Author's Note: Long time long time long time. I'm so sorry. I was having some personal issues the last few months, which is why I stopped updating. I still am going through some things, kind of struggling, and also I don't have any money. BUT I found that sitting down and getting back to my writing was really healing. So here I am.

Thank you to everyone who is still reading and supporting my work. I am so grateful I could burst. This one is almost done. And then I have a new story, an AU Charah fic, that will start going up once I finish this one.

Hope you all enjoy this chapter and it was worth the wait. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own CHUCK and I'm not making any money from this story.

Sarah flopped onto her back beside her boyfriend, breathing heavily as she let her body sink into the mattress. The sweating rather cancelled out the shower she'd taken, but she didn't care. And as Chuck rolled onto his side to drape an arm over her belly, it seemed he didn't care either. He was sweating just as much as she was. If not more.

She giggled and panted at the same time, a wide grin stuck on her face as she pushed her hair back from her forehead. "We have got to do this more often."

"What, sex?" he asked, lifting his head and raising an eyebrow, his lip curled in confusion.

"Yeah, but—I mean the shutting ourselves away, tossing our phones in a drawer, and just…doing it for hours. It is absolutely fantastic for my workout regiment."

He grinned with a soft chuckle, nuzzling his cheek against the pillow. "I have a confession, Sarah. I'm not a huge fan of working out alone."

"Oh, then this is perfect for you," she chirped, still panting.

They both laughed, turning towards one another. Sarah sobered a little, a small smile still on her features. "The workout aside, Chuck…This is just really good for us, I think. Connecting like this. Pushing everything else to the side for awhile and just enjoying one another. Even if it isn't sex. If it means seeing a movie or going on a hike or something like that, I'll take it."

"But also the sex, right?"

She laughed loudly, letting it overtake her. "Yes, that too."

Sarah watched as Chuck's amber eyes clouded thoughtfully, a cute little line appearing between his eyebrows. Instead of asking him what he was thinking about, she just watched him and waited for him to speak. It took almost a minute, but then his eyes cleared and he looked up to meet her gaze.

"So…I was in Ellie and Devon's place awhile back, at the Awesomes, as it were…" he teased, and she giggled through her nose. "The Captain was at work, saving someone's life no doubt, and Ellie and I were gonna watch a movie. It was while, you know, while I wasn't a spy, job searching. So you weren't around."

Sarah nodded. "Right."

"And Ellie, I think, was trying to keep me busy…You know. Brother and sister fun times. Movies, popcorn, wine. Like we used to do when we were kids after our parents…" He made a gesture with his hand and fluttered his fingers, indicating that his parents flew the coop. She simply nodded silently. "Minus the wine," he rushed. "Obviously." His smile became a little crooked and she smiled back, amused. "And then Ellie stopped the movie. And she put down the wine and the popcorn, and I knew it was serious right then because there isn't much that'll make Ellie put down wine or popcorn, and both at the same time? Nuh uh."

Sarah laughed, mostly because she knew it was true. Ellie loved her snacks, sometimes to the chagrin of her health-obsessed husband. And even then, he simply chuckled and shook his head or rolled his eyes. And Ellie with wine was like Scrooge with gold. Never enough. Always more.

"She turned to me," Chuck continued. "And she asked me if I was okay. I was confused. Like, was I doing anything different that made her concerned? I thought I was just watching the movie and stealing some popcorn, like I've done for years during Bartowski movie nights. So I shrugged and said no. And she gave me that 'you're lying' look."

Sarah knew the look.

"She asked about you."

"About me?" Sarah asked, chewing on the inside of her lip.

"Yeah. Well, really…Really, she asked me if I regretted leaving the spy world behind. And I didn't really know what to tell her except the truth. That I missed it, you know? I missed feeling like I was making a difference. And even though I didn't mention you, she did that big-sister-who-knows-me-too-well thing…you know, where she pauses dramatically…and then she went, 'And Sarah.'" Chuck shook his head with a short huff of amusement and rolled his eyes. Sarah simply watched him, waited.

"So I answered immediately. 'And Sarah. Of course I miss Sarah.' Then she got all quiet and contemplative. And she asked if you were what I missed the most now that I wasn't a spy. I mean, of course you were. I missed you like crazy. I missed working with you. I missed that feeling at the end of a mission, whether it was successful or not, when we just got to collapse in bed and we didn't even have to say anything. Or, you know, post mission adrenaline sex. Sooo good," he drawled in a deep, scratchy voice that sent a delicious shiver down Sarah's spine. And she felt a bit of a blush tinge her cheeks. Which was ridiculous.

