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Yes, the story goes on… sort of.

The way that BrickRoad and I work is that I would write the chapter and pass it to her. She would go through it and make changes. She rarely made changes that impact the plot in any significant way. Mostly she softened dialog and did things to make the characters more in line with how she saw them. Then I would read her changes and, if I disagreed with anything, we'd talk about it until we both were comfortable.

The reason that I bring this up is to point out that the process was very time consuming. Making one author happy with a storyline is hard enough. Making two happy is, well, harder, lol. But the end product was better so it was worth it.

Anyway, we no longer have the time or energy to go through that long process. But we also didn't want to abandon the story. So we decided that I would post the rest of the chapters in whatever state in that process they happened to be. The story is completely written in that BillAtWork POV and has been for a long time. It would be a shame if nobody read it.

So, what does that mean to you? Besides having to suffer through this incredibly long A/N? Well, in some parts of the story, the tone may feel a little different because BR wasn't able to apply her magic. Hopefully, this is better than nothing. But, I'll leave that to your individual judgment.

And while I'm ranting, yes, part of Eric Gold's motivation is to get the thing from Sarah that he thinks she owes him. And, yes, I understand that some of you have grown weary of that plotline. Trust me, I get that. If you're one of those people, this would be the point where you should stop reading with no hard feelings… or forfeit your right to complain about it. I'm not up to having to defend myself any longer on this issue. And I'm not going to change. For the record, this story is all about the ongoing love story. The mission is actually pretty irrelevant. It only exists to get Chuck and Sarah closer in a way they never were before and to decide what they want to do going forward.

Okay. Fair warning. There is a sex scene in this chapter that goes a little farther than anything we've done before (don't worry, it's not smut or very explicit, at least I don't think so, probably still comfortably T). I understand that some of you might not be 100% comfortable with it. But when I wrote it I was pretty confident that Brickroad would cut most of it anyway. That didn't happen, lol. I think it's pretty steamy. But just for the record, it's not as gratuitous as it first seems. Please read the whole chapter before you judge it. There is a point and it fits in with the story. And if it helps at all, it is Chuck and Sarah doing the sex thing, lol.

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The Second First Honeymoon

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There were some things that Sarah Bartowski already knew about her husband. Well, lot's of things really. He was incredibly cute, amazingly sweet, hilariously funny, generous to a fault, and simply downright charming. What she hadn't known until tonight was how different he was after a few glasses of champagne. Oh he was still cute, sweet, funny, generous, and charming, perhaps even more so. The difference was that he was now also overtly romantic.

Well, maybe it wasn't totally the champagne. It started when they were waiting to check in just after they had been handed their first glass. He stood behind her with his arms firmly around her waist and nuzzled her neck. That was a huge change. Chuck had yet to make a single romantic overture even when they were behind closed doors. He always seemed content to hang back and wait for her to make the first move.

Sarah was torn about that. A big part of her totally enjoyed being in charge of their sex life, more than she ever thought she would. And to be fair, once she got the ball rolling Chuck had never once failed to enthusiastically step up. But she also had this vague worry that he wasn't as comfortable as he probably should be initiating things. In fact the only thing that Sarah could remember was that one kiss this morning in the week since they had been back together. She couldn't even imagine him being aggressive in public. For goodness sake, he blushed when she looped her arm through his at the airport yesterday. But tonight he was a wild man. Well, a wild man for Chuck anyway. He was plainly taking this second first honeymoon thing to heart.

Not that Sarah was complaining at all. No. No. A thousand times no. For one thing, this was Vegas. They certainly weren't the only couple virtually necking on that dance floor. For another she simply loved seeing him like this. He was cute and funny and confidently sexy and… well, exciting beyond belief. If he had looked like James Bond earlier in the car, now he was even acting the part. Besides that, Sarah had tipped back at least as many glasses of champagne as her clearly tipsy husband. And while she was perhaps a little more accustomed to handling it, she was feeling pretty darned relaxed herself.

It had been an odd night… odd, but purely magical. Oh it didn't start off that well. Sarah could still feel a little of the soreness where the bruise was forming on her stomach from that cowardly punch. But since then, everything had been simply perfect.

First Chuck had rather unexpectedly rescued her. Sarah never liked to think of herself as a damsel in distress. In fact the surest way to start a fight with her would be to suggest that she wasn't capable of protecting herself, something that Bryce had found out the hard way more than once. Agents were trained to depend on their own skills. But she had to admit. Watching him blow through those eight men in her defense was pretty darned exciting… on a couple of different levels. Sure, she was very proud of him on a professional level. Now all those mission reports made a lot more sense. But on a personal level it was also something of a huge turn-on. In fact it was pretty close to one of her most common fantasies.

