An Easter Interlude
By SarahsSupplyCloset
Summary: Sarah and Chuck Bartowski enjoy their Easter morning before their son Stephen wakes up.
Author's Note: I'm alone for Easter so I thought I'd share a quick story with you all. Thanks for reading. Warning: sexual situations.
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck the show or the characters.
Sarah wondered why she even bothered anymore.
A wry look on her face, she continued her attempt to get the bright blue splotch on her blouse out with a damp towel, reaching over to wet it under the kitchen sink spout, before blotting at it again.
Coloring eggs with an almost 3 year old? What was she thinking, wearing her nice white lace blouse? And no apron?
This mess was on her.
"Rookie mistake," she could almost hear Ellie's teasing voice in her head saying. She'd be right. Ellie liked to tease her about being the "elder mom" with all the "experience" even though Clara was born less than 2 years before Sarah gave birth to her own child.
But Ellie wasn't here. Sarah wouldn't see her in-laws until next week when they got back from visiting the Woodcombs in Santa Barbara for spring break.
For now, it was just the Bartowskis.
She loved the bigger gatherings with the family around, Ellie and Devon and Clara, Morgan and Alex, Alex's mom, Casey if he was anywhere even remotely close to LA…even Chuck's mom, who had taken a little bit longer to warm up to her after everything. (Not that Sarah blamed her after she'd threatened the lives of both of her children.)
But for some reason, spending Easter at home with her own guys felt right. It felt like something they needed. It felt like something she needed.
She'd been on the go so much the last few months, and even as she made time for Stephen, as any mother should make time for her toddler son, that time felt less and less like quality time.
She and Chuck finally had to sit down and figure out where to slow down with Carmichael Industries, where they needed to make some concessions, cut pieces out, so that they could provide for their son, keep their home, keep most of their lifestyle, without needing to be away from said son and home.
Switching off on parenting duties for missions meant they rarely got to spend time together, too. She missed her damn husband. Falling into bed together at night meant curling up together in exhaustion and immediately falling asleep these days. That was something she'd had to confess to him—embarrassedly—a few weeks ago when they had their big talk about Carmichael Industries. She missed their sex life.
Weirdly enough, Stephen hadn't been as much of a barrier there as the company.
Ellie and Devon moving back to LA had helped a lot. Clara was an incredible older cousin and Stephen loved being with her and with his aunt and uncle. So they had babysitters. Mary was good with him too. But it felt…weird…foisting her son off to family so that she and Chuck could go on a date. He made her do it anyway, when they could spare time away from the company.
They were here now though. Just the 3 of them. Mary went to Santa Barbara with Ellie, Devon, and Clara, something that amused Chuck to no end. He privately admitted to Sarah that he wasn't sure how his mom would jive with the Woodcombs. "They're very different people," he insisted.
Sarah secretly wondered who Mary Bartowski did jive with. She was…well, stilted. In a way Sarah couldn't help relating to. The woman had been gone for 20 years. Of course she was worse than Sarah had been. And Sarah wondered if Chuck coming into her life hadn't spared her from ending up in that same situation.
He'd saved her in so many ways in only 9 years.
Thanks to extensive work with Ellie, a whole year's worth of tests and exercises, probing her memory with photos and dates and videos, most of what Sarah had lost thanks to Quinn was back. And things still filtered in here and there, even now, 4 years after that horrible event.
Sarah remembered.
And that was what was important.
And yet, it still wasn't as important as what she saw when she glanced over at their kitchen table, the newspaper spread over it, covering every last inch of it, considering who their son was. Stephen was standing in his seat leaning over the table, literally smacking his hand over and over against a shallow puddle of different colored water and vinegar that had spilled on the paper, laughing hard.
That had been how the splotch ended up on her nice blouse, and she feared Chuck was the next victim with the way he was trying to catch Stephen's wrist to gently get him to stop making a mess.
Stephen loved messes.
But it was the unbridled love in her husband's eyes as he watched his son, his "Okay, okay. We get it. You like the splashies. This is a messy splashy though so maybe focus on getting the color onto the egg. This is our goal, buddy."
