Content warning: For all of you who skipped it the first time, let's see if you read it this time. Last time the scene was a daydream. This time it's real. Of course, having said that, you do realize that this is a fictional story? It really isn't real. But I think you get the idea, lol.

Warning: Just like the show, there are going to be significant character deaths still coming. I don't want to spoil any specific chapters so I'm going to post this warning in every chapter.

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Slutty Ellie

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Ladies who play with fire must remember that smoke gets in their eyes. – Mae West

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"Dude," Ted Roark said in dismissive disbelief as he sat his beer back on the table. They had moved their conversation from the limo to his office. At least up here it wasn't two hundred fucking degrees. "You're doing all of this… for a shot at a woman? Seriously?" But actually that did explain some things… like what Daniel Shaw had been doing in the dark in that unbelievably hot car. Then again, there were some things you were just better off not knowing. "Did she dump you or something? Man, sometimes you just have to move on. You're a good enough looking guy. Why don't you take off that tie, loosen up a little, and we'll go out and see if we can get you laid."

Shaw sat and thought about all the different ways that he hated Ted Roark. First, he had already been called 'dude' many more times than he could stomach. There was also probably no way to insult Shaw more if you tried than to suggest that he needed anybody's help in a romantic capacity, but that was especially biting coming from Ted Roark. Being one of the richest men in the world might be able to buy you a lot of things. Sure he probably had his choice of lots of woman. But he had never run across one like Sarah Walker before. Money couldn't buy her. It took something else. Besides, Daniel was secure in the knowledge that he was able to do it the old fashioned way, with his unbeatable combination of charm and stunning good looks. There was absolutely no question that even Walker would eventually come around and confess her love. It was statistical certainty. They all fell for him eventually, once he was able to explain things thoroughly to them. "My reasons are my own," he said firmly. "I'm willing to share all the Intel that we have. All I'm asking out of this is that I get Walker once we capture them… no questions asked."

Roark looked at him for a long moment. He knew that he couldn't trust Shaw as far as he could throw him. That was fair. Shaw clearly didn't trust him either. But there might be some mutual benefit that could be gained from forming a loose partnership. There was no harm in playing along, at least not at the moment. He didn't have any particular use for Walker anyway. In fact, from what he had heard about her, she was a huge potential problem, a regular blonde pain in the ass. A quick bullet between those legendary blue eyes seemed like the obvious solution. But if Shaw was this obsessed with getting her naked and was willing to give up the missing pieces of Intel that could lead them to the intersect… well he could have his fun. "Deal," he finally said. "If you would go brief our intelligence folks, I think we can accommodate each other."

As soon as Shaw left the room Roark's number two man turned to him. "You were right," he said with a grin. "He was hard to find, but keeping track of Agent Barker paid off. Our guy in England just reported that he just got a visit from Bartowski's sister."

Ted Roark was never one to be modest. "I knew it," he said. "Didn't I tell you? I'm sort of getting tired of being right all the time. You might want to try it sometime."

"Bub wants to know what he should do," the man said, as usual ignoring the shot. "Should he attempt to capture her?"

Roark suddenly realized why Ellie Bartowski was in England. Shaw's news of the impending coup actually made a bit of sense now. Bartowski and Walker had figured out somehow what the plot was and they were going to try and rescue the President. And if they were successful, the Ring would be defeated. That meant one of his main threats would be suddenly gone. And if the good Dr. Bartowski was going to report to her brother any time soon… Complete victory might just be at hand. Fulcrum with an intersect and no Ring to fight would become an instant world power. "No," he said thoughtfully. "She isn't there on a sightseeing trip. Let's keep tabs on her. She might just lead us to the real prize."

"Yes, sir," the man said. Then he indicated the door that Shaw had just exited. "Should we tell him?"

"Hell no," Roark said with a laugh as he picked up his beer. "Didn't you listen to him? That dude's totally crazy." Perhaps he had underestimated this Sarah Walker. Unfortunately the only way to thank her for doing all his dirty work for him would be to shoot her in the head instead of handing her over to that Shaw lunatic.

Oh well, she was better off.