At first Sarah was a little resistant to the idea of going off to Vegas to have a wild night. They were clearly in danger. And Agent Walker rarely allowed herself the luxury of having fun under normal circumstances, much less in the middle of what was now clearly a mission.

But after thinking about it, she really couldn't bring herself to object. She wasn't Agent Walker any longer. And even Agent Walker would have had to admit that Vegas was a perfect place to hide. Chuck assured her that before Casey left he had already helped him prepare alternate identities for them with plenty of resources available… for just this sort of contingency. So they didn't have to worry about being tracked by their credit cards. They really weren't in any imminent danger. There was nothing they could do tonight anyway. And their problems would still be there tomorrow to deal with. Besides, she couldn't help but feel that this could be great. It would be the perfect place to show him that she was still going to fawn over him… and maybe find a gentle way to let him know that it was okay for him to ask for things too.

The two hour drive to Vegas seemed much shorter, what with Chuck being so sweet and romancing her until they both were blinking away happy, joyful tears. Then he switched the mood and made her laugh pretty much the whole rest of the way. It was he who suggested that they treat tonight like the official beginning of their second first honeymoon. But it was Sarah who correctly pointed out that the beginning of any honeymoon was a wedding night. So that was pretty exciting, for both of them really. Sarah didn't remember a single thing about their real wedding night. But obviously Chuck did. And he kept her in stitches teasing her about all the outrageous, sexy, and clearly made up things she did to make that night special for him. He promised that this time it would be his turn to make it special for her… and that he would get just as outrageous.

That clearly started with the luxury suite in Vegas. This being ridiculously rich thing sure had its perks. It was on the very top floor of the newest hotel on the Vegas Strip. The floor to ceiling windows provided a breathtaking view of the lights. The poster bed actually looked bigger than their whole bedroom at home. Of course it had all the amenities one would expect from such a high roller suite. There were fresh flowers and fruit everywhere you looked, a full bar, and a plasma television that covered one whole wall. But the best feature was the hot tub that could have accommodated a small army, built in right next to window facing the strip. Of course it should be nice. A single night cost about double their monthly rent payment back home.

Sarah was seriously tempted to just order some dinner from room service, hang the dress that Chuck liked so much on a hanger in the closet in a spot where he could always see it, and get this second first wedding night thing off to a rousing start. But she knew that Chuck was looking forward to going downstairs and showing his girl a good time. And it would be a shame to waste this opportunity with them already being so dressed up. Boasting wasn't really his personality. But if he thought that people noticed that the sexy blonde in the incredible dress was with him, well he probably wouldn't mind too awful much. It was hard to fault him for that.

Sarah was definitely going to make sure that they did notice. It was even more than that. She was going to make sure every single person that saw them together understood how head over heels she was by putting a doe eyed expression on her face and hanging on his arm all night. She actually felt the same way about him. After all she wasn't kidding earlier when she told him that he filled out that tux well. So as soon as they checked in she spent some time in the vanity making sure that the red spot on her cheek from that earlier slap was covered with power and that her hair and makeup were extra perfect for him.

Besides, staying in was probably moot anyway. They weren't in the room for five minutes before the hotel manager himself was knocking on the door thanking them for visiting them, asking if there was anything that they needed, and inviting them to a party at the private club.

Dinner was simply wonderful. Chuck made sure they picked a place that offered her beloved lobster with drawn butter and twice baked potato. It wasn't a night for cheeseburgers. They were both pretty hungry. It was after nine and they hadn't eaten since lunch, so they didn't have much time for conversation. But it also felt great to just relax, eat a marvelous meal, and simply enjoy each other's comfortable company without the need to constantly talk for a while. Chuck attacked his filet with a fervor that Sarah hadn't really seen before. Then again, it was hard to pay much attention. She was pretty busy with her huge lobster.

But the best part of the night so far was plainly the private party. Chuck obviously knew how much she loved to dance. And in that sizzling hot backless black satin dress that suggestively showed off her figure as she bounced around the dance floor, she was clearly the sexiest thing that club had seen in… well, maybe forever as she got into that zone that really only happened when she was dancing. Chuck was great at keeping up with her… for a long while. But he definitely underestimated the energy that the music and champagne were giving her. She was clearly in better cardio-vascular shape than he was. So after a couple of hours he eventually needed a break.

The staff was clearly going out of their way to make sure that their new rich patrons had a good time, constantly bringing over other couples to introduce. In the private, well to do party atmosphere Sarah had already politely turned down several requests to dance from other men, as had Chuck from other women. But finally Chuck insisted. He told her that he was dedicated to making this her fantasy night, she loved to dance, she was in the zone, and the least he could do was to put aside his stupid petty jealousy and watch her have fun. After all, dancing was an innocent activity. And he reminded her of what she had told him earlier about Eric Gold. When she was in her zone, it really didn't matter who she was dancing with. Besides, he told her that he was going to enjoy the view of watching the most beautiful woman in the world bouncing around that dance floor, quite literally, from a calm vantage point. And that he was looking forward to the sexy show she was about to put on for him. He actually winked as he encouraged her to make it a good one for his benefit.