But Sarah also wondered what all of this was leading up to. So she didn't say anything, still waiting with a patient and warm smile on her face as she moved her hand to rest on his hip, her thumb stroking over the defined hip bone there.

"I didn't tell her all that stuff about the sex. Obviously."

"I hope not," she quipped, widening her eyes, and he widened his eyes back.

"Nope! Just that you were what I missed the most about not being a spy. But then, I mean, of course you were. You're my girlfriend. I love you. And just like any relationship where two people spend a lot of time together and suddenly they're not spending…well…any time together…it's hard. And I told her that, too. I knew she got it. She had to. I mean, her and Devon spent some time apart when they first started dating. Don't know if anybody ever mentioned that to you. But after the quake and tsunami in Indonesia back in '04, Awesome joined this coalition of doctors and flew there to help. Ellie was still stuck back home in grad school. He was there a long time. Almost a whole year."

Sarah raised her eyebrows. "Wow. I didn't know that. That's a very…Captain Awesome thing to do."

"More heroic than flossing, that's for sure," he quipped, and Sarah's smile held extra meaning, so that he'd know she recognized that line from their very first date years earlier, when she'd feared he might be working with her traitorous ex-partner. The fact that she'd hoped as hard as she had that he wasn't working with Bryce was certainly telling, she thought to herself now. She'd already liked him quite a bit by then. She'd liked him more than she should have.

And here they were.

That thought made her smile a little harder.

"But Ellie then asked if I resented her for making me quit. And I was quick to shut that down, don't worry." Sarah had been a little worried, but of course Chuck had shut Ellie's theory down. "But she still had that bothered look on her face. And I realized that…that even though I missed being a spy, even though I missed you, what Ellie said to me after dad—after our dad died," Sarah felt a lump in her throat as he blinked rapidly and let out a soft breath, "it was really important. To me. For years, all I had was my sister. You know? And Morgan, obviously. But that never changed. We stuck together. And then dad came back, or…well, I guess I kinda forced him back. And now he's gone again. For good this time. Me and Ellie are the only Bartowski's left. I mean, until I find my mom, obviously. And who knows what lies down that path?"

Sarah stroked him a little more earnestly, scooting closer in support and kissing his chin. "We'll find out together."

He didn't say anything to that. Just that soft warm smile and a gentle shake of his head. Almost like he was in awe of how much he loved her. And she simply smiled back, stroking her hand up his chest.

"You know I really didn't resent Ellie for asking me to quit, though, right?" he asked, his brow furrowed as he moved his head on the pillow to look up at her at a better angle.

"Of course, Chuck."

"I told her she hadn't made me quit. That I chose to. Because she asked. And because I cared about her. That our little family was important to me. You know?"

She nodded quickly.

"And then she asked me if I was worried. About—About us. Me and you." Sarah swallowed the lump. "I know, right? Big question. I mean, she was obviously thinking about her and Awesome. They'd had a rough go of it while he was in Indonesia. Nothing relationship threatening, obviously. But…still. I'm sure that was what prompted her to ask me." He paused. "I think I maybe surprised myself a little bit. Because even though I missed you somethin' fierce," he said in a bad Southern accent, causing her to let out a huff of amusement, "I wasn't worried. Not about us. In spite of the distance, you know, and the fact that you were spending weeks at a time doing your typical bad ass spy stuff, we were okay. We're always okay. Better than okay. I knew we'd be just fine. We've been through a lot, you and me. And it's only ever brought us closer."

Except for that part where they were dating other people and things were super uncomfortable between them, Sarah thought to herself with a slight ache in her chest. When they were both stupid and immature and hurting when they didn't have to be. Or maybe they did have to be. Maybe they'd grown up. She knew she had. And she thought maybe he had too. In fact she knew. He was still very much the same Chuck who thought he could maybe be her very own baggage handler on their first date. But he was older now. Wiser. More self-aware. And he knew her, too. Better than anyone in her life ever had, maybe even better than she knew herself, though she'd never say it out loud. It was still a scary thought, in spite of how much she loved him.

"When I told Ellie that, I think she really believed that I believed it. And it was because I was being completely sincere. I was sure of it. I am sure of it. Didn't make me miss you any less, of course." He shrugged adorably, his mouth melting into a slow smile. "But we're stronger than all of that. Anything. Everything. Always."

So.

That was the point he was working up to.

