Author's Note: Another long wait. I'm so sorry. I'm not making any promises anymore about how soon I'll be posting, BUT know that I will keep posting! I love writing this story and I love Chuck fic. It's the perfect break from life! So thanks everyone who has reviewed so far! And sent messages. And thank you to all my readers!

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"How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?"

Sarah turned just in time to see her boyfriend swing his arm around and throw a large chunk of wood into the water. She laughed and thrusted her arms out. "Did you just do that? Really?"

"I did. I would say I've been waiting to do that since I was a kid, but it actually just occurred to me a second ago while I was standing back there holding that piece of wood." He shrugged, wiping his hand on his swim trunks and leaving a smear of dirt there. "You know…chuck and…Chuck."

She shook her head and chuckled. "You're the hugest dork I've ever met."

"Nerd."

"No, dork this time. I actually mean dork."

"I'll take it."

He slung his arm over her shoulders and tugged her into his side. This was their third day in Cambria and it hadn't gotten any less gorgeous, or any less restful, or any less amazing. This was, however, the first time it had been warm enough to put swimsuits on. Granted, even then, Sarah had donned a grey cotton pull over and black shorts, and Chuck wore an old T-shirt with his swim trunks.

Sarah pulled Chuck a little closer to the water so that the waves licked at their toes. It was cold, but it wasn't anything she couldn't get used to. Especially since she'd been in her fair share of freezing rivers and lakes to evade capture during missions. Chuck might have some trouble, but he would just have to deal with it.

She tugged him a little closer to the water, but he resisted. "That is actually cold."

"Yeah? So? Could be a lot worse."

"Are you kidding me? I'll freeze my ass off if I go in that!"

"Five minutes and you'll be totally fine!"

"But that's five minutes of freezing and by then I'm gonna be an icicle."

Laughing, she unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her legs, revealing her green bikini bottoms. She tossed the shorts further up the beach, and held out her hand towards him.

"I'm not going in there with you. Nope."

"Stop being a wimp and give me the house keys."

"I don't know if you know this, but calling me a wimp isn't going to make me go out there." And yet, he took the keys out of his swim trunks' pocket and handed them to her. She tossed them to land perfectly on her shorts, a safe distance away from the tide. Her loose cover-up joined them immediately after, leaving her in nothing but her bikini. Goosebumps rose all over her body. It wasn't as warm as she'd like, but she wasn't going to complain. They were at a beach after all. And she wasn't going to be here for a week without going in the water at least once.

"That's a shame. I don't really like swimming alone." She backed towards the water and tilted her head with a flirtatious pout.

"Is this something you do often? Wandering out into the ocean, seducing unsuspecting fellows like myself into the icy depths?" He crossed his arms and watched her, and she realized as she moved further and further into the water that it was actually pretty cold.

Not cold enough to make her stop, though. That was for sure.

"Excuse me. The only fellow I've ever invited to swim with me is you, I'll have you know." She didn't mean to sound quite so huffy, but Sarah was a little miffed that he would tease about her with other men, even if it was a general statement that was meant jokingly.

He must have heard the sincerity in her tone, because his smirk died on his face and he uncrossed his arms. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. I'm apparently still capable of sticking my foot in my mouth. Sorry."

She giggled and shook her head. "It's okay."

Chuck watched her quietly for a second, then sighed heavily, rolling his eyes and tugging his T-shirt off. Apparently, her boyfriend had decided the verbal apology wasn't enough to make up for his blunder, and he winced as he moved further and further into the water. "Oh my God! How are you doing this right now?"

"I'm a bad ass," she shrugged, giggling when he rolled his eyes again.

"Well, I guess I can cross 'Swim in the Arctic' off of my Bucket List."

"Oh God, Chuck. This isn't even close to the Arctic."

"When I get hypothermia, you'll change your tune, Walker."

She just laughed, now up to her mid torso in water. She glanced over her shoulder as a wave came in, and dove underneath it, coming up on the other side gracefully and pushing her hair out of her face. As she turned to look at Chuck, she saw that he was making progress, even though he looked a little bit like a wet dog standing in a bathtub.

"You look ridiculous, Chuck. Just go all the way under and you'll feel better."

"It's so cold!"

She laughed, diving under another incoming wave. The waves were starting pretty close to the shore, so it wouldn't take long before they could wade out past the waves where the water was calm.

Chuck finally reached her a few minutes later, and she found she could barely touch and keep her chin above water. However, Chuck had no problems, considering how insanely tall he was. He was shivering and his teeth were chattering a little, but he looked no worse for wear.