All those things might have been true but Sarah still wasn't totally convinced. Then again, how could she really argue with him? Chuck's calm confidence might have been unexpected, but it was also a huge, huge, massive turn on. Although perhaps he hadn't completely thought through the fact that whatever show she was about to give him, she would also be giving to every other man in the place. He hadn't indicated that he had even noticed the men checking her out as she danced… and some of them were fairly un-subtle.

He clearly must have noticed. He would have had to be blind not to. But was he really now so confident that it no longer mattered? That would be a fantastic turn of events. Still Sarah was wary. The last thing she wanted to do was to send the wrong signal to some macho guy who had tipped back one too many drinks of his own and have him ruin this night by making a stupid pass at her… or assuming that she was one of the several high class pros plainly currently in the room and asking her to meet him someplace later.

By definition, every man in the room was wealthy… and wealthy men, not unlike agents, were very aggressive and used to getting the women in bed that they wanted. Chuck must have realized that too. But he really didn't give her much room to protest. He was insistent. So she finally caved in and gave him his needed breaks and danced with a few of the guys. But she always made sure she picked men who didn't try and look down her dress, had dates of their own, made sure they got a real good look at her wedding ring, and knew the situation by giving her 'newlywed' husband a big kiss first. She also made sure to pick a spot on the dance floor where Chuck had a great view of her.

Sarah had to admit, she felt pretty damn sexy out there performing for him, how much actually surprised her a little. And a performance is clearly what it ultimately became. Her dance partner was quickly forgotten as she put on the best show for her husband that she possibly could. She eventually realized that she had never felt like this before. Oh, she had certainly danced for men before with every intention of arousing them. But this was the first time she genuinely wanted him burning with desire so much that she herself became on fire. His calm relaxed smile watching her perform for him just made her try even harder.

It was actually more than just feeling sexy. It was more of an erotic experience. And certainly none of the other men in the club came forward to complain. The first couple of times she had to shoo away a woman or two sitting at the table with him when she returned after her dance / performance. But quickly enough they figured it out and left him alone.

Finally even Sarah had had enough dancing for one night. She was on the floor for a rare slow dance with her arms wrapped firmly around the neck of her guy. Chuck was such an excellent dancer. Actually her new James Bond was the most smooth and confident of any man in the room as they effortlessly spun around the floor. She had done a very good job at teaching him. In fact, the honest truth was that he was receiving at least as many wistful looks from the women as she was from the men. Sarah looked into their eyes. She could see that look as they ogled him. It was clear that had Chuck wanted to, he could have gone upstairs with any number of women tonight. She finally decided to let it go, that if Chuck was willing to set aside his jealousy, maybe she could bite her tongue as well… for tonight anyway.

Sarah had been ready to take him upstairs and start ripping his clothes off for some time now. But it was an entirely different kind of dancing… his tongue dancing with hers that had her knees suddenly weak and was definitely ramping up her excitement level close to her red line. Come to think about it, he was pretty darn good at that kind of dancing as well. "Thank you for the perfect night," she said as the latest kiss broke. "Was our real wedding night this much fun? It's been magical."

Chuck grinned. "Hopefully it's not over yet," he said. "We still have to make a memory for you. This is your fantasy night. Let me know when you're ready to go upstairs and I'll prove it to you."

That's all that Sarah needed to hear. "I'm ready right now," she said.

"Are you sure?" Chuck asked. "Trust me, all the men in the place will be very sad to see you go. Besides, it's okay to dance for as long as you want. I know that you love this and don't get enough chances to do it. I think I caught my second wind. After all, I'm not kidding. This is your night."

"I'm ready," Sarah insisted. "I have been for a while. Let's see if we can put that second wind to good use."

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Once they were in the hallway, Chuck scooped her up in his arms. "What?" he asked in response to her surprised look. "You said earlier that you wanted me to carry you to bed. Well, this is your night."

But he didn't put her down on the bed. He placed her standing right next to it. "This is your night," he said. "So it's time for me to step up a little and give it to you. I think I know exactly what you want. We both know what that means. I'm currently in charge. That is if you're not all talk."

It was odd. There was really no hint in his face that he was teasing. If fact it was more relaxed and confident than she had ever seen him. And whatever he meant by in charge, it was making her knees weaker by the second. But when she went to tell him that she sure as hell wasn't all talk, he stopped her with a single finger to her lips.