Chuck thought Stephen was hilarious. He was his pride and joy and he thought he was the funniest person in the world.
It made it hard to discipline when they weren't on the same page. Granted, Stephen was funny. He was a crack-up. But there were things their almost-3-year old needed to know he couldn't do, even if they were funny. Chuck was getting a lot better about it now that Stephen was picking up pretty much everything they said.
Sarah walked back to the table once the splashing stopped, spotting the color all over Chuck's t-shirt. So he hadn't been spared. Well, misery loves company.
She sidled up behind him, took a rag, and leaned over him to lovingly dab at the blue drops of water on his cheek and chin. "I've got you, Baby."
"Thank you," he said warmly, grinning in amusement. "And sorry, maybe I should've set up our coloring station outside. This was my call and I botched it."
Sarah laughed, kissing the top of his head, before moving to kiss Stephen's curls that were just like his dad's. He got her eyes though, and her nose according to Chuck.
And his namesake's abilities with technology, too. Stephen's immediate need to get his hands on whatever electronic thing was in his general area became apparent to them when he was old enough to focus his eyes on something and reach.
Ellie insisted Chuck hadn't even been like that. It was a Stephen J. Bartowski trait, manifesting itself in the grandson who would never meet the guy. And she knew how much it hurt Chuck.
Sarah reached around her son as she sat in the chair on his other side and squeezed Chuck's shoulder, earning another grin over their toddler's head.
This was her family.
Messy, covered in vinegar and dye. Happy.
Together, just the 3 of them, at last. No cases, no jobs, no one else.
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They both fell asleep exhausted.
Again.
Stephen had gone on one of his nighttime tantrums, not wanting to sleep, crying in his bed, standing there with his hands on the wooden railing, his miserable face hanging over the top of it, his blue eyes wet with tears.
It killed her even when she knew he was just being tired and difficult because he was approaching 3 and that was apparently a thing in the Bartowski family. According to Mary, both Chuck and Ellie acted up when they were 3 and 4, and were the sweetest angels at 2. "The calm before the storm," Mary had laughed.
Sarah had no idea what she'd been like, though a quick phone call to her mom might clear it up for her. But no phone calls to her mom and Molly until tomorrow.
Apparently Molly was having a party today with some of her friends to color eggs. They'd been invited too, but Sarah made the decision to let this weekend be theirs to stay home, no driving anywhere, and just be together.
Stephen had enjoyed it until he'd gotten over tired after refusing to take a nap and miss out on the fun. He was always a monster at bed time when he skipped his nap. And they knew it would happen every time, but it still sucked even when they knew it was coming.
Chuck finally got him to sleep by telling him a story about a yeti with superpowers, something that he made up off the top of his head. Her impressive nerd.
They toasted with a glass of wine, shared a quick shower. "No funny business" she'd admonished when he'd touched her a certain way. As much as she'd wanted it, she was so tired. And tomorrow morning they'd have to go hide the eggs in the backyard before their THANKFULLY late sleeper woke up. The hunt would commence. They'd have to count the eggs to make sure none were left behind.
And another busy day would commence, phone calls to everyone, trying to keep Stephen on his nap schedule this time so that there wasn't another repeat.
But morning slipped through their blinds into their bedroom far too quickly for Sarah's tastes, the light waking her up more than anything.
She groaned softly and turned her face into her pillow, reaching out towards his side of the bed…only to find it empty. Sarah blinked her eyes open and frowned. Where had her husband gone?
Oh God, had Stephen woken up extra early, Chuck heard him, woke up, and went to him? She loved her son, but she needed him to sleep to his usual 8 or later this morning. She just needed this break. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been able to just have a morning where she did this, staying in bed, lounging.
It might legitimately be before Stephen was born. Especially doing this comfortable lounging thing with her husband specifically. They never got to stay in bed together anymore.
Sarah sighed. She couldn't let Chuck do this alone. The most important rule they'd made together when she found out she was pregnant, a year after coming back to him, a year of fighting to get her memories back, relearning their relationship, embracing the unbreakable power of their love, was that they were doing this 100% equally.