"I guess my point is that…even if I wasn't pulled back into the spy game again by, you know, everything…by Beckman, the search for my mom, et cetera…even if I was working some desk job somewhere…you know, if Beckman hadn't torpedoed all of my chances at getting hired," he said in a flat voice, pressing his lips together, "we'd still be good. This…" He gestured between them. "…would still be the best and most important part of my life. It'd still be…really special. I guess is what I'm saying."

Sarah felt her heart thud radically against her chest, threatening to burst right through her ribcage.

"Which kinda goes back to what you said before…about us needing to find more time for things like this. Time for-for hanging out just the two of us. Even if we go another few weeks or months without a breather, without getting to have this sort of time together…I really think we'll be fine. Not that I think we shouldn't try, of course. This is just so good," he said in a quiet, rumbly voice, a dreamy look on his features as he shook his head and nuzzled Sarah's cheek. "I just don't think anything can change that."

She just stared at him for awhile. She was overflowing with emotion, and yet she was suppressing it a little. It wouldn't do to start crying.

Instead she nibbled her lip thoughtfully. It didn't occur to Sarah Walker to tell him she loved him. Or to agree. Even though she did love him and did agree. She was struck by his words, and she was overwhelmed by how grateful she was to him in that moment. Not that she'd ever had any doubts about whether they could do this, whether they could last. But what he'd just said basically eliminated the chance for doubts to creep into her mind in the future, no matter how busy their spy life got, no matter how often it interrupted their sex life. Or their…well, their life life.

Sarah Walker ran with that grateful feeling radiating in her chest. She listened to the powerful beating of her heart. And she set her hands to his chest, gently pushing him onto his back. She slid on top of him, their bodies having since cooled a little after the steamy tryst earlier. And she kissed him softly, cupping his face in her fingers loosely, before sliding them down to beneath his jaw, stroking his neck.

And then she kissed his jaw, the underside of it, and shifted down his body just a little to kiss his neck. He simply sunk deeper into the mattress and smiled, letting her do whatever she damn well pleased.

So she moved even lower, pointedly dragging her body down so that that he could feel every last bit of her skin, and her desire as her nipples hardened while sliding over his torso. Down, down, down, spending time on his nipples, covering them with her hot mouth, first one and then the other, teasing him with her tongue and teeth.

She could hear the pleasure in his soft sighs, his contentment visible on his face as his eyes slid shut and his mouth stretched into a happy smile. Sarah moved lower still, letting her lips and tongue taste every last hill of his muscles, and the valleys in between.

She wanted him to feel her love. She wanted him to feel her agreement. She got what he'd been saying obviously…That they might not get a chance to take a vacation like this for awhile. That this time alone was sacred in that it was pretty rare for them. That they'd still be okay in spite of that.

But she wanted her touch and her kisses to relay her agreement to him.

So she stopped at his belly button, let her tongue swirl in a circle around the rim of it a few times, and then dipped inside, licking and humming so that his lower belly vibrated with her voice.

He groaned her name softly, his voice crackling like a small bonfire on the beach at night.

Sarah left his belly button then and drew a line down until she reached the base of his cock, sliding her body in between his thighs as he opened them up to make it easier for her.

Turning her head a little, she kissed his inner thigh, opening her mouth to suck on his skin and tease it with her tongue, and then turned her head the other way to do the same to his other thigh. And then she wrapped her fingers around his penis and held it up so that she could run her tongue up the underside.

He groaned a little louder and squirmed, but didn't budge. She couldn't see his face anymore, as the sheet was draped over her head, but she could picture it. He always had that same dreamy look on his face when she gave him head.

She smiled and licked the underside again. And again. And again. And then she slowly stroked her hand up and down his length, applying pressure and shifting to take the very tip of him into her mouth.

She teased with her tongue, flicking over it, listening to his gasps and sighs, and then she slid her fingers back down to the base and held his cock steady while she enveloped him completely with her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down.

"Oohhhh, Saraahhh," he let out in a breathy groan. She could see the sheets twist in his hands and she doubled down on her efforts. What she wanted to do more than anything was to take her time, make it last. This wasn't just about her worshipping him, or showing him how much she appreciated him and his sweet sentiment.

Sarah wanted this. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to hear his pleasure.

She was also in love with him. And she wanted him to feel the way he made her feel on those mornings when he slid under the sheets to taste her. She wanted Chuck to feel the same ecstasy he made her feel. Because he was the most important person in the world to her.

The single most important thing in her entire life. Ever.