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Ellie and Devon were alone in their hotel room. Mary had gone with Cole to scout out some mission locations, but not before she gave both of them a stern lecture about not, for any reason short of the hotel catching on fire, leaving the room.

Ellie knew damn well that Mom didn't have to go with Cole to scout out any stupid mission locations. That was pure extra-virgin unadulterated crap. She thought about it for a long time. There were really only two possible reasons she could come up with why Mom would go off with Cole and leave them unguarded. Ellie decided that she would give Mom the benefit of the doubt and go with reason #1, getting out of the room to allow her to talk to Devon about tonight's mission privately. After all, reason #2 was a tad more… well, extra-virgin unadulterated creepy.

And one good thing, as long as Mom was giving them this chance, she might as well take advantage, right? After all, Devon was being uncharacteristically quiet. To his credit, he didn't immediately object when Cole and Mom described what they wanted Ellie to do tonight. But something was clearly bothering him. So she turned to him. "Are you sure that you're okay with this?" she asked softly. "We need to help Cole end his assignment so that he'll be free to help us."

That got a double take from Devon. "Define okay," he finally said with a smile. "I'm not jealous if that's what you're asking. I understand that you're not going to actually be screwing anybody. You're just going to get him alone and away from his bodyguards. You'll be playing a role. And I know that this is important. I get that. I'm just a little worried about you being safe."

"I don't think you have to worry about that," Ellie said. "My mom is going to be watching the whole thing." She decided to leave off the part that Cole would be watching as well… well, for obvious reasons.

Devon however didn't let that slide. "Your mom won't be the only one watching," he said sadly. "I'm assuming that Cole wouldn't let anything bad happen just as much as your mom." Then he realized that sounded too much like an accusation, so he tried to soften it. "Besides, we both know that your mom would love to shoot someone in front of Cole… just to impress him."

That got a groan. "I know," Ellie said. "What is up with her?"

"It seems that Cole gets her motor running," Devon replied. "I'm pretty sure that she's not the only one."

That got an even bigger groan. "Devon," Ellie sighed sadly. "Haven't we been all over this? Nothing is ever going to happen between me and Cole. Can't we get past this? Why does this bother you so much?"

"The honest truth?" Devon asked expectantly.

Ellie nodded.

"Because you're so obviously attracted to the guy and you won't admit it," Devon said with a deep sigh. "It makes me wonder why you don't trust me enough to tell me the truth. What else is there that you don't trust me enough to tell me?"

Ellie just stood there for a long time and stared at him. "Okay," she finally said. "But it's not a lack of trust. You're wrong about that. I never wanted to rub your face in this. You want the total truth? Yes, I think that Cole is a very sexy man. I can't really describe it any better than that. If I was single and he bought me a drink in a bar, the evening might go very well for him. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Devon actually smiled. "Actually, I'm not totally sure why, but it kinda is."

"Okay," Ellie said. "But, sweetie, look at me. I'm not single. I would never, ever allow anything to happen between us. Is this really so bad? Devon, aren't there women that get your motor running? Misty? Carina? Sarah? Now it's your turn to tell me the truth. If you were single and that Joan slut from Radiology with the fake boobs came up to you in a bar, wouldn't she have a chance? Why does this bother you so much?"

"Of course," Devon quickly admitted. "Well, Carina sort of scares me. But I'll freely admit that the other three are incredibly beautiful. But I would never allow anything to happen. And, Ellie, I'm not saying that you would either. I don't believe that you would. I just wanted you to admit that you have an attraction. Now that you have, it makes me feel a lot better."

"Thank you," Ellie sighed with a twinkle in her eyes. "Actually if that makes you feel better maybe I should tell you about the dream I had about John two nights ago. That would really make you feel better."

That got them laughing. "Now you're just getting gross," Devon said. "And only for the record, I'm not all that sure that Joan's boobs are fake." Then he decided it was time to change the subject. "So, how much money are you going to ask this guy for tonight anyway?"

Ellie considered the question for a moment. "I don't know," she said. "I guess I've never thought about it. Five hundred dollars?"

