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The train escapades...the traincapades...snort...continue!

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"Will you be having the eggs benedict? Or perhaps…" With a flourish, Chuck swept the silver dome away from the second plate. "…The eggs benedict?"

Sarah giggled from where she lie prone and naked on their bed. "I think the eggs benedict sounds nice. And maybe I'll have the scone instead of the scone."

"Good choice with the scone."

"Thank you."

Chuck placed their breakfasts on the bed between them, wearing nothing but his boxers, his hair mussed from sex, red lines on his upper back from her nails (thankfully she hadn't broken the skin, though), and a look on his face that bespoke an incredibly pleasant amount of contentedness. "Hope you don't mind the makeshift table here. We'll just have to be careful about not spilling because I don't know what the laundering policy is on this train. And we need our bed."

Sarah was silent for a moment, a mimosa held elegantly between her fingers, her legs tucked beneath her body and the rest of her deliciously and completely on display for his viewing pleasure. And then he saw a spark of mischief in her blue eyes as she swirled the champagne and orange juice around a bit before taking a dainty sip and licking her lips.

It was incredibly sexy.

But then…so was just about everything she did.

"Do we?" she asked quietly.

There was so much in the way she said it, and so much in the way she peered at him through her eyelashes, a little smirk on her face, her head tilted coyly. Chuck's mind was flooded with images of what they'd do if there wasn't a bed in this room. "Uh…" He swallowed thickly, then took a long drink from his mimosa.

Sarah laughed. "With the things we've already been doing, and you weren't exactly bashful about them either, Agent Bartowski, I'm surprised that thought hadn't occurred to you before now."

"Who says it didn't occur to me?" he asked, his voice a little deeper than he'd meant for it to be. He set down his drink and picked up his fork and knife, going to town on the warm, soft egg, watching as the runny yoke mixed with the soft, yellow hollandaise. "Spinach, huh? Healthy."

"Mhm. It's good for building energy."

Chuck met her gaze again and was stunned to find that same pleased smirk on her face. She was insatiable. He didn't want it any other way.

He finished the meal in moments, practically licking the plate clean by swiping at it with his scone. Then he dipped the rest of his scone in his coffee and gobbled that up as well. Reaching over to the end of the bed, he picked up the bowl of sliced fruits, a blend of strawberries, melons, and grapes, and set it between them, putting aside his empty plate.

Sarah was right behind him in finishing her breakfast and he was reminded that the woman had a voracious appetite. Just another reason why she was perfect.

A strawberry was suddenly pressed against his lips, and he'd missed her question as distracted as he was. "Huh?" he asked around the strawberry he accepted into his mouth as she licked her fingers and fed herself a melon orb this time.

"Your mind is somewhere else, apparently," she said, seemingly amused by it.

"It's on you. Which I guess is odd, since you're right here. So I guess I should be paying attention to the real you that's in front of me in the…" He sucked a breath in through his teeth and let his gaze slowly slide down her bare figure. "…smooth, soft flesh."

"That's a good idea." Then she paused, popping a grape in her mouth. "Chuck?"

"Hm." He shoved two balls of watermelon in his mouth at once and chewed a little louder than was probably appropriate. But if Sarah hadn't called him out on it yet, she most likely didn't mind it too much.

"You're going to think this is really weird." She nibbled on her lip and he found himself frowning a little. "And random." Sarah paused, flicking a piece of honeydew to the side to get at the strawberry beneath it. But then she didn't eat the strawberry; she just peered down at it.

"What is it, Sarah? You can tell me. I'm both weird and random. I promise you can't shock me in that department. And I worked with Jeff and Lester for…too many years." He gave off a theatrical grimace and she chuckled.

"I know I can tell you. It's not a big deal. It's just that…I've kept so many things from you. Things that were really trivial. And when you asked, I wanted so badly to tell you but I was afraid. And I'm not anymore. Afraid, I mean."

"You're not?"

"No."

"So what do you want to tell me?" Chuck felt his heart thumping madly against his ribcage and he was reminded of the sharp pain that had shot through his chest not too long ago when he'd overheard Sarah tell Shaw her real name. It had hurt him more than words could ever describe. But he had to shake that memory away, and remind himself that they were here now, together, safe, in love.

"When I was a little girl, I had this teddy bear. He was my favorite thing in the whole world. And one of the only things that made me feel safe—like I belonged somewhere. Especially when my dad was gone on a con, I could always count on my bear."

She paused long enough that Chuck found his curiosity getting the better of him, and he decided to spur her on a little. "What'd he look like? Your bear?"

Sarah grinned. "Uh, he was a black bear. With brown button eyes. And a forest green vest. I was adamant that it wasn't just a green vest. It was forest green." That made him chuckle, which caused her to beam a little brighter. "And the pads of his feet and paws were brown. And he was so soft. Here's the kind of weird part. You'll probably laugh at me." She scrunched her nose up and looked away shyly. "But your hair kind of feels like him. I know. It's totally weird!" she rushed out when his eyes popped.

"My hair feels like your childhood teddy bear?"