"A nod will do," he said.

Sarah quickly nodded. But when she went to put her arms around him to kiss him, he shook his head, grabbed her hands, and gently but firmly placed them behind her back and had her clasp them together. Then he leaned in and kissed her. At first he kept his hands around the back of her head, pressing her mouth to his. But quickly enough he allowed one hand to drift slowly back to her front, then down to her breast. He massaged it not all that gently through her dress for a long while as they continued kissing.

As soon as he broke the last kiss he calmly took off his jacket, went and grabbed a chair, placed it in front of her backwards, and straddled it to watch. "You really do like bad boys don't you Agent Walker?" he asked rhetorically. "There is something that we need to get straight. Let's face it. You're completely mine tonight. You know it and I know it. Let's face some facts. You're dying to find out what happens next. Isn't that right?"

Sarah wasn't sure what was up with the bad boys thing. And calling her Agent Walker? But everything else was clearly true. So she nodded.

"You love to put on a show, don't you, Agent Walker?" he asked, again totally rhetorically. "You proved that over and over pretty convincingly on the dance floor tonight, showing off how sexy you could be. Let's see some of that body you're so proud of. Take your right hand and unfasten your dress for me. Then return it to its place." The matter of fact tone of his voice clearly said that it wasn't a request.

A spy was trained to not ever allow their face to show surprise. But Sarah was admittedly a little surprised. The question of what he meant by in charge was now clearly answered. But this wasn't like Chuck. She had never seen the look that was currently on his face. But there was no question as to who was in charge. There was also no question as to how on fire she currently was. So she did just as he instructed. She took her hand and reached behind her neck where the strap of her backless dress was fastened. Thankfully it was behind her so he couldn't see the tremble from her excitement. Once she had deftly unsnapped the dress and returned the hand to her back as he specified, gravity did the rest of the work and the front slowly slid down to her waist.

Chuck took a long moment and overtly ogled her now bare chest as he undid his tie and calmly unbuttoned his own shirt. "Not bad," he said. "Take it off for me."

It didn't take long. All she had to do was push the dress over her hips and step out of it as it lay bunched on the floor. As soon as she silently complied he smiled confidently. "Be honest," he said. "This is exactly what you were thinking about when you were dancing earlier. Why don't you keep going? Do it slowly, hopefully don't look quite so serious. Maybe smile a little for me. After all, this is what you want, isn't it? Sell it."

Wow. Talk about unexpected. She had already given him a show downstairs dancing. But if Chuck now wanted a private show of a different nature, well Sarah wasn't in the mood to deny him. He was going to get a good one, the very best she could deliver. She wasn't aware that she looked so serious. But she made sure to look him directly in the eyes as she smiled sweetly, calmly reached down, and conspicuously unsnapped the snaps of her garters one by one. She took off the knives that were still strapped to her thigh and dropped them to the floor. Then she hooked her thumbs inside her panties and, as slowly and seductively as she could, slid them down her legs, leaving her standing there in only her garter, stockings, and heels.

Chuck reached out his hand. His meaning was clear. So she reached down, grabbed her panties from the floor where she had just stepped out of them and handed them to him. "Sarah Walker's panties," he said, more to himself with something of an odd smile. "This is something to go into the trophy case." Then he nodded to her. "You may continue."

Trophy Case? Again with the Sarah Walker thing? But there was really nothing to do except play this out. Besides, he was right, she was dying to find out what he had planned next. And she was as on fire as she ever had been in her life, nothing else was even close. The weakness in her knees was making it hard to stand. She took off the garter belt and was about to sit down on the bed to roll her stockings down when Chuck stopped her. "Not yet," he said. "Turn around for me. Slowly."

Once she had done as he asked, Chuck stopped her. "That'll do," he said as he stood up to face her. "For now anyway. I like that look on you. The body is marvelous, every bit as good as your reputation." He pressed his mouth to hers and quickly their tongues were dancing.

Sarah again was surprised at how confident Chuck was being. That look? She was naked except for her smoke colored nylon stockings and heels. Reputation? What did that mean? And marvelous? He'd certainly seen her naked hundreds of times. They had just showered together a few hours ago, getting ready for the mission. He'd rather vigorously rubbed body wash over every single square inch of her 'marvelous' body, and some rather key strategic square inches, ones that he obviously wanted to ensure were extra clean, more than once. They would probably have considered blowing off the mission and still be in there playfully exploring each other if they hadn't run out of hot water. But surprisingly, when she put her hands around his head as was her norm when they were kissing, he broke the kiss, grabbed her hands, and placed them firmly by her either side before he resumed the, what was now pretty intense second base necking.