"For one thing," Devon said with a laugh. "You're in London. If you ask for dollars you'll tip him off. Five hundred pounds, that sounds a little high. What are you going to do to be worth that?"

Ellie got that look in her eye that Devon knew so well. She stepped up and kissed him. "Maybe I need your help," she said with a grin. "You can be my quality control person. Maybe you should be the judge of how much it's worth."

"Now see," Devon said between kisses. "I really can't afford five hundred pounds."

"Come on," Ellie scoffed as she fumbled with his belt. "Big rich doctor like you? I heard that you paid a thousand in Vegas just a week ago… and didn't even seal the deal."

"Here's the thing," Devon said. "That was something of a special circumstance. And for the record, I got a full refund in Vegas. My fiancé is sort of… well, frugal. She might not mind the five hundred pounds so much at first. She wouldn't know what that meant. But once she finds out that it's over seven hundred and fifty dollars, it's going to totally hit the fan. Trust me on this one. It wouldn't be pretty."

"Well," Ellie said as she unsnapped his pants and allowed them to hit the floor. "This fiancé of yours actually sounds very sensible. That's a lot of money for what you'd have to admit, could only be classified as a recreational expenditure." Then she pushed him gently in the chest until he was sitting on the bed.

"Maybe we'll have to tell her about the employee discount."

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It had been pretty much the perfect day for one Sarah Walker-Bartowski. First it started off with this morning's romantic session between the sheets with Chuck. Okay, so a lot of it didn't literally take place between any sheets, but you get the idea.

That was followed up with the news that both Carina and Ellie's missions were both on track. It was looking like their suicide mission to defeat the Ring might actually have a legitimate shot as long as could evade capture for another couple of days. Not only that, she would soon be traveling with Chuck to London. It would be the first time going with him to Europe. And it was a mission not a vacation, but maybe they could still sneak away for a few hours and see the Eiffel Tower. That had always been a dream of his.

Not only that, Chuck would get to see his good friend Cole again. That would be good for him. They had developed this unlikely friendship thing that at first seemed, well, unlikely. But it made Sarah feel great that Chuck had made an honest spy friend. Sure, Casey had dropped the gruff act pretty much for the week or so since they had rescued Chuck. It was pretty hard to keep up that pretence at being aloof when you had just thrown your career away, and maybe your life, for someone. But it still would be good for Chuck to see Cole again. For one thing, it put that jealousy thing to rest. Chuck was now comfortable that nothing had ever happened between her and Cole. That was very, very good. And anything that was good for Chuck was okay in her book.

Then there was the amazing afternoon at the lake. It had been beyond fabulous. And yes, she had a stupid fight with Chuck. Sarah had to shake her head at how mind numbingly stupid it actually was. Her famous temper allowed her to get mad at him for being… perfect. But fortunately all that Sarah could mainly think of was the making up part on the blanket. And even that faded as she remembered the pure fun of celebrating Misty's victory. One thing about the life of a spy, there weren't many times to just have innocent fun. So she was determined to make the most of it.

And yes, this next part was a little shallow, but she was proud that she had made dinner all by herself for the very first time. Well, Chuck helped her peel the potatoes but Misty was upstairs busy making sure that she hadn't done any real damage to her budding relationship this afternoon. Little did she realize that she couldn't have possibly done much more to make Casey fall for her than to pull a successful con on him. On second thought, whatever she was doing up in the room before dinner probably didn't hurt matters either. He seemed in a pretty good mood all through the meal, a little sore perhaps. Anyway, dinner was just burgers and fries, not exactly a shinning culinary accomplishment, but everybody praised the meal like it had been flown in from a master chef from the south of France.

But now dinner was over and the last dish had just been put away. Misty and Casey were excused to go back to their room and finish… well that's as far as Sarah wanted to think about that. Carina was off back to the city to spend some time with her mark to cement his cooperation in London. After all, that was a key part of the plan. And even though Carina hadn't said much, Sarah knew pretty much how tonight was going to go and she wasn't all that eager to think overly long about those details either.