"I know. I totally just weirded you out, right? It's just something I thought about in the hotel room in Paris when we were…you know…" She shrugged a shoulder. "I probably shouldn't have told you that, though."

Chuck shook his head. "I mean, yeah, it's kind of…random. But it's also cute. And sweet."

She pursed her lips and crossed her arms, looking down at the fruit bowl again. "Yeah, well. It's also a little dumb of me to have told you that. But I couldn't resist. I like your hair," she added a little pitifully.

"I know. You always touch it. My hair and my butt, although the butt thing is a newer development."

"Not so new as all that," she muttered so softly that he almost missed it. And for a moment, he wondered how often Sarah had checked out his ass without him knowing. And when was the first time she had…No, he was getting off topic.

"Is that gonna be a thing with us?" he continued before he went too far in his musings. "You having a thing for my hair and my ass?"

Sarah giggled. "Yeah. I think so."

"Good. I can get behind that…no pun intended."

They met gazes and both laughed. His heart was full, as cheesy as that was, and he leaned forward to lightly kiss her nose, feeling her fingers comb through the curls on his head.

"His name was Sam."

Chuck jolted a little. Sam?

She bit her lip and shrugged.

"Your teddy bear was named Sam?"

"Yeah. My dad named him for me because I couldn't decide. And the name wasn't that important. Sam was important. The way he was. And how he looked and made me feel comfortable in bad situations. Which my dad got me into a lot. So the name wasn't what made him special. It was just…him."

"Your teddy was Sam," Chuck couldn't help but repeat.

She nodded. "I told Shaw my stuffed animal's name. That's what you heard. I almost told him the truth but I couldn't. As lost as I felt at that time, and as scared as I was that I was losing you, in the end I couldn't do it. I couldn't tell him the truth. There was something about the moment that felt wrong. Maybe it was just that the person was wrong. So I told him Sam was my real name."

"Sam was your teddy," Chuck breathed. He wasn't as elated as he thought he should have been. Instead, he felt calm. He understood. It made sense. And he was incomprehensibly glad. "You lied to Shaw."

"I did."

"So. So, so…What—What is your real name?" He was suddenly terrified that she wouldn't tell him. And while it was a part of who she was, this fear of letting anyone in, the discomfort she had with relinquishing the details of her past, it would still hurt if she blocked him off, shut him out. "If it's okay for me to ask…now. That is."

He was nervous. Worried that she'd look away and refuse. Or maybe she'd lie. And he wouldn't know either way.

Would it change things?

No. He'd still love her just as much, with every last fibre of his being. And he'd still want her. And cherish her. And accept her for everything that she was, everything that she wasn't.

But it would hurt. He couldn't deny that it would hurt.

"Sarah."

"What?" Chuck blinked. She just shrugged again. "Sarah?"

"That's my real name. The name I was given at birth. Sarah."

His jaw fell into his lap. Sarah was her real name? She was a Sarah. But it made sense that he felt that way, because Sarah was how he knew her. Sarah was the name that permeated his dreams at night. Sarah was the last thing on his mind when he fell asleep and the first thing when he woke up in the morning. Sarah was her real name.

"Is—ahem—But why would the CIA give you the same name that you were born with?"

"Bryce had the same name he was born with, didn't he?" She shrugged.

"But that's different. He was recruited after college. You were…" What was she, exactly?

"Sucked out of high school after my dad went to prison. Yeah. I know. But Sarah's a pretty common name. And Graham somehow knew that was my real name. I think maybe a part of him thought it would make me more comfortable at the Farm. To have the name I was born with. Walker was just a throwaway."

Chuck shook his head slowly. She was Sarah. Born as Sarah.

His Sarah.

"You just told me your real name."

"I did." She seemed to be watching him closely, gauging his reaction, maybe even a little nervous. And he realized how hard it must have been for her to tell him this. How difficult it must have been for her to open her mouth and tell him a truth no one else knew about her besides her father—and maybe her mother, if she was even alive.

"Thank you." It was all he could think to say.

She timidly reached up to tuck a strand of wavy blond hair behind her ear and he gently took her hand and pulled it to his lips for a soft kiss over her knuckles. Fastening his gaze on hers, he then brushed a kiss on her wrist, then further up her arm.

Sarah smiled softly and moved the fruit bowl, picking up a chunk of strawberry and setting it on her tongue as Chuck got to her elbow. And then he dove in and captured her tongue between his lips, stealing the strawberry from her as she giggled and leaned back against the arm he wound around her. "That was mine," she admonished, raising her eyebrow primly.

"Sorry."

"You're not sorry."

"I'm not sorry." He nuzzled her neck and pushed her back against the pillows, draping one hand over her breast and giving a hearty squeeze. She hummed low in her throat and wrapped a leg around his, her toes tracing a pattern up and down his calf.

Her lips pressed into her temple and she sighed gustily, massaging his shoulder with one hand and the small of his back with the other. "Mmmm, Chuck," she hummed into his ear. With an involuntary jolt of his hips, he felt the recognizable pressure in his nether regions and reached down to divest himself of his boxers.

Chuck swung them around a few times on his pointer finger before tossing them off to the side and Sarah practically chortled, burying her face in his shoulder. "Sorry. Always wanted to do that for some reason."

