Author's Note: Sorry it took forever again. Hopefully the amount of care and detail I went into for this chapter is worth the wait!

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She shut her eyes and listened to the sound of the waves smacking against the rocks, feeling the cool night air gracefully sweep past her face, leaving little droplets of mist on her cheek.

Taking a deep breath of fresh sea air, Sarah pondered for a moment how the days had seemed to go by so quickly. They were halfway through their vacation now, having arrived on Friday, and with Tuesday almost finished. Unless they could finagle a few more days in, at least 'til the end of the weekend.

But that thought died just then when the little droplets of mist turned into large droplets of what was definitely rain.

Sarah had spent a few hours at the spa today while Chuck fooled around by himself at home. She wasn't sure getting rained on would be a very enjoyable ending to a spa day, so she started heading back up the path to the house where she hoped a glass of post-dinner wine was waiting for her.

Chuck had been so insistent about her getting a day for herself, a day in which she could just relax and let other people pamper her. She splurged on the full treatment: full body massage, facial, manicure and pedicure, a seaweed wrap thing that had been so warm and pleasant. And when she arrived home, she found Chuck had spent most of the afternoon he'd been alone preparing a grandiose, early dinner. Three courses, and that was without dessert even. Greek salad, lamb that he'd grilled himself, pita bread, hummus, tahini, grape leaves (he'd bought those already made), and a light onion soup. Sure the soup had been from a carton, but he'd added spices and a bit of cheese to make it even more delicious.

It had surprised her, and then again…it hadn't. Because Chuck was full of sweet gestures. He'd proven that tenfold within the first few days of her even knowing him.

Sarah hastened her pace, wondering why she'd even wanted to take a stroll in the dark while Chuck did all of the dishes. Again, he'd insisted she let him do everything. And usually, she'd threaten him with a fork until he relented and let her help, but for some reason, tonight, she was alright with being treated like a princess. Maybe it was being pampered by the women at the spa all day, then having her boyfriend make her a delicious dinner…Maybe this was just overflow.

Either way, she rarely let herself relax, nor did she allow others to do everything for her. And this vacation was changing that…if only for this one week.

She finally reached the front door of their quaint seaside rental and unlocked it, stepping inside just as the rain started really coming down. She sighed, locking the door behind her and wiping her feet on the mat.

Sarah didn't have to turn and look to know Chuck was in the room because she could feel him, so she spoke to him as she stepped out of her boots and started unbuttoning her coat. "It's raining again. Made it just in time, thank g—"

Her words died in her throat as she turned and finally looked at the living room. Chuck stood in the middle of the living room, and had apparently moved the couch and the coffee table, having started a fire in the fireplace. He shrugged and gave her a closed-mouth smile, his eyes glinting in the firelight.

"Rearranging furniture, Chuck?"

"For now. But with a purpose." He held up his pointer finger.

"And what purpose is that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

He closed the distance between them and stopped in front of her, unbuttoning her coat the rest of the way and pushing it off of her shoulders, hurrying to hang it up before moving back to her side. "Well…" He took her hand and guided her to the center of the room. "If you're game, I thought we could dance."

Even better than wine.

She knew Chuck wasn't the biggest fan of dancing. They'd maybe danced together less than a dozen times, and most of those times for missions before she and Chuck had gotten together for real. But she was a fan of dancing, and he knew that. Apparently. Since he had moved furniture to give them a dance floor.

"I mean, if you don't want to—"

"No, Chuck, this is—this is really sweet. I want to. I just thought you 'weren't much of a dancer'," she teased, using his own words from their very first date against him.

There was a twinkle in his eyes that meant he knew where she got that phrase, and a tinge of pleasure went through his features at the realization that she'd remembered something so small from way back when they'd first met.

Sort of. They'd met before that. But that was the night she really started getting to know him. That was the night she'd first fallen for him. Hard. Even though she wouldn't know it for years.