Steven even made a big show of hugging Carina in front of the team and thanking her for doing the dirty work. The hug had her actually blushing, which was an incredibly rare occurrence on its own. But when he tenderly kissed her forehead, it brought genuine tears. Sarah was more or less stunned. She could have used one hand and still have several fingers left over to count the number of times she had seen Carina blinking away real tears. It almost made her wonder if something else was bothering Carina. But it was well done. Whether Steven realized it or not, he couldn't have possibly done anything better for her had he tried. If he didn't already have it, he had just earned Carina's undying loyalty for… well, basically forever. But now Steven was off doing, well whatever it was that Steven did. So that left the newlyweds to clean up, not that they minded.

Sarah was frankly surprised how effective a team she and Chuck made as they quickly cleared the table and did the dishes. It was truly one of those married couple moments that sort of snuck up on her. She didn't even realize until they were almost done how perfectly normal it was for a husband and wife to work together to prepare a meal and clean up after. But it was one of those silly, mundane things that was actually a first for them. Hopefully it was something that would be repeated thousands of times over the next sixty or so years. Chuck was so damn cute making it seem like a game that it really made Sarah yearn for all this drama to finally be over somehow so that they could find that house with the picket fence… and her very own kitchen. She had sometimes felt the pangs of wanting a normal life, but tonight it was downright overwhelming.

She had almost forgotten about this afternoon's discussion. Well, that wasn't completely true. But she wasn't expecting Chuck to act so quickly either, because as soon as the bedroom door closed he grabbed her and spun her around to face him. He clearly wasn't making any effort to hide the smirk. "So, Mrs. Bartowski," he said. "I saw you bending over in front of me showing me the outline of your tight jeans while pretending to put away dishes. Are you ready to pay off your bet?"

Sarah honestly didn't remember purposefully bending over to excite him. In fact she mentally kicked herself for not thinking of it. So she was fairly stunned and, not surprisingly, so instantly excited that all she could was nod.

But Chuck wasn't having any of it. This is what she wanted. Well be careful what you ask for. "Sir?" he prodded gently with an even bigger smirk. "I believe that I need to hear you say that out loud."

Chuck could see her fighting to keep the smile from her face. He was really going to make an effort. "Yes, sir," she finally said. "I'm ready. What do you want me to do?"

"Excellent," he said. "That red negligee that you wore on our wedding night, I assume that you still have it?"

Sarah's heart soared when he mentioned that negligee. She knew how very much he liked it. She was originally planning on saving its next appearance for Valentines Day. But this was perfect. She'd figure something else out for Valentines Day. "Yes, sir," she said softly.

Chuck just smiled. The question was rhetorical. Of course she still had it. She was clearly keeping it packed away for a rainy day. And Chuck could see the storm clouds gathering from here. "Good," he said. "Show it to me."

She didn't respond, she just walked over to her bag, fished it out, and held it up against her body.

Chuck's smug smile grew as he watched her standing there fighting to keep up the illusion of being serious, holding that sexy negligee for his approval. It was in stark contrast to the rather plain cutoff jeans and t-shirt she was currently wearing. This might be a little fun. "You can change in there," he said as he indicated the bathroom with his hand. "Quickly."

To say that Sarah was already aroused was something of a silly understatement. So she stepped into the bathroom and pealed off her clothes as quickly as she could. The negligee actually came with a matching set of red bra and panties. But they were quickly thrown back into the bag. If he wanted a show, he was going to get a good one. As soon as she threw on the negligee, she took a brief moment to take down her hair and quickly run a brush through it.

Chuck was somewhat surprised that she was able to change that quickly. But he had to admit, the sight of his amazingly beautiful wife as she stepped out of the bathroom in that red negligee almost made him forget his mission. It was actually hard to describe. It was a well designed article of clothing. It really wasn't invisible, not totally, at least in the strategic spots anyway. But it also didn't hide anything. The way that it clung to her soft curves made it pretty easily the sexiest sight of Chuck's life. She had also clearly totally gotten into her role. The fact that she was now wearing heels without it even being requested and had taken her hair down from being tied up so that it now hung softly over her shoulders very plainly told him that. She was making herself look as attractive as possible for him. Mission certainly accomplished there. She was breath taking.

