'll stop you from reading this...
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Sarah's Week.
Monday
Split, Republic of Croatia.
March 14th 2011.
Local time 0001. After ensuring that the suction cups were operational and secured to their lines, Sarah applied the enzyme compound to the surrounds of the window. She gave Chuck the advisory "OK, taking slack" and yanked on the agency version of a glaziers frame. The sheet glass leaned out from the top like a mail box drop chute.
Sarah pressed the up button attached to the parachutist style harness that was currently keeping her from going splat on the plaza some thirty three floors below, and was also ruining her silk dress in an intimate and unflattering way.
The motor on the rig back up on the roof, fourteen floors over her head, hummed and lifted her up ten feet. When she was above the top of the glass, she swung in closer and hit the down. She slid down the pane, until her feet hit the carpet of the office, their target on thirty three. "Chuck, I'm in" she whispered into her headset as she unhooked herself and secured her line so it wouldn't swing away.
Copy. Three minutes left, OK?
She smiled into the little boom mike "You worry too much, you know that?"
Yeah...That's why they pay me the big bucks. She could hear his return smile in his voice, and her little grin widened.
"What was I was looking for again?" she teased him, as she headed for the desk after checking the alarm system was in the self diagnosis loop Chuck had set earlier.
Sorry, you know I always fall asleep during those briefings. Um, was there something about elephants? No wait, a plot to kill Castro... Or have we done that...
She fished the little blue adapter from inside her brassiere. Their mark had taken his laptop home with him, but the ubiquitous blue Internet cable was poking out of its little hole in the desk. She knew Chuck had had something to do with the little devise, and was more than a little proud of his invention, and tried to hide it. Badly. She mated the devise to the connection, and sealed the wings in place, around the original head. In a few minutes, the adhesive would do its job, and the new connection would look just like a standard connection. But once plugged in, the agency would own an open portal into their mark's computer, and associated building servers. And at his home, once the device had been synched. Chuck was a little right to be proud, Sarah thought.
"OK, the connection's in place. Once the glass is back in place, I'm on my way back up" she said.
Copy, a minute and change left. Plenty of time, Sarah.
She hooked herself back up, and hit up. Once out, she swung the pane back into place and used the replacement adhesive.
She released the suction cup frame after testing the pane was secure, and called "Done. On my way."
Sure enough, his head poked over the edge to check on her. As soon as her golden locks came level with the railing, he positioned himself to help her over. His huge 'mission successful' grin was contagious.
As soon as she was safely on the roof, Chuck helped her get out of the harness.
An elegant and hideously expensive 'after five' number like that, should never be crushed up by crotch straps the way it currently was. Once free, she smoothed out her hem line of the midnight blue, mid thigh length dress while Chuck packed the collapsed equipment away, hiding the cases inside the cooling tower screens for the agency cleaners to recover later.
When he got back to her, she'd started staging herself to look suitable for the exit strategy. The crumpling her dress had received had been a factor, so she now messed her hair up, eased one bra strap over her shoulder into clear sight, adjusted her neckline so one partially lace covered breast was mostly exposed to the cool night air. A part of her body reacted to the fresh air, and pointed at Chuck. The budby caught his eye, and she smiled at him. He smiled back apologetically. She then smudged her make up. When Chuck got near, she looked up and asked "Ready?" with a smile.
Chuck nodded, and Sarah began to stage dress him too. She undid his bowtie, and top shirt buttons, as well as untucking and re-buttoning the bottom of his dress shirt, misaligning the last button and tried to muss his hair up. For the final touch, she freshened up her lipstick, and looking at him said "OK."
Chuck stepped in for the kiss. The object of the exercise was to smear her lipstick, as well as to transfer some to Chuck. The reason they spent well over a minute doing so was not quite protocol, but somehow that had been factored it into the time frame. And it was effective, because they both looked 'thoroughly kissed' right now.
He poured her a glass of the still cool champagne, and they both drank, leaving the alcohol to sit in their mouths. While they stood facing each other in a bizarre version a regular couple's mouthwash morning routine, they shared a secret, if bulgy, smile. And then it was time to rejoin the party back down on forty five.
As they stumbled through the fire stair door, and into the security guard standing on the other side, they were giggling drunkenly and still trying to kiss without dropping the glasses or bottle. The missed attempts caused more giggling.
"Woops. Sprung" Sarah said with the brilliance of the truly inebriated, as she swung on the arm of Chuck, steadying herself with a hand to his chest.
"What are you doing..." the guard started. Sarah's right breast seemed to rob him of the power of speech.
"Sorry, man. We just wanted somewhere... private" Chuck enunciated carefully. After a five second pause, he managed to figure out what the guard was staring at, he swung Sarah in to face him. As Sarah kissed him, he said quietly "Uh, honey? I think we left ..." he moved the neck line of her dress to cover her breast "...one of the puppies hanging..."