"It's true. I'm not much of a dancer. But you are. And I'm sure I can learn. The Intersect side. Anyways, I don't hate it," he said, making a face, and she chuckled, stepping close and nuzzling her face in the pullover sweater he wore. He was so warm compared to outside and it felt so wonderful being tucked against him, having his arms wrapped around her. As always.

His lips pressed against her hair and she smiled, feeling a little bereft as he finally pulled away and wandered over to the cabinet a few feet to the right of the fireplace. Of course he'd found the sound system earlier on that day so that they could listen to some soft Greek music as they ate. It wasn't at all surprising that Chuck somehow got Greek music onto his phone.

He fiddled a little with the phone as she watched patiently from the middle of their "dance floor", wondering what exactly he had in mind.

And then she heard the soft dulcet, and yet powerful, voice of Nina Simone fill the room. Birds flying high, you know how I feel…

Sarah's heart immediately started racing. She hadn't heard this since that night, the first night she'd slept in his bed with him since they became a real couple. She could still remember how she'd had to force herself not to fidget with the knowledge that it'd be the first time she slept in that bed with Chuck as his real girlfriend. The knowledge that they were back in the real world, not off in a fantasy traveling across Europe and having sex and discovering each other in so many different ways—away from the spy life, away from everything and everyone besides just them. And wondering if being back in Burbank and knowing so many things would be different was going through his mind, too. Or if she was just being paranoid. It had all been so serious, so fast…and she could remember as the song played, the way Chuck looked at her (almost like that moment was everything he'd ever wished for and he couldn't believe it was happening), she'd felt a little lightheaded.

She snapped back to this moment as Chuck stepped close to her, their chests pressed together, his hand taking hers. She let it all wash over her.

Things had changed. Everything had gotten so much better.

And this was serious. The most serious thing in her entire life. Unlike that moment when she was kneeling on his bed, nerves spilling through her as she realized the importance of that moment, how different it all felt…Right at this moment, gently swaying in his arms, there were no nerves. Months had passed since then, things had changed, and every day that passed made her fall in love with him even more. As strange as it had felt then, knowing Chuck was hers, the elation of knowing this wasn't something they even had to hide from their superiors…it felt so right in this moment. In every moment she spent with him.

And I'm feelin' good…

The horns blared and the piano tinkled and Sarah buried her face underneath his chin. This song marked the beginning of all of this. Of them. It was during this song that she'd realized she was ready for this, ready for them. Ready to give all of herself to Chuck. Not just an exciting trip across Europe, tangled up together in bed, where real life couldn't get them. Not just sating that powerful attraction between them that they'd shoved away for two and a half years. Nestled together on his bed, realizing how perfectly their bodies fit together, feeling him kiss her forehead, Sarah Walker had been ready to give Chuck Bartowski everything.

She'd already given him her heart years ago, probably within weeks of knowing him even, but she hadn't been ready then. She hadn't been ready to give him her heart, and she had anyways…without even knowing she'd done it. That night, with Nina Simone coming out of his record player, she was ready. She was absolutely certain giving Chuck her heart, her body, her mind and soul, was the best decision she would ever make in her life.

And now, almost a year later, Chuck had proven her right.

Sarah pressed her lips against his neck, dotting kisses up to his chin and squeezing him to her tightly, still letting him rock her back and forth to the music.

He turned his face to kiss her head, her temple, hunching over a little to press his lips to her cheek, and hugging her just as tightly. The music swept through the room, so powerful, so beautiful, and the rest of the world fell away. Like it was never there in the first place.

Chuck pulled back a little to look down into her face, his brown eyes so warm and full of love, and he slowly lifted her hand that he held to his lips. He kept it pressed there for awhile, meeting her gaze over their hands. And then he purposefully dotted slow, hot kisses over her palm, down her wrist, along her forearm, stopping just below her elbow where she'd rolled the sleeves of her button up.

Biting her lip, she let herself just enjoy as he tenderly moved in to kiss her cheek, down her jaw line to her chin, her nose (she giggled softly), and finally her lips. His arms slid around her torso and he pulled her flush against him, his kiss sending heat through her. It spread so slowly, so deliciously, that she nearly whimpered. She squeezed his biceps where her hands had landed, and grinned as he pulled his lips away, kissing all over her face, down her neck, nibbling on her collarbone.