Sarah could tell that Chuck was reluctant to say anything. He clearly knew that if he spoke, he would start laughing and break the mood. So he just waived for her to come stand before him where he was sitting on the bed. And actually, she knew just as well that if she spoke, she would also spoil the mood. So she just silently complied with his request. In fact, she intentionally came to stand so close that her legs were touching the outside of his so that she was forced to stand rather provocatively. It certainly didn't take any agent training to tell how aroused he was. It was written all over his face… and umm, other parts of his body. So she stood there silently in her high heels and that incredibly sexy negligee with her arms at her side as she obediently posed for him and waited for what she knew he would ask for next.

Chuck would have loved nothing more than to just pull her onto the bed and begin kissing her. But he had something to prove. If wild is what she wanted, he needed to try a little here. He just sat for a long moment as he calmed his own breathing and watched her standing there with the twinkle in her eyes wondering what he was going to ask for next. He took his time and overtly checked out his wife from head to toe, and back again as he softly rubbed the inside of her leg. He gradually allowed his hand to drift ever higher until it finally disappeared under the hem of her garment. He knew full well that this teasing was driving her crazy. That much was plain from the way she was biting her lip. She also clearly understood that he was teasing her because she quickly shifted her hips a little to give his hand a better angle, silently daring him to go father. So he stopped just before reaching the point of no return. Hmm… she wanted a pig, but how far should he push her? "I expect my instructions to be verbally acknowledged," he finally said. "Understood?"

Okay, so he was teasing her. That much was clear. That didn't bother her. It was that it was so damn effective that bothered her. Maybe it was time to let him know that she was ready to let him off the hook a little. But it would be unsporting to break character. This is what she had asked for. "Yes, sir," she replied as she finally met his eye and bit her lip nervously. "I understand. Look, I agree that you're in control here. You won the bet. I'll do whatever you ask. But I just want to go on record that I'm on fire. Could we please move a little faster?"

Chuck grinned as he recognized her state of arousal, not that she was making any attempt to hide it. Fair enough, he was also having a hard time controlling his own excitement. This was actually going okay so far. Naturally she was making every effort to defer to him. He was somewhat lucky that he was sitting. It would have been… umm, hard to stand at this particular moment. "You should be aware," he said. "That you've challenged me here. You want to be treated like an object? Why don't we begin that process with a little entertainment? Let's start by seeing how slowly you can lift that garment over your head and toss it to the floor. Then we'll begin our evening's activities."

Sarah was actually torn. She desperately wanted to jump on him and get this party started. But what could she do? This is what she had asked for. So as long as she had to wait, well two could play this teasing game. "Yes, sir," she said as she reached down for the hem of her negligee and started to, oh so slowly, lift it, pausing for an extra long moment when it reached her chest. When she finally had pulled it over her head and was holding it in her hand, she hesitated for a brief moment shyly holding it in front of her chest with a bashful look on her face before finally allowing it to fall softly to the floor. Then she took a moment to pat her hair back in place before returning her arms to her side again allowing him full access to view her now completely bare form. How does it feel to be teased?

Well, that much was settled. The only question left was how far to go. As Chuck contemplated his multitude of options, he reached up and pulled her down into his lap. The look on her face plainly said that she could feel for herself that he was just as excited she was. She wrapped her arms around his neck and urgently pressed her lips to his. He quickly broke the kiss and pulled back. "Really, Mrs. Bartowski?" he asked in mock offense. "You want me to be aggressive and yet you don't give me a chance?"

He was right, of course. This was his time. "I'm sorry," she said softly. Then she paused for a long moment. "This is… look, this is just a lot harder than I thought it would be. We've only been married for a few days. I'm used to being the aggressive one… and I'm on fire." Then she saw the smile in his eyes and quickly retreated. "I'm sorry. I know that's not your problem. This is what I asked for. I'll do better."