So Sarah did take her time, using her hands and mouth to pleasure him, not caring how long it took, not caring what time it was. She licked him reverently, buried him in her mouth and sucked to make him whimper, and then removed him completely from between her lips to pump him with her hand.

It went on for awhile, as she built him up, only to ease him down again, repeating it over and over and over.

Until his skin was hot to the touch, his cock quite nearly vibrating in her mouth he was so close. She slid her head down as far as she could, her fingers playing with his balls, and she swallowed.

"Oh my God," he whimpered in a strangled voice. "God Sarah, I'm—" He cursed loudly and she heard his fist thump against the headboard of the bed.

When she felt him graze over the beginnings of her throat, she swallowed again, fighting back the gag reflex. After one more swallow, he twitched in her mouth and came.

She pulled back just enough and sucked, stroking the base and his balls, making sure to get all of it. When he was finished, his body heaving under his panting breaths, repeating her name in a ragged whisper, she gently slid him completely out of her mouth and climbed up from beneath the sheet to snuggle against his side, kissing his shoulder.

The look on his face nearly made her laugh. He had a goofy crooked grin and his eyelids were half shut, and he just looked so damn satisfied. He let out his own breathless chuckle and groaned, turning his face away from her at first, and then turning back to look at her.

"Mindblowing."

"You deserved it." And then she paused for a second, before rushing on, "But I wanted to do it, also. Just so you know."

"Nothing about the last however many minutes that was makes me think otherwise," he panted, and she loved that he was still panting. She couldn't help but feel pretty gratified. "I'm a lucky friggin' guy. Don't ever think I don't remember that, like, every second of every day, 'kay?" His eyes were bright with happiness, but there was also a deep sincerity to him in that moment.

"'Kay," was all she could say to that, beaming like a madwoman.

After snuggling for a few minutes, the silence comfortable and happy, they climbed out of bed, left it messy, got dressed, and wandered into the kitchen to pick at leftovers for lunch. Sarah settled with her smoked albacore and tartar sauce in the window seat, looking out at the storm that had lightened now to just rain, the hail that had been gathered on the ground before having already melted.

Chuck nudged at her sock-covered feet and she made a teasingly grumpy sound, pulling her legs in to make room for him to sit on the other side. But then she smiled happily when he let her drape her feet over his lap again, propping his plate of assorted meats and cheeses on her shins and resting his back against the window.

"So I hate to be that guy, but when are we heading out tomorrow?"

Sarah groaned and thumped her head against the wall behind her. "Chuuuuck…"

"I knowww, I know. Sorry. I just…feel like we should get that out of the way so that we can enjoy the rest of our time without, like, logistics and stuff ruining it." He shrugged and ate a slice of salami.

She let the tender albacore fall apart in her mouth and enjoyed it for a few seconds, before she chewed and swallowed. "Fine. I was thinking midday. No traffic. And we'd get home with enough time to decompress before we dive back into…" She sighed. "…everything."

He looked a little glum as he ate some cheese. "Yeah I hear ya. …See? That's done. Ta daaa. Now we can just enjoy!"

Sarah giggled and shook her head at him. Then she peered back out at the downpour that was happening outside of the window she leaned her shoulder against. "It's too bad we can't really enjoy it, though."

"Maybe tomorrow it'll be nice and sunny and we can go out for a swim or something."

She reflected on that quietly, and realized that they hadn't really done anything very recreational while they were here. And it made sense. This wasn't exactly a resort town. People didn't come here to vacation. People went to Hawaii or San Diego or other places that had a whole bunch of water sports or parasailing or cliff jumping.

It was so much quieter here. Peaceful. This was where you came if you wanted a peaceful vacation where you could enjoy nature and, well, each other.

Sarah finished off her albacore and reached as far to her right as she could to slide the plate onto the table, trying not to jostle Chuck's plate that rested on her shins still. And then she settled back into the seat and sighed.

"Yeah. If we can't, we can't. I mean, we didn't exactly come out here to do a whole lot of stuff, right?" she prompted with a shrug. "We came out here to be alone. And I think we've accomplished that pretty well so far."

"Yes. Yes we have." He sent her a look that made her giggle.

Once he finished with his food, he passed her his plate and she reached over to set it next to hers. And they stayed on the comfortable seat silently shifting between watching the rain and glancing at each other.

Eventually Chuck picked up her feet and started massaging them, his fingers pressing in slow circles on the ball of first one foot and then the other, before focusing on her arches. She melted against the wall and hummed happily, letting her eyes slip shut, listening to the combination of the rain and the waves outside.

