Chuck VS The Family Volkoff
Notes: This picks up where my last chapter ended. Also, I have now met Zac and my life is exceptionally more complete. He is sexy as hell and a super nice guy.
Sarah tried to fall asleep, her body was certainly sated, but her mind continued to race. She had been putting it off, had almost talked herself out of it, but after the talk with Chuck about Vivian and her father Sarah had decided she should probably give Chuck the pre-nup.
She knew he would be hurt and he probably should be, but she needed to have a safety net in place for her dad, he had no one else to take care of him. Chuck didn't get it and of course he didn't, his father was a hero: crazy and an absentee parent, but still a hero.
Sarah had the pre-nup drawn up months ago, but she never had the heart to present it to Chuck. Tomorrow she had to rip the band aid off.
She turned her head on the pillow and took in the profile of her soon-to-be husband and swallowed audibly when she saw he too was awake.
"You alright?" his voice was not as clear as his eyes.
"Yeah, just couldn't sleep," she shrugged as she noticed the time on the clock read 3:17.
"Come here," he shifted a little and opened his arm to her.
She slid back in against his warm body. Usually the steady beat of his heart against her temple and the rhythmic rising and falling of his chest would lull her to sleep, but at the moment it was having the opposite effect. She turned her lips into his neck and kissed him there with purpose.
"Again?" he arched an eyebrow.
"I'm really very awake," she explained as she slid her legs over his allowing him to feel the heat radiating off of her.
"Yes you are," he grinned as he shifted to make her more comfortable against him, cradling her hip with one hand and her head with the other, pulling her up to kiss her deeply.
"I want you so much," Sarah spoke into his mouth between kisses hoping he understood that what was coming tomorrow was not about them at all.
"I'm right here," he promised as he trailed his fingers down her spine.
"I can't get enough of you," she pressed their bodies together in all the really important places.
"Well, luckily there is plenty of me," Chuck said absently and then froze.
Sarah laughed clear and loud in the dark still room and she could see his blush despite the lack of light.
"I meant, I'm tall you know, there is a lot of me and most of it is limbs," Chuck flailed verbally as he flailed his arms as evidence.
"I love you so much," Sarah laughed again, the levity not detracting from her ardor in the slightest, Chuck was often at his sexiest when he was making her laugh, "and for the record, I am very happy with exactly how much of you there is."
It was Chuck's turn to swallow audibly as Sarah kissed down his chest and disappeared beneath the sheets.
***555***
The flight home from the Swiss Alps sucked. Volkoff was despondent over Vivian's betrayal, Sarah was worried about the Thorium being in the wind, Chuck was still flustered by the pre-nup and Casey was asleep.
"You gave him a pre-nup?" Volkoff asked from his seat where he was snuggly handcuffed.
Sarah looked away from the window she had been gazing out and realized Chuck must have gone to the rest room or the galley.
"It is well within my rights to sedate you," Sarah glared at him.
"Do you honestly think that man would ever begrudge you anything? He is so ridiculously in love with you he would probably sign a kidney over to you if you asked."
"I know," she whispered.
"You probably broke the poor boy's heart," Volkoff continued his emotional assault.
"I love him just as much as he loves me," Sarah defended.
"Does he know that?"
"Yes," Sarah said without hesitation.
It was infuriating how accurate Volkoff was in his assessment, Chuck would never begrudge her anything and he could care less about money, Sarah suddenly wished the plane would fly faster so she could get home and destroy that foolish document.
"I have every reason in the world to loathe him, but even I can see why you love him," Volkoff stared at her intently.
"Everything OK in here?" Chuck asked as he approached Sarah with a bottle of water and packet of nuts for her from the galley.
"Fine," Sarah tore her gaze from Volkoff and softened her eyes for Chuck.
"Where do you think we are?" Chuck asked as he sat opposite Sarah at a small table.
"Iowa," Sarah said.
"Really?" Chuck looked out the window expecting large expanse of cornfields.
"I have no idea," Sarah laughed as his eyebrows dropped.
"You were just pulling my leg?" he poked at her calf with the toe of his Chuck's.
"I was," she flirted back but reigned it in as she saw Volkoff watching them.
"How about a movie?" Chuck reached down and retrieved his laptop, knowing there was not going to be any small talk in front of Volkoff.
"Or I could drug him and we could make out?" Sarah offered with a grin.
Chuck pondered the option but opened the laptop and pulled up Little Miss Sunshine from his Netflix queue.
"I love this movie," Sarah smiled.
"I know you do," Chuck moved over to sit next to her, putting his feet up on the seat he was just using and pressed play.
***555***
Sarah followed Chuck back in to the apartment, the little lines of tension between his eyebrows still firmly in place. He took his wine glass back and downed the couple of sips that were left, refilled the glass and drank that too.