To her credit, Sarah waited, a tad impatiently perhaps, for Chuck to begin the next kiss, even when he teased her with a false start or two. She even waited for him to open his mouth before she did. But then all bets were off as she made their tongues hungrily dance. "Be careful what you wish for," he said with a smile. "If you're looking for a pig I'm going to do my best." Then to further prove his point he slowly and conspicuously reached around and placed his hand on her newly bare but always perfect left breast. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes, sir," she finally sighed. "It is. Please give me another chance." She then turned to give his hand a better angle and waited for the next kiss, placing her hands behind his head once he had pressed his mouth to hers.

Chuck smiled as he enjoyed the second base necking action for a long moment until he broke the kiss again. "That was much better," he said condescendingly.

Now Sarah knew that she had to get this moving quicker. "Thank you, sir," she said. "As long as we're running the bases, why stop at second? Don't you think?" She took the hand that was on her breast and moved it to lie flat on her stomach. Then she shifted her legs again to give him the proper angle to slide south and gently but firmly pushed his hand down until it had reached her objective.

Once he was there he waited for a long moment before smiling. "See," he said condescendingly. "Taking things a little slower isn't so bad. Admit it." Chuck knew that he was pushing her as far as he could with the teasing. She was as on fire as he had ever seen her.

"Yes, sir," she whispered as she fought to wait for him to resume the necking.

"Good. Let's continue," he said as he nodded for her to resume the kiss. He allowed this next session of necking to last for a good long while.

Finally Sarah could wait no longer, broke the kiss, and looked him in the eyes. "Come on, Mr. Bartowski," she said with a smirk. "That was a nice warm up. But I'm a smart girl. I think that I know what you want next. Will it earn me some extra credit if I can guess and do it without being told?"

Without waiting for an answer she moved quickly to his neck, kissing her way. Then she started kissing her way down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as she went. She softy slid off his lap and ended up on the floor fumbling with his belt. "Mr. Bartowski sounds so formal considering what's about to happen," she said with a sexy pout. "Can I call you Charles?" Then in one fluid motion his belt was quickly off and she was holding it in her hand. "Tell me, Charles," she breathed with a soft smile without actually waiting for permission. "I have something of a reputation for being a good guesser. Give me a hint. Am I getting warm at all?"

Chuck just smiled and leaned back as he felt the button on his pants give way. There really was no longer any pretense of him being in charge, but he realized that she was letting him off the hook and was now perfectly content to let her take the lead. So he helped her a bit by lifting his hips to allow her to pull them off and watched as they joined her negligee on the floor. Then he relaxed and closed his eyes, fully intending to savor every magical sensation of his reward for winning a stupid bet.

After a few magical minutes Chuck was struggling to regain his bearings when he felt Sarah sitting again on his lap. "So, sweetie," she said with a sly grin. "Congratulations on winning our bet. I hope that it also served as an adequate apology for my stupid and unacceptable actions of this afternoon. Not to appear boastful, but you seemed to enjoy it. Was it exciting? It's okay. You can be honest. I was going for exciting."

Chuck was just beginning to regain his bearings. "Mission accomplished," he sighed.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"You're thanking me?" he asked incredulously. "Umm, you're welcome?"

"Not for that, silly," Sarah said with a laugh as she playfully slapped his chest. "You knew that I needed something from you, and even though it wasn't exactly your favorite thing you came through for me, like you always do. I have something of a confession to make. There is something about that red negligee that just gets me going. I've worn it twice and both times I'm totally on fire."

Chuck's smile turned sinister. "Are you sure it's the negligee?" he asked. "I'm kinda thinking that I might have had something to do with both times."

"You're going to be a little tough to live with now that you actually believe that, aren't you?" Sarah said with a laugh. "Maybe I've created a monster here. Now, I believe that it's my turn. After all, I also won a bet today. Are you ready to put out this fire and pay off?"

"Of course," Chuck said with a smile. "I'm thinking you might have some specifics in mind."

"Ma'am?" Sarah gently prodded with a grin that was pure evil. "And, yes. Your thinking is correct. I do have some specifics in mind… some incredibly detailed ones."

Chuck's smile turned into a full fledged grin. "Yes, ma'am,' he said. "I'm very ready."

"Do you want me to guess?"

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