His fingers tucked under her socks then and peeled them off, focusing on rubbing her toes and insteps, before he slid his hands up beneath her exercise pants and rubbed her ankles and calves.

"Don't let anyone ever say nerds are bad at foot rubs," Sarah drawled, letting her arm flop limply over the side of the seat, swinging lazily.

"Who would say that? I mean come on," he scoffed, and she giggled, opening her eyes to look at him. "Think about it. We're so good with controllers…" He picked up one of her feet and held it like a video game controller, pressing her toes like they were the A and B button…or whatever. She tried to yank her foot away because it tickled, but he caught her in his tight grip and kept doing it.

"No!" she squealed, using her other foot to try to push his hands off, but then he just caught that one too, twisting in the seat to get a better grip on her. She laughed, trying to kick at him, but he was too strong.

The struggle continued for a few more seconds until she finally broke free and pulled her feet in tight to her body, glaring at him even as her eyes were rimmed with tears from laughter. "You're a jerk. You know I hate being tickled."

"Couldn't resist," he shrugged.

She kept glaring, pursing her lips. And then she smiled warmly, crooking her finger for him to come closer. He didn't fall for it, shaking his head with a grin. She just tilted her head adorably, kept smiling, and crooked her finger again.

"Nope. You're gonna whoop my ass if I go over there."

"Mmm, but I notice you aren't moving away, either," she drawled.

"It's your gravitational pull. I can't escape it. I'm just barely resisting as it is."

Sarah bit her lip at him, smirking a little, and then she climbed to her feet and slowly moved to stand in front of him. He wasn't expecting her to do that apparently, as he looked up at her with wide eyes. She took his hands delicately and lifted them. And she loved the look on his face as she moved even closer, sidling between his legs.

"Don't resist, Chuck." She paused, then put one of his hands against her backside, the other on her waist. "Embrace it."

"You are a tigress today, lady," he said with a smirk, and she merely shrugged. If this was going to be their last day of vacation, why shouldn't they take advantage of it? And not just the sex, but being alone together, connecting on every level without having to worry about other people influencing or interrupting. There was no government on their backs, no missions hanging over their heads. Nothing but this last day and night to be together. At least…together like this. And probably for awhile.

Chuck made to stand up, but Sarah put her hands on his shoulders, keeping him on the window seat. She took one quick cursory glance out of the window, seeing no one and nothing but their small back porch and the sea beyond it.

Then she stepped back just a little, untying the front of her gray cotton pants and letting them fall to pool around her ankles. She stepped out of them and followed with her panties, leaning in to kiss Chuck slowly as she draped her hand over the front of his pants.

He hummed into the kiss and she felt him smiling against her lips as she slowly massaged the bump beneath his pants. They had been pretty active all day, which meant that he wouldn't be quite as fast to get hard as he could be, so she took her time, lowering herself to sit on his thighs and continuing to stroke him.

He reached up to pull her face even closer to his, seeking entrance into her mouth as he swiped his tongue over her lips. She moaned softly and brought her other hand up to push her fingers through his hair at the back of his head, before stroking back down to massage the base of his neck.

She popped the button at the front of his pants, then slid the zipper down, moving them out of the way and reaching inside to hold him over his cotton boxers.

He broke away from the kiss and let out a whimpering sigh, bumping her nose with his and grinning. She grinned back and then kissed him again, rubbing him with the heel of her palm, before closing her fingers around his length as best she could.

They stayed that way for awhile, the intimacy between them mounting into overwhelming passion. Until finally, she felt how hard he was, how ready he was. He panted into her neck, kissing her jaw, dragging his large, warm hands down her back until he slid them underneath her and held her backside tightly.

She gasped and let her jaw go slack, widening her eyes, giggling. And as he lifted her from his lap, she braced her feet on the floor and stood up a little, watching as he levered himself off of the seat for just long enough to push his pants and boxers out of the way. They still clung to his upper thighs as he guided her back down to sit on his lap.

Sarah shut her eyes and buried her face in his hair, her arms around his shoulders as she scooted in to feel his cock against her sex. She ground her hips against his and whimpered, feeling his breath fan her hair at her temple.

And then she felt his fingers move from where they clung to her thigh, tucking them between their bodies and eagerly guiding himself to her entrance. Sarah sank onto him, lowering herself until he was buried inside of her to the hilt.

His back thumped against the glass window behind him as he leaned back and looked down at where they were connected, arching himself up against her quickly to make her yelp. Her surprise turned into a grin, her eyes sparkling in mischief, and she began to ride him, her hands clinging to his shoulders.