He really didn't push her onto the bed. He just moved forward into her until she was forced to sit. But he did firmly guide her to lay back, grabbed her hands, and returned them to her side with a look that told her to keep them there. He placed a finger over her lips and whispered seductively in her ear. "We can stop this now if you'd like. Are you ready to stop?"

Once he saw her quickly vigorously shake her head he grinned at her. "I didn't think so," he said. "But if we go on you need to admit something to me. You're totally my plaything tonight, to do with whatever I wish. Is that you want, Agent Walker?"

It took a while for Sarah to nod. But she finally realized though the fog of her burning desire that he was expecting a response.

Finally seeing her nod, Chuck started kissing at her neck and oh so slowly started moving south, pausing for a long moment to pay attention to each of her breasts. It didn't take long at all until they were both standing fully at attention. When he finally got to her stomach, he stood and pulled her legs until her bottom was to the very edge of the bed, slowly guided her knees apart, and paused for a long moment to admire his handiwork before continuing. Then he knelt on the floor in front of her and began kissing frustratingly slowly up the inside of her thighs starting at the top of her stocking. Finally, at long last, there wasn't any farther north to go.

Tonight certainly wasn't the first time that Chuck had performed this particular activity for her, even in the past few days since they were back together. In fact, it was Sarah's favorite part of their love making. She had quickly become conditioned to expect it, to look forward to it, even to more than once rather shyly ask him for it. And he was always more than happy to accommodate her. This was something that he plainly enjoyed as much as she did, if that was possible. He had clearly put in many hours of practice learning what she wanted, had obviously become very, very, very good at it, and just as obviously knew it. He had clearly learned over the years exactly where her hot buttons were, what drove her crazy, how to get her to the very edge, and then slow down and keep her helplessly there at that edge for as long as he wanted. But tonight was different. All of the other times had been sweet, gentle, loving. They were clearly a husband patiently, slowly, almost playfully showing his wife how much he enjoyed giving her pleasure.

But what he was currently doing was not like that at all. It was completely different, courser, almost a little on the rough side. It almost felt like the beginning of an attack. But it was also extremely effective. She really had no choice but to lay there helplessly trying to keep from moaning while her arms were effectively pinned at her sides. She could feel him pushing her knees even farther apart to give himself total access and then slowly but steadily stoking the inferno between her legs, building it to the point where Sarah was now well into uncharted territory. Indeed she was quickly losing the ability for rational thought. She desperately wanted to put her hands on his head, to press his lips and tongue to her even harder… but she knew she had to follow his unspoken instructions. So she grabbed two handfuls of bedspread and kept her hands where he had firmly placed them. She settled for arching her back and pressing herself into him as best she could.

There was no question but that Chuck knew exactly what he was doing. He eventually had her senses stimulated to the very edge. But just before she crossed the line, he abruptly stopped and stood up. He again stepped back and calmly admired his handwork for a long moment as she waited there, not so calmly, making no effort to move from that totally submissive position, basically naked with her legs spread far apart, totally available for whatever he had planned next. Her eyes were closed, hands obediently not moving from her side, her perfect chest quickly rising and falling as she panted to catch her breath. "Are you ready to continue?" he finally asked as he slowly and conspicuously making a statement, unbuckled his belt.

Sarah quickly opened her eyes and, remembering his earlier instruction, nodded her head.

"I'm afraid that I need to hear you say it this time," he teased. "Who is in charge?"

"Yes, I'm ready," she whispered. "You are."

"I'm sorry," Chuck said. "I didn't quite hear you."

"Chuck," Sarah moaned now in frustrated unconditional surrender as she closed her eyes again. "You're in charge. Just please…don't leave me like this."

Fortunately the tone of absolute surrender in her voice was enough for him. Finally she could thankfully feel him begin to firmly press himself into her. Again, they had done this approaching double digit times already in the past couple of days, and probably hundreds of times over the past two years that she couldn't remember. But this was totally different from anything that Sarah had ever experienced before… with anybody really, but certainly not with Chuck. You couldn't call this making love. It wasn't close to that, not patient and gentle and loving like all the times before. This was pure animal lust, on both of their parts really. Chuck started off slowly, almost teasing her at first. As he picked up speed all Sarah could do was to move her hips in rhythm to his powerful animal thrusts and try to make this incredible feeling last as long as she possibly could.

But as he continued relentlessly slamming into her, the long thrusts were coming ever harder and faster. So she arched her back again and did her best to match him, thrust for ever more powerful thrust. And every single one brought Sarah closer and closer to the edge of inevitability, of succumbing to the raging fire that now had her openly moaning, no longer caring where she was or who heard her clear helplessness. She wasn't even sure how long it lasted, maybe hours, maybe seconds. In fact all of her senses faded. All she could feel was the consuming fire, the pure intense electricity flowing from him as he pounded his white hot fire into her over and over and over again, ever harder and ever faster. She knew that she was getting oh so close to the edge of a tremendous explosion… and that she had never ever come close to this feeling before.