And she giggled when he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off her feet and cuddling against her. "Awww," she said, stroking his hair back. "It's not that bad, is it?"

"Could be worse, I guess. 'Least I have something warm to snuggle."

"Mmm, Something-Warm is not complaining." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his temple, shutting her eyes.

They stayed like that for awhile, and she felt him shiver every so often, and pull her in tighter.

But then his hands began to stray, stroking along her back, up and down her sides, over her shoulders, and sometimes sneaking as low as her thighs before sliding back up again. "Trying to warm your hands, Bartowski?" she teased, knowing that was not his goal in the slightest.

"Sure. That's what I'm doing."

"Uh huh." Sarah cast her eyes towards the shore, scanning land, and up on the hills to see if anyone was around. They were completely alone. Which made sense, considering the direction they'd walked in was away from town, past their lone cabin on the hill.

"You know, my hands are a little cold, too," she admitted, gently nipping his earlobe with her teeth before putting both hands on his chest and pushing herself back a little. He loosened his grip on her just enough to still have his hands on her waist and looked up at her with a small smile.

"Oh, well then…by all means!"

Sarah laughed softly and kissed him, dragging her hands down his chest, feeling the goosebumps on his arms as she stroked her fingers over them next. And finally she rounded his torso to knead his lower back. Chuck groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. "That is…amazing."

"Feeling a little warmer?"

"Mmm, not quite."

Sarah cocked an eyebrow, knowing exactly where this was going. He knew it too if the cheeky nose wrinkling were any indication. Or maybe he didn't, considering he wasn't one for PDA. Nobody patrolled the shores of Cambria for public indecency, though. And they were at least a mile away from civilization.

If she did this right, she might cross something off of her own Bucket List.

She found the front of his trunks and slowly tugged at the string. So slowly that he seemed to not even notice. But when her fingers rubbed at the hair on his lower belly, then dipped under the waistband, he responded with wide eyes and a strangled gasp.

"Um…w-wait." He grabbed her wrist and stopped her, but she noticed he didn't pull her hand away. His head whipped around to look at the shore. "We can't."

"Why not?"

"We're out in public for anybody to see. This isn't a car in the rain. It's a nice day and anybody could walk past and see two people having sex out here. We're literally out in the open. This…"

"Chuck, please. The only thing they'll see is our heads! They won't even know."

"If they see your sex face, we're sunk."

She laughed, even as she swatted his shoulder. "I don't have a sex face."

"You so do! Not that I don't think it's the hottest thing ever, but I don't want anybody else seeing your sex face but me. Call me possessive or jealous or whatever you want, but…" He shook his head.

"What do you think, some person is gonna be up on that cliff with binoculars just to watch my sex face?"

"No! What—Okay, weirdo. No. That's not what I think. I just don't want to get caught."

"Fine. We won't do it." She nodded her head. "But, just so you know, I'm a little disappointed." Sarah paused for dramatic effect, her fingers still just barely under the waistband of his trunks as he held her wrist tightly. His brow furrowed a little guiltily and she fell in love with him that much more. "This is kind of on my Bucket List."

His eyebrows popped up, almost to his hairline. "Sarah Walker has a Bucket List?"

"Of course I do. Doesn't everyone?"

"Well, yeah I guess. It's just that you've been all over the world and you've done so many things already. Things most people have on their Bucket List, you've probably done 100 times over. Like…jumping out of a plane. Cliff diving. Flying a helicopter."

"All true. But I haven't done everything. And a lot of things on my Bucket List are just…fun things. Things you do with other people on vacation. And I've never really been on a proper vacation that didn't have to do with some sort of mission."

"Well, gimme an example."

Sarah bit her lip, and looked over his shoulder, watching a small fish flit past as she thought about it. "Kay, well…um…I guess simple, small things. Actually, and this is kind of embarrassing. You'll laugh at me." She felt a blush start on her face even as she thought about it.

"I won't laugh atcha." His eyes were so sincere, as per usual, and he even wrapped his arms around her reassuringly, holding her up so that she didn't have to stand on her tiptoes.

"Okay, but keep in mind I put this on my Bucket List when I was young and impressionable and watched lots of sappy romantic comedies." He nodded seriously. "I wanted someone to show up to take me on a date…and, you know, bring me flowers."

"Awwww, Sarraaahh…"

"I said don't laugh!"

"I'm not laughing! I think it's adorable!"

"That's the same as laughing."

"It is not. And anyways, you probably got that one taken care of, like, numerous times."