So she pushed herself to sit up, straightening the camisole she fell asleep in, and moved to kick the covers off, eyeing her robe draped over the chair near the doors that led out onto their 2nd floor balcony that gave them a view of the whole LA valley and the sea out to the west.
But before she could do that, the door to the bedroom creaked, and she turned to look as Chuck quietly eased his way into their room, pushing the door with his shoulder.
When he swept his eyes to the bed and saw she was awake, he grinned, straightening and raising 2 mugs of what she knew to be coffee fixed exactly the way they both liked it. "Hey," he whispered.
Oh thank God, he was whispering. That meant he was trying not to wake up Stephen. Which meant Stephen was still asleep.
"Did you wake up extra early to make me coffee so that I could drink it in bed?" she asked in a low voice. Chuck very carefully and almost silently shut their bedroom door. "You're the best husband in the universe," she said in a regular voice, knowing her voice wasn't going to carry out into the hallway now.
"In the universe. Wow." He chuckled. "And yes, I did do that. But I went one further."
"Breakfast?" she asked, her jaw falling open in awe.
Chuck stopped halfway to the bed and winced. "Um. No. I probably should've done that but I um didn't."
She realized then that he was in jeans and sneakers. "Hey. You're all dressed. Where are you going?" NO, she didn't want him to leave her here. She needed him to stay and enjoy this quiet, comfortable morning with her. Just the 2 of them. She just barely fought off a pout. She still had SOME dignity.
"I'm not going anywhere. I already went." He shook his head, setting the mugs down on his nightstand before he stood up and unzipped his hoodie, tossing it on the end of their bed. "Actually I didn't really go someplace. I just went outside. Namely, into the backyard. Los huevos are hidden-os." He held his arms out with a proud, "Heeeeey."
Sarah gaped at him, a grin starting on her face. "You went out there and hid the eggs already?"
"All 24 eggs are hidden. I did pretty good, if I do say so myself. Some of them might be permanently lost." He shrugged in faux modesty. "Your man can hide 'em."
She laughed. "You dork. We better find all 24 or we're going to have rotten eggs in our yard for a long time."
"Isn't that part of the fun?" He wrinkled his nose when she gave him a look. "No, maybe not."
"Chuck, you're a champion dad." Then she winked, not sure she'd ever loved this man more than she did in this moment—this man who'd gone out into the yard early in the morning without waking his wife to hide 24 eggs so that she didn't have to lift a finger, then fixed her coffee and brought it to her in bed. "And you're a champion husband too. For the record."
He shrugged. "I wanted you to get to sleep in a little bit and not have to worry about any of that." He leaned back to check the clock on the nightstand then. "And we still have over an hour and a half, GOD WILLING, before our little dude wakes up. Maybe longer since he took forever to get to sleep last night."
"I love you so much it hurts," she breathed, glancing at the clock. He was right. It was 6:37 which gave them ample time before their son woke up. She reached up for Chuck. "Come back to bed and snuggle me, champ."
"Oh hell yes."
She giggled at his excitement as he quickly untied his sneakers and stepped out of them, peeling his socks off and taking his pants off as well, climbing into bed in his t-shirt and boxers as she held the covers open invitingly.
He folded himself around her and she hummed happily, laying back down with him snuggled on top of her. His body was chilly from being out of bed, specifically outside for however long he was out there hiding eggs.
"Why did you hide the eggs without me?" she asked in the comfortable silence.
He pulled back a little, looking down into her face. His cool fingers landed on her hip, his thumb stroking the skin revealed by her cami riding up. She shivered pleasantly as it dipped distractedly under the waistband of her panties. "Should I have waited? I didn't even think about the fact that you might actually want to—"
"Oh no. No, that's not what I mean. I wouldn't have minded going out there to hide them with you, but I'm not put-out that you did it without me. It's nice to know I don't have to, that I can just stay right here until Steve wakes up." She smiled and reached up to cup his face.
"That's what I was hoping for."
"You didn't have to do that. Why should I be the only one who gets to enjoy this morning?" She stroked his cheekbone with her thumb lovingly.