Even though Sarah was fighting with everything she had to make this incredible electric feeling last as long as humanly possible, finally she couldn't hold out against the intensity of his fire any longer. She couldn't help the wordless cry of passion that came out of her lips as she finally gave in and the climax overpowered her. All she could do was to dig the heels of her shoes into the carpet, use that as leverage, and lay there helplessly straining against him with every fiber while he continued to pound away even harder and faster until wave after powerful wave after even more wonderfully powerful wave washed over her, drowning her in absolute pleasure, totally consuming her, filling her world.

It probably only lasted a couple of minutes. But Sarah now had no way of knowing. Finally she returned to the living enough to hear him moan and feel his release among her last batch of sweet lingering spasms. He eventually collapsed onto her in total exhaustion. They both lay there trying to catch their respective breaths for several minutes. One thing was now clear.

This second first honeymoon was off to an unexpected start.

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"You have got to be kidding me!" Eric Gold shouted in frustration. "You're going to stand there and tell me that Sarah Walker and that simpleton husband of hers blew through ten trained agents, put three of them in the hospital, and then disappeared into the fucking night without a trace? How is that possible?"

Alan wasn't really in the mood to take much more crap from anybody tonight. He'd already had a long night. His head was still throbbing from where Sarah knocked him unconscious. He took the ice pack off his head long enough to turn and glare at him. "It was him," he said sullenly. "We had Walker totally secured. I've never seen anything close to that. Bartowski was moving so fast that our men had no chance to even move. He had eight on them on the ground before you could even turn your head. We could have had twice as many men in that room and it wouldn't have made a bit of difference. He must have taken some training that we're not aware of."

Eric looked at Alan like he had just sprouted a third eye. "It's the Intersect, moron," he said dismissively. "Bartowski clearly has re-uploaded the Intersect. Did they say anything to you?"

"She called me a messenger boy," Alan growled. "She's going to pay for that. She said that next time you should save the stupid roses, man up, and talk to her yourself. She said that the apology you were expecting wasn't going to happen."

"She did, did she?" Eric asked derisively. "We'll just see about that. If Bartowski is truly the Intersect again, it's more important than ever that we secure his cooperation."

"Just how are we going to do that?" Alan asked sarcastically. "We don't even know where they are."

That got a grim smile. "We don't have to," Eric said. "They'll come crawling to us. You see, they both have fatal weaknesses. His is Walker. Once we have her in our pocket, he'll do anything she asks of him. Hers… well let's just say that she'll be begging me to accept her apology. Assemble your pathetic men that are still fit for duty."

Alan nodded. "Yes, sir," he said. "What are we going to do?"

Eric smiled. "I'm done screwing around," he said.

"It's time to turn up the heat."

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Sarah sat in the bubbling hot tub looking out at the lights. A chilled glass of champagne sat on the ledge next to the bowl of untouched fresh strawberries. Chuck was sitting next to her… also untouched. Other than his asking if she wanted to get in the tub, they hadn't said a single word since their… um… session.

Sarah was perhaps looking at the lights of the strip, but she wasn't really seeing them. She was far too wrapped up in her thoughts. Honestly she was confused, a little about Chuck maybe, but a whole lot about herself. She would never have admitted this to anyone. But before meeting Chuck, Agent Walker's biggest fantasy would have been for some smooth, strong, handsome alpha male, some nameless, faceless James Bond type to rescue her from a dangerous situation, romance her for an evening of dinner, champagne, and dancing, drag her to bed, and simply give her no choice as he totally and completely ravaged her. It was a purely imaginary vision that had gotten her through a lot of pretty lonely nights.

And if she wanted to admit it or not, that's exactly what Chuck had just made happen. And she also had to admit, just a few short minutes ago she was totally under his control, lying there completely submissive to him, would have willingly done anything he asked. That was a first time experience for her. It was also the most intense electric moment she had ever experienced. She was lying there helplessly begging him while he seemingly effortlessly brought her to easily, by an indescribable margin, the most powerful orgasm of her whole life.

But the confusing part was that, for a lifelong fantasy come amazingly, erotically, vividly true, she now wasn't feeling all that good about it. It wasn't guilt. It was something else. The past few days had been easily the best of her life. Indeed, she felt like her life was just beginning. And a large part of that was the gentle love making she was experiencing with him for the first time in her life. And whatever you would call what had just happened on that bed, it wasn't love making. And yes, sure she wanted Chuck to feel more confident in the physical department. She wanted him to feel comfortable taking the lead whenever he was in the mood. She would even be there for him when he was in the mood to play a bit, even to be in control. But there was also the nagging feeling that she wasn't sure she was ready to trade the wonderful loving and tenderness of the past few days for the hot, raw, powerful, animal sex he had just pounded into her, no matter how electric it was.