She wasn't new to this, and she knew exactly what was going on here.

She'd spent a few hours in complete, blissful comfort, her body feeling better than it had in quite some time. She'd been rejuvenated, and then she got home to the perfect post-spa meal. Chuck had planned this the whole time. She knew it now.

He'd set up this day for her, and now he was finishing it off with a night that was also all about her. It was so perfectly Chuck Bartowski to do something like this. Though she wondered if he would ever let her return the favor. And then she found herself not caring about what he would or would not let her do, because he was unbuttoning her blouse slowly, from top to bottom, his lips sliding over her skin as it was revealed.

Maybe Chuck was still a little uncomfortable at the idea of Sarah's one-sided worshipping of his body, but she was not going to return the sentiment. She was going to let him do whatever it was he had planned for her, because she knew she was going to enjoy it.

She breathed in deeply as he knelt down in front of her, his mouth against her belly, his hands so warm as he gripped her bare waist under the material of her shirt. And when his tongue flicked out to taste her skin just above her panty line, her abdomen twitched and she let out a long sigh.

The song switched then, a long, whining trumpet opening the tune. She didn't know what it was, but it was soft, lilting, incredibly sexy. And she could feel the soft tsst tsst of the drums in the background crawling along her limbs, making her body tingle.

Chuck must have put this playlist together for this purpose exactly, and she wondered what sort of nerdy name he'd given it.

When he opened his mouth against her lower stomach, letting his tongue taste her again, his teeth gracing her abs, she put her hand on his head and tangled her fingers in his hair. He stood up suddenly then and pushed her shirt off of her shoulders, down her arms, kissing her neck and shoulder, teasing her until he had the shirt clutched in his hand.

Mischief sparkled in his eyes, dancing in the firelight, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, hoisting her off her feet. Grinning, she wrapped her legs around him and twisted her fists in his sweater at his back, kissing him and licking his bottom lip teasingly. He was so sexy, carrying her with one arm to the couch he'd moved to the side. And the way he draped her shirt over the arm in a thoughtful (if a little silly) attempt to keep it from getting wrinkles.

He shuffled to the side to squeeze between the couch and the coffee table. And if she wasn't already turned on enough, he used his foot to shove the table back enough to give him room to crawl to his knees in front of her. It was such an impatient thing to do, and it was so hot.

Kneeling between her thighs, looking up at her, leaned forward to kiss her abdomen again, dragging his mouth down to the waistband of her pants. And then his fingers were there, stroking her skin, giving her goosebumps as she fell against the back of the couch and gasped.

Chuck unbuttoned her jeans, his eyes dragging up her bare torso, over her bra-covered breasts, and up to her face until he met her eyes, and she couldn't tear herself away from his gaze. And then he took her jeans' zipper tab between his teeth and pulled it down excruciatingly slowly. She held her breath, her nether region tingling wonderfully.

He peeled her jeans from her methodically, his mouth wetting the material of her panties as he kissed and licked her while he removed her clothes. And she lowered her backside back to the edge of the couch cushion, watching hungrily as he tossed her jeans away, her socks following.

She loved this. She loved him. And the way this seemed so natural, the way he knew exactly what to do. Granted, it had come from a lot of practice. Long hours of study and experimentation. Hours they'd both enjoyed immensely.

And speaking of enjoyable things, Chuck's lips began blazing a trail along the inside of her thigh, reaching her panties and gently nibbling her skin with his teeth. She whimpered, clutching the cushion with both hands and throwing her head back.

Her panties soon followed her jeans and socks but he avoided the area where she needed his attention the most, sucking on her thighs, kissing the soft skin, pulling it between his teeth, licking patterns up and down her legs. Until it got to the point where she couldn't bear it anymore.

A request for him to touch her was on the tip of her tongue, when she felt his lips kiss her there…so gently, a whisper's kiss…before he began to pleasure her in earnest. Instead of the request, she gasped his name, shutting her eyes tightly and bracing herself as he propped her legs on his shoulders. He flattened one hand on her lower stomach and held her hip with the other, varying the pressure he applied, switching tactics when she least expected it.

It felt to her like lightning had struck her right there, right in the middle of her womanhood, and now the sensations, the wondrous tingling sensations were spreading up her torso, down her legs.

"Oh, Chuck," she breathed, gnawing on her bottom lip between her teeth, her chest heaving.

When his thumb slipped down her crotch and began rubbing circles over her clitoris, she moaned, her eyes snapping open, staring at the ceiling. Bracing her feet against the table behind him, she opened her legs wider and scooted even closer to him, lifting her behind off the cushion and pushing herself into his face.

Reading her actions perfectly, as he usually did, Chuck increased his efforts tenfold, and Sarah felt the telltale pressure of an approaching climax. "I'm coming," she gasped. "Oh yes, Chuck!"

Then he pulled his mouth away and she looked down at him in surprise. His response was a small smile, before he buried two fingers in her center and curled them to meet her g-spot. Her body lurched and she whined through her nose, humming happily as he thrust his fingers in and out, in and out.

Chuck's mouth lowered onto her clit and he teased it as he pleasured her with his fingers, speeding up his ministrations, his tongue flicking her, until her climax spilled over her like a bucket of hot water was dumped over her head. "Oh my God!" she whimpered, trying to control her breathing as the sensations crawled through her in the slowest, most magnificent way. "Yes, yes, yes!"

She moaned breathily as he made it last much longer than she'd anticipated.

He finally eased her back onto the cushion as she recuperated, her chest heaving, head lolling to the side. And she couldn't help but grin lazily and hum, wiggling her toes where they rested against the wood coffee table.

His fingers slipped out of her and he knelt there, smiling up at her from in between her legs, obviously enjoying the fact that he'd given her so much pleasure.

The music filtered back into her ears, and she wondered for a moment how many songs had played while she'd been lost in the feeling of her nerd in between her legs.

Chuck climbed up from his knees and braced his hands on the cushions on either side of her hips, leaning down to kiss her. She kissed him back, smiling and reaching up with her deliciously loose arms to place her hands on his neck and cradle his face.

Without preamble, he tucked his arms under her, the soft sleeves of his sweater feeling delicious against her bare skin, and he lifted her into his embrace, again forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. She looked down at him with a small smile and gently stroked the backs of her fingers down his cheek.

As he carefully carried her away from the couch, she buried her face in the crook of his neck and shut her eyes, trusting him to carry her wherever he wanted, shivering a little at the cool air against her naked skin.

When he finally stopped, she opened her eyes and realized they were in the bedroom. Smiling to herself, she slid down his body to put her feet on the cold wood, shivering again. She smirked at him a little and grabbed the hem of the sweater he wore, pulling it up and over his head. He raised his arms over his head and let her peel the sweater off of him, tossing it away.

Maybe she should have shown as much respect for his clothes as he did for hers, but he didn't seem to care either way as he yanked his T-shirt over his head and threw that even more haphazardly to the ground than she had his sweater.

She grabbed his arms and tugged him against her, kissing him solidly, cupping his face in her hands and humming into his lips. He slowly moved her back until she bumped into the mattress, and he pulled back to yank the sheets down.

In spite of the heated making out and the burning trail of his fingers against her skin, the air was cold in the bedroom, and the thought of being under those sheets right now was better than almost anything. The only thing that beat it was being under the covers with Chuck on top of her.

Sarah sat back on the mattress and looked up at him standing in front of her, reaching up to latch her fingers onto the button at the front of his jeans. She made quick work of his pants, tugging them down to his ankles and watching as he stepped out of them.

He gently laid her back, leaning over her and kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her chin and then her lips, all very softly. And then he reached down to take off his socks, finally standing up straight to push his boxers down his legs.