Chuck sighed. "I just feel like these last two weeks you've been carrying the heavier load with the company, taking point on the Acevedo case, which has meant you driving all over Southern California meeting with people and doing recon without me because I've been trying to work on this whole look in the laundry room business." He sighed. "You got the short end of the stick, having to be away from us, from Steve. I feel like you haven't gotten to just chill. So I thought I'd do this small thing, let you have a few hours to yourself this morning." He leaned down to kiss her jaw, then her cheek, dotting kisses down over her neck.
Sarah's chest ached, flooding with warmth. She slipped her hand under his cheek and forced him to look at her. "Nobody notices things the way you do. Even after almost 10 freaking years, you're still the only person who notices."
"I love you," he said easily. "I'll always notice."
God, she was so in love with him. She always would be. Forever.
She pulled him down for a long, slow kiss, tasting him, enjoying the weight of him on her chest, his warmth now that they were both cuddled under the covers. When they broke apart, he kept kissing her—her face, her jaw, her chin, her neck and throat, her collarbone, shoulder, back up again.
"Want your coffee now?" he grumbled against her hair right behind her ear. Sarah had since melted into the mattress like she was goo. He was so good at knowing where and how to touch her to take all the tension out of her. It was such a talent.
She nodded, turning to kiss the side of his face. She did want her coffee, but she also wanted to hold him some more. She wished she had one of Stephen's little cups you could roll around and tip without the liquid coming out, where you had to actually suck on the straw to get anything out. She could put her coffee in that and just sip it casually while cuddling Chuck close like this.
Actually, she'd forsake the coffee for this. She never got to do this fully awake these days. Especially not outside of the line of sight of their child.
Coffee?
She drank coffee constantly. In all situations.
"Right right now?" Chuck asked then, stilling in her embrace. Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Like, you want me to sit up and hand it to you immediately? Is it something you wouldn't mind putting off for…a little while longer?" She pushed at his jaw a little so that he had to pull back and meet her gaze. He grinned toothily. "See, we were just talking about how I notice things and there's something that's been kind of stuck in the back of my head and I was thinking we could take care of that first."
"What are you talking about?" she asked dubiously.
He narrowed his eyes and bit his lip, and then she felt his fingers on her hip shift until they were under the waistband of her panties, teasing her sensitive skin between her bellybutton and her sex.
Oh. Oh God that. Yes.
"You made a good point a few weeks ago, about our sex life slowing down a little, not out of want, but out of priority and our schedules not lining up, and us being so exhausted with the company and with Steve."
And Chuck heard it. Because of course he heard it. And instead of being offended, or taking it personally like he was an inadequate husband or lover, he'd stored it away in his brain until this morning when he was afforded the perfect opportunity to bring it up.
Chuck leaned down and pressed a hot kiss to the spot just under her ear, making her suck in a deep, wanton breath. "We've got some time…" he grumbled.
Oh, she was making the most of this time.
But before she could do anything, Chuck's fingers slipped lower, and she felt the pads of said fingers press against her clitoris. Her body jerked in surprise. At least his fingers weren't so cold anymore. And then she inwardly chastised herself. Her husband was touching her like this, she didn't give a shit whether his fingers were made of fire or of ice. She just wanted his touch so badly.
"Chuck…" she whimpered, and she let out a lusty "oh yeah" when he began to roll her all-too-sensitive clit under his fingers.
The first time they'd made love when she was ready, after her memories were suppressed and she decided to make this work with Chuck anyway (as if there was any other choice for her when she knew she loved him endlessly even without the memories), he'd done this before anything else. He'd touched her like this, bringing her to a crescendo, letting her get comfortable with that much, giving her pleasure, before he entered her himself.
Something inside of her had clicked into place that night, in Chuck Bartowski's arms. She'd felt like she'd been trying to force a puzzle piece into place where it didn't belong for those two months while they relearned what it meant to coexist in their apartment together, her in the guest room, him in the master bedroom they used to share. And that night, as she sat astride him, rolling her hips in his lap, feeding off of his touch, she'd seen the look on his face, she'd felt how perfectly their bodies met, the way he read her, listened to her, and the way she'd reacted to him, how automatic it was for her to give back to him, how she almost seemed to know where and how to touch him without actually knowing… the piece fit into the space she'd been trying to jam it into for months. Just like that. It clicked.
Sex had never meant that much to her before in her life. Not even close.
Now that her memories were no longer suppressed, she knew that it had meant plenty to her once Chuck was her sexual partner. But back then, having sex with him for the first time that she could remember, Sarah had been blown away by how meaningful it had been.
Here he was touching her like this again, and she spread her legs to give him better access, pushing her fingers into his hair, knowing how much he loved her touching his hair.
His teeth grazed her jaw as he groaned happily at her fingers in his hair and she giggled. But her giggle got caught in her throat as his fingers began to explore between her thighs. He had tucked inside and was rubbing, teasing, before moving back to her clit, and then dipping lower again after a few seconds of rolling it deliciously.
"Chuck, I need you," she whimpered, turning her face against his temple and kissing him there sloppily. "Please. God, I need you so bad…"
She blushed at how desperate her voice sounded, pleading, breathless. She couldn't even gauge how long it had been since they'd had sex they could take the time to really savor it. How many weeks? Oh God. They hadn't been totally cut off from their sex life, granted. She was a bit of a stinker sometimes, sneaking into the shower with him for a quickie, those very early mornings when they were both half-awake, knowing if they didn't take the opportunity of that part of Chuck's body being fully awake, who knew when they'd get another chance as he rolled on top of her, moved the barriers, and quickly took what time they were afforded (which wasn't much, usually).
This time, they could savor it.
And she wondered if he'd planned this, and if so, for how long. How premeditated was this morning?
She loved him so much, the thought of him planning it setting a fire in her lower belly.
Asking for more was on the tip of her tongue, but he cut her off, catching her lips in a sizzling kiss, and she whimpered reluctantly when he pulled his hand out from under her panties.
She was throbbing for him. She wanted him back. She wanted to feel him in her.
And he must have been just as desperate, because he thankfully only pulled his hand away long enough to latch onto the waistband of her panties and tug them down her legs.
Yes yes yes.
Oh thank God.
Sarah sat up, half-batting his hand away from her legs so that she could do it herself, and much faster. Chuck snorted and held his hands up in surrender, his eyebrows raised.
She gave him an amused glare and got her underwear off, holding them up triumphantly before tossing them to the end of the bed and tackling him. He laughed and she swallowed it up with a wanton kiss, her desire for him overwhelming.
And then his hands were on the hem of her camisole. She broke the kiss just long enough for both of them to work together to sweep it up and over her head. She tossed that somewhere too, completely naked as she shifted her weight to straddle him, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips.
Yes, she wanted to savor this morning. And there was plenty of time to savor still, but when Chuck lunged up from the pillow to catch her breast in his open mouth, his tongue flicking her nipple and sucking gloriously, she just wanted to feel more. Immediately.
He'd been supremely thoughtful this morning, he'd afforded her time, some leisure. A bit of freedom.
And she was going to use that freedom to be thoughtful right back.
He deserved a massive thank you.
The savoring they could do later.
Right now, she just wanted him to feel.
So she reached down, even as she gasped at how good it felt having his mouth on her, and she grappled at his ribs, at his abdomen, until she felt the waistband of his boxers, the cotton rough against her fingers. Adrenaline and lust were making her skin feel sensitive to even the slightest touch.
"Get these out of the way," she panted into his soft curls. Let him know how badly she wanted to feel him, all of him. She didn't care. So long as he removed the barrier between her and what she wanted to give him.
Stat.
She finally felt the desperation being returned as he whimpered quietly, letting go of her long enough to reach down and shove at his boxers. He bounced a little bit on the bed, grunting with the effort, his actions unseen to her. All she knew was that he then panted out a rushed, "Okay go go go."
Sarah Bartowski didn't have to be told twice.
She guided his hardness inside of her and eased her weight into his lap, rolling her hips to take every last inch of him. She tilted her head back with a moan, loving this sensation more than almost anything.
Sarah put her hand on his chest as she finally came to her senses just enough, and she pushed him back down into the pillow. With one hand braced on his chest, she began to ride him, her hips surging back and forth, thighs clenching on either side of his body as she moved.
