Chuck VS The Cliffhanger P3

"I want to buy the Buy More…" Chuck said as he and Sarah floated in the pristine Hawaiian ocean water.

"The Buy More?" Sarah turned her head, but didn't move much more than that.

She caught his eye as he bit his bottom lip and nodded.

"OK," she shrugged sending a slight ripple out from her body.

"OK?" he arched an eyebrow, "that's it."

"Well, I assume you want what's under it. I assume you have a plan. I assume you intend to keep the team together after Decker fired us and I assume that somehow during the very few moments these past few days we haven't been having sex you figured it all out," she said in a calm voice her face turned back to the sun and closed her eyes.

"Huh," Chuck muttered.

"I'm sorry, did you want to reveal all of that to me in a more dramatic way?" she grinned.

"What if I just wanted a lifetime supply of cheese balls?" he teased.

"We have cheese ball money now, running the store isn't going to be easy, but it seems right somehow."

"It has been a big part of my life," Chuck laughed.

"I'm sure if we reach to Beckman she'll help us acquire it, despite Decker's interference," Sarah frowned saying the man's name.

Chuck had told her they were jobless before the wedding, Sarah was surprised but not as sad as she might have been if she hadn't just nearly died for the job.

"OK, good," Chuck relaxed back into his floating position, he had been geared up to defend his plan.

"Now if you want to buy a life size Starship Enterprise or something please get that idea right out of your pretty little head," Sarah smirked.

"Don't be ridiculous, I'm a Star Wars man, it would have to be a Millennium Falcon," he reached out and ran his fingers over the bare skin at her side.

"My Star Wars man," she grinned and stood up, the water at her shoulders.

Chuck did the same and she was quickly in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist.

"I am yours. Always have been," Chuck said against her wet hair.

"Casey said something to me, at the wedding, when he came to walk me down the aisle. He said he knew that night on the roof, our first date, he knew I was compromised then. He let it go because he wanted me to be vulnerable, he wanted to push me out, but after a few months together he understood that I could do my job and still have feelings for you."

"He defended you during the 49B," Chuck reminded her.

"I know, I remember."

"We're a team Sarah, an odd rag tag team that works despite our oddities. That's why I want to try this freelance thing, keep the gang together."

"I've never had people that had my back before. I just keep thinking if I was still partnered with Bryce I would be dead right now," she shuddered in his arms.

"Don't think like that," Chuck said sternly.

"You taught us how to care Chuck, how to see beyond the objective to the actual goal, the human interest of what we risk our lives for. For a long time that goal was keeping you safe, now it is so much bigger. We could do some real good in the world, we are a terrific team. We have a small but mighty support network too, we can do this Chuck," Sarah was getting excited at the potential in an independent spy company.

"Sarah, you make me feel like I can do anything," he kissed her then in the ocean, surrounded by vacationers and sea birds.

***555***

"I thought you said you didn't pack any underwear," Chuck smirked as Sarah made her way from the bathroom in some very intricate lingerie.

"It hardly counts as underwear if you aren't wearing anything over it," Sarah shrugged one shoulder.

"Fair point," Chuck nodded enthusiastically.

Their long day at the beach was followed by dinner at the beach club, still sandy and damp, and a long luxurious shower together. Once he dried off Sarah shooed Chuck out of the bathroom and now he knew why.

"You look stunning," he made a point of looking her in the eye, although his eyes wanted to look everywhere at once.

"I thought you would like this," Sarah ran a finger under the black satin strap at her shoulder.

"Yes, yes I do. Very much. I like it a lot. A whole lot. That's how much I like it," Chuck babbled adorably and Sarah laughed, ducking her chin so her freshly blown out hair fell like a silky curtain.

"Ho boy," Chuck swallowed thickly.

"What?" Sarah looked up again her hair shifting again revealing her slightly sun-kissed cheek.