She throbbed with desire in the spot where her legs met, but instead of reaching out and touching him like she wanted to, she let her eyes rake over his naked form, a form she knew more intimately than she'd ever dreamed possible. And she scooted back on the bed, tucking herself under the sheets and letting her head fall back onto the pillows.

Because he seemed to be lost a little in his own thoughts, or maybe he was just mesmerized by her, Sarah took the initiative and grabbed the covers in a fist, lifting them to invite him in with her. He shook the cobwebs out of his head and quickly climbed in, causing her to giggle with her tongue between her teeth as he practically tackled her onto the mattress.

Her giggles became outright laughter as he nuzzled her neck, grabbing her by both wrists and pinning them up by her head as he continued his assault. His wonderful lips and his nose and the stubble from the day…it all felt so invigorating against her neck, under her chin, behind her ear, and at the crook of her shoulder.

And then he let go of her wrists and reached behind him to pull the sheets up further on his back, cocooning them in delicious, silk warmth. Chuck slid down her body slowly, his lips dragging over her skin, nibbling on her collarbone, and halting at her bra. His teeth teased the lace (because of course she had to make some extra special lacy purchases before a seven day getaway with her boyfriend), and she let out a long breath, splitting her focus between his mouth on her chest, his fingers stroking patterns over her sides, and his hardness pressed against her inner thigh.

She arched her back at feeling him push his hands under her, smiling as he unclasped her bra. Doing her best not to disturb Chuck on top of her or the deliciously silky sheets around them, she pulled the bra past her arms and tossed it somewhere towards the foot of the bed, not caring about anything just then but the feeling of Chuck's mouth surrounding her nipple, as he dove in to taste her immediately.

Sarah hummed happily, gasping as he pinched her other nipple between his fingers.

This was freaking fantastic, and she felt a buzz in her chest, the tingling between her legs ever-increasing. She reached up to lay a hand on the back of his head, tangling her fingers in his hair and massaging his skull as he groaned against her breast.

She was torn between wanting him to continue this sweet torture and wanting him to get the show on the road. She wanted him inside of her. She needed to feel everything.

And as if he heard her thoughts, Chuck slid his mouth up her chest, over her neck and latched onto her mouth in an adoring, passionate kiss. Her body was all wound up from his worshipping, countless minutes of Chuck moving his lips, tongue, teeth all over her, the way he touched her, sometimes stroking with beautiful feather-like patterns, and other times squeezing, grasping at her desperately.

It was all so erotic and exciting. And she wanted to just grab her hair and scream, but before she could even think about following through, she felt Chuck's cock brush over her entrance.

"Yes, Chuck…" she breathed as he lowered his forehead to hers. His arms were around her, pulling her in so tightly, and she was pinned. She bent her legs at his waist and spread them a little wider to give him ample room.

And the always invigorating, always enjoyable feeling of them joining together came over her as he pushed his hardness inside of her, not stopping until he was buried as deep as was physically possible.

She opened her mouth in a silent gasp, her chest heaving, her breasts smashed between them. One hand still tangled in his hair, the other pressing against his lower back, she found herself staring into his eyes as he started moving. He was going so excruciatingly slow, and she could feel the muscles in his back flexing, his jaw clenching.

Her eyes feasted on his handsome face, the way his golden orbs flashed with each glorious thrust inside of her. He wasn't letting them get lost in their own lust for each other, else they went at each other ruthlessly and rushed things. It would be over before they'd barely begun.

And Sarah could tell he wanted this to last for a long time. And as much as she wanted him to grab her and just devour her completely, she was perfectly satisfied with letting him take his time, enjoying the sensations of her boyfriend using all of the expertise he'd gained in the almost-year they'd been together.

His fingers found those special, sensitive spots on her waist as he cradled her so lovingly in his strong arms. He was shrouding her in comfort, protecting her, making her feel completely safe in his embrace. Safe from outside forces, safe from the difficulties of life, but also safe to be herself.