Sarah looked down in amazement, and then back into Chuck's eyes. After drunken pause, they both snorted and loudly made 'Shhh' sounds as they giggled into each other. After a moment to gather herself, she kept her chest pressed into Chuck's, and looked over her shoulder to the security guard and cheerfully said "Sorry about that, it's just..."
Chuck overrode her saying "You know what? We should get back to the party" and they eased past the guard.
"Wait! How did you get...?"
"Oh, the door was open, we just..." her fingers made walking motions.
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If he'd have been in position to, the guard would not have recognised the couple that moved through the party a little while later.
The tall elegant and stunning blonde didn't have a hair out of place, and would not have looked out of place on the arm of a sports star that got paid ridiculous amounts of money just to play a game. The tall nerdy looking guy in the tux was completely ignored. Internet money was the assumption of those that noticed the tall man as opposed to his dazzling companion.
"Come on, Chuck. One dance" Sarah tugged at his hands.
"Sarah..." he pleaded as she dragged him on to the floor "You do know I'm a gangly white guy, right?"
"Don't worry, I'll make you look good..." she gazed up into his eyes, after she'd got inside his arms for the slow dance.
They spent five minutes together. They held each other close, rarely speaking, or looking away from each other. They left the party when the music changed. Just as well, because strictly speaking they hadn't been invited to the party in the first place.
Sometime between catching the lift back to the garage, and climbing back into the van, they had required a fair measure of their 'thoroughly kissed' look.
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They drove back to their hotel. The nearest Doll chapter was in Greece, too far to get to in time before Sarah's microsoft expired. Once they were in their room, Sarah was in his arms again. For the first time they'd known each other in any form, there was no observer.
"I've still got a couple of hours, right?" she grinned hungrily into his kiss. She could feel his need, poking into her flat lower belly.
"Uhhh" he moaned, indecisively. He knew he would regret this, but if he didn't, he would regret it even more "Sarah... I want...I want this, but I don't want our first time to be... I don't want to be with you, and then unplug you."
"I know, but I've needed you for... We don't know how long it'll be before we get this opportunity... Chuck, I need you. You" Sarah paused, and swallowed as she gazed steadily up at him "The other me, she needs you too"
"Sarah, I lov... You know how I feel" Chuck realised he'd mostly said it. Might as commit. He already was, anyway "Sarah, I love you. I always have. Believe me, I want this. I want us. It's just... In an hour's time, Sarah, my Sarah will be gone. I'll have put her in the synch case over there. And Sam... Sam will be here. But she's you too. If I hurt Sam, I hurt you... She's not as strong as you are. Even though it wouldn't be, it would feel like I've cheated on you. On both of ... you"
"You love me?" she whispered, almost terrified of any answer.
"Always have."
She held him tight. "Wait for me?" her voice trembled into his neck.
"Rest of my life if I have to" he whispered back.
He could feel her make the decision. She pulled back a bit, so she could see his face "Well, I was thinking... tomorrow, before the flight..." and when he grinned in realisation, she kissed him.
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Before the unplug, she asked him a question "Chuck? Can I ask a favour? Can I... I think Sam would like to see this dress. Can I keep...?"
"Of course."
Somehow, this unplug felt different for Chuck. Normally, he needed to regather before he spoke to Sam. He found himself smiling as he safed the 'soft into the synch unit. Sam was waiting for him when he got back to the bed.
"Hi Chuck..." she hesitated when she realised she was wearing clothes. She looked down at her self, and a slow smile spread. Chuck too her hand, and guided her to the mirror, standing behind her, smiling at her reaction in the mirror "...I'm pretty..."
"Sam, you're beautiful" he corrected, as he kissed the side of her neck.
She looked at his reflection "Did we go to a party? You and me?"
"You were the prettiest girl there."
Getting a dressed Sam ready for bed was something Chuck (and Sam) had never done before. Sarah had looked after that for Chuck. Sam looked in puzzlement at the change in Chuck's playful attitude. The jewellery came off first, and then he let her hair out. After removing the makeup, the dress was next, leaving Sam in lingerie that was beautiful and breathtaking. While Chuck hung the dress, Sam twirled, looking at her reflection with a grin.
Chuck had issues with undoing the brassiere. But he got there eventually. Then off came the panties that should have been measured in troy ounces, since they cost about as much as that same amount of gold. He swatted her bare behind lightly, saying "OK, bed with you"
After stripping himself, he joined her under the covers.
"Chuck?"
"Hmm?"
"Something's different. With you. You seem ... happier"
"I had a nice time tonight. We had a nice time"
Sam was happy with that. Happy that Chuck was happy. As she was drifting off to sleep, she breathed "She loves you too. We both do..."
