Yes, I'm still alive. Here's episode four!
Crystal Versus the Chuck Me Mondays Challenge
Episode drabbles by crystalelements
Chuck Versus the Wookie
Everyone has a weakness. Figuring out John Casey's had been like a walk in the park. Or maybe in this case, a strip-down in Prague.
The moment the desk drawers fell from the NSA agent's hands, Carina knew she would fully enjoy the humiliation about to ensue. The sultry smile still tinting her lips, she glided forward and ran her hands down Casey's chest. He groaned in response.
"Like what you see, Johnny Boy?" She purred, pushing the black jacket off his shoulders and throwing the garment off to the side. Casey barely even registered the action, his eyes still glued to her form. Grasping his tie, Carina pulled him towards the bed. As soon as she felt the mattress behind her, she gave a swift yank, and Casey lurched towards her with a surprised grunt; she spun him around, shoving him to the bed with practiced skill.
Casey's breathing had become shallow. Eyes positively gleaming, the DEA agent draped her arms around his shoulders and lowered herself into his lap, lips tantalizingly close to his ear.
"Don't worry, no one has to know." Her voice dropped to a whisper, and she deliberately brushed her lips against the sensitive lobe as she spoke. "It'll be our. Little. Secret."
Nothing short of a bullet could have stopped the moan that escaped Casey's throat. Carina smirked triumphantly.
This is too easy.
She fixed her intense gaze upon him again as her hands delicately roved over his chest, stopping only to loosen and remove his tie. Then, without warning, she grabbed the front of his shirt and ripped it open; buttons went flying in all directions, and Carina swore she heard an almost inaudible whimper from the so-called "tough-as-nails" agent. She nearly snorted. If only they could see Major Casey now...
This time, Casey was aware enough to strip the shirt himself. Carina discarded his shoes and socks fairly quickly before closing in on his belt, her seductive smile almost predatory at this point. Once his pants had been tossed aside, she placed both hands on his chest and pushed. His back hit the mattress with a soft thump. Carina fell on top of him with a flirtatious giggle, fingers ghosting down his arms.
"Sorry about the diamond, Casey, but I really don't have it. We can still have a little fun, though, can't we?"
Casey's mouth opened and closed wordlessly as she guided his hands to the straps on her shoulders. He shuddered as his fingers grazed the clasps, and his eyes fluttered shut in a moment of bliss –
That's all it took for Carina to make her move. Before he knew what was happening, she had his arms above his head and a pair of handcuffs shackled around his wrists, effectively trapping him to the bed's headboard. Casey's eyes flew open in shock to see Carina grinning in victory, and the realization hit him like a swift kick to the groin:
An almost exact repeat of the "incident" in Prague. Hook, line, and sinker.
Oh, you've got to be fucking KIDDING me.
He was too busy being angry with himself to verbally lash out at smug DEA agent in front of him; another mistake, of course, because once again he was taken by surprise when she suddenly shoved a strip of cloth into his mouth and tied it behind his head. With a triumphant smirk, Carina let out a contented sigh and shook out her hair.
"Really, John, twice in a row? I thought you would've gotten over it by now, but I guess some things never change." Her smile became absolutely wicked. "Imagine what the government would think if they found out that Major Casey's real weakness wasn't actually a sexy DEA agent –" She plucked the black strap on her shoulder –
" –but the bikini she was wearing."
And, right on cue, Casey's eyes helplessly dropped to the skimpy piece of swimwear before he could stop himself. His face immediately scrunched up in fury at his own pathetic slip, and Carina laughed.
"I said I'd keep my word, Johnny Boy," she said with a wink. "It'll always be our little secret, 'kay?
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a diamond to retrieve..."
Why the hell is it so hard for me to write out simple episode drabbles? I honestly don't know. On that note, though, another reason to why this is so late is because I'm in the early stages of planning a huge multichapter Chuck project that is effectively kicking my behind. It's all I think about nowadays. Hopefully I can start working out the kinks and kicking the story into gear relatively soon...
R&R makes the author happy, not to mention more motivated! :)