She'd never before felt safe in anyone else's arms. Safe to giggle into their ear, or let them hear how she was feeling…moaning, gasping, encouraging, speaking at all was never something she did during sex. She had never felt safe enough to put her whole self into it. It would be quick, silent, fun usually, but then it would be over, and she would have given them exactly nothing outside of her physical self, and sometimes not even that fully.

It was so different with Chuck, which was exactly what she'd thought would happen when she allowed herself to dream about a possible time in the future that she'd be able to have him in the carnal sense. She'd always pictured it being different from when she was with other men. He was so loving and generous and sincere, so quick to support her and protect her, even when things weren't altogether chummy between them. She'd allowed herself to imagine being tangled up with him in bed, and how his arms would feel around her, the things he would say in her ear, the soft whisper of his kind voice and his brown eyes turning to amber as he looked down at her even more adoringly than when she caught him looking at her in the car during stakeouts, or when he sneaked glances at her across the conference table in Castle while they did boring paperwork.

She just always knew it would be so much better. And it was so easy to not even think about holding back when it was Chuck in her arms. She didn't have to hold back or hide herself. She could voice her pleasure, whisper encouragements into his ear, moan as often or as loudly as she wanted to. She could let him see her vulnerable. And she had. Right away, during their first coupling in that sunny Parisian hotel room almost a year ago.

Sarah knew she was safe here. Safe to be playful, safe to tease him, safe to encourage him, and even safe to offer suggestions and make requests. He never took it personally, as though her making a request meant he wasn't doing something right…Instead he took her suggestions and stored them in his expansive memory bank and he implemented it into their sessions later to increase her pleasure.

And the best part was how eagerly he reciprocated her trust. How very little he held back himself. That wasn't all that surprising, since Chuck Bartowski was the type of guy who always wore his heart on his sleeve. 75 percent of the time she'd spent with Chuck was him being completely open and honest. So it made sense that he was so giving in bed.

It made complete sense that he let her hear him gasp her name, groan, even whimper when they made love. And like right now, as he rocked his hips against hers, sighing her name in a shaky voice.

Sarah grinned up at him, meeting his gaze and breathing a soft gasp of encouragement as he pushed himself into her again. She rolled her head to the side and reached up to grab the pillow in her fist, digging the fingers of her other hand into the small of his back as he thrust again.

And when he dropped his lips to that special point where her jaw and ear met, she shivered with a soft moan.

Chuck pulled his arms out from underneath her then, letting her back rest on the silk beneath her and she squirmed a little just to feel it rub against her skin. He moved to brace his elbow on the mattress and propped himself up over her, reaching down with his other hand to squeeze her thigh, perfectly timing it with his thrust.

She could almost feel him thinking, even as he was putting all of himself into the act. She knew he was planning every touch, every stroke, every kiss. And everything he did was simply perfect. She pulled a hand out from under the warmth of the sheet and let her fingers rest on the back of his neck. She rubbed gently and earned a soft groan, then she moved oh so slowly down his back with her fingernails, lightly grazing them down his skin, over each bump of his spine, crawling lower and lower and lower as he arched his back.

Sarah felt him shiver under her ministrations, and as she looked up into his face, she saw his eyes drift shut at the sensations. Her fingers reached the sheet that had slid down his back when he angled his torso above her, and she moved over it, bunching it in her fist until she found his ass, which she promptly squeezed, arching her hips against his to meet his thrust.

His eyes snapped open then and he stopped for just a split second. She squeezed again and thrusted her hips into his, trapping him between her legs and breathing his name.

Chuck let go of her leg then and moved to brace both palms against the bed, tucking them under her pillow on either side of her head, and he strengthened his thrusts without changing the pace. She kept one hand on his ass and slammed the other against the mattress at her hip, twisting the sheets in her fist at the excruciating pleasure. Each thrust lifted her backside from the bed. She braced her feet and started meeting him with her own thrusts, pulling him even deeper with the hand on his ass.

The sense of control he'd had from the beginning still remained, but he began to speed his pace a little, making her cry out in ecstasy. "Ohhh!"