Chuck kept his arm around her, and smiled even after he fell asleep.
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Software moguls and their trophy wives slept in late. So did spies. Chuck hugged her when she promised to be good. "You're always good. I'm sorry we haven't done this before." This was the first time Sam had seen outside of an agency chapter house. Every other mission had been within distance of a secure facility. She held his hand tightly as they wandered and found a cafe with a magnificent view of the Adriatic. Sam split her attention between Chuck, and everything else.
When they got back to the hotel, Chuck began checking that the last of the packing was done. They had plenty of time before heading to the airport. When he got the 'soft ready, his hands were shaking. Looking over at Sam smiling patiently yet curiously at him did not do anything to calm him.
He got things ready, and knelt before her. Taking a calming breath, he said "OK Sam. I'll see you soon" and when she nodded, he then eased the microsoft into place. Sarah blinked, locked eyes with Chuck, and tilted her head microscopically. At the first hint of his smile, she threw her arms around him, and kissed him.
"Sarah..." he whispered.
She kept her lips pressed to his and whispered "You talk too much..."
He resisted a little, until her hands had trouble with a zipper for the first time in her life. Chuck's body reacted, causing his blood flow to change to an area now desperately needing as much pressure as was available. This then created a pressure drop elsewhere. Specifically, Chuck had time for one last coherent thought "Sarah..."
After that, the little caveman that lived in the back of Chuck's mind took over.
The first five minutes of frantic and desperately hungry sex eased off and Chuck realised he had lasted longer than at any time in his limited experience. He gazed at Sarah in wonder, and she back at him. They found their true rhythm, and began to actually make love. Now that they had the time, they began to use it, and explored each other's bodies in intimate detail.
Sarah had spent almost half-an-hour in a rolling sequence of orgasms. Chuck collapsed onto her chest, after he cried the last part of her name groaned out in pain/ecstasy in a reaction as uncontrollable as his ejaculation. He gasped for breath, gazing in wonder at Sarah. He could feel her still contracting in their shared finish.
For the first time in his life, he knew his partner had orgasmed. He stared into her eyes with wonder and amazement, breaking into a huge grin when she opened her eyes, and smiled at him.
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They made the commercial flight at the second call, once they cleared security. Lunch was served once they hit top of climb. After a little while, Sarah rested her head onto Chuck, and napped with a contented smile.
Somewhere mid-Atlantic, she woke and stretched in a sinuous and eye-popping way. "You know, I miss this" she smiled at him.
"What, travel, risky missions and boredom on the way home? Causing business men to have heart attacks?" he glanced at the couple of guys in suits desperately trying to not stare at her.
"Sleep" she said simply "And dreaming. I don't get to do that. And I guess all the other me gets to do is just that. But I miss dreaming. Me" she hugged his arm "Mind you, I had a very nice dream just now..."
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After landing at Dulles International, they were met by an agency driver, and were taken to the largest Doll Chapter on the planet, Washington DC.
Sarah showered before the unplug. Neither of them said much as she readied herself, but their gazes and touching spoke volumes.
Chuck made sure Sam was settled before proceeding to the debrief. She was happy to read comics while he was gone. He made sure she had a supply of Batman, her favourite in the DC line. She felt that Superman was a cheat somehow.
During the debrief, Chuck volunteered he had had sex with his agent. He had to, if Sam said anything, or if he and Sarah gave it away, without his saying something now... . At no time did he refer to it as making love. The only question that was asked was "Do you think this will change your ability to handle your agent?"
"I don't think it will change anything. My feelings for agent Walker are the same as they have always been" was his honest reply.
The debrief officer thought to herself 'about damn time' and continued the debrief.
There was already good data coming in from their mission. The link was a success. Confirmation was needed, but it already looked like their next deployment would be in LA.
They had the rest of the evening off, it was too late for the gym, Chuck booked time for that tomorrow, and after dinner they watched a double episode of some TV cop show about a pretty homicide detective, and a tag-along mystery writer.
Sam snuggled comfortably into Chuck's arm grousing at the star crossed lovers on TV "He should tell her" after the heroine looked longingly at her semi-partner as her current boyfriend took her to dinner. Chuck just nodded.
When the second (repeat) episode ended, Chuck realised she was sleeping. The jet-lag was brutal on him too. With a grunt, he carried her to bed, she smiled in her sleep, and mumbled something unintelligible that Chuck interpreted as 'uv ooo.'
Once she instinctively wrapped herself around him, he fell asleep in seconds.
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A.N. "Budby" (the roof scene) – Check out Douglas Adams' hilarious dictionary "The Meaning Of Liff" (yes, two effs). There is an online version. For some reason, that is the one word people remember from this book.
Coming next – Tuesday.
Playstation Tuesday...
Naked Playstation Tuesday...
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