Whoa, nine chapters I've never written this much before, in my life, ever. I know my chapters aren't that long but it's all my fourteen year old brain can handle, maybe when I'm fifteen next February I'll be able to write tonnes!
The last episode of Chuck was really good I think, and if they do end up running away together then my storyline won't be very original will it? Sigh..
Anyway, on with the story.
Chapter 9
She heard his shallow breaths in and out, in and out, almost like a deep sigh. The world was dark for a few more minutes until even the world behind her eye lids wasn't dark anymore, she sighed, giving into the light. Fine then, I won't have a lie in. She thought to herself. She tried to open her eyes but they weren't ready yet, to see the harsh sunlight. She felt around with her fingers, the mattress felt hairy - oh God and it was moving!
What horrible nightmare was this? She moved her fingers upwards and felt something soft and damp. (She always took along time to come around in the mornings).
"Ah! Ow! Sarah, get off my lip." Chuck moaned, prising her fingers away from his lips.
"Huh?" She mumbled, opening her eyes and blinking hard. "Sorry." She giggled, she felt really foolish, she was only lying on Chuck's chest, her arms clasped around him and her legs wrapped around his.
"What time is it?" He asked moving off the bed.
"No, don't move please!" She moaned.
"Why?"
"I just want to stay like this for a bit, please?" She pulled him in tighter, she grabbed his wrist and pulled it towards her face, she glanced at his watch to find that it was 8.30 am. "And it's eight thirty am." She said, returning his wrist back to him.
"Okay." He whispered, inhaling the strawberry scent of her hair, he hugged her tightly, feeling like nothing could ever top this feeling, this was his heaven, he was in bed and snuggled up to the one he loved, finally.
"Last night was so -"
"I know!" Chuck exclaimed.
"I can't believe that we -"
"I know!" He said, louder this time.
"And it lasted for a whole -"
"That's got to be a world record right?" He said, smiling to himself, "I wonder if any of the neighbours complained."
"I hope not!" Sarah laughed.
"Sarah, I've never loved anyone, as much as I love you right now." He whispered to the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her body.
She was silent for a moment, "I feel the same." She said quietly.
Chuck understood how hard it was for her to say even that, so he didn't push for more.
She looked up at him and he looked down at her, and for a few moments they stared into each others eyes, savouring every moment. She moved forward so that her forehead and nose touched his and she gently started to kiss him, Chuck's eyes spaced out he saw two figures entwined to each other, he saw a load of Chinese words and he saw a Greek goddess called Aphrodite - the goddess of love.
He came back to reality and looked at Sarah, who was still kissing him, her eyes were closed and she was oblivious to his flash. She was going to love this. He rolled on top of her and he let his flash alter ego take over.
An hour later.
"Wow." Sarah panted, resting her head on the pillow. "Where did you learn that?"
"Ah well this geek knows or thing or two." He smiled, not letting her know about his flash, a white lie never hurt anyone.
"Wait." She said, studying his face. "Did you flash, Mr. Bartowski?"
"What?" He made his face turn serious. "No! Of course I didn't, it was all me!"
"Sorry I doubted you Chuck." She smiled at him.
"So .. Breakfast?" He asked, jumping out of bed.
"Sure." She said.
"What's here?" He opened the double door fridge to find it was full of food. "Jackpot!" He called to her.
Rubbing her eyes she stepped into the kitchen and looked in the fridge, "You know everything we have in there we have to pay for, right?"
"Yeah, course I did…" He mumbled, "but you're loaded right?"
"Sure, why don't I cook some scrambled eggs?" She said.
"But I was going to cook for you." He looked down at the floor.
"Chuck." She gripped his arms and looked into his sad brown eyes, "I'm sorry but, you can't cook, not even toast."
"What?" He asked, "but that time when I cooked for you, you seemed to really enjoy it.."
"It's called acting." She looked at him pityingly.
"Alright then." He said, slumping onto the stool and laying his head down, "Hang on.. Do we even have an oven?"
"Umm.. No." They both started laughing hysterically, clutching their stomachs in laughter.
"They serve breakfast downstairs, don't they?" He asked.
"Yeah." She said, relieved.
Down at the breakfast bar, Chuck got himself and Sarah scrambled eggs on toast. H felt so normal tucking into his eggs that he nearly got lost in himself.
Putting down his knife and fork, he rubbed his stomach regret tingly, Sarah got up and looked at Chuck, "Stay here." She said to him.
"Where are you going?" He asked, shouting after her.
"Getting something to celebrate!" She called back.
Room 115 - Thirty minutes later
"Chuck!" Sarah called, opening the hotel room door.
"What?" He sighed, looking pissed off on the bed.
"I got something to celebrate!" She smiled, holding up several wine bottles.
"Sarah its eleven in the morning!" He moaned.
"We're celebrating though.." She said quietly.
"At least wait until noon."
"Okay." She gave in, walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him, she sat on his lap and pressed her head against his chest and he leant his chin on the top of her head.
They didn't even notice the time, by the time they pulled away from each other it was gone twelve. Sarah prised herself away from him and she switched on the music channel and brought out the wine, she popped open the cork and poured wine into two glasses.
"Sarah?" Chuck asked when she handed him the wine glass.
"Yes, Chuck?
"When was the last time you got drunk?"
"I don't know." She replied, "besides we're only have a few, were not going to get drunk!"
"Okay.."
Two hours later
" S - so you really think that?" Sarah stuttered.
"Y - yeah, M - Morgan is the spitting image of Johnny Depp!" Chuck laughed, nearly wetting himself, in fact he might have done.
"He's so sexy." Sarah said, winding Chuck up.
"Go out with him instead then!" He sulked.
"No! I'd much rather Lester, no Jeff, his BO turns me on!" She winked.
"Ha-ha. Maybe I shouldn't shower for a week and see how that makes you feel?"
"On second thoughts, showering sounds good." She smiled.
"Listen Sarah, shush!" He silenced her. "Do you hear that?"
"What?"
"Hang on." He squeezed his eyes shut and a deep erupted noise escaped from his bottom. "Excuse me."
"Ew! You pig!" She grabbed a cushion and went to hit him with it but she missed and she landed on the floor with a thump.
"I can burp the alphabet, listen." He burped the letter A and then he started singing twinkle twinkle.
"That's the wrong words, stop singing with lower case numbers."
"God, how much wine have we had?" Glancing at the two empty bottles, he got the answer to his question, but them it was four bottles, but then it went back to two again.
"Chuck. Look!" She pointed to the door, the handle was turning.
"OPEN THIS DOOR!" An angry voice screamed.
"No!" They both shouted.
"I didn't order any pizza!" Chuck shouted.
Suddenly in a puff of smoke the door fell off its hinges and landed on a bump on the floor.
"Is it the hulk?" Chuck whispered in Sarah's ear.
"No!" She whispered drunkenly. "It's even worse, it's Casey."
Don't lose faith in me readers, its going somewhere (:, please take a minute out of your time and review and make a teenager happy today, thank you (:
