A/N: Oh, look what I managed to write this weekend and my beta moved to the front of the line. Lot going on in this one. Things are a happening! Warning, at the end it gets a little…well, not M, but some strong T.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

She was leaning against him as they lay in bed, the TV on. Chuck watched her, a serious look on her beautiful face.

"Hey, listen, be honest," he began, as she looked up at him. "If I'm too much, if this is too much-"

"Oh, quit being stupid," she told him, rolling her eyes at him. That caught him off guard, and made him sputter a laugh. "Sorry, it's just…" She sighed, and ran her hand through her hair. "Okay, this is me. This is what you signed up for."

"I don't remember signing… do I need to sign? Because I will. Do I get a prize for signing up? A new toaster, maybe?" She gave him a flat look. "Shutting up," he said, miming zipping his lips.

"You're looking at the prize," she muttered.

"Damn… I won big," he said, a bit breathily.

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly, and swatted his chest. "See, it's this thing I do." She huffed out a breath. "I'm over here thinking about stuff, and I expect you to be on the same page, because I've been thinking about it. And if I've been thinking about it, you should have been thinking about it as well. And then I get frustrated, because you're not caught up on something, like I am." She saw him blink. "Too much?"

"Hang on," he said. "I'm carrying the two… or is it the one?" She swatted him again, making them both laugh.

"I'm over here thinking how much I like this." She gestured between the two of them. "I like it… a lot."

"Okay, and that's a problem?" Chuck asked.

"What happens when we get home, Chuck?" Sarah asked. She turned to him and sat up. "Seriously… I've fallen in love with you, and I didn't even know you a few weeks ago. So-"

He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, and when he pulled away, she made a soft whimpering sound. "Oh, God, that was insanely adorable."

"That was really unfair," she pouted.

"Kissing you in mid-meltdown? Or making it short?" Chuck asked, grinning.

"Making it too short," she said. "But, thank you. However, there is a drawback to what you just did." Chuck raised an eyebrow. "I might have more of these mini-meltdowns, just so you'll kiss me to calm me down."

"How is that a drawback?" Chuck asked.

"You might develop lip cramps from having to kiss me so much?" She offered.

"Maybe you can use your lips, to rub out the cramps," Chuck suggested.

"I like the way you think," Sarah told him. She sighed. "I have two problems now; how to get back at Molly, and how to deal with you not being around all the time."

"Do to her what you did to Zondra and Carina," Chuck said with a shrug. "Whatever you need to do, or say, I know the truth, and will go along with it."

Sarah grinned. "Okay, then what about us?"

"What about us?" Chuck asked, shrugging. "We're grown adults, we do what we want. So what do you want to do?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "I've never lived with anyone, other than my family." She looked up at him and saw no judgment on his face, just him listening. "I've never dated a guy I loved before."

"Me either," Chuck replied. His brows furrowed. "I mean… dating someone, not a guy… ack." Sarah snorted. "You know what I mean."

"I do," she said. "Is it okay, that we take it slow?"

"Yes," Chuck replied.

"What if I miss you some night, and need to see you?" she asked.

"It's not like I'm in a bunker in Siberia, and you have to fly to me," Chuck pointed out. She gave him a flat look. "I might have deserved that."

"You totally deserved that," Sarah said. "But, what if you need to see me?"

"It's not like you live in a bunker in Siberia," Chuck said. The flat look returned. "Really?"

"So, you'd come over to my parents' house, in the middle of the night, to see me?" Sarah asked, grinning.

"We both know Molly would slip me a key or something, to get into the basement," Chuck pointed out, causing her to snort again. "Okay, why was I ever worried about the burritos, if all you're gonna do is snort?"

"You love me," she said.

"Yeah," he replied softly, sobering her up in the best possible way. "I do."

"What if I want to move in?" Sarah asked.

"What if I want to move in with you?" Chuck countered.

"My parents and Molly?" Sarah asked.

"Master Chuck, I do think that would be a very bad idea," C3PO chirped out.

"C3PO," Sarah said.

"Yes, Mistress Sarah?"

"Power down."

"Yes, Mistress Sarah."

"That's not fair," Chuck said. Sarah turned to him. "You telling C3PO to power down, has powered me up."

"Has it now?" Sarah asked, almost purring. Chuck swallowed. "Whatever shall we do about that?"

"You have ideas?"

"Many," Sarah replied. "Have I told you I'm very hands-on, in my research and ideas?"

"Wait… are you, with everyone?" Chuck asked.

"Oh no," Sarah told him. "Just the IT guys with whom I fall in love."

"That seems like a very narrowly-targeted demographic," Chuck replied.

"It is," Sarah replied. "It's targeted at my favorite person."

Chuck pointed to himself, eyebrows raised in query.

"Mmmhmm," she hummed, as she swung a leg over his, straddling him. She took his wrists in her hands and put them against the bed-frame. Her hands slipped into his, as she kissed him. "Do you mind if I experiment on you?"

"No," he said softly. "Just don't hurt me."

"Never," she said, her hands slipping from his, and cupping his face. "Never." She rested her forehead against his, then brushed their noses together. They smiled at each other. "I love you."

"I love you," he replied, and then quickly his hands shot out, and his fingers catching her in the ribs. She shrieked. "I also love how ticklish you are."

"I'm going to murder you," she growled, bringing her arms down, trapping his fingers on her ribs. "Chuck!"

"What?"

"If you don't stop!" she warned.

"What are you gonna do?" he asked, stopping, the two panting, their eyes locked. A grin began to grow on her face, and suddenly her hands moved, pulling him closer, her face attacking his.

}o{

"So, to be clear, if I ever want to have sex, I just tickle you?" Chuck asked, some time later.

He got a pillow to the face in response.

}o{

"Are you in a hurry to get back?" Sarah asked Chuck, as he was staring at the ocean, eating his breakfast.

"Hmm?" he said, turning his attention to her. "I'm sorry-"

"Hey," she said, laying her hand on his arm. "It's fine… It's a beautiful view." She was silent a moment. "See, I've never really been a go-into-nature person, so I was wondering… since we're close to Big Sur…" She trailed off, seeing his grin. "I hear there are some amazing views."

"I've heard the same," Chuck replied. "And there are trails, and it's a weekday, so I'm guessing very few people would be there. And there you would be, all alone in nature, no one around to suck your ener… gy… Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You keep talking like that, and I'm going to keep you," Sarah said, staring at him. "God, Chuck." She looked away, blowing out a breath, trying to control her emotions. "Do you not understand?" Tears filled her eyes, and he was beside her in a second, pulling her into a hug. "No one has ever tried to understand me, nooooo, but you don't just try and understand me… you try to incorporate it into your life. You try and do what's best for me."

"Is that wrong?" Chuck asked, a little confused.

"God, no," Sarah said. "I'm just not used to it."

"Get used to it. As long as I'm around, I'm gonna try and do what's best for you," Chuck told her. He cupped her face between his hands. "That's part of the Chuck Bartowski Experience."

"Jesus," she breathed. "You trying to get me to marry you, or something?" Chuck's eyes widened, and she shut her eyes, berating herself. When she opened them, he had bent down a little, so she was looking him right in the eyes.

"Hey, it's me," he said, smiling at her. "We say and do this stuff, remember?" She nodded, irritated with herself. "And besides… what if I am?"

"What if you're what?" Sarah asked, pulling her chin back. He couldn't be saying what she thought he was saying. Could he?

"What if I'm laying the groundwork for my evil master plan?"

"Evil. Master. Plan?" she asked, snorting. "Chuck Bartowski, there are many things I don't know for sure in life…"

"Such as," he prompted, grinning at her.

"I don't know why cows always face North or South when they eat," she began.

"It's a moostery," Chuck replied.

She pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh. "I don't know why Wile E. Coyote chases the Road Runner, or where he gets the money to buy all that Acme equipment."

"Blpt, Blpt," Chuck said, doing his best fluttering-tongue impersonation of the Road Runner. "I figure that just annoys the coyote."

"But I do know this," she continued, grabbing his shirt and pulling him close. "You are not evil. You don't know how to be evil. You might pull some tricks, or some pranks, like we're going to on Molly. But evil… Just no."

"So, my master plan to get you to marry me is not evil. Gotcha," Chuck told her. She smirked at him. "We good? You done being embarrassed?"

"I will be embarrassed when and where I want to be, thankyouverymuch!" Chuck threw back his head laughing. "Thank you," she said softly.

}o{

"Casual sex," Sarah said, spinning toward Chuck as the two of them stood, watching the waves crash into the beach from the overlook.

Chuck turned toward Sarah slowly, his eyes wide. "You might want to elaborate on that, a bit," Chuck told her.

"Sorry, it's the thing where I had a thought…" she trailed off. "So, Molly is always saying how I need to get laid."

"Yeah, like that condom thing on our first date," Chuck replied.

"Exactly," Sarah told him, smiling. "I know how to get her, but…" she paused.

"Hey, I know the truth about us, so, I don't care," Chuck told her. "It doesn't change anything between us, right?"

"No," Sarah said softly. "We should probably get back tomorrow."

"Oh?"

"Yeah… I need to get some work done for the wrap up of the conference," Sarah told him.

"I probably have some hard drives waiting for me at my apartment," Chuck admitted.

"You know… we don't have to tell anyone that we're back," Sarah said, with a grin on her face. Chuck began to smile.

}o{

"Are you sure?" he asked later, lying on the bed as she snuggled up beside him.

"Am I sure of what?" Sarah asked, giving him a look.

"Hey," he said holding his hands up defensively, making her chuckle. "Again, I'm thinking about you. You will be at my place, not yours. You will not be alone, and I don't want to be an energy-sucking vampire."

"You aren't," Sarah said with a shrug. "I don't know how to explain it, but you aren't."

"I'm gonna take that," Chuck said, grinning. He was silent for a second and the grin fell from his face.

"Do you not want me there?" Sarah asked.

"No. I mean, yes… I mean… Gah!" Chuck said, making her laugh. "I want you there. I was thinking about those stupid computers."

"Well, you built them, so obviously it's your fault they're stupid," Sarah said. Chuck gave her a look, and she batted her eyelashes at him. "That's not even a little fair," he grumbled.

"All's fair in love and war," she said with a shrug.

"Can you hold that thought just a second, because I have had a thought, and you can be distracting," Chuck told her. She sat up and crossed her arms, a pout on her face. "Finnneeee, distract away."

She leaned in, and took his ear lobe gently between her teeth. "C3PO," he sputtered out. She kissed his jaw.

"Master Chuck, I am not supposed to be on while you and Mistress Sarah are…" C3PO paused. "…Copulating."

"Not there yet," Sarah spoke up, giving Chuck's ear and jaw a break.

"What's the odds of that many hard drives failing, given Orion's quality control protocols?" Chuck asked.

"Ooo," Sarah breathed into his ear and ran her hand down his chest. "Protocols." Chuck swallowed thickly. "I love it when you talk all scientific." She paused. "Are you trying to get me… aroused?"

"OH MY!" C3PO cut in.

"Threepio!" Chuck yelled. "The odds!"

"It will take me a moment to calculate-" C3PO began.

"I don't know if he has a moment," Sarah said, her hands sliding under his shirt.

"Your best guess is fine!" Chuck yelled.

"I do not like guessing," C3PO began. The unmistakable sound of Chuck's jeans being unsnapped filled the room. "IT'S VIRTUALLY IMPOSSIBLE!" C3PO yelled. "POWERING DOWN!"

"Jesus, I think you broke him," Chuck breathed, trying to catch his breath from Sarah's kisses and hands.

"Oh, I don't want to break anything," Sarah told him, batting her eyes at him. "Ride it hard, and put it up wet…" Sarah shrugged, as she trailed off.

Chuck nearly fell off the bed.

A/N: I mean….I'm not SarahsSupplyCloset but I think you get the idea…right? What….really? You are SPOILED. Fiinnnnnneeeeee

"Other guys-"

"The hell with other guys," Chuck told her, shaking his head. "They wanted you to be what they wanted you to be. Don't you get it, I'm in love with you?" He closed his fingers and touched her gently on the sternum where her heart was located. "The you in there, in your heart. I'll admit, you are a decent looking woman."

She snorted at him and his smile as he said it. "Decent looking, wow, Chuck! The compliments are coming hot and heavy with you tonight!"

"Fine, you are breathtakingly gorgeous and sometimes I wonder if you're real you are so beautiful." Sarah's eyes went wide and there was a hitch in her breath. "But as amazing as all of that is, it pales to the beauty inside of you."

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