The problem was that she didn't know how to even begin to talk to him about this stuff. That confident, aggressive James Bond person is sort of what she had been pleading with him to become more like, at least that's how he could have well interpreted it. The very, very last thing that she wanted was to bring back any of his insecurities. But she also didn't want him to change. She sure didn't want him to lose any of the sweetness that made him her Chuck. But it was also hard to argue that what had just happened wasn't great. It surely was, just different. Maybe it would be best to just keep her mouth shut and go with it… for a while anyway. After all, maybe this was just a phase he was going through. Maybe he would eventually…

"Was it everything that you expected?"

Once Sarah interrupted her puzzled thoughts enough to realize that he was speaking to her, she saw his classic silly grin.

"I tried my best to make it everything you described," Chuck said. "I hope it was an okay second first wedding present. Hopefully, it wasn't a letdown. A lifetime of imagination is a pretty tall order to match. Then again, you were moaning pretty good. I'm afraid that acting like that doesn't come very naturally to me. I did my best."

For a long time Sarah could only stare at him in wonder. Equal waves of relief and shame swept over her as the realization hit between her eyes. When would she ever stop underestimating this incredible man? He had just put on a show for her. He wasn't drunk at all. That was what he meant downstairs when he over and over referred to tonight as her fantasy night. He had put aside his discomfort with public affection just to make it more exciting. That's also why he had insisted that she dance with other men with no hint of jealousy. He didn't need a break at all. He was trying to make the mood perfect. That's why he called her Agent Walker time after time. That wasn't Chuck and Sarah Bartowski on that bed at all. It was James Bond and Agent Walker. Only he hadn't really turned into James Bond. He had just pretended, played a role. He had become the smooth, strong, confident, alpha male for her.

He had just gone a hundred miles out of his comfort zone to deliver to his wife the most erotic of her fantasies, with the one man in the whole world she loved and trusted enough for it to actually work. Like most fantasies, it was impossible to imagine it ever really happening. Even if James Bond was a real person, he wouldn't have had a chance to get Agent Walker in bed, and she certainly never would have considered for a single second actually submitting to any man like that. Not being in control was Agent Walker's least favorite thing. But her loving husband, that was completely different.

And it was a fantasy that only Chuck would even know anything about, because he knew every intimate detail about her. And that realization changed everything. It instantly totally turned her mood around. It was now the best gift she had ever been given. Not only that, but you wouldn't do something like that unless you were completely confident it was going to go well. That was the best part. Chuck had just said, louder than any amount of words possibly could, that he worshiped her, was eager to do whatever it took to make her happy. Not only that, he was now comfortable with her, with their future.

Sarah jumped into his arms so quickly that it splashed quite a bit of water over them. "It was incredible," she said as soon as the series of long loving kisses broke. "You were perfect. It was the most intense moment of my life. I actually believed it was happening. I couldn't figure out why you were calling me Agent Walker. I was actually starting to worry that you had really changed into James Bond. Chuck, listen to me for a second. No matter how erotic that was, look, I know that I've been on you to become more confident. But I really don't want you to ever change. I love what I have."

"I know," Chuck said. "You don't have to worry about that. I tried to become that guy for real once… and I almost lost you. It's never happening again."

"Good," Sarah said with a grin. "My panties for your trophy case? What's up with that?"

"It seemed like the thing to say," Chuck said with a laugh. "I wonder if men like that actually do have a trophy case to record their conquests, with a row of panties hanging on hooks. That's pretty weird, isn't it?"

That got them both laughing. "It's totally weird," Sarah said. "Somehow I always pictured that as a more figurative thing."

"Probably," Chuck admitted. "It just came out. I hope that didn't spoil anything."

"It didn't spoil anything," Sarah said. "You were perfect. Thank you for the effort. James Bond can be in charge of Agent Walker any time he wants… as long as we're just playing."

"You're very welcome," Chuck said. "It was… different. I'm glad that you enjoyed it. But honestly I actually prefer the way it's been when you're in charge. That's more us, don't you think?"

"Yes," Sarah said truthfully. "I really do. I'm very glad that you think so too. But I have to admit, that was beyond incredible. I really wouldn't mind you surprising me with something like that again every once in a while. Maybe I'll even buy you a trophy case for your birthday to hold the conquest panties… as long as you promise me that there will always only be a single woman's panties hanging there."

That got his face red. And that fact plainly told her that her Chuck was back, had never really left. "Of course," he said. He was clearly embarrassed by her teasing.

"Good answer," Sarah said playfully. "That was pretty wild. Tell me, have we ever done anything like that before?"