Sarah was silent for a moment, still blushing a little, idly stroking a wet finger from his temple to his jaw. "Actually, the first time was a few years ago. I was sent to retrieve information from this guy who worked at a Buy More. I got him to agree to go out on a date with me and he showed up with flowers and this big, cheesy grin."

The same big cheesy grin was growing on his face even as she told the story. But then it dimmed a little. "Wait, our first date was the first time a guy gave you flowers."

She shrugged. "It was. And even though you were a mission and I still didn't really know what you had to do with the whole thing, I mentally checked it off the Bucket List. It was really sweet."

"I gotta admit, I was so nervous about going out on a date with a beautiful, nice girl that, uh…I was going to forget 'em. And Ellie reminded me. So if it weren't for Ellie, you wouldn't have gotten to check it off."

"I'll have to thank her later," she giggled. "And anyways, I would have checked it off a year later when you showed up at the hospital with flowers after my concussion."

He made a face. "No. Once again, Bryce had beaten me to the punch. He filled your entire room with flowers."

Bouncing her shoulder, she screwed her mouth to the side thoughtfully. "He was always too ostentatious. He meant well, but…it doesn't count. He paid for someone else to shove them into the room. But you…" She cupped his cheek, kissing him gently. "You brought me flowers. And they weren't just any flowers. They were gardenias."

"Gardenias are your favorite."

She giggled at the childlike way he'd said it, his teeth flashing in a grin. "Wanna know what else is on my Bucket List?"

"Oh! Yeah. I do. What else?"

Giving him almost no notice whatsoever, she slid her hand down the front of his trunks and gently wrapped her fingers around him. He opened his mouth, his eyelids fluttering, a strangled sound coming from his throat. "Hiyo. Sarah…" He swallowed. "Is there anyone around?"

She scanned the shoreline again, not because she was particularly worried, but because she wanted him to be completely involved and she knew he'd be able to direct his efforts towards her if he could see that she really was checking for onlookers.

"There's no one. Come on, Chuck." She slid her gaze back to his and rubbed up and down his shaft slowly, twisting her fist.

He hummed and kissed her throat. "Is this really on your Bucket List?"

"Well I never really put it on my Bucket List, no. But…this would be the first time I've ever done anything like this." She squeezed him and he whimpered against her jaw.

And then his lips were at her ear, so soft and wet and cool. She shivered as a light breeze blew over her back and he pulled her closer. "It's definitely on mine."

Sarah pulled back and widened her eyes significantly. He nodded and did his eyebrow dance. So Chuck had thought about having sex out in the ocean before, had he? She wondered if that was as a result of his teenage hormones running wild with his imagination…or if it was something he added on recently? Like after he'd met her, for instance.

When his long fingers slid down the front of her bikini bottoms and found her clitoris, she didn't care anymore where he'd gotten the idea. All she knew was that she had every intention of making sure that item was crossed off the list.

As he worked his fingers over her clit, rubbing it deliciously and making her gasp his name, she pumped her fist up and down, giving him a teasing tug as he simultaneously teased her earlobe with a gentle bite. She cupped his chin with her free hand and tilted his face up so that she could kiss him slowly and passionately.

It was in the middle of that kiss that he slid a finger inside of her. She whimpered into the kiss but didn't pull away, instead kissing him harder. She gyrated her hips into the thrusts he made with his finger, and when he added the second she moaned.

Her hand unconsciously quickened its pace pumping up and down his shaft. Chuck pulled out of the kiss and gasped, letting his head fall back, re-wetting the back of his head. "Sarah…" But she noticed when she looked into his face, as distracting as it was to have his fingers grinding against her inner walls, that there was something making him a little fidgety. Something besides the hand job she was giving him under the water.

She stopped her hand for a moment and stroked her free hand down the side of her face. "Hey…What is it? There's still nobody around," she whispered.

"No, I…I know. I just…"

"We can swim back to shore and continue this at home if you want. It's okay. I'm pretty sure what we've already been doing counts and we can cross that off of your Bucket List." But then he pushed his fingers into her as far as they would go and curled them in a come hither motion, the pads of his fingers rubbed deliciously against her g-spot and her eyes crossed as pleasure rocked through her. She whimpered and buried her face in his hair, having to pull her hand away from his member to wrap both arms around his shoulders and cling to him. "You're cheeky," she breathed in his ear.

"I don't want to go back now," he informed her, rubbing his fingers against that incredibly sensitive spot. She was burning for him the more he did it. And he didn't look like he was stopping. Even while they spoke.