She felt herself moving up on the bed a little with his powerful thrusts, the silk sheet beneath her so smooth that her body had virtually no traction to speak of. So she reached up with both hands, one holding onto the headboard and wrapping her fingers of the other hand around one of his wrists beside her head.

She felt the beginnings of an orgasm stirring deep deep inside of her lower belly and she threw her head back. "Harder," she gasped. "Harder, baby…"

He panted her name and lowered his torso against hers again, resting his full weight against her for just a moment as he shifted his legs for better leverage against the mattress. And then he covered her hand against the headboard with his, threading the fingers of his other hand through her other hand. Their chests were grinding together as he began pumping inside of her again, this time much harder.

Chuck panted against her neck, his hot breath against her skin so erotic, the feeling of his chest hair rubbing over her breasts, having him inside of her, pounding into her over and over.

She whimpered his name into his hair, repeating it with each thrust, opening her eyes and staring at the white ceiling above them.

He moved his face then, his lips brushing against her ear, before she heard him whisper, "Oh, Sarah. You feel so good."

Even with the strength and passion with which they were going at it right then, Sarah suddenly felt a raging desire for the man on top of her. She was on the precipice, soon to tip over the edge and fall into a deep pool of utter ecstasy. Her need for him was like a fire burning wildly at her center, spreading all over her body, uncontrollable.

He must have been right there with her, because his fingers tightened around hers, rocking harder and faster until they were both moaning. She flexed her fingers, as they were beginning to lose feeling, and he let go of them quickly, always thoughtful, always paying attention to her needs.

"I'm so close," she whimpered, dragging both hands through his hair and clinging. He pushed his arms underneath her body and tugged her close so that every last inch of her was pressed against him. She buried her face in his hair and they clung tightly…so tightly. His fingers dug into her back muscles and she wrapped her arms around his torso, squeezing him, pulling him so close. They rocked together, holding on to one another so desperately, as though the universe might split at the seams if they let go for even a moment.

That wondrous throbbing feeling spilled through her, electrifying every last nerve in her body, and she whined into his hair, clenching her eyes shut and just clinging harder, even wrapping her legs around him. It finally began to ebb a few moments later and she realized he'd stopped, even as she arched herself against him to get as much out of her climax as possible.

His body was still tense, his cock still hard inside of her. He hadn't finished and he'd stopped because she had finished. Without warning, she threw her weight to the side, rolling him onto his back and pushing herself to sit up in his lap.

Chuck looked up at her with wide eyes, shock in his features, and she didn't even let him recuperate before she began gyrating her hips back and forth, her movements graceful, slow. Her turned his face into the pillow and let out an achingly beautiful groan, one that spurred her to move a little faster as she arched her back and braced her hands on his chest.

It didn't take long before he tensed beneath her, his grip on her thighs tightening as he neared his finish. And she was buzzing between her legs. She ignored the urge to focus on getting to another orgasm for herself, and instead put all of her efforts into his pleasure. Sarah rode him harder and harder, until she felt him spurt his seed inside of her.

He let out a strangled gasp of her name, arching himself off the mattress. She kept riding him, making sure he was emptying himself completely, but then she felt his hand tuck between their bodies, his fingers rubbing her clitoris.

She came around him just as he emptied his last load inside of her. "Chuuuck!"

They panted hard as he gently lowered her to her side next to him, and she crawled as close as possible to bury herself against him, teasingly nipping his shoulder with her teeth and giggling breathlessly. There was nothing that could be said after sex like that.

Though that didn't stop Chuck from growling a highly satisfying "I love you" into her hair before pressing a kiss there.

Chuck and Sarah...they just give me so many ideas. Credit to the show and the actors for putting so many layers in Chuck and Sarah's scenes together. If it weren't for the things that go unsaid, I wouldn't have the urge to write Charah erotica. So credit to the creators of the show for making a show that doesn't have to show sex scenes between the couple for us to see how much they love and want and need one another.

Just so well done!

Thanks for reading!

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