"No," Chuck said. "Not close to that. We've talked about it a few times. Just talking about it was usually enough to get you pretty revved up. There haven't been too many opportunities for me to actually rescue you. It's usually been the other way around. So about six months ago we decided that the next time it ever happened, if we got the chance we'd play it out. I'm sorry if it took you by surprise."

That got a grin. "Don't be sorry," she said playfully. "It was the surprise that made it so exciting." Then she paused for a moment. "Have we talked about a fantasy of yours?"

"Of course," Chuck said with his own grin. "We're still waiting for the right circumstance." He paused for a long moment. "Can I ask you a question? Did any of the men that you danced with tonight… um… did any of them make a move on you?"

There was the slightly jealous Chuck that she loved. How cute was that? "Just one," she said in mock seriousness. "Most of them were intimidated by the fact that I was constantly waiving my wedding ring in their face. But this one guy actually invited me to go upstairs with him. It's the first time in my life that I've ever done anything like that. But I just couldn't stop myself. He was the sexiest man I've ever seen. Once we were in his room, he totally ravished me. I think he said that his name was James Bond."

Chuck's look of concern quickly dissolved into embarrassed relief as he realized she was teasing him.

That caused her wheels to start turning. Sarah actually felt a little embarrassed herself. She had to admit something to herself. She had absolutely no clue what Chuck's special circumstance might be. And for someone who was trained to know what men wanted, especially someone who claimed to know his every thought… that was pretty unacceptable. She thought about how she could find out what it was without having to break down and actually ask him. He would tease her about that incessantly. But whatever this fantasy was he was surely about to see it happen… as soon as she could find out what it was anyway. Maybe a bluff would work. "We have to make it happen," she said. "Do you think that maybe you could give me a couple of days? That way I can prepare, make this circumstance happen, and do it right. After all, you just put a lot of effort into making mine real. That's the least I can do."

If Sarah's goal was to find out Chuck's fantasy and avoid being teased about it forever, well she had just failed miserably. Chuck's grin broadened. "I see," he said in his teasing voice. "You don't have a clue what it is, do you? It's really bugging you. That's sort of a fantasy fulfilled on its own. Some professional seductress you turned out to be."

Sarah didn't respond. But her face immediately turned red. So Chuck quickly let her off the hook. "This is still your night," he said. "Is there something else I can do for you?" He reached under the water and rubbed up her thigh suggestively… and she immediately shifted to give him easy access to go as high as he wanted. "It doesn't necessarily have to be sex," he said playfully. "Maybe you want to go back downstairs and hit the casino, or maybe go back to the club and dance some more, although we are already naked. It seems a shame to waste that."

"A big shame," Sarah agreed softly as she leaned in to kiss him gently. "I've had the oldest fantasy of my life realized by James Bond himself tonight. It was pretty wild. Now how about my newest biggest fantasy? To go over to that huge bed, actually get between the sheets, and be slowly and lovingly seduced by Chuck Bartowski, my soul mate, the unquestioned love of my life, then fall asleep in his arms?"

Chuck just grinned. "I'm not sure I know how to be him," he said playfully. "I'll do my best but…"

"James Bond was easier."

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Emma Burton was a light sleeper by nature. That must be where Sarah got it. So she easily heard Molly open the door and pad softly into her room. "What's wrong?" she asked sleepily.

"I heard some noises," Molly said sadly. "It woke me up."

Emma grinned in the dark. This wasn't that uncommon at all. About once a week Molly woke up in the middle of the night. And even though she knew she probably shouldn't encourage this, after all Molly was six now, she simply couldn't help it. She honestly looked forward to it, more than she should. After all, until Sarah and now Chuck came back into their lives, Molly was all she had. So she threw back the covers. "Only for a few minutes," she said. But as Molly climbed into the bed and snuggled comfortably with her mother, they both knew that she was now there for the night.

"When do you think we'll see Chuck and Sarah again?" Molly asked.

Emma's grin returned with a vengeance. Molly had just asked about both of them. But she clearly had a huge crush on her new brother-in-law. And if you were going to have a crush on someone, Chuck Bartowski was a pretty darn good choice. But she made sure not to let Molly think she was teasing her about it. That wouldn't do. "I don't know, sweetie," she said with a sigh. "I don't think it will be very long. Your sister really missed you. And Chuck…"

"He's a nice guy," Molly interrupted. "Isn't he?"

"He's a very nice guy," Emma agreed softly. "Your sister is incredibly lucky to have met him. So are we."

Suddenly the lights turned on. When Emma could get over being startled enough to look to the doorway there was a man standing there with a gun. "Maybe you're going to need some of that luck," he said.

"Get dressed. We're going for a ride."

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