"I don't know what I want: to look or to touch, to leave it on or to take it off. I am torn," Chuck nibbled at his thumb in concentration.

"It seems like quite a conundrum, Mr. Bartowski," Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Which would you prefer, Mrs. Bartowski?" he smiled at her, so softly, his eyes so kind, so gentle.

Sarah moved to where Chuck sat, leaning up against the headboard of the bed. She stroked one hand down his freshly shaven cheek and kissed his forehead, feeling him relax under her touch. She climbed up on the bed, tossed one leg over his lap, but stayed on her knees hovering over him, her lips still at his forehead. His hands were at his side, the room silent except for Chuck's somewhat labored breathing until Sarah kissed down his temple to his ear and whispered:

"Take it off me."

Chuck's hands moved to her thighs, resting there momentarily before moving to her shoulders and then up to cup her face, to pull her close and kiss her deeply. He lost his hands in her hair, let them slip and roam among the soft silk he found there, his nails scraping gently along her scalp as he knew she liked, rewarded by a whimper he could hear as well as feel against his lips.

Their whole day had been so leisurely, despite the big decision to start their own company with Hartley's money, that it seemed neither of them was in any sort of rush. Chuck slid one strap off her shoulder and kissed her there, alternating between the shoulder and her neck, up and back over and over until Sarah finally tugged his chin back up to capture his lips with hers.

Chuck repeated his actions on her other shoulder, removing that strap and lavishing tender kisses up and down her neck until Sarah impatiently pressed her chest against his encouraging him to move things along.

"No rush," he grinned against her skin.

"It's been hourrrrssss," she sighed dramatically as she wiggled against his body, feeling him just as ready beneath her.

"You're the one who wanted to leave the room," he pointed out as he fully extracted her arms from the dangling straps, the bodice of the lingerie barely hanging on to her perfect curves.

"True. Is this my punishment?" she pouted as he continued to barely touch her.

"I'm not trying to be cruel, I am trying to prolong the anticipation," he stuttered on the last word when Sarah reached back and freed her top entirely.

"Now, Chuck. Please," she took his hands and put them exactly where she wanted them before kissing him once more.

Something in her kiss broke him from the languorous mood he had been in earlier. Something in her kiss snapped the quiet calm control he had tried to maintain. The urgency of her lips and her tongue propelled him and he lifted her leg off and over him encouraging her down on her back. Sarah's freshly washed hair spread behind her like a corona of light against the hotel's steel grey sheets.

"I want you so much," he nearly growled.

"You have me, Chuck, all of me, you have everything I can possibly give you," Sarah held his face in her hands and forced him to see the truth in her eyes, the tears in her eyes.

"Hey, no tears, that was your rule, remember?" he smiled softly.

"I am just feeling….everything…at once, I feel it all. I remember every moment since we met, I feel it all at once: the joy, the fear, the regret, the sadness, the humor, the silliness, the sincerity of every single moment we have ever shared," Sarah started breathing a little faster than normal.

"Are you OK?" Chuck took his weight off of her and scooped her up to a sitting position.

"Yes?" she looked slightly panicked.

"Are you hyperventilating?" his eyes went wide.

"Maybe?" she had to stop and take a breath between the 'may' and the 'be'.

"Just breathe, Sarah," he pulled her close without smothering her and rubbed circles on her back.

"I'm ok," she said quietly a few minutes later.

"Yeah?" he kissed the crown of her head.

"Yeah, sorry, that was weird."

"You've been through a lot lately, a few life changing things have happened," Chuck mentioned casually.

"A few, yes," Sarah nodded against his chest, happy to snuggle closer to him.

Chuck reached down and tugged at the blankets, pulling them up and cocooning them in the bed.

"Sleep," he whispered as he reached to turn the light off.

***555***

Chuck woke up alone and for a moment he feared he had dreamt it all. Saving Sarah, getting married, the honeymoon – was it all a dream? Then he heard a loud bird and he turned to see Sarah's friend on the balcony. Within minutes Sarah appeared in a pair of yoga pants and tank top with a bag in one hand and a tray of coffee in the other.