"Oh my God, Sarah," Chuck gasped, and he groaned, clamping his mouth shut, his jaw hardening in utter lust as he glanced down their bodies and watched.
Deciding to just let herself go, she whipped herself back and forth on his cock, her fingers steepled on his chest, and she reached up to push her other hand through her hair, holding it up and away from her neck.
Chuck's brown eyes fastened on her face, and then she watched as they drifted lower and lower, almost as if he was feasting on her body. Motherhood hadn't done much to change the body he'd come to know and love in those six years before Stephen came along, but there were small things, and he was observant enough that he probably tracked them deep down in the detail-oriented brain of his. But it hadn't made a difference to the way he looked at her. He still wanted her just as bad, she knew, if not more.
She still had it where he was concerned, and it was right there in his face as he bit his lip and groaned, his gaze focused on where their bodies met, before he slid his beautiful eyes back up her body. He sat up a bit then to grab at his shirt, yanking it up over his shoulders and head, ripping it off and tossing it over the edge of the bed so that she could look too.
He touched her then, both hands coming up to let her feel his fingertips grazing over her skin, teasing her hips, his nails running along her ribs, rubbing her abdomen. Then his fingers slipping down between them and they covered her clit again. Like it set off a trigger, the building tension between her legs snapped, and she climaxed on top of him, throwing her head back, letting her hair go and clamping her teeth down on her knuckle to keep from being too loud.
It was hard to do when the ecstasy was this powerful, but she'd had practice now. 3 years of practice.
His hands rounded to her ass, holding onto her, squeezing, massaging, gently guiding her back and forth still. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, giggling lustily. He really was just as desperate.
Good.
And then he licked his lips and flicked his gaze back up to meet hers. "Keep going," he whispered, haltingly. "Please."
Sarah grinned down at him as he dragged his hands up her body, and she began to ride him again, her thrusts longer, harder, their bodies rocking together in the bed.
And when Chuck's hands came around to cover her breasts, starting to massage them, the need that spilled through her, the absolute turn on this was, awakened something wild in her.
She moved her hands from his chest and reached up to smack them down onto the headboard of their bed. She held on tightly and began to buck with a wildness that reflected the way she felt.
It had been a long time since she'd felt free enough to be like this with him. And she didn't know why she felt like this now. Stephen was sleeping at the end of the hallway, there was still some time restraint here.
She just needed this so badly. And she knew by the way Chuck braced his feet against the mattress and began to bounce himself up into her, making spots dance in her vision in the best way, that he needed it too.
This full body release they'd been missing out on for weeks, months, maybe longer. Who even knew?
Sarah felt herself getting closer and closer to the precipice. And she knew with the way she was squeezing Chuck between her thighs that he probably could tell she was close too. Neither of them slowed down. If anything, they moved faster, their hips meeting even harder.
And she looked down through her biceps to meet his gaze, lost in his brown eyes even as she came again.
She kept her eyes on his as it crashed through her and that somehow made it even more intense, her whole body quaking with climax.
Sarah couldn't keep her eyes open anymore though, it felt so good, and her eyelids fluttered shut as the waves went through her. She felt his fingers curl around her wrists, removing her hands from where she'd clamped them down on their headboard.
And then she sighed happily as he eased her down to lay on his chest and rolled them both so that they were on their sides. He cradled her in his embrace and she blinked her eyes back open again, groaning, turning her face into the pillow shyly. Why the shyness after all of these years they'd been intimate? She didn't understand it. And yet, it still happened.
Because he still had ways of keeping her on her toes even now, when they had a nearly 3 year old child sleeping down the hall. She slid her arms around his shoulders, tucking her right arm under his head so that he could use it as a pillow, and she pulled herself even closer to him, their chests smashed together. She kissed him, opening her mouth to him, tasting the coffee he'd already sipped downstairs before bringing it up to their bedroom.
It was going to be cold by the time they got to it, though, and she hoped he didn't mind.
He must not, she thought to herself with no small amount of satisfaction, because he slid his hand down her back to her thigh, pulling her leg around him so that she was partly on top of him, and then he was clutching her ass in a tight grip and pulling her against him as he started thrusting again.