"Y-Ah! Mmm. You don't? But I thought…" Her voice drifted off as the pleasure continued, somehow shutting off her brain for a good few seconds.

"I want to be inside of you, Sarah."

Sarah pulled back and looked down into his face, into his eyes in particular. They were tinged with lust but mostly there was just an intense amount of love and adoration. It was so intense that if he were anyone besides Chuck Bartowski, she would've been long gone by now. But because this was Chuck…Because this was the man she fell for almost immediately, and so hard that she would give up everything to keep him safe, even her own life, she stayed and hoped ardently that he could see the love she had for him just as plainly in her own face.

So that was why he'd looked a little unsure. Chuck sometimes got a little bashful about making requests. She'd noticed it first thing in Paris. And it boggled her mind how inconsistent he was about it. They were in love. They were equal partners in their relationship, so in her mind it made sense that this translated to the bedroom. But he'd been a little reluctant to tell her what he wanted, instead always asking her what she wanted. And as pleased as he was to make her feel good, she told him she needed the same courtesy. She wanted to make him feel good, too.

He'd gotten a little better, obviously. Considering he just told her he wanted to be inside of her…and a shiver went up her spine again as she remembered the deep tone of his voice when he said it. But there had been a pause just before.

It meant he was trying. And that meant more to her than she thought was mentally healthy, perhaps. But their sex life had become integral to their partnership, to their relationship. If they were fully in sync in their sex life, she thought everything else would click into place a lot easier. Not that they weren't clicking…They were.

And she really needed to get her mind back on track.

She glanced over his shoulder, then turned to look over her own. Chuck had since pulled his hand away from her sex and was instead holding her up with both hands on her hips. There weren't any rocks that might serve to give them a bit of cover, so they would just have to chance it.

"You sure you want to do this?" She teasingly raised an eyebrow, smirking down at him.

Chuck swallowed thickly and looked back to shore, scanning the area again. "We've been on this patch of beach for three hours now and nobody's come along. I'm thinking we might be in the clear for a few minutes more."

"A few minutes?"

He laughed and she blushed a little. She hadn't meant for that to come out so quickly or so sincerely. "What's the matter, baby? Afraid of being cheated?"

The voice he used, with that Cagney clip, and the way he said it through his teeth, his eyes narrowed…She felt ridiculous for letting that of all things make her seriously hot for him. He was the biggest nerd on the planet and she couldn't get enough of it.

She giggled lustily and dragged her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, scooting down his body so that she could grind her covered groin against his cock. He groaned deep in his chest, just a soft rumble that she felt in her chest that was pressed against his. "If you cheat me here, you're just going to have to take me inside and make up for it, Bartowski."

"Shucks."

She giggled again. "Will you shut up and do your job? You talk way too much."

The affronted face he made at that made her laugh, but it got caught in her throat when he thrusted his crotch against hers and tugged her down at the same time.

"As you wish," he teased, his brown eyes shining in the sunlight, and he swung them around so that his back was facing the shore. She knew intrinsically that he was tasking her with keeping watch. And she would gladly do that for him, even though it might serve difficult with all of the…distraction.

Though his broad shoulders and back would provide a lot more cover for them than hers would. And it said a lot about how much he trusted her to let her watch for onlookers or passersby all on her own.

The thoughts racing through her mind stopped though as he tilted his head up and started kissing down her jaw, sucking on that point below her ear that made her entire body seize. He'd been the first and only person to find that spot, and she was so glad.

He rocked his hips against hers again and she gasped his name, doing her best to keep her eyes open.

Sarah felt Chuck's fingers blindly groping up the inside of her thigh, finally coming into contact with her bikini bottoms and gently moving them to the side. It was brilliant, really. Because there were a million ways she could lose them if she took them all the way off and—"Ohhh…Oh God, Chuck."

He was sliding his fingers against her, increasing the pressure. Until he reached down with his other hand and grabbed her thigh, pulling it up around his waist. She followed with the other leg, bracing herself on his shoulders, her grip around his waist loose so that he could reach down and push the front of his swim trunks down a little, pulling himself out and guiding his member into her opening.

"Yes, Chuck…" she whimpered, pressing her face into his hair.

As he lowered her totally onto his shaft, with Sarah using her thighs at his waist to push herself down as far as possible, she did her best to be on task, to watch for life on the shore.

And as Chuck started thrusting himself inside of her, slowly and powerfully, she tightened her arms around his shoulders and buried her face in his neck, gently biting his skin. She'd always been good at multitasking. All she had to do was use her eyes. Scan the shoreline. She could do that.