Chuck dropped his own hands to the cushion on either side of him and he clung, as she reached back to brace herself on his thighs behind her. Her movements were powerful as she swung her hips, staring up at the ceiling in ecstasy.

They continued to pleasure one another, as Sarah steadily increased her pace, her breath coming out in desperate, quick puffs. When the pleasure almost became too much, she leaned forward and reached up to smack her hand against the window over Chuck's head. Her fingers curled against it, making a soft squeaking sound, and she began to bounce on his cock, opening her mouth wide in a moan then shutting it again and letting out a strangled hiss of his name through gritted teeth.

"You feel so good," Chuck groaned in a breathless voice, starting to meet her with gently swinging hips. He moved up to close his teeth over her collarbone and growled, slapping a hand against one of her ass cheeks and squeezing.

She let out a lusty, breathless laugh and stopped bouncing, rolling her hips instead, gyrating, clenching her whole body as her climax approached.

"I'm coming," she panted into his ear. "Oh Chuck, yes!"

And she repeated his name over and over until she orgasmed, throwing her head back and crying out, her body tensing, fingers grappling at his head, his shoulders, any part of him she could find as he continued to rock against her.

She could barely breathe as she finally slumped forward into his arms, cradling his head, dropping her lips to his hair and just letting him hold her. She had to fight to regain her composure, and even then, everything felt so good.

Wanting more but still totally speechless, Sarah slowly arched her back in a soft thrust.

Something inside of Chuck must have snapped then. And she didn't know what or how or why, but it was like a switch was flipped.

Suddenly he was tugging at his pants and boxers, kicking them off, and he was standing up, holding her securely in his grip, still buried inside of her. She squealed and laughed, looking down at his face in awe as he staggered away from the window seat.

And then she felt the arm of the couch against her behind as he set her down on it.

Just like that, he bent her back so that she had to quickly grab at the back of the couch and hold onto it to keep from falling. He grabbed her left leg and slung it over his arm, bending that back as well, before he leaned down over her and started thrusting into her.

She cried out and watched, following the hard planes of her body to stare as he made his strokes long, slow, and hard. "Chuck!"

Sarah couldn't contain herself. The sounds she made were loud, laced with a mixture of ecstasy and shock. It was a good thing their neighbors were pretty far away, though she didn't have the presence of mind at that moment to think about any neighbors. She didn't care about anything except for what her boyfriend was doing to her.

He just kept going, drilling into her, until she felt him still abruptly. His face became pinched and she knew he was close, on the very edge. Before she could push herself against him, however, he reached around with his arm that was holding her leg up and pressed his fingers against her clitoris.

Chuck rubbed her a little roughly, thrusting into her three more times, hard and slow, until she felt him come inside of her. He let out a strangled groan of her name, his eyes shut tight. And he followed up by panting "Come for me, baby" as he emptied himself.

With the way he was rubbing her, it wasn't long until she did climax, letting her head fall back and holding onto his shoulders.

Her body finally went limp, and she was vaguely aware of Chuck moving her and draping her onto the couch. He pulled out of her and crawled down on top of her, letting her feel his weight, the heat of his skin, his lips on her cheek.

When she finally regained a bit of sense, Sarah wasn't entirely sure what to say. They were both still breathing hard, still clinging, and God, but she could not stop grinning into his shoulder.

"Sorry, I sort of…" He tried, still panting. "I maybe went a little overboard."

Her resulting giggle was incredibly deep and lusty. She breathed in through her nose and let it out through her mouth slowly, pushing her hair out of her face. "If that was overboard…you have my permission…to go overboard…way more often," she whispered, still trying to catch her breath.

He chuckled. "Good. I thought I had maybe…"

"No," she said, shaking her head. "You could never."

And she stroked the backs of her fingers down his shoulders, over his back, and to his behind where she grabbed on and gave him a teasing squeeze. "That was unbelievable."

"You're unbelievable," he shot back.

And Sarah thought about how she'd do her best to bring that side of Chuck out again someday. She didn't know how she'd do it. She didn't know what had snapped inside of him. But whatever it was, she wanted it to happen again.

The warmth and intimacy from earlier on wasn't gone, but it was enriched. Enriched by a deep understanding of one another's physical needs, by overwhelming desire, and by the scorching blaze of heat that existed between them no matter how many months had passed since they first got together.

Sarah found herself grinning, her eyes drifting shut, even as her arms tightened around him.

I needed it as much as they did and I'm not ashamed to say it.

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