"Oh!" she gasped, pushing herself up onto her elbow. She wrapped her leg tighter around his waist, her legs spreading more, and Chuck made his thrusts deeper, longer.
He groaned, pressing his face into her collarbone and grazing it with his teeth, sending a thrill through her.
It was slow, measured, and incredibly intimate, and it laster for what felt like a long time, Chuck building Sarah to the edge and easing her back down again, over and over and over. Her whole body felt like it was doused in fire and she loved him so much. She loved him so much and she was so grateful. And he felt so good. She cupped her hand around the back of his head and kissed him with everything in her.
When they finally broke for air, she heard a quiver in her voice as she said, "I love you. I love you, Chuck Bartowski. I love you so much."
He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, stopping his thrusts and just holding her tightly. "I know," he breathed.
Sarah laughed lightly. "Did you seriously just Han Solo me during sex? Oh my God."
Chuck grinned cheekily and teasingly nibbled his way down her jaw. "I'm so proud of you for that crack, Sarah Bartowski. Han Solo? Oh my God, you are so sexy."
She was giddy, giggling as she tried to push him away, even as her legs tightened around his waist to keep him as close as possible. "Way to ruin what was actually supposed to be a really nice, intimate moment, you freaking nerd."
Chuckling, he rolled her onto her back and propped himself up on his elbows, hovering over her, before reaching down to make sure her legs were still wrapped around him. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. It's one of my many flaws. But one thing that isn't one of my many flaws?" He sobered up a bit as he looked down into her face, giving her a passionate look that made her melt even as a thrill went through her chest, her heart hammering against her ribs. "The way I love you with every last part of me. The way I know nothing's ever going to change that. I am never going to let go of you. Not for anything."
Her need for him had her fit to burst and she shook her head, fighting back tears, as she lunged up to kiss him hard, holding his face in both hands, starting to bounce her hips up into his, breaking the kiss but keeping their noses and foreheads together, the feeling of him making her whimper as she said, "Don't. Please don't ever let go. Oh God." She kissed him again, humming with need, losing her mind once he began to swing his own hips down to meet hers.
It continued for so long, she feared they'd both lost track of time completely. They went from unbridled, wild, desperate sex to slow, close, and intimate. And then they swung right back to wild again.
Until they finally ended up on their backs, Sarah letting go of the headboard and just teetering to the side, flexing her fingers to get the blood back in them as she tried to regain the power of her lungs.
"Oh my God," he chuckled breathlessly and she just grinned big up at the ceiling. "Oh, I needed that so fucking badly. I neeeeeded that."
"Me, too," she panted, pushing her fingers through her hair. "God, me too."
"Can we…make a pact…?" he puffed, rolling a bit onto his shoulder to look at her. She merely turned her head to meet his gaze, not able to do much more than that. "Every so often, Steve gets to have a sleepover at Auntie Ellie's or at Grandma Mary's or at your mom's or wherever we can freakin' stick him." That made her laugh. "And you and me go have dinner, get a hotel room or something, and just…let ourselves have this. Please. Please say yes."
"Yessss," she moaned. "Although let's not…provide details maybe? I love our family but our sex life is kind of…private."
"Uh agreed. Duh."
She laughed, still trying to catch her breath.
They found each other again, wrapping themselves up together, just enjoying the morning, finally sipping the cold coffee, not wanting to pull away from each other long enough to put it in the microwave downstairs, just silently enjoying their Easter morning together while their son slept.
She didn't know what time it was when they finally heard a quiet whining sound down the hall, followed by a, "Mommmyyyyyy daddddyyyyyyyy."
Sarah smiled wide, tilting her head back to exchange a look with her husband, the man who'd changed her life, who'd changed what she thought was possible, changed what she thought she was capable of, gave her a life and a family, happiness.
Chuck widened his eyes and thrusted his hand out in a big gesture, and then he announced in an equally big, booming voice: "He is risennnnnnnnnn!"
Sarah laughed so hard she nearly fell right out of the bed, and she was still laughing as they fumbled their clothes back on and hobbled into their son's bedroom.
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