But God this felt so good.

"I love you," she heard him gasp in her ear, and she moved her lips to his hair again, grinning against his wet curls and letting her eyes slip shut. She couldn't find it in her to repeat the sentiment, as lost as she was in the feeling of having him inside of her, each of his thrusts shooting pleasure through her body.

But she also knew he wasn't waiting for a response. She loved him more than she'd ever loved anything or anyone. And Chuck had to understand that.

Sarah rocked into him then, meeting his thrusts, dragging a hand up to get lost in his curls as best as possible with how short his hair was. She knew he loved her fingers in his hair and she was rewarded by an extra hard thrust that made her whimper and grin again.

Realizing she was shirking her duties, she cast a quick glance at the shore. No one was there, so she shut her eyes again and kissed the side of Chuck's head, tightening her fingers on his back as he increased his pace.

And then he reached up and curled his large wet hand over her shoulder, tilting her back a little so that she was submerged except for her head. She let the back of her head rest on top of the water, tightening her grip on his waist and curling her fingers around his biceps.

With his hands on her hips, he started tugging her onto his length, his thrusts still powerful, and he was still hitting every last inch of her inner walls. Apparently he'd forgotten about her second task as well, because this made watching for company a lot harder.

Maybe if she strained her neck a little…

But then his pace increased and she didn't give a damn. If anyone saw the way he was holding her and the look on her face, they'd know immediately that they were having sex, and honestly, who cared? Right now, she didn't care.

And she gripped his waist between her thighs and used her hold on his arms to sit up straight again, her front clashing with his as she kissed him hard, moaning into his mouth as she started her own thrusts, lifting her hips and dropping them again, plunging him inside of her over and over and over again.

Chuck pulled her lips from hers and looked up into the sky, groaning softly. And then he pulled her close and buried his face in her wet hair. She gasped as he reached down to squeeze her ass cheek, tugging her close so that he was as deep as possible. "You feel so good, baby," he gasped in her ear.

Goosebumps cascaded over her shoulders and arms as she shivered in his embrace. Still, no one was around. And she turned her face to nibble his ear, before whispering wantonly, "I need you, Chuck."He sighed with a whimper and wrapped one arm around her waist, stroking her thigh with his other hand and squeezing it tightly. His thrusts were harder and faster then, and she felt her climax approaching quickly.

With the coolness of the water surrounding her torso, and the heat of their lower halves meeting, the feeling of the material of his swim trunks against her soft skin as they met…She was being driven over the edge slowly but surely.

Until suddenly he came inside of her and she felt the tell tale heat of it.

"I'm sorry," he gasped, rocking his hips against her. "I'm sorry, Sarah."

"It's okay," she whispered into his ear. "It's okay, Chuck, just finish."

He nodded jerkily against the side of her face, and thrusted into her until he emptied himself completely, stilling finally and dropping his forehead to the crook of her neck. "I'm sorry. It happened so fast."

She giggled and lovingly smoothed his hair back, ignoring the tightness in her lower half, the desire and need for him not quite sated, but she was happy and content, and everything was buzzing almost as if she had finished.

Almost as an afterthought, she glanced over his shoulder. "We're still alone at least. We didn't get caught."

Because he didn't seem like he was going to do it, she extracted herself from his embrace and sighed as he slipped out of her, reaching down to fix her suit back into place.

"I guess that's good at least."

He had that wrinkle between his brows though and she reached up to rub it away with her wet finger. "Hey. None of that."

"Sorry. I just hate when that happens."

She laughed. "Why? I don't."

He squirmed a little and though she couldn't see what he was doing under the water, she knew he was fixing his trunks and tucking himself back inside.

Chuck grumbled and made a face. "Just doesn't seem fair is all."

She laughed again, reaching over to take his hand and leading him back to shore. "I'm not having this discussion with you, Chuck. It is fair. And now we can both check this off our Bucket Lists."

"Well, first you gotta put it on your Bucket List, and then you can check it off."

Sarah's laughter seemed to bolster his spirits enough that he grabbed her around her waist and body slammed them both into a wave that was crashing nearby.

They wrestled all the way back to shore until Sarah ended up tucked under his arm, kicking and squealing, their laughter ringing across the beach.

It continued as they put their clothes back on and well into their walk back to the house.


A good thing to have on the Bucket List you keep hidden under your mattress. Probably shouldn't keep it on the Bucket List attached to your fridge, right? HA!

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