"Would you rather go straight to whiskey?" Sarah asked as she hooked her thumb back towards the kitchen.
"Huh?"
She just shook her head at him.
"Sorry. Sorry, we were having a nice relaxing romantic moment here and my family, as usual, threw a wrench in that," he walked to her and took her elbows in his warm big hands.
"It's OK, I'm worried about her too," Sarah admitted.
"I just wish I knew what my dad was doing leaving it for her. I mean, what if there is an Intersect on there and Ellie downloads it," Chuck's eyes went huge.
"Your dad was a really smart guy Chuck and he didn't want you to have an Intersect he certainly wouldn't have left one for Ellie," Sarah reasoned as she leaned in to kiss him and try to get their post-pre-nup groove back.
"Mmmm," he was either agreeing or enjoying the kiss, Sarah didn't care which.
He was almost totally in to it too, she felt his hands move around the back of her blouse, tugging her just the slightest bit closer and then his lips stopped and she could feel the tension in his face.
"You want to do the dishes," she accused.
"Well, we had pasta and if the red sauce sits on the plates overnight…."
"My soon-to-be husband would rather wash dishes than kiss me, huh, I bet some wives would be OK with that," Sarah smiled.
"It is not an either or, I would prefer to do the dishes first and then kiss you more," he poked the tip of her nose with his index finger and headed for the kitchen.
"Knock yourself out, Bartowski," she grinned.
"Are you going to be a Bartowski?" he asked as he started the water.
"Huh?" Sarah asked as she finished her own wine and brought him the wine glasses to add to the pile.
"Are you going to change your name?" Chuck clarified as he started on the silverware.
"Well, Chuck, you know names are kind of nebulous in our line of work. I don't have a real name now. To anyone who matters, yes, of course I am taking your name, but as far the CIA is concerned probably not. Is that OK?"
"Yeah, of course. It would get confusing at work with Casey yelling Bartowski at both of us," he smiled and it looked genuine, but his emotions were a bit all over the map.
"I have an idea," Sarah piped up, "you know what makes me feel better after a particularly emotional day?"
"I do, but my hands are currently immersed in hot soapy water," he waggled his eyebrows.
"Ice cream. I am going to go get us some ice cream," Sarah just ignored the innuendo and headed for her purse.
"You aren't wearing shoes," Chuck looked at her feet.
"Keys and shoes," she added to her list, "and money, I have some of that I think."
"Not any more, you should have had me sign a pre-nup…."
"Hysterical, we aren't even married yet," she sidled up beside him and pressed her hip into his side.
"Soon though," Chuck smiled.
"Very soon," she stretched up on her toes and kissed his cheek.
***555***
It didn't take long for Sarah to get to their local ice cream shop and pick up a pint of Rocky Road and get home. Chuck was in a pair of boxers and a tee shirt and the apartment was clean with the lights dimmed, soft music playing.
"I'll take that, go change," he said softly.
Sarah emerged in a long gauzy flowy nightgown Chuck had never seen before. It wasn't overtly sexy, but he was fairly certain she wasn't wearing anything under it.
"Were you planning to share that?" Sarah asked as she spotted that the spoon in Chuck's mouth appeared to be the only utensil he brought from the kitchen.
"Of course," he said as he used the spoon to scoop another bite and offer it to her.
Bite by bite they ate the entire pint of ice cream without saying another word, but their eyes never strayed for long, it was one of the most intimate moments of Sarah's life, an entire conversation with no words, a silent declaration of love and as Sarah licked the last of the ice cream from the spoon the cool metal against her tongue was replaced by the warmth of Chuck's own tongue sliding against hers, his body pressing her down into the couch.
Usually so talkative, Chuck maintained the quiet intensity, his eyes never leaving Sarah's as he tugged her nightgown up. His eyes widened when he realized he was right about what she had, or didn't have, on under it and she blushed under his silent scrutiny, nibbled her lower lip between her teeth adorably and nodded that she knew he was trying to keep them under the silent spell.
She bent her legs giving him better access to move under her nightgown and allowed her to maneuver his boxers off with her toes, his eyes flitted away for a second to watch her toes curl against the elastic at his waist and she reached up with one finger and turned his chin to get his eyes back on hers.
Both struggled to remain quiet and to keep from slipping their eyes shut as they moved together, but when Sarah finally arched under him and pulled him deeper she could almost hear his teeth grinding as he tried to keep his moan in, to keep the silence and she kissed the tendon on his neck that strained against his passion.
When their heartrate returned to normal Chuck wrapped his arms under Sarah's limp body and stood with her draped against him, smiled against her neck as her legs curled around him and allowed him to carry her to bed. Tonight as she settled her head against his chest her eyes slipped shut easily, her body and mind surrendered to sleep without worry.
The End
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