He blushed as she continued to laugh. As she pulled back, he saw tears brimming in her eyes and he felt his entire chest suffuse with warmth. "You're such a nerd," she said through her laughter. "But that was pretty adorable." She sobered a bit, but was still grinning wildly. "Maybe later you can give me the full strip dance, huh?"

"Oh God. You don't want that."

"What if I do?"

"You don't."

"Oh, I think I do."

Chuck's hand drifted down her side and pushed between her behind and the mattress. Sarah gasped and giggled. "You seem to have a thing for my backside as well, Mr. Bartowski."

"Mmm, maybe." His lips hovered over hers. "I'm just trying to get to know you, is all."

"Well, that's my ass."

"Oh. And uh…what's this?" His fingers drifted up to her belly button.

"My belly button." She finished in a soft whimper as he kissed the spot where her jaw and ear joined.

"And this?"

"My waist?"

"This?" he whispered, taking her bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling a little.

"My mouth."

"This?"

"My knee."

He could feel her chest rising and falling with quick breaths. "That's my thigh," she said, her voice a little strangled.

"And this?" he said into her ear. His hand moved between their fronts and gently cupped her sex in his hand, his fingers dipping down to rub along her entrance.

Sarah's mouth opened wide, a silent cry emitting from between her lips. With a pleased (and maybe even smug) smile, he dropped his lips to her cheek and arched his hips into hers. One of his fingers dipped into her and her leg kicked, sending the bowl of fruit off the bed and thumping against the floor.

"Sarah, I think we dropped the fruit," he murmured against her throat, arching his hips again.

"I don't care," she whimpered, grabbing his face and kissing him full on the mouth.

Sarah Walker was an amazing kisser. And when she put her all into it, it was incredibly intense, passionate, and completely mind blowing. So much so that he lost his control and pulled his hand away, instead pulling her flush against him and kissing her back with everything he had.

He barely felt it when she flipped him onto his back and straddled him, pulling her lips away and sitting up to peer down at him smugly. "Wooow, you're so good at that," he said dreamily, a slow smile growing on his face.

She bounced a shoulder in faux modesty and ran her hands up his chest, then back down again. "I'm good at other things, too."

"Lots and lots of things." His eyes followed her hands as they stroked down his arms, then back up to his shoulders. And then his eyelids fluttered and he groaned when she tangled her fingers in his hair.

Chuck dragged his hands up her legs and held onto her hips as she lowered herself onto his erection, not stopping until he was fully buried inside of her.

Sarah began to move back and forth, her hips arching gracefully, grinding into him. The soft panting, mixed with sighs and whimpers—It was all driving him mad, but he strove to meet her with his own thrusts.

And then he said her name. Her real name. He knew she felt it—the difference in the way he said it. Because her rhythmic movements stilled for a moment and she looked down at him, her eyes softening behind the lustful haze, a bright (but small) smile on her lips.

Sarah leaned down to rest her torso against him, kissing the corner of his lips gently before kissing him properly, nudging his mouth open with her tongue and exploring. As they kissed, they both moved together, their hands dragging over one another's skin, grappling, grabbing, caressing.

Chuck groaned into the kiss and she pulled her lips from his at a particularly hard thrust, letting out a soft, whining gasp. They rubbed their noses together and he rolled her onto her back, holding her against him tightly, kissing and suckling her neck as he sped the pace.

The sounds she made drove him into a frenzy and he tangled one of his hands into the pillow beside her head, groaning her name, kissing her lips, stroking her leg that she bent at his waist.

Her orgasm swept over her and he pulled back to watch her face. It was a sight he wouldn't be able to put into words if he tried. But it was utterly beautiful. He made it last as long as possible until she was moaning his name, her cheat heaving, her hands squeezing the muscles in his back.

And then she rolled them over and her hands were clutching the pillow beside his head and she was riding him, her lips moving over his as she arched her back, her hair falling over both of their faces.

They pulled their lips apart and both opened their eyes, staring, embracing the moment. And then Chuck couldn't help but breathe a heartfelt "I love you" against her lips before he climaxed and emptied himself inside of her.

She threw her head back and gasped as he felt the intensity of his climax overtake him.

A few minutes later, they clung tightly to one another, their limbs so entangled that it was a wonder they didn't just meld together into one being. Their lips were attached, moving slowly, tongues brushing, hands squeezing at whatever part of one another's body they could get at.

Chuck stared at her when they pulled away, stroking along her wrist with the tips of his fingers.

He knew there was fruit and perhaps a broken bowl (though he didn't hear the shatter he expected he'd hear if that were the case) laying at the foot of their bed. But he didn't care at the moment. All he cared about was the woman lying beside him, her eyes shut, trying to control her breathing.

Sarah Walker, his brain murmured softly and he smiled, knowing that his emotions tended to get a little frayed after sex and trying to fight back the mistiness in his eyes.

He could barely contain himself when Sarah turned her hand over and threaded her fingers in his. When she squeezed, his heart grew a few sizes and he was sure he had never been happier in his entire life than he was at this moment.

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