"Morning," she smiled at him.

"Morning," he struggled to sit up.

"I went to the gym."

"What time is it?" he looked around confused.

"Around 10:00 I think. I was awake and you were not so I went to the gym and then I decided I had earned a couple malasadas," Sarah held up the bag.

"That's nice for you," Chuck frowned.

"I bought enough to share," she shook the bag of donut-like deliciousness.

"Really?"

"Of course, you are my husband, we share everything now and you were so sweet to me last night," Sarah approached the bed and held out the coffee tray for Chuck to take a cup of strong Kona coffee.

Chuck didn't say anything just smiled broadly, his nose crinkling with glee. He sat up straighter, pulling his long legs in and giving Sarah room to sit in front of him, the bag of treats between them.

Sarah kicked off her sneakers and met his smile with her own, she had color in her face from yesterday's sun and possibly her workout, her hair was in a messy bun and she climbed on to the bed sitting cross-legged opposite Chuck and began digging in to the bag of malasadas.

The couple drank their coffee and systematically demolished the baked goods in record time. When the bag was empty Sarah reached in and pressed some residual cinnamon and sugar to her finger and held it out to her husband. Chuck took the finger into his mouth, his eyes wide with joy.

"Good?" Sarah stuttered as his tongue swirled around her finger.

He nodded.

Sarah moved the empty bakery bag to the floor and made her way to her knees in front of her husband. She withdrew her finger from his mouth, lingering for a moment on his bottom lip before she used both hands to peel her tank top and sports bra off her body.

"Good morning," Chuck repeated with a grin.

"Make love to me," Sarah climbed into his lap.

"I would be delighted to do that," Chuck replied honestly as he wrapped her tightly in his arms.

Chuck tasted like cinnamon and coffee as Sarah explored his mouth with her tongue, she was getting slightly drunk on the taste of him so she missed the part where Chuck lifted her up and flipped her on to her back.

"Ooooof," she exhaled as she bounced against the rumpled sheets.

Chuck stood from the bed and slipped out of his boxers before he reached up and divested Sarah of her yoga pants.

"Mission accomplished," he grinned as he crawled over her and gently lowered his body on to hers.

"Goof," she teased.

"Mmmm, you taste good," Chuck mentioned as he feasted on her collar bone.

"Mmmm, I might be a little sweaty," Sarah admitted.

"I like it," he murmured and continued to show her just how much.

"So good," Sarah kept saying those 2 words over and over as Chuck moved against her.

"Was that good?" Chuck asked with a laugh as he stroked her back later, feeling her breath slow.

"Huh?" Sarah asked with a mumble.

"Nothing," he turned towards her and kissed her forehead.

"I might be addicted to this," Sarah admitted.

"Sex?"

"Vacation," she giggled.

"Sarah, is that what you want? We can take Hartley's money and go anywhere you want for a really really long time."

"I won't say it isn't a tempting idea. We've certainly been through enough, have earned a little R&R and you have definitely made the case for long days in bed as my new favorite pass time," Sarah ran her toes up and down Chuck's calf and felt him shudder deliciously beneath her.

"But…" Chuck sensed the but coming.

"But, we are good at what we do and we have helped a lot of people. We could help so many more without the government to slow us down," she looked up at him to let him know she meant it.

"We could still have lots and lots of sex," he promised.

"Oh? You think we'll have time to squeeze it in?" Sarah asked as her eyes went wide at the potential innuendo.

Chuck's eyes matched hers as he barked out a laugh and nodded.

"I can't believe I just said that," Sarah buried her face in Chuck's chest and giggled.

"So we're going to contact Beckman and get the Buy More?" Chuck asked one last time.

"Yes, we are, later we are going to contact Beckman. Right now, more sex."

TBC….